Chapter 138 Desperate Situation

Qiao Yu picked up the healing potion Gan Fofu had dropped from the ground, a mist rising in his eyes.

The bottle was filled with a medicinal liquid, a strange, translucent green, like a piece of flowing jade quietly resting inside.

"Thank you, Dean."

Qiao Yu opened the bottle, and the scent of the liquid alone cleared his mind.

Without any hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicinal liquid immediately took effect once it entered his body, constantly repairing the injuries within Qiao Yu.

However, his injuries were too severe, and even with Gan Fofu's potion, only seventy percent of the damage to Qiao Yu's body was ultimately repaired.

But that was already enough; it meant that his combat strength had recovered at least seventy to eighty percent.

The medicinal liquid sent by Gan Fofu was like sending a bottle of water to a person dying of thirst in the desert, allowing Qiao Yu to regain his vitality.

Having recovered, Qiao Yu rushed into the range of the God Mountain in a few flashes.

Only after Qiao Yu left did Gan Fofu's figure reappear.

"Sigh..."

Gan Fofu sighed faintly; he was truly unwilling to strike a fatal blow against his former student.

But if Qiao Yu were killed by someone else, he would definitely not take action to save him. Letting Qiao Yu go was already his bottom line.

However, one wave subsides only for another to rise. Qiao Yu, carrying An Liya into the God Mountain, immediately encountered trouble again.

The Eighth Elder, holding a large axe, stared at Qiao Yu with a sneer.

Enemies meeting are especially filled with animosity.

At the peak of the God Mountain, Qiao Yu had almost died at the hands of the Eighth Elder, and the Eighth Elder had also lost face because Qiao Yu escaped.

"I really didn't expect that you could actually break through to here!" A trace of shock flashed in the Eighth Elder's eyes.

How much time had passed since the wedding snatching at the peak of the God Mountain?

At that time, Qiao Yu had to go all out and use all his trump cards to kill Xing Chaoge, a Sovereign-stage cultivator. Facing his giant axe, he could only flee in a panic like a rat crossing the street.

But how long had it been? This kid had the strength to face a Saint-stage cultivator directly.

Such a terrifying rate of growth made the Eighth Elder's heart tense.

"I've noticed that people from your God Mountain always talk so much nonsense before fighting? Get out of the way! I want to take An Liya to the God Mountain to save her!"

Qiao Yu shouted angrily because he noticed that An Liya's breathing in his arms was already extremely weak, and she looked like she was about to die.

He had no time to waste here anymore.

"Hmph! Go to the God Mountain? Is she worthy? She, An Liya, is just a sinner of my God Mountain!"

The Eighth Elder obviously saw An Liya's weakness, but he was unmoved. His old face was full of indifference.

"Wasn't An Liya raised by you elders together? Do you old men really have no feelings at all?" Qiao Yu frowned and questioned.

"Raised?" The Eighth Elder sneered. "She has always been just a qualified Goddess to us."

"Now that she is disobedient, she is useless." The Eighth Elder's face was extremely indifferent, and the way he looked at An Liya was like he was looking at a stone.

"Hehe... useless..."

Qiao Yu smiled coldly, then raised his eyes to stare at the Eighth Elder, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The Eighth Elder was so frightened that he couldn't help but take half a step back, and then, after realizing what happened, his face was full of shame and anger!

He was the Eighth Elder of the God Mountain, and he was actually scared back by a look. How could he continue to survive if word got out?

However, Qiao Yu's eyes could really kill people!

"Netherworld Fire: Locked-Head Edition!"

A jet-black flame rushed out from the Ghost Eye and enveloped the Eighth Elder directly, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from Qiao Yu's eyes.

The Eighth Elder screamed as he was burned, and Qiao Yu turned around and left, carrying An Liya.

He didn't have that much time to waste with the Eighth Elder anymore.

Qiao Yu carried An Liya straight into the sky, flying towards the Fallen God Pit.

Now he was less than five hundred meters away from the Fallen God Pit. As long as he rushed into the Fallen God Pit, the Western Alliance would no longer be able to stop him.

After all, although the chang (a type of monstrous spirit) wouldn't attack Qiao Yu, they were not vegetarians when facing other people.

Five hundred meters!

Three hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

Ten meters!

Just when Qiao Yu thought there would be no more accidents, the surrounding space suddenly solidified!

The space seemed to become solid, making it difficult for Qiao Yu to move an inch.

Qiao Yu's eyes were about to split open. At this time, he was only a little distance away from the Fallen God Pit! As long as he had one more second, no, half a second, he could rush into the Fallen God Pit!

The First Elder, with a cold face, revealed his figure from the sky.

"Last time you took An Liya out of the God Mountain, I've always been curious how you escaped from under the noses of so many Saint-stage cultivators."

"This time, you're taking An Liya to the Fallen God Pit again. It seems you know the secret of this Fallen God Pit!"

A flash of light flashed in the First Elder's eyes, but it couldn't hide the greed in his eyes.

Their God Mountain had not been able to figure out what was going on with this Fallen God Pit for several generations, but they believed that with so many chang guarding it, it must be a huge secret.

"Boy, how about we make a deal?" The First Elder looked at Qiao Yu calmly. "You tell me the secret of the Fallen God Pit, and I'll let you leave safely, how about that?"

"No need, I have trypophobia; I'm afraid of people with too many schemes."

Qiao Yu ignored the First Elder, but instead held An Liya with his right hand, and slowly clenched his other fist, while activating the Youming Rakshasa Body (Netherworld Rakshasa Body).

An Liya's aura was already extremely weak at this time, and Qiao Yu was afraid that if he put her into the undead space, she would just die.

Making a deal with the First Elder was no different from seeking skin from a tiger.

No wonder this group of old men was called lunatics by Professor Shen; they had lost the most basic human emotions.

They could be so indifferent to An Liya, who they raised, let alone him.

Qiao Yu was sure that as long as he revealed the secret of the Fallen God Pit, the First Elder would definitely kill him without hesitation.

This old guy was full of schemes except for his ass.

"Break it for me!"

Qiao Yu suddenly punched the nothingness in front of him, and the surrounding space made a sound like a mirror breaking, and then it exploded with a bang.

Just as Qiao Yu wanted to continue moving forward, the First Elder raised his hand and pressed down, and the surrounding space solidified again.

"It's useless, you can't break through my spatial seal at all."

"If you delay any longer, An Liya might really die. Are you really not considering telling me the secret of the Fallen God Pit?"

The First Elder narrowed his eyes slightly, and at this time, he actually threatened Qiao Yu with An Liya's life.

You must know that An Liya was also a Goddess who grew up in the God Mountain.

Two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of An Liya's eyes. Although she was in a coma because of the Annihilation Soul Curse, she could still receive external information at this time.

Hearing the First Elder, whom she had respected and loved since she was a child, say such words, An Liya's heart couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable.

Qiao Yu ignored the First Elder, but frantically waved his left fist, constantly smashing the space in front of him.

His right hand was severely damaged because of using the Youming Kaitian Fist (Netherworld Heaven-Opening Fist), and even with Gan Fofu's potion, his right hand could not recover.

The space that Qiao Yu smashed was constantly being restored by the First Elder's power.

This short distance of less than ten meters was as difficult to cross as a natural moat.