Chapter 77: Xiao Qing's Injury

  Yang Feng was dodging while paying close attention to the Pope's movements. When he saw the Pope reaching into his robes, he knew the old man was up to something again. However, Yang Feng didn't expect the Pope to throw out such a thing. Looking at the Saint Beetle, which was as large as two tables, and the powerful holy energy emanating from its body, Yang Feng suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.

  The holy beetle flapped its wings, and its six long sharp claws kept waving, transforming into a flowing light that rushed towards Yang Feng. Looking at the holy beetle rushing towards him, Yang Feng felt as if it was a huge mountain about to crush him, without any thought of resistance, seemingly only waiting for death with his eyes closed!

  Just as the two sharp claws in front of the Sacred Beetle were about to grab Yang Feng's body, a white light suddenly darted out from Yang Feng's arms. The white light quickly grew larger and finally transformed into an enormous white python, nearly eighty meters long and as thick as four or five adults standing together. It lay horizontally in front of Yang Feng, then swung its massive snake tail and swept it towards the Sacred Beetle!

  The giant python that appeared was indeed Xiao Qing. The recent period of cultivation had allowed Xiao Qing's body to grow again, reaching a length of 80 meters. As soon as it made its move, it startled the Pope, and the Sacred Beetle that was suddenly swept away by Xiao Qing's tail was also smashed into the ground!

  Xiao Qing stood in front of Yang Feng, her two eyes gleaming like red lanterns as she stared at the Pope standing in mid-air. A blood-red snake-like creature several meters long was constantly swallowing and spitting out air, its silver-white scales shining brightly even in the dark night, emitting a cold aura that instantly froze all the flowers and grass around it.

  Yang Feng let out a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Qing appear, earlier it was too tense and he had forgotten about Xiao Qing's existence. Now taking advantage of Xiao Qing holding off in the front, Yang Feng quickly circulated the Nine Yin Manual and Nine Yang Divine Skill, rapidly absorbing the yang energy and yin energy that permeated the air, replenishing the true energy that was consumed from dodging the Pope's attack earlier.

  At this moment, a tremor occurred underground, and the pit that had just been created by the Saint Beetle being knocked into the ground began to collapse continuously. Then, a series of roars were heard coming from underground, followed by the sight of the Saint Beetle flapping its wings as it emerged from the ground once again. However, this time the Saint Beetle reappeared and had grown many times larger than before - originally only about two tables in size, it was now as large as a room!

  As the Sacred Beetle grew to such enormity, Yang Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath in, for after the Sacred Beetle's latest growth spurt, the energy it contained had increased several fold. The boundless pressure emanating from it began to spread outwards in all directions. Yang Feng started to worry whether Xiao Qing was capable of dealing with this Sacred Beetle, considering that although Xiao Qing appeared larger than the Sacred Beetle, it still hadn't evolved into a Strangle Dragon and remained in its python stage, not having transcended the realm of snakes yet.

  The sacred beetle is a relic passed down through generations of popes, an ancient creature that has lived for thousands of years. It's not something that can be compared to the little green demon, who only has over a thousand years of cultivation. Yang Feng seemed to sense the worry in Little Green's eyes, but despite facing such a powerful sacred beetle, Little Green did not retreat and still stood in front of Yang Feng.

  Yang Feng looked at the huge figure blocking his way, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart. He didn't have much interaction with Xiao Qing, but since they met in the underground cave, Xiao Qing had never left his side, accompanying him through so many things. So, Xiao Qing was one of the few people in this world who could be considered a close relative, aside from his grandfather, Ye Zheng. Their bond had grown very deep, and naturally, he wouldn't stand idly by when the other was in danger!

  So Yang Feng couldn't care about that much anymore, silently reciting the Blood Clan's transformation incantation in his heart. Suddenly, a pair of blood wings appeared behind him, and with a flap of the blood wings, Yang Feng also flew into the sky, arriving beside Xiao Qing's enormous python head. He reached out to stroke Xiao Qing gently. Xiao Qing turned her head to look at Yang Feng, nodded towards him, then became fully alert and focused on the Sacred Armored Insect in front of them.

  The Holy Beetle seemed to have lost interest in Yang Feng at this time, and didn't care about Yang Feng's movements anymore. It stared tightly at Xiao Qing, its body continuously emitting a strong white light, wave after wave of enormous pressure rushing towards Xiao Qing. Xiao Qing endured the spiritual pressure, but did not retreat. Suddenly, it let out a loud roar, releasing a cold air from its mouth to attack the Holy Beetle.

  Xiao Qing's attribute is water. After eating so much ice lotus last time, her ability has made great progress. The cold air she spits out can instantly freeze people, but such cold air has no effect on the holy beetle at all. Although it was the first to take action, there was no effect at all. The cold air had already disappeared into nothingness when it was still one meter away from the holy beetle's body.

