Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Jiangcan raised his eyebrows and used one hand...
The people on both sides were strangely silent, hesitating to move forward. Yao Ning ignored them and walked forward step by step.
But this scene only lasted for a moment, and soon someone noticed Yao Ning's unsteady steps: "She's injured!"
It was obvious that Yao Ning was injured, and this sentence seemed to mean that she might not be that powerful anymore.
The first man raised his knife with both hands and took a nervous step forward.
Yao Ning glanced at him indifferently.
That light glance was as if he was just a bug on the ground, and Yao Ning didn't even have the desire to crush him to death.
Yet she did glance at him.
He immediately realized that as an insect, he had angered Yao Ning.
So the courage he had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared in an instant. His teeth chattered and his whole body shook uncontrollably. Thinking of the chaotic aura that Yao Ning had displayed before, he screamed, dropped his weapon and fled.
The unsuccessful start dampened the morale of the besiegers. They looked around and found that no one dared to step forward.
Yao Ning lowered his eyes and quickened his pace.
But these people were not all a mob, and soon a second person stood up.
"Immortal Yao Ning, please stay."
He spoke quite politely.
Yao Ning didn't stop and glanced at him: "Do I look like an immortal?"
The man fell silent. Yao Ning was covered in blood, his skin was pale, and his eyes were a mixture of madness and indifference.
She doesn't look like an immortal, but a monster.
This is the consensus of everyone.
Yao Ning knew what they were thinking. He raised an eyebrow and put on a cold-blooded and cruel look: "I am a monster. If you want to use monsters to gain merit, you must be prepared to die."
This is a naked threat.
Although she looked unable to stand steadily now, people still did not dare to underestimate her because of their previous impression.
The source of chaos, the lord of destruction.
Under these two titles, Yao Ning's threat is terrifying.
As if to show that he was not bluffing, Yao Ning picked up the monk who stood up.
She was petite and didn't seem to have any difficulty carrying a strong man. The man suddenly fell into Yao Ning's "clutches" and didn't dare to act rashly for a while.
There was a sound of inhalation all around. Yao Ning's consciousness was already very fuzzy, but the surging desire to kill was still swelling in her heart. She looked at the handsome young monk, thinking about the hunt and encirclement she had suffered all the way, and even Chen Qian had betrayed her in this game of chess.
How cold the world is.
She had only one thought at the moment: to tear this man to pieces.
Tear this man to pieces.
Tear this man to pieces.
The man seemed to have vaguely seen Yao Ning's thoughts through her eyes, and was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. Just when he was about to use all his spiritual power to fight to the death, Yao Ning tightened her jaw and threw him out with an expressionless face, knocking down a group of people who were besieging her.
Yao Ning knew that if another person came, even if he was just a mortal child, he would be knocked down with just one finger.
She didn't know what the purpose of Shen Qian's stabbing was, but her soul seemed to be split into millions of pieces, and the pain burned her body like a raging fire.
Severe pain in the soul, a surging desire to kill, and a disintegrating clarity of mind.
Yao Ning used up all his last bit of willpower to restrain himself from losing his mind.
She had a feeling that if she lost all her sanity, the chaotic energy would probably spread uncontrollably, and not only the people present, but the entire cultivation world would suffer.
And all this is probably exactly what the person who has been hiding behind the scenes hopes to see.
Yao Ning will not let him get his wish.
She was indeed bluffing just now. She was no longer able to compete with these people.
She didn't kill anyone, but was forced to do so. In the eyes of everyone, this was a sign that the monster was about to go on a killing spree.
If I don't fight now, I will be slaughtered by her.
The desire to survive and the fear brought about by speculation gave them an invisible courage, and everyone rushed forward with loud shouts.
The trapped Chen Qian and Chu Liangxiu turned around one after another as if they had sensed something, and saw this scene.
The besieging monks were like locusts swarming in the sky, instantly drowning Yao Ning.
Chen Qian's eyes were bloodshot, and his body turned into lightning, but was blocked by the edge of the golden inscription that stood up out of thin air.
Behind the flowing inscriptions, Mingxin and several sect leaders looked at Shen Qian.
Purple lightning struck the inscribed wall again, "bang", "bang", "bang"... like the morning bell of an ancient temple being rung, but each impact was full of anger and madness, the golden Buddhist text trembled and became messy, its flow was blocked, Mingxin and several others vomited blood.
