“Oh no, my martial uncle has woken up!” Chu Xin exclaimed anxiously.
“Doesn’t that mean…” Jiang Yizheng’s words were cut off as suddenly another person appeared in the already crowded vine ball. Five adults and one child were squeezed tightly together, and Ning Xiu’s crying could be heard.
“What’s going on?” Chu Sun opened his eyes to find himself twisted and squeezed onto the vines, all his wounds aching, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Previously, Chu Sun had been unconscious and carried by Chu Xin, his consciousness also falling into a deep sleep. Naturally, he wasn’t pulled into this bizarre illusion by Yan Lanpei. Who knew that as soon as he woke up, he would be trapped in the vine ball.
“It’s too complicated to explain right now!” Chu Xin shouted, “Martial Uncle, do you have a way to break this vine ball?”
“I’ll try.” Chu Sun said, preparing to use his spiritual power.
“Wait! You can’t use too much spiritual power, if it exceeds the Qi Refining Stage, you will explode and die!” Jiang Yizheng, with her back against the vine ball and her feet firmly bracing against the opposite side, quickly stopped Chu Sun who was about to use his magic tool, “They said there’s some kind of array within an array here!”
“Soul Devouring Array!” Feng Zizhang, bending his waist like a shrimp, his face red from exertion, “They said it was created by Ning Buwei’s grandson…”
Ning Buwei, who had just opened his eyes: “……”
Ning Xiu’s throat was almost hoarse from crying, being squeezed among a group of adults. Ning Buwei lifted his arm to protect him in his arms, casually pinching a small lantern and stuffing it into his little hand.
Ning Xiu, with tearful eyes, sobbed once, threw the small lantern at Ning Buwei’s chest, crying angrily, but not as forcefully as before, obviously feeling wronged.
Ning Buwei patted his back to soothe him.
“Senior, you’re finally back!” Feng Zizhang almost cried with joy when he found him back.
“What’s wrong?” Ning Buwei didn’t bother to talk to him.
“The ball is constantly shrinking—” Feng Zizhang answered through gritted teeth while exerting force, “And there are groups of cultivators outside trying to snatch the child!”
As soon as Feng Zizhang finished speaking, the ground suddenly began to shake violently. The cries of the cultivators outside came in, “Oh no, this illusion is about to collapse! Hurry up and leave! Otherwise, our consciousness will be annihilated with the illusion!”
“But the child—” someone said unwillingly.
“Survival is paramount!” someone shouted loudly, “Go!”
The ground shook more and more violently. Chu Sun was still suppressing his cultivation base trying to break open this vine ball. Ning Buwei put Ning Xiu into his front, made a hand seal, and the vine ball that was constantly shrinking suddenly stopped moving, and even obediently retreated.
The others were dumbfounded.
“Everyone, save yourselves.” Ning Buwei said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to leave with Ning Xiu. Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, before Jiang Yizheng and the others could react, a huge vine suddenly sprang up from the ground, blocking their way.
The vines scattered, and Yan Lanpei stepped down on the vines, his movements elegant and smooth. He landed in front of several people, and the illusion behind them that had been constantly collapsing also stopped.
“Sure enough, it’s you.” Yan Lanpei smiled at Ning Buwei, “Chengfeng, long time no see.”
The expressions on the faces of Feng Zizhang, Jiang Yizheng, and others changed from dumbfounded to shocked. Their senior actually knew this demon vine!?
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Ning Buwei’s gaze at him was not friendly.
“It’s impossible to mistake, the Jie Long Seal, he only taught one person.” Yan Lanpei’s face was full of undisguised happiness, “Back then, I hadn’t transformed yet, it’s normal that you don’t know me, but you must recognize this vine—”
“I don’t recognize it.” Ning Buwei interrupted him expressionlessly.
The smile on Yan Lanpei’s face slowly faded. He looked at Ning Xiu in his arms and said, “I know you have grievances in your heart, but what happened back then was definitely not Xingyuan’s doing. And this child in your arms…”
“I was wondering why you ran away in such a hurry, so you were here!” A furious shout came from the sky, and then several streaks of light flew over and landed opposite them.
