freenovelworld Chapter 372
Chapter 372
Immediately afterwards, countless dark figures emerged from all around and rushed towards her. Nalan Jingwen was quickly slammed to the ground, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and Changsheng in her arms was also knocked away.
Only then did she realize what it was.
The monstrous, black mist-like creatures, unlike any living beings, floated in the air at incredible speeds, making it impossible to dodge them.
Nalan Jingwen even discovered that the corner of his clothes that had been touched by the black mist had been corroded into a hole and was emitting an unpleasant odor.
Do not touch!
Half of them headed towards Changsheng, while the other half charged straight at her. Nalan Jingwen immediately swung out the Thousand Silk Blade, splitting the black smoke in two. The black smoke paused in mid-air. Before Nalan Jingwen could think, the Thousand Silk Blade wrapped around Changsheng's waist and brought him over.
The black mist missed its target and immediately turned to attack them. There were too many of them, and Nalan Jingwen was unable to resist them at all. He could only use his own body to shield Changsheng.
Just as she expected, it would be immediately corroded as soon as it touched any object, and a burning pain would come from her back.
"In the bag..."
The path to immortality.
"There's some bone-eating powder in the bag, sprinkle it over there."
Nalan Jingwen's expression turned solemn. While resisting, she lowered her head and asked him, "Is it useful?"
These aren't human beings, so how could the Bone-Eating Powder be effective?
Changsheng glared at her weakly, "Hurry up!"
I can't worry about that anymore; I have to try it whether it works or not.
She quickly reached into Changsheng's arms and found his bag. Inside were all sorts of bottles and jars, and she couldn't tell which one was the Bone-Eating Powder.
Changsheng glanced at it, "Red."
Nalan Jingwen quickly opened a red medicine bottle and threw it at the black mist. In an instant, the black mist that was rushing towards them froze in the air, then melted into a wisp of green smoke and finally disappeared.
It’s really useful!
She picked up the remaining Bone-Eating Powder and continued to sprinkle it into the surrounding black mist. Wisps of green smoke rose up, but she soon realized that there was too little Bone-Eating Powder, and it was not enough at all.
"Any more?"
She turned her head and asked.
Chang Shen rolled his eyes. "That's all, and you've used it all up."
Nalan Jingwen frowned, looking at the black mist around them that dared not approach them out of fear, and his heart sank.
She held up the bottle and approached them, and the black mist retreated a few steps, hesitating to get closer, as if assessing the danger—it was quite human-like.
Changsheng glanced at her and spoke again.
"Blue, corpse-dissolving water."
Nalan Jingwen quickly opened the blue bottle and splashed it towards the black mist. As they expected, the black mist turned into wisps of green smoke.
"Yellow, Five-Erosion Powder."
Every time Changsheng uttered the name, Nalan Jingwen would grab a bottle and splash it onto the clumps of black mist, with noticeable results.
"Why are you carrying so much poison?"
Changsheng sat on the ground, panting slightly, and said, "I was bored, so I practiced a bit more and carried it with me in case of emergency."
"Otherwise, with the two of us, one half-crippled and the other sickly, we wouldn't even have to struggle before being stabbed to death."
His mouth was still as foul as ever, but Nalan Jingwen was too lazy to pay attention to him and focused on eliminating the black mist.
Chang Sheng observed his surroundings, and finally his gaze fell on the wisps of black mist that Nalan Jingwen was constantly forcing back, his eyes darkening.
"Lingpei Grass".
"what?"
Nalan Jingwen turned around.
“The Spirit Grass grows in the Southern Wilderness. The Southern Wilderness has no spiritual energy at all. It is an extremely yin and cold place. All the spiritual energy is nurtured into the Spirit Grass. It is protected by the cloud turbidity. It should be the cloud turbidity.”
"Once we eliminate them, we should be able to see the Spirit Grass."
but……
Nalan Jingwen quickly retreated, dodging a cloud of black mist that rushed straight at her, and staggered back a few steps in a disheveled manner.
"Gone."
Chang Sheng looked down and saw that all the bottles and jars were gone, completely consumed.
Countless black mists surged forth again from all around, sweeping towards them in an overwhelming manner. Nalan Jingwen reached out to pull Changsheng over, but saw him being struck by the black mist coming from behind. His body was suddenly lifted into the air like a butterfly, then crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Nalan Jing's pupils contracted, his mind and spirit were shaken, a loud ringing sound filled his ears, and his blood froze instantly.
"A-Nian!!"
Almost subconsciously, she called out the name that had accompanied her for several days and nights.
Lost in thought for a moment, she was struck by the black mist. She felt her blood surging and a strong metallic taste spreading in her mouth. Tears of fear and despair welled up in her eyes. She propped herself up and rushed towards Changsheng, shielding him.
She ignored the burning pain of her flesh, the sound of her bones breaking, and the pain of the black mist corroding her, and frantically stood in front of that fragile person.
He's so delicate and fragile, how could he have suffered such a serious injury?
He'll die...
No, no...
Nalan Jingwen embraced him, shielding him from the relentless onslaught of black mist. When she touched the deathly pale face of the person in her arms, tears streamed down her face like broken beads.
Even a minor cut could kill him, so how could this be allowed...?
Can't……
"A-Nian, be good, don't sleep, be good..."
She reached out to wipe the blood from Changsheng's lips, but no matter how she wiped it away, the blood kept gushing from his mouth.
Another heavy blow landed behind him, and Nalan Jingwen also vomited a mouthful of blood. His vision went black and blurred.
Changsheng's eyelashes trembled, like incredibly fragile butterfly wings. He heard Nalan Jingwen calling him, and his lips parted to make a faint sound.
"fire……"
fire.
Nalan Jingwen instantly understood that the most feared thing in the extremely yin and cold land was fire. She quickly took out a tinderbox, tore off a piece of cloth from her body and lit it. The flames instantly rose up, forcing back the clumps of black mist.
Nalan Jingwen used the Thousand Silk Blade to roll up the cloth, gritted his teeth and held it up, his eyes fierce.
The black mist quickly turned into wisps of smoke as the burning cloth approached. When the fire went out, it was lit again; when the cloth ran out, it was torn again. In the end, Nalan Jingwen was almost exhausted. She glanced around and finally stopped in one direction. She gathered her strength and threw the tinder in her hand violently, which fell into the darkness.
Immediately afterward, the ground began to shake violently, accompanied by heart-wrenching roars. Nalan Jingwen didn't have time to think; she turned around and quickly returned to Changshen's side, shielding him.
All she could hear were roars and the sound of boulders falling, and dust billowed everywhere. Nalan Jingwen kept her head down and held Changsheng tightly in her arms until the sounds gradually stopped, then she slowly raised her head.
The originally pitch-black surroundings began to glow with specks of light, white and green intertwined, as if falling into a starry sky.
But she had no time to appreciate these things, and quickly searched for the medicine on Changsheng's body, but she couldn't find it even after searching almost everywhere.
"Where's your medicine? Where's your medicine?!"
Changsheng struggled to open his eyes to look at her, gently shook his head, and breathed weakly.
"Gone."