But at this moment Wei Mian suddenly felt something was wrong. The talismans drawn in the void used spiritual energy, but there shouldn't be so much spiritual energy.

The spells she cast in anger became more and more powerful, and the blood corpse's screams became more and more shrill.

Feeling the vitality in his body gradually fading, Wei Mian suddenly thought of a scene many years ago.

The cold and aloof sect leader in a white robe looked at the little girl who was constantly gathering spiritual energy and trying to draw talismans, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and then began to fool her.

"Mianmian, humans invented tools to be used. Try not to use spiritual energy to draw talismans in the future."

The little girl's innocent voice was filled with confusion.

"Then why can senior brothers use it?"

"Because your senior brothers are not good at drawing talismans, so of course they have to use spiritual energy to draw them if they don't have talismans in their hands. Look at your sixth senior brother, he is good at drawing talismans, doesn't he always take out a stack of talismans and smash them without any regrets?"

The little girl scratched her head, it seemed that there was some truth to it, and her master would never lie to her!

So she made the promise with her chubby little fist.

"Okay, Master. From now on, if I can solve the problem with a spell, I will definitely not use spiritual energy to draw talismans!"

A faint smile appeared on the face of the cold master, and he gently stroked the little girl's head, "Be good!"

When the little girl received the praise from her master, she squinted her eyes happily, like a cat whose fur had been stroked, and she was almost purring.

But where she couldn't see, the cold eyes of the leader, like a snow lotus on a mountain, were filled with deep worry.

He tried hard to suppress his worry, looked at the little girl lovingly, and continued to instruct her on how to draw the talisman to make it more powerful.

The little girl happily knelt in front of the table, sticking out her little butt, holding the brush that she couldn't control, and began to practice with grunts.

…

Wei Mian's mind flashed with what her master said at the time. Now she was basically certain that the child born by the so-called living dead that Yan Laoer wanted to find was herself.

Those who said they found her outside were definitely lying.

No one knew why she became the child of the living dead, and she finally understood why she was so different from her senior brothers.

No wonder she is always faster than her brothers in cultivating with anger. She doesn't even need to actively guide it, the anger will keep flowing into her body.

She thought she was gifted and had extraordinary abilities, so she was usually lazy during her training, but now she regretted it!

If she was strong enough, her brothers wouldn't have died, and the master wouldn't have suffered such humiliation!

Feeling the huge loss of vitality from her body, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Wei Mian once again condensed her spiritual energy, drew a talisman and cast it out. The premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger. In the gap between the blood corpse's screams, she turned back and looked at her master reluctantly.

When Wei Mian saw the anxiety that could not be concealed on Zheng Yangzi's face, he suddenly smiled widely and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

The master must have known this a long time ago. No wonder he repeatedly warned her not to use spiritual energy to draw talismans easily, and even misled her with theories about using tools.

It turned out that she was the child of the living dead, but she didn't know whether her mother was still alive. Unfortunately, she lost the chance to see her.

She felt the pressure from the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation gradually increasing, until it became so strong that she could not resist it at all.

Wei Mian slowly suppressed the smile on her face. She took off the bracelet on her wrist and threw it hard out of the formation.

At this time, Xiao Hei, who was still fighting with the man in golden armor, seemed to have sensed something. He turned around suddenly and saw Wei Mian, who was trapped in the formation with a solemn expression.

She took one last look at the few people, raised her hands, and made several complicated and unfamiliar gestures with her fingers flying.

Xiao Hei didn't recognize it, he had never seen that gesture before.

When Zheng Yangzi saw the gesture, his face changed drastically. He tried to go over to stop it, but he forgot that his arms and legs were broken.

With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground.

His voice was trembling and full of fear.

"don't want!"

"Mianmian, stop it!"

"Stop it, Wei Mian!"

“Wei Mian!!!”

"ah--"

Zheng Yangzi's eyes were bloodshot and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Wei Mian in the formation could no longer hear anything. Xiao Hei didn't understand why at first, but soon he saw that in the formation surrounded by several men in yellow robes, a dazzling white light suddenly shot up into the sky.

The white light quickly overshadowed the golden color of the formation, crushing it with an extremely tough attitude.

As the screams of the yellow-robed man rang out one after another, it spread out to the surroundings with devastating attack power, and even those hiding in the dark were not spared.

At the moment he was rushed out by the white light, Xiao Hei felt as if he had an illusion, because he heard the roar of a dragon in the distance.

After that, his consciousness fell into darkness and he knew nothing.

In the room halfway up the mountain, a fan that was originally trapped in the fairy formation seemed to sense something and suddenly let out bursts of mournful cries, while at the same time resisting violently.

The Immortal Trapping Formation was certainly not a pushover. After sensing the resistance from inside, it immediately suppressed it forcefully.

The same situation has occurred before, but this time the fan trapped inside was like crazy, and was willing to hurt itself to get out.

The Immortal Trapping Formation was stunned, and at that moment, the fan found a flaw and rushed out.

After the Jade Bone Fan broke out of the Immortal Trapping Formation, it immediately flew towards the hall on the top of the mountain, but halfway there it sensed a certain aura spreading along with the white light.

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