It was Lu Nan, or should it be said, His Holiness Dulu and Mei Luoxue.
Before long, Zen Master Bai Yu and Qing Yan hurriedly brought the other cultivators in the illusion.
“This demon has been hiding in the illusion all the time, this time we absolutely can’t let it escape again!” Dulu shouted loudly, “Only by killing this demon can we get out of the illusion!”
“That’s right! And the person next to him is of unknown origin, maybe he’s in the same group as that demon!” Mei Luoxue stared closely at Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s arms, “That child is the eye of the formation, kill that child, and our cultivation base will no longer be suppressed!”
“Is there some misunderstanding?” At this time, Chu Sun stepped forward and said, “I am Chu Sun of the Wushi Sect. I was previously saved by this friend Li Chengfeng—”
“When did you pop out? How come I didn’t see you before?” someone asked rudely.
“Maybe it’s the demon’s blinding technique!” someone shouted, “Kill him!”
These cultivators were very unreasonable. In their excitement, they disregarded Yan Lanpei’s threat and rushed up.
“Dulu, you still only know these low-level techniques to confuse people!” Yan Lanpei said loudly, “Today is the day you’ll die!”
“A mere demon dares to speak wildly!” Dulu sneered, waved his sleeve, and the cultivators who were originally going to attack Chu Sun suddenly changed direction and rushed straight at Yan Lanpei like they didn’t want to live.
Countless vines in the air gnashed their teeth and pierced the hearts of the invaders. In an instant, their consciousness was extinguished, but the group of cultivators, as if they didn’t know what fear was, rushed crazily towards Yan Lanpei.
Dulu was still sneering, “Ning Xingyuan hates killing innocents the most, doesn’t he? If he knows what’s happening, I wonder if he will commit suicide again to apologize?”
“Dulu!” Yan Lanpei’s eyes suddenly turned blood red, countless vines rushed straight at Dulu, numerous illusion arrays exploded in the air, layer upon layer, bursting out with strong light, and the momentum was huge, pressing down on Dulu.
Just as he was about to press down, a Buddhist monk’s staff and a folding fan suddenly inserted in front of Dulu. Zen Master Bai Yu and Qing Yan jumped up, the Buddhist monk’s staff roared, the folding fan turned into countless flowers and wrapped the illusionary array, Sanskrit imprints rose to the sky, and the strong vines were forcibly uprooted from the ground.
Yan Lanpei was greatly shocked, staggered a few steps in the air, made a hand seal, and the entwined vines instantly turned into a huge dragon, carrying a chilling killing intent to shake off the staff, the semi-transparent flower bud suddenly exploded, piercing the folding fan, driving Qing Yan and Bai Yu, who were already completely controlled by Dulu, into a shattered illusion.
“You really planted the Heart Confusion Seed in the cultivators in the city a long time ago!” Yan Lanpei gritted his teeth, “The peach tree by the Endless River is not a longevity technique at all!”
“Hahahaha!” Dulu laughed loudly, “You know too late, it’s not a longevity technique, but a Heart Confusion Longevity Technique! As long as the people in the city stay for eighteen days, they will be completely controlled by me. The elder you killed was just a scapegoat. I have to thank you for sealing Linjiang City for so many days, allowing me to control most of the cultivators—”
“It’s a pity that the first batch of peach blossoms were destroyed by you, otherwise they would be completely used by me!” Dulu proudly said, “Before you learn Ning Xingyuan’s act of upholding justice in the world on behalf of the heaven, why don’t you think about how miserably that fool died?”
The smile on his face hadn’t had time to fade, a sharp broken blade piece came swiftly, he didn’t have time to dodge for a moment, and his lips were cut open by the sharp blade.
Dulu was immediately in great pain and looked at Ning Buwei below with a murderous look, “You dare to sneak attack!?”
The Suzaku broken blade returned to Ning Buwei’s hand, he slightly raised his chin, a proud and mocking smile appeared on his face, “You dog is so foul-mouthed, barking annoys people.”
His words accurately stepped on Dulu’s sore foot, the person in the air turned pale and then green, “Mei Luoxue! Kill him!”