  At this time, the sacred dung beetle suddenly opened its mouth and a light ball suddenly protruded from its mouth, brushing against Xiao Qing with a speed so fast that even Yang Feng couldn't see clearly. And because of his huge body, Xiao Qing's speed was not very fast, wanting to dodge naturally didn't succeed, the white ball directly hit Xiao Qing's body.

  Xiao Qing's scales were extremely strong in defense, but when the light ball hit Xiao Qing's body, Xiao Qing's scales became as fragile as a layer of tissue paper and were easily torn open by the light ball. The light ball then drilled into Xiao Qing's body, and the torn scales revealed not only blood and flesh, but also a smell of charred air, with fresh blood flowing out from there.

  While being attacked by the light sphere, Xiao Qing suddenly let out a series of mournful cries, his massive body constantly rolling about, as if enduring immense pain. Yang Feng saw Xiao Qing suffer such heavy injuries and instantly felt boundless anger in his heart, letting out a loud roar, his figure flashing as he charged towards the Pope.

  Yang Feng knew he was no match for the Sacred Beetle, but he saw that the Pope's own strength wasn't particularly powerful, and he was relying on the staff in his hand to manipulate the yang energy between heaven and earth to serve him. As long as his speed was fast enough to capture the Pope, there was still a glimmer of hope for survival.

  The Pope had just seen a helper like Xiaoqing, who was as big as a giant, appear next to Yang Feng, and even knocked the Sacred Beetle to the ground with one blow, which really scared him. However, after seeing the Sacred Beetle get angry, it only took a holy light ball to severely injure Xiaoqing, the giant python, and he felt complacent again, with a smug smile on his face.

  But the Pope did not expect that Yang Feng would actually ignore Xiao Qing's injuries and launch a direct attack on him, which shocked the Pope. He hastily summoned the Sacred Beetle to protect himself, and with a wave of his staff, more than a dozen shields composed of white light suddenly appeared around him, enveloping his entire body.

  Just as the Pope was about to do all this, Yang Feng's fist suddenly appeared and slammed onto the Holy Light Shield on the Pope's chest. With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the Holy Light Shield shattered. Yang Feng's fist pierced through the Holy Light Shield and pressed directly onto the Pope's chest, and then saw the Pope fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

  As expected, the Pope's personal strength was not particularly powerful, but the power of the sacred artifacts that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Vatican was too great, making the Pope seem almost invincible. However, Yang Feng's angry punch earlier was too powerful, and since the Pope was caught off guard and lost the initiative, he was easily defeated by Yang Feng, who sent him crashing to the ground with a single blow.

  Yang Feng saw that after one successful strike, he also flew towards the ground with the Pope's shadow, following closely behind the Vatican like a shadow. Although the Pope was severely injured from the previous strike, it did not harm his vital organs. When he fell to the ground, he only spat out a mouthful of blood.

  This situation made Yang Feng secretly surprised in his heart, you know that the punch he had just thrown contained the power of the Seven Injuries Fist, and with this punch, it could completely destroy a person's five internal organs, but unexpectedly, the Pope only spat out a mouthful of blood and was fine. This shows that the Pope's own strength is also not to be underestimated, so Yang Feng was even more careful when attacking!

  As expected, Yang Feng's guess was not wrong. Although the Pope was caught off guard by Yang Feng's sudden attack and fell to the ground, when he launched the Nine Yin White Bone Claw at the Pope, he couldn't even touch the Pope's body. Even when Yang Feng used his full strength to unleash the Spiral Nine Shadows, he still couldn't hit the Pope.

  The Pope's movements were quite strange, seemingly moving to the right with his steps, but when Yang Feng attacked from the right, the Pope suddenly appeared on the left. The moves he made were also very strange, yet they seemed somewhat familiar to Yang Feng, so he quickly searched through his mind.

  Yang Feng soon found out why the Pope's moves and techniques seemed familiar to him, because the Pope was actually using the techniques from the Ming Cult's Sacred Fire Order! Yang Feng had seen these techniques on the animal skin left behind by Zhang Wuji, but at that time he didn't pay much attention to it because it was too strange. He just browsed through it briefly and forgot about it.

  But why would the Pope know the moves of the Ming Cult's Sacred Fire Order?! What is the relationship between the Vatican and the Ming Cult?! These doubts appeared in Yang Feng's mind. But now is not the time to investigate these matters, his top priority now is to think of every possible way to capture the Pope, so that he can have a chance to survive and rescue Xiao Qing who was seriously injured.

  Now that Yang Feng knew the Pope's moves and techniques, he quickly recalled those moves in his mind, then used them to break through the Pope's moves, instantly turning from being at a disadvantage to having the upper hand.