Chapter 320 Battle for the Summoning Book (8)
Cheng Feng raised his head and said proudly, "How can you imagine the power of the Imperial Master?"
"Oh? Is he so powerful?" Wei Ning thought of what happened just now. If it weren't for this damn summoning book, she would probably be a cold corpse now.
She really hated the imperial teacher.
I won't offend anyone unless they offend me, but if someone offends me, I won't swallow my anger!
"Take me to see your Imperial Master!"
“Hahaha!” Cheng Feng raised his head and laughed, as if he would rather die than be loyal to the Imperial Master. “This is the Netherworld, you can’t get out! Since I dare to come in, I am ready to be buried here with you. I, Yin Chengfeng, will use my blood to pay tribute to the Death Summoning Book!”
Snapped!
Wei Ning interrupted his majestic words with a slap. Cheng Feng was stunned for a moment, then jumped up angrily: "Do you think I'm really afraid of death?"
"Then do you think that, based on your weight, you are qualified to be my burial companion?" Wei Ning kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel on one knee in front of him, pointing the sword at his throat.
Cheng Feng was so angry that his face turned red. He glared at her angrily, "Don't be so arrogant! You can't get out anyway. You will die here sooner or later!"
Wei Ning ignored him, pulled a vine to tie him up and threw him aside, then looked at the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts and Bai Ze who were both injured after a fight.
The false alarm just now was really terrifying.
The Eight Desolate Divine Beast heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine, and said coldly: "Bai Ze, she has no grudge against you, why do you want to kill her?"
Bai Ze glanced at Wei Ning. His eyes were very complicated and full of unspeakable meanings. He did not answer, but just snorted and walked aside to lick his wound.
Wei Ning said: "It is impossible to get any information from these two silent people. Let's find a way out first, and then go meet that damned national teacher!"
"But this is the underworld, do you have any solution?" The Eight Desolate Divine Beast was a little worried. He didn't even care about the injuries on his body and looked at Wei Ning worriedly.
"Maybe there is. Let me first flip through this "Death Summoning Book" to see if there are any clues." Wei Ning gently tapped the cover of the book.
The Eight Desolate Divine Beast said, “I have heard that this summoning book is a magical weapon from another world, but I don’t know much about it. It seems that some people have intentionally omitted this part. However, what is certain is that this summoning book does not belong to the Galan Continent.”
If it belongs to the Galan Continent, he would know something even if someone deliberately concealed it.
Wei Ning nodded and sat down against his back. She was badly injured by the blow from the hibiscus flower just now, and there was a smell of blood between her breaths.
But without medicine to treat internal injuries and without spiritual power, she is now helpless and can only rely on herself to heal.
His fingers gently stroked the wooden cover, slowly wiping off the dust and blood, gradually revealing the five words "Death Summoning Book" on it. It was written in ordinary seal script, but it seemed to be carved in blood, and there was a layer of wax on the surface.
When her fingertips rested on these five words, she seemed to be called by something and heard a distant sigh faintly in her ears.
Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of sadness and pain welled up in her heart.
She felt as if there was a huge whirlpool ahead, leading her into it.
