RPAGF Chapter 548 The Difficult Road Back
Chapter 548 The Difficult Road Back
The vines were covered with sharp thorns, flashing coldly in the dim cave like sharp daggers.
Chen Yile's eyes flashed, and he quickly put down his backpack. He quickly formed a seal with his left hand and shouted, "Those who are about to fight, all form a formation in front!"
A golden light surged out from his hand, temporarily blocking the first round of attacks from the vines.
Then, he tightly grasped the Qingfu Sword in his right hand, and the runes on the sword instantly lit up, emitting a cold blue light.
Chen Yile's body was as fast as lightning, and he rushed towards the corpses first.
He jumped high, and the Qingfu sword in his hand drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing towards the rotten corpse in front with a whistling sound.
The corpse seemed to sense the danger and stretched out its withered arms in an attempt to resist.
The Qingfu Sword collided with the corpse's arm, making a teeth-grinding friction sound and splashing a string of green sparks.
Chen Yile pressed hard, and the sword slid down, cutting off the corpse's arm at the shoulder. A black mucus spurted out from the broken arm of the corpse, emitting a pungent smell.
However, the corpse seemed to feel no pain, waving its other arm and rushing towards Chen Yile with an even more ferocious attitude.
Chen Yile tapped the ground with his toes, dodged to the side, easily avoiding the attack, then swung his sword back and stabbed the corpse in the back.
The Qingfu Sword pierced into the rotten corpse without any hindrance. The corpse let out a sharp scream and its body began to tremble violently.
At this time, another corpse approached quietly from the side, opened its bloody mouth, revealing a mouth full of jagged fangs, and bit towards Chen Yile's neck.
Wang Jiajia saw it clearly from the side and was horrified. Although she didn't know Taoism, she didn't want to sit and wait for death. She quickly took out some medicine powder from her medicine bag and sprinkled it into the eyes of the rotten corpse.
The corpse was blinded by the powder and its movements were slightly slowed down.
Chen Yile took advantage of the moment when the corpse was disturbed by the powder, suddenly drew out the Qingfu Sword, and turned around to face the new enemy.
He continuously injected the spiritual power in his body into the Qingfu Sword, and the blue light on the sword became more and more dazzling.
He displayed a set of exquisite sword techniques, and the sword shadows flashed, like blooming orchids, enveloping the rotten corpse.
The rotten corpse rushed left and right in the sword shadow, but was unable to break through Chen Yile's attack range.
Wang Jiajia, who was standing by, was wary of attacks from the surrounding vines while looking for opportunities to help.
She took out some herbs with a pungent smell from her bag, crushed them and sprinkled them around, trying to interfere with the vines' perception.
On Chen Yile's side, after a fierce battle, several corpses were already wounded, but they still resisted stubbornly.
Chen Yile knew very well that this was not a solution and he had to make a quick decision.
However, vines are all wood, so you can try using fire.
Chen Yile stood firmly with his feet apart, holding the Qingfu Sword high in his hands, and chanting the mysterious and powerful fire spell: "Nanming Lihuo, obey my command, burn away all evil and purify all evil!"
As the spell was recited, the blue light on the Qingfu Sword gradually transformed into a blazing flame. The flame quickly spread and enveloped the entire sword.
As the flames danced, they emitted powerful heat waves, and the temperature in the cave rose sharply.
Chen Yile shouted loudly and rushed towards the corpse waving his flaming sword.
The corpses seemed to feel the horror of the flames and retreated one after another.
But how could Chen Yile give them a chance to escape? He was like a ghost and rushed forward in an instant.
Wherever the fire sword went, the bodies of the rotten corpses were ignited by the flames and let out miserable screams.
They struggled frantically in the flames, but the fire grew more and more intense, soon devouring them completely and turning them into ashes.
After dealing with the rotten corpse, Chen Yile turned and looked at the vines that were still trying to break through the wall of light.
He held the burning Qingfu sword and walked quickly towards the vines.
The vines seemed to sense the threat of death and began to dance even more frantically, trying to attack Chen Yile.
Chen Yile remained unmoved. He waved the fire sword in his hand, and a flame spurted out, instantly igniting a large area of vines.
The flames spread rapidly along the vines, engulfing the entire cave in a sea of fire.
Under the burning flames, the vines made crackling sounds and gradually withered.
The cave was filled with a burning smell and thick smoke.
Chen Yile and Wang Jiajia stood in the flames, their figures illuminated by the fire, looking particularly resolute.
Chen Yile put away the Qingfu Sword and the flames gradually died down.
He walked to the backpack, picked it up, and said to Wang Jiajia, "Jiajia, let's get out of here quickly."
The two walked out along the cave passage.
The smoke in the cave made their vision a little blurry, but they relied on their memory and keen perception to move forward carefully.
As they were walking, Wang Jiajia suddenly stopped. Her face was pale, and a trace of fear was revealed in her eyes. She pointed ahead and said, "Brother Chen, look!"
Chen Yile looked in the direction of her finger and saw a huge blood-red pattern appear on the cave wall in front of him.
The pattern looks like an ancient formation, emitting a strong evil aura.
There was a faint black mist flowing in the formation, as if it was hiding countless vengeful spirits.
Chen Yile's heart sank. He knew that this formation was definitely not a good one.
He slowly approached the pattern, carefully observing the patterns and structure of the formation, trying to find a way to crack it.
Wang Jiajia followed him nervously. She knew she would be unable to perform effectively in such a dangerous formation, so she said to Chen Yile, "Brother Chen, I'm afraid I'll be a burden to you. I'll find a safe place to hide while you focus on breaking the formation."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Yile nodded and said, "Okay, Jiajia, stay away and be careful."
After Wang Jiajia hid, Chen Yile took a deep breath and performed the technique of transforming one breath into three pure ones.
A strange light appeared around his body, and as the light flashed, two clones that looked exactly like him appeared on both sides.
The two clones held the Qingfu Sword and guarded the surroundings vigilantly.
Chen Yile's real body began to cast spells to break the formation.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and a layer of golden light appeared around his body.
He injected spiritual power into the light, and the light gradually became stronger, counteracting the evil aura of the formation.
As Chen Yile cast the spell, the black mist in the formation began to roll violently, as if struggling to resist.
Suddenly, countless black arms stretched out from the formation and grabbed Chen Yile and his clone.
The two clones quickly swung the Qingfu Sword, and the sword shadows intersected, cutting off the approaching black arms one after another.
A pungent black smoke emanated from where the black arm was broken.
Chen Yile remained unmoved, speeding up the seal-making process and chanting more and more rapidly.
He injected more spiritual power into the power to break the formation.
Seeing that it was difficult to break through the clone's defense, the black arm changed its strategy and turned part of its arm to attack Chen Yile's real body.