20demayo Chapter 3401 We will avenge you.
Chapter 3401 We will avenge you.
Yang Susu shook her head: "If you can work harder, you can reach the tenth floor. Not only can Yang Rui's illness be cured, but Xiao Long's aging syndrome can also be cured."
"You're so disappointing."
Xiao Huang: "......"
Yang Rui looked at Xiao Huang and said to Yang Susu, "Please rest assured, Goddess Su, I will definitely help Xiao Huang with his cultivation in the future."
I didn't know before that this thing was cultivating some kind of medicinal spirit technique.
Now that he knows that this thing can cure his and Xiaolong's illnesses after being cultivated to the tenth level, he will definitely keep a close eye on it.
Xiao Huang felt uneasy under Yang Rui's gaze.
If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, Xiao Huang would definitely have argued his case.
At this moment, Zhulong's gaze fell once again on the hellish mine, and the grief in his eyes transformed into overwhelming killing intent.
Whether he knows about his aging condition or not is irrelevant; the most important thing is to rescue his people.
This was his greatest wish in life.
Xiao Long suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Yang Susu and Yang Rui, pleading, "Please! Save them! If you can save them, I'm willing to be your slave, your servant for eternity!"
Yang Susu quickly helped him up: "You're too kind. Since Xiaoman has made a contract with you, then we are family."
"The family's grudge must be avenged by the whole family."
Yang Rui nodded.
Yang Susu turned to look down, her eyes cold: "But before that, we need to know something."
"Why did this Ghost Realm go to such lengths to capture so many Candle Dragons to mine minerals?"
"What exactly is this so-called 'Heart of the Styx'?"
Xiao Long wiped away his tears, tried hard to recall, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes: "The Heart of the Styx... that is the legendary source of the Styx River."
"It gathers the purest Yin energy between heaven and earth."
"It is said...it is said that if one can obtain it, one can reshape one's body, and even...even bring the dead back to life, achieving an unparalleled body of a ghost or god!"
Yang Susu felt a chill run down her spine.
Reconstructing the ghostly body to achieve supreme ghostly godhood?
Could it be that Guiya, or the ghost god behind the Ghost Realm, wants to use this to break through some kind of constraint?
If they succeed, the world will never have peace again.
"Whatever they want to do, we must not let them succeed."
Yang Susu made a quick decision: "Let's go down and take a look."
"Okay." Yang Rui nodded, his face still pale, but his eyes were unusually firm.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Yang Susu reinforced the concealment formation on everyone's bodies once again.
She formed hand seals, her fingertips dancing, and intricate divine runes flowed into each person's body like streams of light.
"This is the Breath Concealment Technique from the 'Supreme Forgetfulness Technique,' which can disguise our aura as that of lifeless rocks."
Yang Susu explained in a low voice, "As long as we don't actively use our divine power, even if the Ghost Lord himself comes, he might not be able to detect us."
After saying that, she looked at the old Zhulong and said in a serious tone, "Little Dragon, I know you are anxious, but if you act impulsively now, you will not only fail to save your people, but you will also get yourself killed."
"No matter what you see later, you must hold back."
Although the old Candle Dragon was filled with grief and indignation, he also knew the gravity of the situation.
He gritted his teeth, nodded, and with a flicker, transformed back into a streak of light and disappeared into Yang Rui's spirit beast ring.
This time, however, he did not fall asleep, but kept a close eye on the situation outside.
"Walk."
At Yang Susu's command, the two creatures, one pet, and one spirit, like ghosts, silently passed through the thick barrier and drifted down to the bottom of the mine.
The closer you get to the ground, the stronger the sense of oppression becomes.
The impact of being up close is far more powerful than that of looking down from the air.
The air was filled with the sounds of whips tearing flesh apart, heavy breathing, and the suppressed groans of the Candle Dragons.
The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and decay, making one feel dizzy and disoriented.
The group landed on a pile of rocks at the edge of the mine.
This place is piled with abandoned mine slag, which can be used as a shelter.
Through the cracks in the rocks, they finally saw what the Candle Dragons were digging.
It was a mineral that emitted a dark, eerie glow, and each piece was extremely heavy.
Several of the largest adult Candle Dragons were working together, digging with their sharp claws.
With each dig, the black rock layer would emit a dull tremor, as if the earth were groaning in pain.
“That’s ‘Netherworld Iron’,” Yang Rui said in a low voice. “It’s extremely hard and highly corrosive.”
"If an ordinary cultivator were to touch it, they would be instantly corroded into bones."
Only a mythical beast like the Zhulong, with its thick hide and tough flesh, could barely withstand it.
Even so, the claws of those candle dragons were already mangled and bloody, some even revealing their bare bones.
"Hiss..." Xiao Huang gasped, covering his eyes and unable to look.
Just then, Yang Rui's fingers began to tremble violently again.
The spirit beast ring was incredibly hot; you could even feel the heat through your sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Yang Susu immediately asked telepathically.
Yang Rui's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He pressed his hand tightly against the ring, his voice trembling: "Xiao Long... Xiao Long has lost control again."
Inside the ring's space, the Candle Dragon was roaring madly.
"That's...that's my cousin!"
"That's my nephew!"
The old Candle Dragon rampaged through the space; if it weren't for Yang Rui's divine sense suppressing it, it probably would have already broken free.
Through Yang Rui's shared consciousness, Zhulong saw a figure that had been dead for a long time hanging on a stone pillar not far away.
The figure had its limbs cut off, leaving only a torso, which was hung there like a "human stick" to intimidate other tribesmen.
Although the face was withered and deformed, Zhulong could still recognize it.
That was his cousin, with whom he used to play.
A warrior of the Zhulong clan, a powerful figure who once shattered a mountain peak with a single punch!
Now, they've ended up like this!
"Ah—I'm going to kill them!"
"I'm going to kill them!"
The roar of the Candle Dragon exploded in Yang Rui's mind, shaking his soul and causing a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.
"Yang Rui!" Upon seeing this, Yang Susu quickly reached out and supported Yang Rui's back, continuously channeling her divine power into him.
"I...I'm fine..."
Yang Rui shook his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with pain, "It's just...too cruel."
"Xiaolong...can't handle this kind of stimulation."
Looking at the hellish scene before her, Yang Susu felt a surge of killing intent.
But she knew it wasn't the right time yet.
Xiao Huang shook his head: "What a coincidence. I ran into a relative as soon as I came in, and a relative who died such a tragic death."
Xiao Lan, sitting on the hilt of the Life-Giving Sword, nodded with red eyes: "Yes, what a coincidence!"
"Hold on." Yang Susu's voice entered the ring space through her divine sense.
"Xiao Long, we will avenge you."
"But now, we need to know exactly where the 'Heart of the Styx' is."