Chapter 299: Captured

Chapter 299 Captured

This white fairy sword suddenly appeared and stuck upside down in the ground. Half of the sword body and the hilt were trembling, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

The woman in the dark seemed a little surprised and said, "Zhan Chen?"

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan in the air could no longer hold on and fell directly from the air.

Bai Liyuan was shocked and was about to fly up to catch it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a figure, just like the legendary instant teleportation, appeared beside the unconscious Ye Xiaochuan and intercepted Ye Xiaochuan directly from the air.

In this lightning, the figure wrapped the unconscious Ye Xiaochuan and disappeared in the air in an instant.

A moment later, three white, golden and blue lights came from the southeast like lightning. Then two more strange lights rushed from the northeast.

It was Yun Qiyou, the abstinence monk and Qin Fanzhen.

As for the two strange lights that came later, they turned into two middle-aged women, the two elders Hua Niang and Qi Jun of Piaomiao Pavilion.

For some reason, the few remaining rotten giants in the yard seemed to have lost their power at this moment, suddenly stopped moving, and then fell heavily.

Before Yun Qiyou fell, the Zhan Chen inserted in the ground flew back to her hand with a whoosh.

Baili Yuan saw the righteous reinforcements coming and shouted: "Ye Xiaochuan was captured!"

Yun Qiyou's face sank slightly, and he looked around, but there was no trace of the enemy? He didn't know which direction the other party fled.

Everyone wanted to chase and rescue Ye Xiaochuan, but there was no direction at all.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yun Qiyou whistled, controlled Zhan Chen, turned into a white light, and quickly disappeared into the sky, as if she had found the trace of the mysterious person who kidnapped Ye Xiaochuan.

By the time the others reacted, the white light in the sky had disappeared. Baili Yuan shouted, "Chase!"

However, there was no trace of him. He only felt that the direction where the white light disappeared was northwest.

Yun Qiyou was very worried about Ye Xiaochuan at this moment. She didn't know why or when the figure of the strange young man had been lingering in her heart.

She saw Ye Xiaochuan activating Beidou Zhushen from afar. She also saw Ye Xiaochuan vomiting blood and falling from mid-air.

Unless there was a life-and-death crisis, Ye Xiaochuan would not have activated Beidou Zhushen.

The mysterious man who kidnapped Ye Xiaochuan was just a flash. Yun Qiyou was too far away at the time, and the other party was too fast. He only felt that Ye Xiaochuan fell from mid-air, and when he fell halfway, he suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Yun Qiyou didn't dare to imagine how high the other party's Taoism was.

She felt that even Master Yu Jizi or Master Yun Yazi's great-uncle might not be able to have such a fast speed.

Others couldn't track him at all, but Yun Qiyou could.

Zhan Chen and Wushuang are lovers who have been entangled for three lifetimes. Although she cannot track down the mysterious woman who kidnapped Ye Xiaochuan, she can vaguely feel the direction where Wufeng is at the moment.

This feeling is very subtle and weak, like the fusion of the memory of the previous life and this life, and it is also like some kind of telepathy.

Chasing from late night to dawn, from dawn to morning, and from morning to noon.

Until the dusk of the second day, it should be at least a thousand miles away from the abandoned charity cemetery where the incident occurred.

Yun Qiyou fell from mid-air, and under his feet was a rolling mountain range. The mountains were not big, not as majestic as Cangyun Mountain, but there were ancient trees and dense jungles for hundreds of miles.

Yun Qiyou has been following Wufeng's feeling to track. At this moment, she doesn't know where this mountain range is, but she can feel that Wufeng Sword is somewhere in this huge mountain range.

She doesn't know why she keeps chasing him. She knows very well that even if she catches up, she will never be able to defeat the man who kidnapped Ye Xiaochuan.

But she still caught up.

Her slender figure slowly fell from midair into a valley, surrounded by ancient trees several dozen feet tall. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground under her feet, and every step she took would emit the smell of rotting leaves.

There were trees and thorns everywhere, wild flowers and weeds everywhere, and one after another thousand-foot-high peaks rose and fell.

There was no sign of human activity.

Yun Qiyou stopped after walking a few steps, and had been tracking in the sky. She didn't see the direction clearly, but she knew that she was not tracking in a straight line at the time.

The other party seemed to feel that she was tracking from behind and had been circling.

She had no idea where the mountain range she was in was now.

The only thing that was certain was that it was at least a thousand miles away from the place where the accident happened last night, or even farther.

Anqing Prefecture was a plain with endless wheat fields.

The world in front of her was mountains, endless mountains.

These were two different landforms.

In a dark cave, Ye Xiaochuan was thrown into a corner of the cave like garbage.

This cave should be located in the belly of the mountain or deep underground. There is no light from the cave entrance. There is a half-open stone door, and behind the stone door is a dark tunnel.

The cave is not a stone chamber, and there are no traces of artificial excavation. The surrounding stone walls still retain the original mountain and stone style, with jagged rocks and many sharp stalactites extending from the ground or the top of the cave.

In the middle of the cave, there is a white jade platform half a person high, which is actually the very rare Xisha Hanbing Jade, like black ice. There is a faint cold mist gathering on the stone platform.

At this moment, a woman in a gray-green linen dress was sitting cross-legged on the jade platform. She looked young, about 20 years old, with an oval face and black hair tied into two balls casually, hanging from her shoulders, covering her chest and extending to her navel.

This should be a beautiful woman, and she is indeed very beautiful, but her skin is very pale, and her eyes are grayish white, like the eyes of a dead fish.

She is like a corpse, a body without a soul.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded in the cave. It was the woman playing the flute, and the flute was the Huangquan Biluo flute on Ye Xiaochuan's body.

The sound of the flute was very clear and pure, like a secluded orchid in an empty valley, as if it reached the depths of a person's soul.

She played an ancient song that had been lost in the world for thousands of years. It was a bit desolate. It should be the kind of heavenly sound played by ancient ancestors when offering sacrifices to the gods in the sky.

This song is very long, very long.

The woman in hemp clothes seemed to have forgotten about Ye Xiaochuan, who was abandoned by her like a dead person, and seemed to be completely intoxicated in the world of the flute she played.

Ye Xiaochuan did not die, which was not beyond the expectations of the woman in hemp clothes.

However, before she finished playing this song, Ye Xiaochuan woke up, which surprised the woman in hemp clothes.