The Snail Princess and Her Benefactor

Chapter 242 Return to Jinghe

Hua Chao heard the thousand-year-old Yin-Yang fox spirit mention the incident on the banks of the Jing River again.

It was this hateful thousand-year-old fox spirit that wanted to suck the yang energy of living people.

He used his magic power to knock Yang Shilin unconscious, and made him as stupid as a child.

If it weren't for him, how could Yang Shilin become such a fool and how could he steal the "Qiankun Tower" of the nine-headed snake monster.

How could Yang Shilin be forced to leave Jinghe River, and why should he travel thousands of miles to escape to the West Sea?

All of this was caused by the thousand-year-old Yin-Yang fox spirit, which had caused him and Yang Shilin to become what they are now.

Otherwise, Yang Shilin might still be making a living on the banks of the Jing River, and she would still be the happy little princess who sneaked to the shore every day to watch the world.

The more Hua Chao thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but feel anger boiling in her heart. She clenched her fists, making a "cluck...cluck..." sound.

She turned her head and looked directly at the thousand-year-old yin-yang fox spirit standing beside her. He was still smiling coquettishly, looking at her with curved eyebrows.

"You old devil, you are so shameless, get out of here..."

As Hua Chao spoke, a powerful ice-blue spiritual power rushed out from his fingertips.

Like a fierce blue firework, it pounced straight at the fox demon that had jumped several feet away.

The ice-blue fireworks moved as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye they were already close to the thousand-year-old fox demon. Suddenly, a phantom appeared right in front of the fireworks.

A giant dragon with a bloody mouth opened, spewing out streams of ice-blue spiritual power.

Pouncing towards the thousand-year-old Yin-Yang fox demon that was still retreating.

The fox demon saw that things were not going well and knew that Hua Chao had been ruthless this time and would never let him off easily again.

Then the old fox suddenly transformed into a black and purple smoke and rushed straight into the dark night sky.

The speed was so fast that he didn’t have time to summon his little demons.

A gloomy and hoarse voice floated from a distance.

"Hahaha...Sixth Princess is quite jealous! This prince likes your jealousy. Don't worry! It's my sister who likes Yang Shilin, not me! The one in my heart has always been Princess Huachao! I will never change my mind!"

Hua Chao exerted force with both hands at the same time, and powerful ice-blue spiritual power surged out. Waves of spiritual power hit the drifting black and purple smoke like waves.

Seeing this, the little demons didn't dare to stay in the Shelong Village any longer. If they stayed in this small courtyard,

Once that powerful spiritual energy turns, there is no chance for these little monsters to survive!

A group of little demons moved their bodies and fled quickly in black mist, fearing that they would run too slowly and be left behind to become scapegoats.

In the blink of an eye, the yard became empty, and not a single evil spirit was to be seen.

Only Hua Chao and Ling Mi were left, sitting on the back of the crystal-thorn pterosaur. Huo Ling'er, who was sandwiched in the middle, looked at the escaping black smoke with some curiosity.

"Godmother...don't be angry, that old monster is gone!"

Huo Linger patted Hua Chao's arm with her little hand, a worried look on her little face.

"Sister... this old demon said those words on purpose to irritate you. Don't get angry anymore. Let's get on the road quickly! Otherwise, we may not be able to catch up to Jing River in time!"

Hua Chao put down his hands which were still shaking slightly. He was really pissed off by that old evil spirit just now and was about to go crazy.

It’s just that the thousand-year-old monster was too cunning and couldn’t hurt him.

But I still have to go to Jing River tonight and fight the thousand-year-old Yin-Yang Demon. It might be too late to save people.

The nine-headed snake demon is cruel by nature. It captured Maomao in order to seize his spiritual consciousness.

If it had been a little later, the demon king might have really thrown Maomao into the "Qiankun Tower", and she would have been left alone as a fairy who had just developed spiritual power.

How can we find another way to rescue Maomao?

"Hmm... OK... Then let's get going. With the spiritual power of the Crystal Thorn Pterosaur, it will only take a blink of an eye to reach Jing River."

Hua Chao patted the pterosaur's back and spoke softly.

"Crystal Thorn Pterosaur... go to Jing River..."

“Swish…swish…”

The Crystal Pterosaur flapped its huge wings gently, and crystal clear rays of light streaked across the sky above the Shelong Village.

It was like gorgeous meteors streaking across the night sky.

The pterosaur hovered steadily above the courtyard, and suddenly its huge body rushed into the night sky.

The speed was so fast that only a tiny bright spot could be seen in the blink of an eye. The bright spot became smaller and smaller and disappeared into the pitch-black night.

The desolate little village looks even more desolate under the dark night sky.

On the tall branches, a few yellow leaves were swaying in the cold wind.

The cold night wind blew by, beating the few leaves that still clung to the branches.

I wanted to blow it down from the high tree branch.

But that is the place where the withered yellow leaves want to stay all their lives.

This is the place it has wrapped with all its tenderness, how could it leave at will?

"Whoosh..."

A chill wind blew like a knife at the crumbling leaves.

Finally, the leaf could no longer hold on and was torn off the branch that it had loved all its life.

Reluctant to leave, they fluttered in the wind and slowly fell, leaving only a few lonely leaves on the whole tree.

It swirled and circled slowly and landed on the dilapidated wooden bed in the small wooden house.

Suddenly, a ghostly light flashed outside the wooden house, and in a flash, two men with ethereal looks, one old and one young, stood in front of the wooden house.

The young man was even more handsome, tall and thin, wearing a green robe embroidered with golden dragons.

His face was as angular as a sculpture, with a pair of deep black eyes that shone with an unfathomable light. He was extremely handsome, yet exuded a hint of mysterious charm.

With a slight lift of her slender legs, she stepped into the messy courtyard.

The elder with flowing white beard behind him stroked his beard gently, followed the young man closely and entered the courtyard.

"Shelong River God, are you talking about this place? How could we suffer such a disastrous defeat?"

The old man bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Third Prince, it is indeed here! After I sent them here, I went to the mansion to wait for your arrival. I will not make a mistake at such a close distance!"

The Third Prince of the West Sea didn't even turn his head, but looked around with his bright eyes.

I saw that the roof of the small wooden house was gone and the incomplete walls were leaning to one side or the other.

The small courtyard was covered in blood, and it was obvious that a great battle had just taken place.

It is obvious at first glance that this battlefield has not been the site of a fight between mortals. Such a brutal battle must have been caused by a fierce battle with a powerful demon.

"Hua Chao...Spiritual honey..."

The Third Prince's voice was already trembling, and he rushed into the cabin.

When I entered the cabin, I found that the tables, chairs and benches were all tilted and it was impossible to see anything in the dark room.

"Flower Festival...Flower Festival..."

The Third Prince waved his finger, and a night-shining pearl appeared, floating high in the hut. Instantly, the hut was illuminated as bright as day.

The small room was still silent, without a single sound responding to the anxious Third Prince of the West Sea.