Chapter 620 What Is It?

"What the hell is this? It's too evil!"

Feng Qianwei looked at the blood-red color in front of her eyes, but she couldn't see anyone or anything.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

The protective cover in front of him is covered with cracks like spider webs, and it looks like it will crack at any time.

"This protective cover won't last long, and we must find a way to get out."

Feng Qianwei wanted to leave the cave before the protective shield disappeared. However, she felt a lot of pressure around her. She seemed to be stuck in a mud pond, and it was difficult to move a step.

"How to do?"

Holding the phoenix white moon flute in her hand, she thought about how to break through this desperate situation.

She remembered that they were almost at the fork before, and now she was blocked here and couldn't get out, not too far from the exit.

"I can't use Phoenix White Moon Xiao, I can only take a risk."

Feng Qianwei took out a fire book in her hand and approached the protective cover, where the bloodstain immediately faded a bit.

She felt a little more confident in her heart, and threw the fire stick to the ground.

"boom!"

The flames suddenly soared, and the burning flames roared.

"Crack!"

The protective cover shattered and the fire spread suddenly.

Feng Qianwei condensed her soul power to block the flames.

The flames swept past, and the bloody palm print was forced back by the flames.

Relying on the protection of her soul power, Feng Qianwei broke through the raging fire and flew away.

It's just that although the blood-colored palm print is afraid of flames, it is still unwilling to give up the prey that is about to reach its mouth. It converges into a blood-colored river and extinguishes the flames along the way.

During this time, Feng Qianwei had already arrived at the passage where she first came in. The flame resisted for a moment, but still could not stop the arrival of the blood-colored river.

Fire can damage it, but cannot destroy it.

The purple flower celestial lotus in Feng Qianwei's hand emerged, turning into a splendid light curtain, blocking the rushing blood-colored river.

It's just that the power of this river is too strong, and the light curtain she condenses will shatter at any time.

Although her soul power is pure, it is also limited and has been consumed more and more.

Just when she couldn't hold it anymore, a voice fell in her ear.

"This is the blood spirit of Mingshan Mountain. If you are hit by its blood droplets, it will drain the blood. You are not its opponent. If you die in the soul world, you will not be able to survive in reality."

The sudden appearance of a figure shocked Feng Qianwei.

"Where did this guy come from?"

She took a closer look and found that it was him, Zihua living in the fan of Ziyun Xuanque.

"I blocked it for you, you can't get out of here if you leave here."

Zihua said lightly, waved his sleeves, and a powerful soul force spread out to compete with the opponent.

"Let's go! I can only stop it temporarily. It has thousands of incarnations, and it is very difficult for me to stop them all."

Zihua said, if he can stop it for a moment, it will turn into countless phantoms again, and he will not be able to stop them all.

"Thank you senior!"

Feng Qianwei never paid attention to Zihua's existence, nor did she expect that in a critical moment, he would rescue her.

"I just think you are a bit like her, nothing to be thankful for."

Zihua's eyes were filled with nostalgia, and his greatest wish in this life was to see her again, even for a single glance.

It's a pity that he doesn't even know where she is now. Has she ever been reincarnated? Or turned into a stone and a tree or a flower?

He followed Feng Qianwei just to find the person in his heart.

"You are a mere weapon, how dare you block my way!"

A vicious voice fell.

"Why don't you dare? Since A Wu and I were able to keep you here forever, are we still afraid that you will fail?"

Zihua said proudly.