Mei Luoxue, who was originally besieging Chu Xin and others, immediately turned her spearhead to kill Ning Buwei.
Ning Buwei plundered a lot of spiritual power from that old thing’s sea of consciousness, and faced Mei Luoxue without fear. He casually snatched a sword from the cultivator next to him, swung the sword, and the vast and pure scarlet spiritual power wrapped around the sharp blade. The gale spun around him as the center, and the entire illusion began to shake.
“Senior…” Jiang Yizheng was holding a sword to resist the opponent’s attack. Everyone was in the Qi Refining Stage, she wasn’t afraid, but when she looked at Ning Buwei, the expression on her face instantly froze.
“Senior is really hiding his strength!” Chu Xin exclaimed.
The gale that rushed into the sky turned into a substantial blade, directly facing the Snowfall Lamp that Mei Luoxue sacrificed. The moment of contact suddenly erupted with a roar, sweeping the cultivators in the melee into the two’s battlefield.
Ning Buwei did not bore stiffly with Mei Luoxue, but took the opportunity to collect the sword and turned around to step on the vine. Mei Luoxue chased after him relentlessly.
The strong light of the Snowfall Lamp turned into countless sharp arrows and rushed straight to Ning Buwei’s back!
Ning Buwei stomped his foot, stepped on the vine and turned over, swung the sword, the sword intent was like a substance, rolling those sharp arrows, and then the sword intent and wind carried the sharp arrows straight towards the Snowfall Lamp.
Mei Luoxue’s face changed drastically, but obviously it was too late to dodge. The Snowfall Lamp, with a crack, turned into countless fragments. However, before she had time to grieve for her natal magic weapon, a long sword swiftly passed through the dust of the fragments and rushed straight to her Dantian.
“Master save me!” Mei Luoxue panicked for a moment, and shouted loudly to Dulu in the sky.
In his haste, Dulu threw a cultivator next to him straight down. Mei Luoxue grabbed the cultivator and blocked him in front of her. Taking advantage of the moment when the sword entered the flesh, she flew up. The unlucky cultivator was pierced through the heart by a sword and nailed to the tree.
Mei Luoxue was resentful in her heart, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across her beautiful face, she stared at Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s arms, while Ning Buwei was entangled by others, she went around behind Ning Buwei, turned her palm into a claw and went straight to Ning Buwei’s heart.
Ning Buwei turned around and grabbed her wrist. Mei Luoxue did not hesitate to grab Ning Xiu in his arms, but her movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.
“Ugh—” Mei Luoxue looked down in horror.
A flash of crimson passed through Ning Buwei’s eyes, blood flowed down his wrist, and he crushed her heart with one hand. The warm blood splashed on his face, carrying a nauseating stench.
“Ah~” Ning Xiu’s face was pressed against his chest, hearing the noise and wanting to turn his head to look, but was pressed back by Ning Buwei’s two fingers.
Mei Luoxue instantly turned into flying ash and was annihilated in the illusion.
“Luoxue!” Dulu, who had just seen this scene, cried out in pain, but was pierced in the shoulder by Yan Lanpei’s vine.
Ning Buwei shook off the blood on his hand, kicked up a sword from the ground and held it in one hand, turned around and looked at a group of cultivators who were eager to move, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, “Come, all together.”
Ning Buwei’s moves were tricky and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to figure out. In a short while, the surroundings were filled with blood, leaving only the miserable screams.
As they fought, Jiang Yizheng and a few others who gradually found that people had been killed by Ning Buwei: “…..”
Feng Zizhang felt a chill on his back, and his hand holding the sword was a little shaky, “Senior, you’re really powerful.”
So powerful that it was a bit evil.
But he didn’t dare to say it, fearing that he would be the next one to die.
Chu Xin was excited to go up and help, but was pulled back by Chu Sun with a serious expression.
“Martial Uncle?” Chu Xin turned his head in confusion to look at Chu Sun.
Chu Sun was not like them, a naive young man who had just started out. He quickly saw something wrong from Ning Buwei’s moves, but the other party was their lifesaver after all, so it was not good to say it clearly, and just said, “Fellow Cultivator Li can handle it.”
