Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 99 This sword spirit is too greedy 11

Zhao Zhao couldn't help but take a step back, widening the distance between them.

“Then Zhaoxue will stay by my side. The Infernal Purgatory is very dangerous, so be careful.” Meng Xuan’an said with a smile, his tone very slow.

"Um... oh."

Zhao Zhao silently took another step back, inadvertently stepping on the foot of the person behind him. "Sorry." Turning around, he saw Bai Yuexi staring blankly at him and Zhao Xuejian, her pupils dilating in shock.

"You...you, you're not me..."

"Shh." Zhao Zhao put a finger to her lips, the boy's expression mischievous, signaling her not to reveal herself.

Bai Yuexi swallowed the words she was about to say and couldn't help but glance at the indifferent Meng Xuan'an in front of her.

Zhao Zhao smiled slightly at him, then turned her head to look elsewhere.

The dark red sky gradually darkened, and the blood-red crescent moon slowly emerged from the thick clouds, shining on the barren sand, turning it a blood-red hue.

Suddenly, without warning, a strong wind arose, whipping up large amounts of mud and sand, obscuring everyone's vision and judgment.

Danger is creeping in.

"Heavens! Why won't this wind stop?!" A disciple in the back exclaimed in confusion, taking out his compass. The compass needle spun wildly, eventually emitting flames before completely destroying itself.

"Immortal Venerable!" another disciple shouted. Zhao Zhao turned around and saw a young man at the edge of the crowd being swept into the air by the wind.

Zhao Zhao flew forward, pulled him down, and landed back on the spot. The boy was still in shock and stammered, "Thank...thank you."

"what!"

One by one, more and more disciples were blown away. Pei Ze, who was left to cover the rear, was in a flurry of activity, protecting the disciples one by one. Meanwhile, Meng Xuan'an, who was in front, stood calmly in the distance without making any move.

In a hazy state, Zhao Zhao looked at his figure and suddenly felt that he was a stranger.

"Ahhh, why won't this wind stop?" The strong wind lasted for a quarter of an hour, and apart from the two immortal venerables, everyone present was too busy to take care of themselves.

Zhao Zhao merged with the Zhaoxue Sword, forcefully burying the blade into the sand. Some disciples who lost their footing grabbed the hilt of the sword to steady themselves.

Half an hour later, the wind finally stopped. Zhao Zhao looked around and found that almost a third of the disciples were missing.

"What should we do? Bai Yuexi has disappeared."

"And Xie Wenqin too! Wenqin is missing as well!"

"..."

One after another, disciples reported to Meng Xuan'an and Pei Ze.

However, no one knew that this was just a small gift from the Abyss, a gift they were given to each other.

"Look what that is?!" a disciple exclaimed in surprise, pointing ahead.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over and saw that a city had suddenly appeared on the previously empty wasteland in the distance, with a faint bloody aura floating above it, making it sinister and eerie.

Anyone with eyes could see the strangeness of the city's sudden appearance, but Meng Xuan'an insisted on letting them in.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Pei Ze rushed forward, grabbing his collar. "What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you see something's wrong?"

He paused, then, realizing he truly couldn't see, added, "While you can't see, didn't your 'mind' report the situation ahead to you? Are you really sending them to their deaths in this situation?"

Meng Xuan'an calmly brushed his hand away, ignoring him, and said to the disciples behind him, "Danger and opportunity coexist. Don't you want to improve your strength?"

Some disciples hesitated, while others were filled with fear. "But this place is really terrifying."

Meng Xuan'an chuckled, "This is what the Avici Hell is like. You'll get used to it."

"What about the other missing disciples?" someone asked.

Meng Xuan'an turned around, raised his hand and pointed in one direction, and slowly said, "Look, aren't they all over there?"

Following his finger, everyone saw that on the city walls and around the palaces, stood soldiers made of clay, and on the spears in their hands hung the names of their lost comrades.

They were all unconscious and bound by an unknown vine.