sjar Chapter 979
Chapter 979
"call!"
He was breathing rapidly, and his cheeks were flushed.
A boiling heat surged within him, threatening to consume him.
"what is this?"
Ling Yan turned pale with shock.
He never imagined that a small task would bring about such a change.
He looked up to the sky and roared.
The sound waves were vast and powerful, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.
Ling Yanyan's body trembled.
He felt as if all the bones in his body were shattering, and the pain was unbearable.
It wasn't just the pain; he felt his body getting heavier and his legs becoming heavy.
"I rely on!"
"How did I get fat?"
"No, we can't stop, hold on!"
Ling Yanyan endured the excruciating pain and moved forward with difficulty.
He was in great pain, but he didn't forget his mission.
"Boom!"
Just then, thunderclouds surged and thunder roared.
A massive silver bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck straight down.
"Mom!"
Ling Yanyan was so frightened that he ran away as fast as he could.
"Crack!"
"Boom!"
Ling Yanyan dodged one or two attacks.
But a huge bolt of lightning still struck him, causing him to sway violently.
His face showed pain.
But it still didn't stop.
"boom!
boom!
boom! "
A series of thunderclaps fell.
Ling Yanyan, enduring inexplicable torment, staggered forward.
Suddenly, he lost his footing and fell into the valley.
"puff!"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.
"Boom!"
Another bolt of thunder struck.
Ling Yanyan's body convulsed, and he fainted.
Electricity snaked wildly through the valley.
Ling Yanyan was lying on the ground when he was struck awake by lightning.
"what!"
He screamed and scrambled to his feet, continuing his escape.
This is not a place to linger!
Just then, dozens of ferocious beasts and birds of prey pounced.
"Fuck!"
Ling Yanyan was so frightened that he turned and ran away.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"Tear!"
A striped tiger pounced from behind him, its jaws wide open, revealing sharp fangs.
"My life is over!"
Ling Yanyan closed his eyes, awaiting death.
However, the expected pain did not occur; instead, a warm current flowed through me.
His body stiffened, and he slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was a zombie.
Ling Yanyan's lips twitched; he hadn't expected to be so lucky.
He immediately drew his peach wood sword: "Demon! Prepare to die!"
The other person seemed to hear his voice and turned around.
That face!
Ling Yanyan suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Holy crap! It's that female ghost!
He quickly took several steps back, watching her warily.
The female ghost didn't speak, but just stared at him coldly before suddenly rushing forward.
Ling Yanyan was so frightened that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She tried desperately to dodge, but the other person still grabbed her shoulder.
The female ghost was very strong; she lifted him up, threw him into the air, and then slammed him hard onto the floor.
Ling Yanyan fell and hurt his bottom. As soon as he looked up, he saw the female ghost holding a black blade.
Ling Yanyan was terrified: "Hey, don't do anything rash! I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of talismans from his pocket and chanted a spell: "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
The female ghost ignored him completely and raised her knife to stab him.
Ling Yanyan's pupils contracted, and he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and awaited death.
"puff!"
The expected pain did not come.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the blade the female ghost was holding had shattered into pieces and fallen to the ground.
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly realizing what was happening.
Holy crap! This is actually a manifestation of Taoist magic!
No wonder he was able to fool the female ghost!
He stood up with a mix of surprise and delight, dusted off his trousers, and walked over: "Hey, pretty girl, my name is Ling Yanyan, and I'm the leader of the Maoshan Sect. What's your name?"
"Ling Yanyan?" The female ghost tilted her head and looked him over, then suddenly smiled eerily: "So you are Ling Yanyan!"
After saying that, the female ghost pounced on her.
"Hey, what are you doing! Let me go!" Ling Yanyan struggled fiercely.
But the female ghost was too strong, and he couldn't move at all.
Just at this critical moment, someone suddenly grabbed the female ghost's arm.
"Stop." A deep, pleasant male voice rang out.
Ling Yanyan was slightly taken aback, then looked up and was immediately shocked.
Before them stood an exceptionally handsome man, dressed in white clothes and shoes, with exquisitely beautiful features, as if he were the most exquisite masterpiece of heaven.
At this moment, those dark, deep eyes were looking at him indifferently, with a hint of disdain in their brows.
He released his grip and said calmly, "Get lost, you idiot."
Ling Yanyan was taken aback, then came to his senses and immediately bowed to the man, saying, "Thank you for saving me, sir. May I ask who you are?"
The man's gaze swept over Ling Yanyan, then glanced at the female ghost beside him, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Ling Yanyan, a disciple of Maoshan."
"A disciple of Maoshan?" Ling Yanyan was even more surprised. He could clearly feel the nobility and prestige emanating from the man.
Although he was disheveled, it couldn't hide his unique charisma.
"May I ask your honorable name, sir?" he asked again.
The man raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant: "You are not worthy to know."
Ling Yanyan felt awkward, but he wasn't angry. After all, the other party had saved him, and he still had to show proper courtesy. "In that case, I'll take my leave now."
After he finished speaking, he prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." The man's voice suddenly rang out, "Which sect are you from?"
Ling Yanyan stopped and turned his head, saying, "Maoshan Sect."
Upon hearing this, the man frowned: "I remember that the Maoshan Sect only accepts women, so why are you dressed as a man?"
Ling Yanyan blinked, looking completely bewildered.
Holy crap, did he give himself away?
But he is indeed a man, and a genuine, real man!
The man stared at Ling Yanyan, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
Ling Yanyan couldn't help but swallow hard, and asked cautiously, "What advice do you have for me, sir?"
"Instructions?" The man scoffed, his gaze sharpening as if he could see through everything. "The mere Maoshan Sect is not worth my trouble in instructing you?"
Ling Yanyan froze instantly.
Damn it! This guy actually looks down on the Maoshan Sect!
He took a deep breath and forced a smile: "In that case, I'll take my leave now."
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, then turned and left.
Ling Yanyan's figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
The man's gaze remained fixed on the direction where he had disappeared, a wicked smile curving his lips.
"As expected, this kind of small sect in a low-level world is not worthy of my personal attention."
Ling Yanyan walked out of the alley and vowed never to play hide-and-seek with these weirdos again!
He rubbed his aching lower back and decided to find another place to continue playing hide-and-seek.
Ling Yanyan found a new toy and ran over excitedly.
But as soon as they stepped out of the alley, they bumped into a wall of flesh.