Ning Buwei’s robe was soaked with blood, the smile on his face became more and more undisguised, the joy that rose from the bottom of his heart made the crimson in his eyes more intense, the Soul Devouring Array he left in the illusion and the Suzaku sword fragments in his arms hummed, countless resentful ghosts were eager to move, and the howling sound was getting closer and closer to him.
“Ah~” The milky voice sounded from his heart, passing through the agitated heart and the blood entangled with evil thoughts, passing through the mournful and sharp screams of the resentful ghosts, and fell into his ears.
The great demon with a high killing intent stiffened for a moment, mechanically lowered his head to look at the front.
Only a small hand was exposed, grabbing his hanging snow-blue hair tie, and tugged it again.
That white and tender little hand and the snow-blue hair tie were splashed with a few drops of blood.
Ning Buwei stood there, the ferocious and crazy smile on his face slightly faded, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Ning Xiu’s hand, but forgot that there was more blood on his own hand.
A glaring blood print was left on the white and tender little hand.
The smile on Ning Buwei’s face completely disappeared, his face darkened and his eyebrows furrowed, impatiently wiping Ning Xiu again.
For some reason, seeing him like this, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Dulu’s mad laughter echoed throughout the illusion. “Let you see what is the real Heart Confusion Seed!”
A burst of vine explosion suddenly came from the sky, accompanied by Yan Lanpei’s angry voice. “Chengfeng, dodge quickly!”
Upon hearing this, Ning Buwei quickly retreated, Chu Sun pulled Chu Xin and a few others also quickly avoided, unexpectedly the sky full of petals followed like a shadow, completely engulfing them.
The front was a blur, Ning Buwei subconsciously hugged Ning Xiu in his arms. Who knew that his arms suddenly became empty, the warmth pressing against his chest suddenly disappeared. Ning Buwei urged the Suzaku sword fragments to shatter the petals in front of him, looked forward with a murderous look, but his expression froze on his face.
“Chengfeng, come and sit.”
“Oh no, my martial uncle has woken up!” Chu Xin exclaimed anxiously.
“Doesn’t that mean…” Jiang Yizheng’s words were cut off as suddenly another person appeared in the already crowded vine ball. Five adults and one child were squeezed tightly together, and Ning Xiu’s crying could be heard.
“What’s going on?” Chu Sun opened his eyes to find himself twisted and squeezed onto the vines, all his wounds aching, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Previously, Chu Sun had been unconscious and carried by Chu Xin, his consciousness also falling into a deep sleep. Naturally, he wasn’t pulled into this bizarre illusion by Yan Lanpei. Who knew that as soon as he woke up, he would be trapped in the vine ball.
“It’s too complicated to explain right now!” Chu Xin shouted, “Martial Uncle, do you have a way to break this vine ball?”
“I’ll try.” Chu Sun said, preparing to use his spiritual power.
“Wait! You can’t use too much spiritual power, if it exceeds the Qi Refining Stage, you will explode and die!” Jiang Yizheng, with her back against the vine ball and her feet firmly bracing against the opposite side, quickly stopped Chu Sun who was about to use his magic tool, “They said there’s some kind of array within an array here!”
“Soul Devouring Array!” Feng Zizhang, bending his waist like a shrimp, his face red from exertion, “They said it was created by Ning Buwei’s grandson…”
Ning Buwei, who had just opened his eyes: “……”
Ning Xiu’s throat was almost hoarse from crying, being squeezed among a group of adults. Ning Buwei lifted his arm to protect him in his arms, casually pinching a small lantern and stuffing it into his little hand.
Ning Xiu, with tearful eyes, sobbed once, threw the small lantern at Ning Buwei’s chest, crying angrily, but not as forcefully as before, obviously feeling wronged.
Ning Buwei patted his back to soothe him.
“Senior, you’re finally back!” Feng Zizhang almost cried with joy when he found him back.
“What’s wrong?” Ning Buwei didn’t bother to talk to him.
