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Chapter 192: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

Song Yuesheng rested in the inn for two days before heading to the Ice Plateau.

The closer we get to the plateau, the more snow falls from the sky and the colder the wind becomes.

Although he was a bamboo spirit, he also felt the coldness.

Song Yuesheng rubbed her arms unconsciously, trying to dispel the coldness around her, but the chill seemed to penetrate into her bones, making her hug her arms involuntarily.

However, just as Song Yuesheng reached the foot of the mountain, a powerful magical power like an invisible barrier blocked her way.

She quickly mobilized the spiritual power in her body to block it.

After a while, Song Yuesheng looked up at the plateau that seemed to have no top and sighed in his heart.

If there is such magical power at the foot of the mountain, it must be even more dangerous on the plateau.

Since she couldn't reach the top, she at least walked through the foot of the mountain.

Throughout the dynasties, those who fought at the foot of the mountain were always small soldiers, and their weapons were the cheapest.

She ran so far and nearly died on the road, not to get the lowest grade weapon.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and gathered his spiritual power again. While resisting, he moved upwards with difficulty.

"Shh-"

But after taking two steps, Song Yuesheng was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by a gust of cold wind.

She staggered back a few steps and returned to the junction of the foot of the mountain and the plain.

Song Yuesheng tilted his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out instantly, like a red flower blooming in the snow.

The deep red color instantly dyed the surrounding snow red, leaving a dazzling red on the sunken snow.

The blue sparrow in the sea of ​​stars didn't even dare to breathe, and looked at the picture on the big screen with tears in its eyes.

Sister Yue, don't go any further, let's go back.

If you leave again, there will be two deaths!

Song Yuesheng wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his hand, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I am really afraid of what will happen.

She managed to stand firmly, her face was as pale as paper, but she clenched her fists unwillingly.

Ten steps.

Go ten steps forward.

Choose your weapon after ten steps.

"Ahhh, it's so dirty, so dirty!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard all around.

Song Yuesheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a seductive-looking man standing on the snow not far away.

A scarlet gown burned like a ball of fire in the snow, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and there was an unruly pride between her brows.

The injured Song Yuesheng couldn't stand such shouting. He frowned and looked at the man in red clothes.

"Sir, I am injured. Can you please be quiet?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the man in red clothes instantly flew in front of Song Yuesheng.

A pair of phoenix eyes were slightly raised, with anger burning in them, staring straight at Song Yuesheng, with his mouth open.

The man was suddenly stunned.

Why can't he make any sound?

Song Yuesheng held back his temper and said, "Sir, if you want to speak, please speak quickly. I have something important to do."

"You little devil, didn't you see me..."

The charming-looking man's face turned stern, and he said halfway before his figure flashed and floated to the side of the sunken snow like a ghost.

A wave of his hand.

A green oil-paper umbrella flew into the air.

When he caught a glimpse of the blood on the umbrella, he took several steps back in disbelief.

Then, he moved his fingers lightly, and a small bronze mirror appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Seeing himself in the mirror, the man in red clothes mobilized all his magic power and flew towards Song Yuesheng with anger in his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! I'm going to kill you, a lowly little demon!"

Blue Sparrow was anxious, "Sister Yue, why are you still standing there? Run!"

"You can't run, and you can't fight. Sparrow Spirit, you can go bind to the next host."

Song Yuesheng accepted his fate.

At the moment he touched the corner of her clothes, the man seemed to be hit by an invisible force. He suddenly clenched the clothes on his chest, his body softened, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

Song Yuesheng clicked his tongue.

In this day and age, I didn't expect that she would encounter someone who was possessed.

She leaned forward slightly and kindly reminded, "There is a village nine hundred meters to the south. There is a doctor in the village. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for me to pick up a weapon on the mountain. After that, I will help you go forward."

The man was furious, and with a wave of his hand, the oil-paper umbrella emitting a faint green light floated in front of Song Yuesheng. He was angry and tried to block her way: "You, you, you, I have never seen such a greedy little bamboo spirit like you. Have..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "You are not satisfied with Qing'ai, and you still want to pick up those mediocre rags?"

"I appreciate your kindness, sir, but I don't know how to use a weapon like an umbrella." Song Yuesheng endured the fluctuations of the magic power of the ice field and bowed to him in farewell.

If she could win, she wouldn't have done this.

"Since you don't want Qing'ai, then just kill yourself." The man seemed to be in a much better mood. He pointed at the dagger on the ground and moved away.

He looked like he was afraid of being splattered with blood.

Song Yuesheng thought he was mentally ill, so she didn't say anything and continued to move forward according to her ten-step plan.

But every time she took a step, the man would stop her and tell her to commit suicide.

As he listened, Song Yuesheng realized something was wrong.

