As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Xianxian's eyes became vacant.

The madman paused, "Grab her."

Miyano remained unmoved, and even stepped in to stop Mu Xia from moving forward.

As she watched her fairy-like figure approach the malicious Shi Panjiebo step by step, with the two less than fifty meters apart, Wu Fengzi narrowed his eyes when Ruan Xianxian stood next to him.

Spahn laughed, thinking that the Chinese were being hesitant to act for fear of harming the innocent!

Ruan's companion could hold her back from coming closer, and he could also kill her now with a spell.

With an awkward, condescending tone, Spencer pointed at the madman and said, "Go up and kill him!"

He knew that Ruan Xianxian couldn't do it, but she was his trump card, and he had to make the Chinese people wary of her.

"Sorry! I can't beat him!" Just as Shi Panjiebo was furiously glaring at her, a woman's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He was a little stunned, turned his head to look at Ruan Xianxian, whose gaze was level with his, and asked, "What did you say?"

The latter shrugged, drawing out his words, "I said, we can't beat them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of fear appeared on Spanjiebo's face, and he uncontrollably backed away.

"You, you, you! You've clearly been under my curse, how could you possibly be conscious?"

"Black magic?" Before Spencer had taken a step back, Ruan Xianxian had already grabbed his neck with one hand, and with the other hand, she reached out and pulled out a glass bottle the size of a thumb.

Inside were a few strands of hair and a piece of fingernail, with an ugly worm crawling on one of the strands. "You mean this?"

She didn't make any move, her eyes calmly fixed on the glass bottle for a second, then two seconds...

Just three seconds later, the small bottle with intricate spells drawn inside suddenly exploded!

Glass shards, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, pierced into Spencer's wide-open pupils, penetrating three-tenths of the way in.

Along with the screams came a mouthful of black blood that Spahn vomited out.

Ruan Xianxian withdrew her hand and stepped back. Shi Panjiebo, who had lost all strength, fell to the ground with a thud, his hands trembling as he covered his bleeding eyes.

"How is this possible? How could you break my curse? Absolutely not! Who was it? Which black-robed sorcerer was hiding nearby?"

"Come out, come out here, let me die knowing why."

Ruan Xianxian showed no smugness or boasting, and simply said, "Come on!"

A strange scene unfolded: bizarre and grotesque insects began to emerge from Spahn's sleeves, silver ornaments, and even under his skin.

At this moment, Ruan Xianxian's black hair was loose behind her, her ten fingers and middle finger were joined together, and the ends of her hair moved without wind. She silently recited incantations and drew talismans in the air with her fingers forming a sword.

As the talisman took shape, a burst of white light shone brightly. Ruan Xianxian pushed the talisman forward, and the insects and snakes that had been crawling on the ground in its path began to spontaneously combust without fire.

It emitted a squeaking sound and a foul stench that was hard to describe.

Fifty meters away, Mu Xia rubbed her eyes in disbelief as she drew a talisman in mid-air?

She was being chased all over the village by the village aunties, wishing someone would cook her three meals a day to show off her "sister".

Could it be that he/she has been possessed by some ancient, powerful being from this place?

The unkempt martial arts fanatic shared the same idea, repeatedly raising his heavy sword, unsure whether to strike or not.

They watched in silence as the infamous black-robed mage was gradually engulfed by flames.

Before it was completely engulfed by the flames, it was still screaming in agony, "I can't be!"

Only Miyano, standing behind, slightly curled the corners of her lips, a vague fragment flashing through her mind.

In one of his lifetimes, he was the boss of a bizarre world, while Xianxian was a Taoist nun who was deceived by her fellow disciples and turned into a traitor.

His superb Taoist skills far surpassed those of the declining Taoist schools of today.

Mu Xia turned her head and saw the smile and pride in Gong Ye's eyes that he hadn't had time to hide. She seemed to be thinking about something.

Click—

A foot wearing a small military boot stepped on Spencer's skull, which had been burned to ashes, and the carbonized skull shattered with a crack.

Ruan Xianxian stole a glance at the martial arts fanatic who was sizing her up; his eyes and expression spoke volumes about his arrogance.

"You think you're qualified to cast a spell on her?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the martial arts fanatic showed the same thoughtful expression as Mu Xia, sheathed his sword, and respectfully placed his hands in front of him in a Taoist salute.

"Thank you for protecting this junior, senior. May I ask your guidance?"

Clearly, he also believed that Ruan Xianxian was possessed by something strange.

Miyano raised an eyebrow and smiled!

This guy waved his hand in a very serious manner, "The deceased are gone, so let's not ask about them. Just clear out a few little bugs from the temple, take what you want, and leave."

He paused, then added, "I've seen your swordsmanship. You're practicing an incomplete version, but there are traces of your own creation in the moves. Look around; perhaps you'll find your opportunity here."

Attention! Be careful!

The martial arts fanatic was surprised that this senior could even see that there were self-created moves in his swordplay, and his attitude became even more respectful.

"Senior, may I ask whose ancestor's ancestral temple this is?"

Ruan Xianxian rolled her eyes inwardly. How would she know whose ancestor it was?

However, judging from the layout and bronze artifacts of this place, which have the characteristics of the Western Han Dynasty, it is easy to deduce that if you don't get dizzy now, when will you?

Having been husband and wife for nine lifetimes, plus Miyano in this tenth lifetime, they could almost predict the smell of her fart the moment she bent over.

He strode forward, caught the little fairy who was rolling her eyes, and asked anxiously, "Xianxian, Xianxian, what's wrong?"

Mu Xia and Wu Fengzi quickly surrounded them.

The latter checked her pulse to reassure her, "It's alright, the curse on her body has been lifted, so you could say it's a blessing in disguise."

"Then what about her?" Miyano's eyes were a little red, and his voice was hoarse. "What happened to her just now?"

Mu Xia didn't know why, but she felt that the two people, one unconscious and the other worried, were acting a bit fake. In professional terms: they were overdoing it!

The martial arts fanatic shook his head seriously, "I don't know. Mystic arts are not my specialty. I am proficient in swordsmanship."

"Perhaps the little girl's destiny or magnetic field matches that of some powerful figure who once lived here. Perhaps... we should return immediately and ask Elder Liu to take a look at her?"

Without Miyano needing to make excuses, Ruan Xianxian woke up with a soft moan. Go back? She'd rather die than go back.

Putting aside the fact that the Holy Alliance members who broke in here haven't been dealt with, this Taoist temple alone contains countless Taoist secret techniques and rare treasures; how could they possibly return empty-handed?

She shook her head and quickly said, "I'm fine. The senior told me before he left that this place is full of dangers, so I must be careful before I do anything, and remember not to be greedy!"

The last four words sounded somewhat guilty!

Ruan Xianxian, who has the ability to communicate with all living beings, did indeed sense some danger here, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

After confirming that the four of them were all out of danger, they turned their attention to the bronze door that Mu Xia had not opened.

As they drew closer, the sense of danger grew stronger. Just as she was about to warn them, a beam of light shone down on the feet of the four of them.

Accompanied by Morris's malicious voice and the footsteps of the Holy Alliance members who had arrived.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have opened that door without permission. The Holy Alliance’s archives contain records about this place.”

"So, you Chinese, whose heritage is almost lost, are you willing to cooperate?"

"Otherwise, I swear to God, even with your strength as a martial arts fanatic, you wouldn't be able to escape unscathed with a few burdens."

"Let's cooperate, and achieve mutual benefit!"