“The ball is constantly shrinking—” Feng Zizhang answered through gritted teeth while exerting force, “And there are groups of cultivators outside trying to snatch the child!”
As soon as Feng Zizhang finished speaking, the ground suddenly began to shake violently. The cries of the cultivators outside came in, “Oh no, this illusion is about to collapse! Hurry up and leave! Otherwise, our consciousness will be annihilated with the illusion!”
“But the child—” someone said unwillingly.
“Survival is paramount!” someone shouted loudly, “Go!”
The ground shook more and more violently. Chu Sun was still suppressing his cultivation base trying to break open this vine ball. Ning Buwei put Ning Xiu into his front, made a hand seal, and the vine ball that was constantly shrinking suddenly stopped moving, and even obediently retreated.
The others were dumbfounded.
“Everyone, save yourselves.” Ning Buwei said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to leave with Ning Xiu. Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, before Jiang Yizheng and the others could react, a huge vine suddenly sprang up from the ground, blocking their way.
The vines scattered, and Yan Lanpei stepped down on the vines, his movements elegant and smooth. He landed in front of several people, and the illusion behind them that had been constantly collapsing also stopped.
“Sure enough, it’s you.” Yan Lanpei smiled at Ning Buwei, “Chengfeng, long time no see.”
The expressions on the faces of Feng Zizhang, Jiang Yizheng, and others changed from dumbfounded to shocked. Their senior actually knew this demon vine!?
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Ning Buwei’s gaze at him was not friendly.
“It’s impossible to mistake, the Jie Long Seal, he only taught one person.” Yan Lanpei’s face was full of undisguised happiness, “Back then, I hadn’t transformed yet, it’s normal that you don’t know me, but you must recognize this vine—”
“I don’t recognize it.” Ning Buwei interrupted him expressionlessly.
The smile on Yan Lanpei’s face slowly faded. He looked at Ning Xiu in his arms and said, “I know you have grievances in your heart, but what happened back then was definitely not Xingyuan’s doing. And this child in your arms…”
“I was wondering why you ran away in such a hurry, so you were here!” A furious shout came from the sky, and then several streaks of light flew over and landed opposite them.
It was Lu Nan, or should it be said, His Holiness Dulu and Mei Luoxue.
Before long, Zen Master Bai Yu and Qing Yan hurriedly brought the other cultivators in the illusion.
“This demon has been hiding in the illusion all the time, this time we absolutely can’t let it escape again!” Dulu shouted loudly, “Only by killing this demon can we get out of the illusion!”
“That’s right! And the person next to him is of unknown origin, maybe he’s in the same group as that demon!” Mei Luoxue stared closely at Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s arms, “That child is the eye of the formation, kill that child, and our cultivation base will no longer be suppressed!”
“Is there some misunderstanding?” At this time, Chu Sun stepped forward and said, “I am Chu Sun of the Wushi Sect. I was previously saved by this friend Li Chengfeng—”
“When did you pop out? How come I didn’t see you before?” someone asked rudely.
“Maybe it’s the demon’s blinding technique!” someone shouted, “Kill him!”
These cultivators were very unreasonable. In their excitement, they disregarded Yan Lanpei’s threat and rushed up.
“Dulu, you still only know these low-level techniques to confuse people!” Yan Lanpei said loudly, “Today is the day you’ll die!”
“A mere demon dares to speak wildly!” Dulu sneered, waved his sleeve, and the cultivators who were originally going to attack Chu Sun suddenly changed direction and rushed straight at Yan Lanpei like they didn’t want to live.
Countless vines in the air gnashed their teeth and pierced the hearts of the invaders. In an instant, their consciousness was extinguished, but the group of cultivators, as if they didn’t know what fear was, rushed crazily towards Yan Lanpei.
Dulu was still sneering, “Ning Xingyuan hates killing innocents the most, doesn’t he? If he knows what’s happening, I wonder if he will commit suicide again to apologize?”
“Dulu!” Yan Lanpei’s eyes suddenly turned blood red, countless vines rushed straight at Dulu, numerous illusion arrays exploded in the air, layer upon layer, bursting out with strong light, and the momentum was huge, pressing down on Dulu.
