976: C976 Young Hu Ling

C976 Young Hu Ling

"Why?" Hu Ling sneered.

"You still have the nerve to ask me. The reason why I'm willing to sign a contract with you is to obtain the Beast-controlling Sect's resources and reach a higher realm. But now, when you found out that this rabbit has the bloodline of an Immortal, you already want to abandon me. Right?

Yu Yuanming was speechless. Hu Ling's claws were smeared with poison and penetrated his dantian. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

However, Hu Ling was right. He did think so. After all, the potential of the white flower was too great. With a trace of Immortal's bloodline, it was not impossible for her to attain the Dao and become an Immortal.

Hu Ling was just an ordinary vixen. Although she was now in the Nascent Soul Stage, her aptitude was limited. It was very difficult for her to break through.

It was very likely that... For the rest of her life, she will stay in this state. In this case, last night, when Hu Ling brought Bai Hui back, he had forcefully signed a contract with Bai Hui.

This scene was seen by Hu Ling. A fox, a cunning animal. She had been in contact with Yu Yuanming for a long time and was very clear on his thoughts. She could see Yu Yuanming's thoughts from every detail.

Moreover, Yu Yuanming had already become so obvious.

With a plop, Yu Yuanming fell to the ground. Fresh blood was sucked into the ground. It was not that obvious.

Zhao Feng's heart trembled. White Flower's prophecy appeared in his mind again. He would die in the hands of a fox. Before that, this fox would kill another man. Was it Yu Yuanming?

Hu Ling licked the bloody fox claws on her hands. Her pink lips were stained with blood, making her look even more vivid and charming. "He's dead. It's your turn now. After all, this matter cannot be known by those old things."

Was the prophecy still not changed? Even if they knew about this beforehand, Zhao Feng's heart sank.

Although there was one less Nascent Soul Stage enemy, However, this was of no use to Zhao Feng.

It was like he owed a hundred million yuan debt. What was the difference between that and two hundred million yuan? In any case, you would never be able to get such an astronomical figure in your entire life.

This was what Zhao Feng was going to face right now.

He had lost Yu Yuanming, but he still had to face Hu Ling. To him, this was an insurmountable mountain.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ling's figure disappeared from where he stood. In the next second, Zhao Feng pulled out the bamboo sword at his waist and swept it in front of him.

A grating sound could be heard as a crack appeared on the bamboo sword in Zhao Feng's hand.

Hu Ling's figure slowly appeared in front of Zhao Feng. "As expected of the Ancient Sword Sect. They cannot be underestimated. The strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator can threaten me with just a bamboo sword."

Hu Ling's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, as if she was somewhat shocked.

However, this was not enough for Zhao Feng. His sword could be considered to have used all of his strength, but under such circumstances, it did not even hurt Hu Ling's fur.

It could only be said that he had barely withstood her casual strike. In this situation, what should he do? Only then could he deal with Hu Ling in front of him.

Although what White Flower predicted had already begun to happen, what followed was the death of him and Gu Ya.

However, Zhao Feng was not someone who would accept his fate. No matter what, he would try to escape from Hu Ling's hands, even if it was as predicted and he would die here.

At the very least, he could say that he didn't have any regrets.

Furthermore, he still had Zhu Huai. If he wanted to escape from Hu Ling's hands, he might have a chance.

Zhao Feng's eyes were fixed on Hu Ling. He was paying attention to every movement she made. At this moment, he felt a pain in his abdomen. Immediately, a stream of blood flowed out.

Not far away, Hu Ling's figure slowly disappeared. It was just an afterimage, and the real Hu Ling appeared in front of him.

The sharp claws had already pierced through his body.

"Why do you think Yu Yuanming did not notice my movements? Foxes are experts in illusions."

Hu Ling was charming, but Zhao Feng didn't feel anything.2

The power in his body was losing, and his consciousness was gradually falling into darkness.

"Fate can't be changed, can it?"

"Zhao Feng! Vixen, go to hell!"

Seeing this scene, Gu Ya shouted out. With a flash of light, a long sword appeared in her hand and stabbed straight at Gu Ya.

Hu Ling didn't dodge or dodge Gu Ya's attack. She didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. The long sword pierced Gu Ya's body with a 'ding' sound.

Gu Ya's attack couldn't hurt Hu Ling at all. Although Hu Ling's talent was limited, it was very difficult for her to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Hu Ling said indifferently, "You think you can hurt me? It's simply a fantasy."

Although Gu Ya's realm was a little higher than Zhao Feng's, and she was holding a half-spirit weapon in her hand, there were times when one's realm did not necessarily represent one's strength.

Although Zhao Feng's cultivation was a little bit weaker than Gu Ya's, he was a member of the ancient sword cultivator's bloodline. The people of this bloodline had done things that mortals could reverse the power of a Heavenly Immortal.

It was normal for Zhao Feng to injure a Nascent Soul with his Foundation Establishment cultivation base.

Gu Ya was stunned. She had never thought that this would be the result of her attack. It wasn't like he had never fought a Nascent Soul expert before.

Although the other party was only a sparring partner and had a very strong defense, this was the first time she had met someone who directly ignored an attack like this.

Of course, there was a reason behind this. As the strongest demonic beast in Yu Yuanming's hands, Gu Ya would naturally receive a lot of resources.

Hu Ling's defense was built with resources.

The methods of the Beast-controlling Sect were actually not very high-end. To put it bluntly, signing a contract with a powerful demonic beast was actually a kind of transaction.

The Beast-controlling Sect paid for it. The demon beast's effort was just that simple. Compared to Zhao Feng's charm, it was just that simple. The difference is not small.

Otherwise, Hu Ling would not have rebelled so easily.

"A fantasy story? Hmph! What a big tone. No matter what, I'm also from the Heavenly Demon Sect. Is it really okay to look down on me like this?"

Hu Ling instinctively felt that something was amiss when Gu Ya said this. However, before she could react, a golden copper coin appeared in Gu Ya's hand.

"Spiritual money?"

Hu Ling was startled. No matter what, she had never thought that Gu Ya would have such a thing in her hand. Spiritual money.

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