Lan Xiaodie saw the situation was dire, and her heart was in shock, but after all, she was the leader of a sect, and would not retreat easily.
She took a deep breath and displayed the secret skills of the Five Poison Sect. The Green Phosphorus Sword in her hand danced densely like an impenetrable wall, with layers of sword shadows, trying to fend off Shi Feiyang’s attack. However, Shi Feiyang’s martial arts were incredibly strong. He executed the exquisite moves of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, and after three moves, the flash of the saber almost knocked the Green Phosphorus Sword out of Lan Xiaodie’s hand. She widened her eyes in horror, beads of sweat like beans rolling down her forehead, fully aware that she was no match for Shi Feiyang.
Having no choice, Lan Xiaodie bit her silver teeth, her cheeks puffed out slightly from anger and unwillingness.
The originally charming eyes were now full of panic and bitterness.
She glared fiercely at Shi Feiyang, who was pursuing her relentlessly, then turned and fled desperately towards the depths of the valley. Her steps were chaotic and hurried, breaking off many low branches along the way, and even the rustling leaves seed to lant her desperate escape.
In the blink of an eye, she vanished into the dense, green maze-like forest, the swaying branches and leaves quickly obscuring her figure entirely. Shi Feiyang’s gaze, sharp as that of a falcon, was firmly fixed on the direction where Lan Xiaodie disappeared.
His feet lightly tapped the ground, his entire person catapulted by an invisible force, executing the supre lightweight technique "Miles Without Trace."
Like a black lightning bolt, his figure swiftly shuttled through the forest, stirring up a gust of wind that bent the surrounding vegetation.
Wherever he passed, only a blurred phantom remained, like a ghost in the dark, speeding towards the depths of the valley.
Lan Xiaodie, in panic, almost stumbled as her footing slipped.
Finally stabilizing her figure, she looked up to see a massive tree standing before her, as thick as a giant.
Her eyes were frantic but held a hint of determination, as her hands, like a frenzied dancer, desperately searched the trunk.
Finally, she found a highly concealed bulge and pressed it with force.
With a "creak," a muffled roar, as if from the depths of Hell, shattered the silence of the forest.
The ground slowly split open, revealing a bottomless pit.
A stench wafted around the pit’s edge, as if connecting to another eerie and terrifying world.
Without hesitation, Lan Xiaodie leapt, like a moth to a fla, swiftly plunging into the mysterious underground palace.
Witnessing this, Shi Feiyang didn’t hesitate, twisting his body mid-air, descending like a teor towards the entrance of the underground palace.
Shi Feiyang landed steadily in the lower layer of the palace, and as soon as he touched down, a piercing chill surged from the soles of his feet, making him shiver.
Looking around, the surrounding dead silence was eerie, leaving only his own breathing in this world.
Only the ghostly light emitted by the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand faintly dispelled so of the ink-like darkness, revealing the blurred and bizarre outlines around him. The patterns engraved on the huge stone slabs on the ground, under this ghostly glow, resembled dormant poisonous snakes, appearing ever more mysterious and enigmatic, seemingly silently recounting dusty, ancient, and sinister secrets.
Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, attempting to calm his wildly thumping heart, but the foul and eerie atmosphere perating the air made his stomach churn. He cautiously took a tentative step forward.
As soon as his foot touched the stone slab, a sharp, piercing whistle abruptly shattered the silence, sounding like countless night owls hooting together, or the ghastly wails of a thousand resentful souls, reverberating back and forth in this sealed space, making his eardrums ache.
He was suddenly startled, instinctively looking up, only to see countless sharp arrows, like black teors, shooting towards him overwhelmingly from all directions. The arrowheads glead with icy cold light, akin to the fangs of demons, carrying a deadly aura, cutting through the air with a "sizzling" sound, as if to shred him into pieces.
Shi Feiyang’s reaction was extrely fast, the keen instincts and supre martial arts honed from years in the Jianghu were instantly activated to the extre.
The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand danced like a silver lightning in front of him at a dizzying speed.
The blade light flickered, impenetrable, each swing brought forth a strong saber wind, as if even the air could be sliced into pieces.
The colliding of arrows and saber wind produced endless tallic clashes, like a maddening and intense drumbeat, echoing in this confined palace space, causing eardrums to almost burst.
Sparks flew everywhere, like enchanting fireworks in the night sky, briefly illuminating the surrounding environnt, reflecting Shi Feiyang’s resolute face and his eyes focused to near madness.
Yet, this was rely the beginning of the nightmare.
No sooner had Shi Feiyang caught his breath than a dull roar sounded overhead, like thunder rolling from the horizon, yet heavier and more oppressive than thunder, as if the entire firmant was on the verge of collapse.
His heart tightened, instinctively looking up again, only to see countless giant bricks cascading down from the ceiling like raindrops.
Each of these bricks was half the height of a person, crashing down with imnse force, leaving deep pits wherever they struck the ground.
Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered, weaving nimbly like a ghost between the rain of arrows and falling bricks.
He dodged left and right, each evasion was narrowly achieved; bricks landed on the ground, raising clouds of dust, suffocatingly filling the air. A massive brick glanced off his shoulder, the force so strong it left his arm numb, as if his bones were about to shatter.
But Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, enduring the sharp pain, his gaze firmly searching for a way to survive in this perilous darkness.
After dodging the deadly attacks of arrows and bricks, Shi Feiyang did not dare to relax in the slightest.
He knew all too well that danger lurked everywhere here, a single misstep could lead to his demise.
Using the faint cold glow from the Celestial Frost Blade, he saw a massive Eight Trigrams diagram appear on the ground ahead, its lines shimring with a subtle blue light, as if beckoning him to step into it.
Carefully approaching, Shi Feiyang discovered that this Eight Trigrams was not an ordinary diagram, but composed of nurous small chanical sections.
Each section was engraved with strange symbols. He tried to decipher the aning of these symbols but found them sowhat different from conventional trigrams, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.
Just as he was pondering, suddenly the ground around the Eight Trigrams diagram began to sink slowly, forming a large circular depression, from which rose waves of green smoke, emitting a pungent sll.
Realizing this smoke was toxic, Shi Feiyang imdiately activated the Bright Jade Technique, forming a faint jade-colored shield around him, isolating the toxic smoke.
As the smoke spread, massive stone chess pieces erged in the depression, also engraved with eerie runes.
These pieces started to move slowly, following a peculiar trajectory across the depression.
Fixing his gaze, Shi Feiyang noticed their movent pattern was subtly tied to the celestial bodies’ movent.
His mind stirred, recalling records of celestial chanism puzzles he had read in ancient texts, guessing that the solution might be hidden in the celestial movents.
Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, deciding to take the risk and try.
Timing the gap between the movent of a chess piece, he leaped and landed on the edge of the depression.
As soon as he landed, the stone slab made a slight tremor.
Imdiately, a powerful suction erged from beneath the stone slab, attempting to draw him into the depression.
Shi Feiyang mustered his inner strength, his feet rooted firmly on the stone slab.
At the sa ti, he swung the Celestial Frost Blade, severing a vine that reached out from the depression.
This vine was black, covered in sharp thorns, and when cut, oozed green sli, exuding a nauseating odor.
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