Princess Against the World

"Is this what Mo Xuanchen...is looking for!?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly became energetic and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Does that mean that as long as we speed up our pace, we can catch up with him!"

Ling Luoyu clapped his hands and stood up: "What I'm worried about is not whether I can catch up with him..."

Dingmiao took a breath: "He doesn't know we're here, so he won't wait for us... If he takes that thing away, then out of self-protection, these formations will collapse..."

"Collapse?" Feng Chenglin quickly looked at the floating corpses: "Just tell me...will this thing really jump up and bite us when the time comes?"

"What do you think? They are all one..."

"..."

Feng Chenglin swallowed his saliva dryly and glanced at the floating corpse at his feet.

"This thing looks lifeless, but what if it really takes a bite... ah..."

He suddenly screamed and stepped back subconsciously.

Dingmiao Quequen, who was behind him, was caught off guard and was knocked to his face.

"you……"

His feet slipped and he fell into the floating corpses.

"Dingmiao..."

Ling Luoyu quickly grabbed Dingmiao's shoulders and pulled him out of the water.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Dingmiao spit out a mouthful of water, feeling extremely disgusted.

"Feng Chenglin, what are you doing?"

Feng Chenglin stood there with a ghostly look on his face, pointing to the floating corpse at his feet: "Yes... it's this thing... He suddenly opened his eyes..."

Dingmiao: "..."

Are you hallucinating again? !

How could a corpse that had been dead for many years open its eyes?

"Feng Chenglin, are you locked in the eye?"

Dingmiao was speechless, supporting his side with both arms, and jumped out of the water.

Amidst the "crash" sound, his body suddenly froze when he was halfway out of the body.

Ling Luoyu was about to wave his hands and stand up. When he saw his action, his eyes suddenly sank.

"Dingmiao..."

Before he finished speaking, Dingmiao's body suddenly fell.

"What happened..."

Ling Luoyu quickly raised his hand to grab it, but it was caught in the air.

Dingmiao seemed to be pulled by something, sinking into the water like a huge boulder.

"Fuck..."

Feng Chenglin didn't care about the eyes of the dead body and hurriedly came over.

"What's wrong? Why did he go down again?"

"He was dragged down!"

"Pull it down?"

Feng Chenglin subconsciously knelt down by the water and looked at the bubbling water.

"Who dragged them down? It couldn't be those dead bodies, could it?"

On the turbid water, the face of a floating corpse was looming among the rotting grass.

When Feng Chenglin looked carefully, his eyes opened wide and looked into his eyes eerily.

After a moment of shock, Feng Chenglin took action suddenly.

"boom!"

A fierce punch hit the floating corpse in the face.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm afraid of you..."

The floating corpse was forced to fall down in a circle, stirring the rotten grass and making it difficult to see the figure of the Ding Temple.

"Where's the one named Miao? He won't just drown, right?"

Feng Chenglin was about to fish it out, but Ling Luoyu held his wrist.

"Don't do it! These rotten grasses will drag you down!"

Rotten grass is wrapped around the floating corpse, spinning as if a pair of hands are stirring it.

"What should we do?"

Feng Chenglin looked at the bubbles on the water surface.

"I feel like that kid can't last long..."

The bubbles were messy, indicating that Dingmiao could not hold on for long under the water.

"I come……"

Ling Luoyu poured out the chaotic soul, released it from his fingertips, and invaded directly under the water.