Just as he was about to press down, a Buddhist monk’s staff and a folding fan suddenly inserted in front of Dulu. Zen Master Bai Yu and Qing Yan jumped up, the Buddhist monk’s staff roared, the folding fan turned into countless flowers and wrapped the illusionary array, Sanskrit imprints rose to the sky, and the strong vines were forcibly uprooted from the ground.
Yan Lanpei was greatly shocked, staggered a few steps in the air, made a hand seal, and the entwined vines instantly turned into a huge dragon, carrying a chilling killing intent to shake off the staff, the semi-transparent flower bud suddenly exploded, piercing the folding fan, driving Qing Yan and Bai Yu, who were already completely controlled by Dulu, into a shattered illusion.
“You really planted the Heart Confusion Seed in the cultivators in the city a long time ago!” Yan Lanpei gritted his teeth, “The peach tree by the Endless River is not a longevity technique at all!”
“Hahahaha!” Dulu laughed loudly, “You know too late, it’s not a longevity technique, but a Heart Confusion Longevity Technique! As long as the people in the city stay for eighteen days, they will be completely controlled by me. The elder you killed was just a scapegoat. I have to thank you for sealing Linjiang City for so many days, allowing me to control most of the cultivators—”
“It’s a pity that the first batch of peach blossoms were destroyed by you, otherwise they would be completely used by me!” Dulu proudly said, “Before you learn Ning Xingyuan’s act of upholding justice in the world on behalf of the heaven, why don’t you think about how miserably that fool died?”
The smile on his face hadn’t had time to fade, a sharp broken blade piece came swiftly, he didn’t have time to dodge for a moment, and his lips were cut open by the sharp blade.
Dulu was immediately in great pain and looked at Ning Buwei below with a murderous look, “You dare to sneak attack!?”
The Suzaku broken blade returned to Ning Buwei’s hand, he slightly raised his chin, a proud and mocking smile appeared on his face, “You dog is so foul-mouthed, barking annoys people.”
His words accurately stepped on Dulu’s sore foot, the person in the air turned pale and then green, “Mei Luoxue! Kill him!”
Mei Luoxue, who was originally besieging Chu Xin and others, immediately turned her spearhead to kill Ning Buwei.
Ning Buwei plundered a lot of spiritual power from that old thing’s sea of consciousness, and faced Mei Luoxue without fear. He casually snatched a sword from the cultivator next to him, swung the sword, and the vast and pure scarlet spiritual power wrapped around the sharp blade. The gale spun around him as the center, and the entire illusion began to shake.
“Senior…” Jiang Yizheng was holding a sword to resist the opponent’s attack. Everyone was in the Qi Refining Stage, she wasn’t afraid, but when she looked at Ning Buwei, the expression on her face instantly froze.
“Senior is really hiding his strength!” Chu Xin exclaimed.
The gale that rushed into the sky turned into a substantial blade, directly facing the Snowfall Lamp that Mei Luoxue sacrificed. The moment of contact suddenly erupted with a roar, sweeping the cultivators in the melee into the two’s battlefield.
Ning Buwei did not bore stiffly with Mei Luoxue, but took the opportunity to collect the sword and turned around to step on the vine. Mei Luoxue chased after him relentlessly.
The strong light of the Snowfall Lamp turned into countless sharp arrows and rushed straight to Ning Buwei’s back!
Ning Buwei stomped his foot, stepped on the vine and turned over, swung the sword, the sword intent was like a substance, rolling those sharp arrows, and then the sword intent and wind carried the sharp arrows straight towards the Snowfall Lamp.
Mei Luoxue’s face changed drastically, but obviously it was too late to dodge. The Snowfall Lamp, with a crack, turned into countless fragments. However, before she had time to grieve for her natal magic weapon, a long sword swiftly passed through the dust of the fragments and rushed straight to her Dantian.
“Master save me!” Mei Luoxue panicked for a moment, and shouted loudly to Dulu in the sky.
In his haste, Dulu threw a cultivator next to him straight down. Mei Luoxue grabbed the cultivator and blocked him in front of her. Taking advantage of the moment when the sword entered the flesh, she flew up. The unlucky cultivator was pierced through the heart by a sword and nailed to the tree.
