254: This woman is not my destiny

"Playing tricks!"

Yuan Anping's eyes darted around. He felt something condensing above his head, the young man in front of him had undergone another change, and behind him, a group of people were eyeing him menacingly.

The situation was getting worse.

"Alas..."

Huan Xier slowly let out a breath, his expression full of melancholy. He murmured, "I came out too early..."

Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of realization in his dark pupils.

This might be why Huan Xier was no longer foolish.

"Who are you?"

Mo Qianqian asked softly.

Huan Xier ignored her, only looking at Yuan Anping, a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

In an instant, Yuan Anping felt immense pressure, as if this person truly had the ability to kill him.

But how could this be possible?

No matter how he looked at it, Huan Xier was only at the Mystic Path Realm cultivation. Only his aura had changed, but his strength had not increased, so how could he have the ability to kill him?

At this moment, Mo Qianqian's 'Burying Art' was fully condensed. Xu Sanyan's vertical pupil on his forehead clearly saw a phantom coffin in the Void Realm, floating above Yuan Anping's head.

It was exactly the same situation he had encountered before.

"Bury!"

The moment Mo Qianqian spoke, the coffin lid floated up, as if a suction force was pulling Yuan Anping inside.

A panicked expression appeared on Yuan Anping's face. He felt the ghostly Qi inside his body boiling, as if it wanted to rush out.

"Ah!!!"

Yuan Anping's face was distorted, desperately suppressing the ghostly Qi within his body, but large amounts of black mist still surged out from all over his body, floating into the air like steam and suddenly disappearing.

Xu Sanyan saw clearly that the ghostly Qi had not dissipated, but had been absorbed by the coffin.

Huan Xier looked up, his gaze fixed on the coffin.

Logically speaking, Huan Xier should not be able to see the coffin. Xu Sanyan could see it because of the divine peculiarity of the vertical eye on his forehead, and Mo Qianqian, as the caster, could naturally see it.

But why could Huan Xier...?

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly, Yuan Anping roared, his eyes fixed on Mo Qianqian.

If he couldn't break the spell, then he would eliminate the caster!

"Die!"

Yuan Anping no longer suppressed the ghostly Qi within his body. Immediately, rolling black smoke swept out, disappearing into the coffin.

Yuan Anping ignored everything, his mind solely focused on Mo Qianqian.

Without time to think, Xu Sanyan also flew towards Mo Qianqian. As long as he protected her, Yuan Anping would fall sooner or later!

Net Intent and the others clearly understood this principle as well, and all of them silently rushed over.

At this moment, everyone's positions were scattered. Mo Qianqian was on one side, closest to her was Huan Xier, a little further was Yuan Anping, and finally, Xu Sanyan's group.

"Huan Xier, quickly stop him!"

Fang Qingge saw clearly from a distance and understood that as long as Mo Qianqian was protected until Xu Sanyan and the others arrived to support, Yuan Anping would surely die.

But...

Huan Xier remained motionless, simply watching Yuan Anping.

Mo Qianqian looked at the rolling black mist coming towards her, an unspeakable expression appearing in her eyes. She knew she couldn't block it.

Not even one move, she couldn't block it.

She was not good at close combat to begin with. In terms of strength alone, she was even inferior to Luo Qingwei. If Yuan Anping got close, she would surely die.

But she was not afraid.

"Life is so boring..."

Mo Qianqian smiled and shook her head, her beautiful face full of release. She calmly looked at Huan Xier, who was close at hand but remained unmoved, then glanced at Yuan Anping, who was rapidly rushing over, and slowly closed her eyes.

A struggling look appeared in Huan Xier's eyes, agitation and calmness intertwined, seemingly vying for some control.

"Bang..."

A figure was thrown heavily.

Mo Qianqian opened her eyes in a daze, looking at Yuan Anping, who was fighting with Xu Sanyan and the others not far away. She then looked at herself and said in surprise,

"I'm not dead?"

But she clearly heard...

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head. Huan Xier, who had been standing not far away, had disappeared. Her gaze shifted, and seeing Huan Xier vomiting blood on the ground, she instantly understood everything.

It must have been Huan Xier who, at the last moment, blocked Yuan Anping's fatal blow for her, which allowed Xu Sanyan and the others to arrive in time.

Before she could think further, her body instinctively rushed over, embracing Huan Xier's body to examine him carefully.

Both his arms were broken, and crimson bone fragments protruded from his shoulders, causing his flesh to tear. Blood continuously gushed from his mouth, a truly tragic sight.

But he was not dead. Although he was severely injured, as long as it wasn't fatal, he could be saved.

Huan Xier struggled to force a smile, wanting to say something, but blood overflowed from his mouth, "Cough cough..."

Mo Qianqian lowered her head in silence, gently wiping the blood from his lips, "You're back. Why did you help me?"

She could tell, this gaze was Huan Xier, not that person.

"I... we... cough cough..."

Huan Xier painstakingly raised his hand, wiping the tears from her eyes, "are family..."

Mo Qianqian pursed her lips, saying nothing more, only taking out a Medicinal Pill from her embrace and putting it into his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

The continuously surging blood pushed the Medicinal Pill out. Huan Xier no longer had the strength to swallow.

Mo Qianqian saw his difficulty and, without hesitation, put the Medicinal Pill into her own mouth, lowered her head, and kissed him, extending her tongue to push the Medicinal Pill into his throat.

Huan Xier's pupils suddenly widened, feeling a deep sense of disbelief.

She actually...

Mo Qianqian acted as if nothing had happened, naturally wiping the corner of her mouth.

Fang Qingge looked at that scene, sighed regretfully, and felt a slight emotion in his heart, 'This woman has no fate with me...'

On the other side,

Yuan Anping's swollen body continuously shrank, and large amounts of ghostly Qi continuously poured into the coffin. Xu Sanyan clearly felt the pressure getting smaller and smaller, which meant Yuan Anping was weakening!

This was the power of the 'Burying Art', capable of continuously absorbing the opponent's essence, causing them to die from blood loss.

Because Yuan Anping was a ghostly body and had no essence blood, it instead absorbed ghostly Qi, with the same effect.

"Take this!"

Lu Wang was enveloped in raging flames, and a spear thrust directly at Yuan Anping's glabella, truly fierce and unparalleled.

Xu Sanyan looked at Lu Wang. The Lu family was a famous Soul Refining family in the world, and their Soul Refining secret techniques were even more divine.

However, Lu Wang, clearly a descendant of the Lu family, was not seen using Divine Soul secret methods. Instead, he preferred close-quarters combat, his every move broad and powerful, very brave.

Xu Sanyan shook his head, unable to understand. Soul Refining secret methods were so good, making it impossible to guard against, truly a good means for ambushing people. He didn't know why Lu Wang didn't use them.

"Hah!"

Lu Wang's spear technique was fierce, and he and Xu Sanyan attacked Yuan Anping from front and back. Net Intent and the others assisted from the side. Everyone did not seek a quick kill, only to entangle him.

As long as Yuan Anping didn't affect Mo Qianqian, he would surely die after a while.

Yuan Anping naturally knew this principle but felt powerless. The large loss of ghostly Qi made him increasingly exhausted.

Yuan Anping's expression was fierce. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well fight with all his might. Even if he died, he would drag a few down with him!