There are many weapons scattered from the foot of the mountain to the top. If he is a monster on the ice field and doesn't want others to take away the weapons, it is impossible that he only cares about the green umbrella.

Furthermore, he was obviously much more powerful than her in magic, but he didn't beat her to death, but only encouraged her to commit suicide. And there was also the strange thing that he would just open his mouth and not speak...

Song Yuesheng began to think about it.

She pulled his arm and stared at him: "Are you the umbrella spirit of this umbrella?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him turned into a wisp of crimson smoke and floated away, then turned into a human form.

He wiped the snow on the arm she had just touched, his disdain very obvious: "Just speak nicely, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

Song Yuesheng pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly: "So you are an umbrella spirit?"

"What umbrella spirit? I am..." The man coughed and said a few words to the umbrella.

The green umbrella turned into a long sword with a faint green color.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flashed with shock: "This umbrella turned out to be a sword?"

"The Qingai Umbrella can transform into various weapons according to the holder's cultivation ability and thoughts. Isn't this much better than those messy things?"

The man snorted contemptuously, with a flash of disdain in his eyes: "Also, don't confuse me with those sword spirits. I have a name. Luochuan. Luochuan, where all the lakes and seas in the human world eventually flow into the Luochuan River."

Luochuan wiped his clothes with the snow for a long time.

He cast his eyes on Song Yuesheng again, and said in a bad tone: "Hey, bamboo spirit, you know a lot, hurry up and kill yourself. Although I really want to leave this ice plateau, the owner of the Qingai Umbrella cannot be a little goblin with low magic power like you!"

Song Yuesheng rubbed her fingers and tried to recite a spell silently, and then the green mist umbrella that turned into a sword flew directly towards her.

She held a long sword in her hand and performed a few sword flowers with light movements.

The green skirt fluttered with her movements, as if blending into the snow and wind.

Luo Chuan stood aside, staring at Song Yuesheng.

Did the bamboo spirit regret it?

Song Yuesheng put away the sword neatly.

This sword is good, and it can transform into other weapons. There is also such a powerful umbrella spirit that listens to her orders. What does she have to worry about?

Song Yuesheng made up his mind, looked at Luo Chuan and smiled: "I can't commit suicide now. If you want to choose another master, you have two choices. Either wait patiently for me to finish my work, or find someone to kill me after you leave."

Luo Chuan's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "How dare a little bamboo spirit like you threaten me?"

"Kneel down."

"Why should I..."

Luochuan's legs seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he knelt on the thick snow with a plop.

No matter how he used magic to break free, he couldn't.

This was the reason why he carefully protected the Qingai Umbrella so that it would not be recognized as his master by low-level monsters.

They are the best at bullying others by taking advantage of their power!

"An umbrella spirit like you with such a strong sense of autonomy is really a headache." Song Yuesheng approached Luochuan step by step, and the folding fan in his hand gently lifted his chin and looked at him carefully.

Whether it was the distance between them or the fresh, slightly grassy scent on her body, for Luo Chuan, it was far beyond his acceptable range.

Luo Chuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to the side, trying to avoid her gaze.

When they got closer, Song Yuesheng discovered that a dark bamboo leaf pattern was slowly emerging under Luochuan's left eye.

Is the Qingai Umbrella a sign of recognizing its master?

No wonder Luochuan wanted to kill her after looking in the bronze mirror.

"I advise you to give up as soon as possible. I am not one of those sword spirits who can be killed easily!"

Luo Chuan said this while pulling his neck back.

Although this little bamboo spirit looks good, you can tell at first glance that it is not a clean person.

What will happen in the future if she takes the Qingai Umbrella?

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Song Yuesheng noticed his actions and sighed in his heart.

She straightened Luochuan's head and made him look into her eyes: "Luochuan, considering that we will be together for a long time in the future... My name is Song Yuesheng. When you stop calling me Little Bamboo Fairy, when will you get up from this place again?"

Luo Chuan's eyes didn't even blink, as if they were fixed.

Song Yuesheng touched his forehead with his folding fan, and he fell backwards.

She frowned slightly.

Wouldn't it be extremely difficult for him to get things done with such severe mysophobia?

This is not okay.

As Song Yuesheng's footsteps gradually faded away, Luo Chuan waved his fingertips, and the surrounding snow seemed to be pulled by a force, fluttering towards him.

Before long, his figure was completely covered by the snow, as if it had merged into the snow at the foot of the mountain.

Under the snow, Luochuan closed his eyes, but an indescribable disgust arose in his heart.

Ahhh, it's so dirty!

When he leaves the plateau, he will find someone to kill the little bamboo spirit, and then replace the Qingai Umbrella with a master who has high cultivation and is diligent in cleaning!