Mei Luoxue was resentful in her heart, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across her beautiful face, she stared at Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s arms, while Ning Buwei was entangled by others, she went around behind Ning Buwei, turned her palm into a claw and went straight to Ning Buwei’s heart.
Ning Buwei turned around and grabbed her wrist. Mei Luoxue did not hesitate to grab Ning Xiu in his arms, but her movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.
“Ugh—” Mei Luoxue looked down in horror.
A flash of crimson passed through Ning Buwei’s eyes, blood flowed down his wrist, and he crushed her heart with one hand. The warm blood splashed on his face, carrying a nauseating stench.
“Ah~” Ning Xiu’s face was pressed against his chest, hearing the noise and wanting to turn his head to look, but was pressed back by Ning Buwei’s two fingers.
Mei Luoxue instantly turned into flying ash and was annihilated in the illusion.
“Luoxue!” Dulu, who had just seen this scene, cried out in pain, but was pierced in the shoulder by Yan Lanpei’s vine.
Ning Buwei shook off the blood on his hand, kicked up a sword from the ground and held it in one hand, turned around and looked at a group of cultivators who were eager to move, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, “Come, all together.”
Ning Buwei’s moves were tricky and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to figure out. In a short while, the surroundings were filled with blood, leaving only the miserable screams.
As they fought, Jiang Yizheng and a few others who gradually found that people had been killed by Ning Buwei: “…..”
Feng Zizhang felt a chill on his back, and his hand holding the sword was a little shaky, “Senior, you’re really powerful.”
So powerful that it was a bit evil.
But he didn’t dare to say it, fearing that he would be the next one to die.
Chu Xin was excited to go up and help, but was pulled back by Chu Sun with a serious expression.
“Martial Uncle?” Chu Xin turned his head in confusion to look at Chu Sun.
Chu Sun was not like them, a naive young man who had just started out. He quickly saw something wrong from Ning Buwei’s moves, but the other party was their lifesaver after all, so it was not good to say it clearly, and just said, “Fellow Cultivator Li can handle it.”
Ning Buwei’s robe was soaked with blood, the smile on his face became more and more undisguised, the joy that rose from the bottom of his heart made the crimson in his eyes more intense, the Soul Devouring Array he left in the illusion and the Suzaku sword fragments in his arms hummed, countless resentful ghosts were eager to move, and the howling sound was getting closer and closer to him.
“Ah~” The milky voice sounded from his heart, passing through the agitated heart and the blood entangled with evil thoughts, passing through the mournful and sharp screams of the resentful ghosts, and fell into his ears.
The great demon with a high killing intent stiffened for a moment, mechanically lowered his head to look at the front.
Only a small hand was exposed, grabbing his hanging snow-blue hair tie, and tugged it again.
That white and tender little hand and the snow-blue hair tie were splashed with a few drops of blood.
Ning Buwei stood there, the ferocious and crazy smile on his face slightly faded, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Ning Xiu’s hand, but forgot that there was more blood on his own hand.
A glaring blood print was left on the white and tender little hand.
The smile on Ning Buwei’s face completely disappeared, his face darkened and his eyebrows furrowed, impatiently wiping Ning Xiu again.
For some reason, seeing him like this, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Dulu’s mad laughter echoed throughout the illusion. “Let you see what is the real Heart Confusion Seed!”
A burst of vine explosion suddenly came from the sky, accompanied by Yan Lanpei’s angry voice. “Chengfeng, dodge quickly!”
Upon hearing this, Ning Buwei quickly retreated, Chu Sun pulled Chu Xin and a few others also quickly avoided, unexpectedly the sky full of petals followed like a shadow, completely engulfing them.
The front was a blur, Ning Buwei subconsciously hugged Ning Xiu in his arms. Who knew that his arms suddenly became empty, the warmth pressing against his chest suddenly disappeared. Ning Buwei urged the Suzaku sword fragments to shatter the petals in front of him, looked forward with a murderous look, but his expression froze on his face.
“Chengfeng, come and sit.”