With one last blow, the high wall collapsed, the golden inscriptions shattered and scattered, and the thundering sword energy chopped off several people who were blocking the way. There was a trace of blood at the corner of Chen Qian's mouth, but he didn't even look at these powerful people who were able to compete with him.
The "locust" army hunting Yao Ning tightened its pace, and handfuls of blood floated and twisted in the wind, falling into Chen Qian's eyes.
He couldn't see Yao Ning anymore.
Those people were piled up in layers around the room, like a huge egg, tightly packed together.
Shen Qian's eyes glowed red, Ting Ni trembled with anger, and suddenly flew out.
At the same time, the wind picked up.
The long wind seemed to come from the end of the sky and the light suddenly became bright.
The fighting cultivators were stunned for a moment before realizing that it was because all the trees in the mountains and plains were bent.
Pilgrimage to Wanshan.
The giant egg formed by the locusts had cracks, and several dry branches protruded along the cracks. The cultivators flew out, and the trees in the forest, which had been silent, stretched out their branches like hands, each grabbing the flying cultivator, throwing them up and throwing them into the treetops that were like huge mouths, and the sound of chewing could be heard all around.
All the besieging monks were thrown away. A huge, gorgeous flower bud appeared on the dry branch. The petals of the flower bud slowly opened, revealing Yao Ning who was protected inside.
Chen Qian had already arrived. He watched Yao Ning walk out of the flower bud with a cough. There were no new scars on his body. The redness in his eyes finally faded.
Then, his gaze shifted and he saw the three zombies behind Yao Ning.
The eyes behind the silkworm mask looked at Chen Qian provocatively, and then stretched out his hand to Yao Ning: "Can you invite the Immortal Venerable to stay in the Demon Realm for a while?"
Chen Qian: "Aning!"
Without any hesitation, Yao Ning stretched out his hand and placed it on the silkworm's hand.
She was petite, looking extremely frail in front of Jiangcan's mountain-like figure. However, Jiangcan felt an irresistible force in his hand. He leaned slightly along with the force, and heard Yao Ning say in his ear: "Hold me."
Jiangcan raised his eyebrows and hugged Yao Ning with one hand.
Yao Ning closed his eyes tiredly.
The silkworm did not stay, but turned around and left. Du Wuzhu followed silently behind him. Peach blossoms fell from the sky like snow.
Peach blossoms are beautiful, but if they touch your clothes, your flesh will be torn off and you will turn into bones in an instant.
During the battle between good and evil in Zhongze, Du Wuzhu once used this move, and those who experienced that battle are still frightened.
At the critical moment, Yao Ning comprehended the other half of Yang Yan's Heart Method. The sun was rising in the sky, the light was shining everywhere, and shadows were born.
The shadow under the sunlight protects mortals and monks.
Now there is no shelter, and wailing and fear are everywhere.
Du Wuzhu followed the canker cane Yao Ning away, while Bai Su remained where he was, carrying the big knife in a nonchalant manner and looking at Chen Qian with contempt.
"I still can't understand it." He looked at Shen Qian's gloomy face, which looked like it had been struck by lightning. "What good thing about you is there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful and heavy knife came towards him, and Shen Qian swung his sword to block it.
Bai Su, however, was unwilling to fight. He pointed at Chen Qian with his index finger and said, "If you want her to live, then stay behind me."
Shen Qian clenched his teeth tightly.
The crowd behind him surged forward, passing Chen Qian, trying to catch up with the departing Demon Lord and others.
A sword suddenly nailed into the ground, purple lightning flashed and tangled on the sword body, the edge was cold and chilling, the sword intent was solemn and fierce, making people's hair stand on end.
It will chop off the head of anyone who crosses its blade.
The cold sword intent revealed an unquestionable warning.
The crowd suddenly stopped as if encountering invisible shackles.
Behind the crowd, Chen Qian raised his eyes, his face showing a calmness that was almost crazy after losing everything and being in excruciating pain.
"As for today's events—" he began, his voice gentle and ethereal, like a feather floating in the air. He didn't know if he was speaking to the crowd or to himself, "that ends here."
What does it mean to stop here? They just watched Yao Ning escape? It seems that she has colluded with the demon world.
They have worked so hard to get to this point, and have lost so many fellow Taoists, and now they are stopping?
However, these questions remained unanswered.
Shen Qian's condition made everyone present shudder.
They once shouted loudly and cursed Yao Ning as the master of destruction.
However, apart from protecting himself, Yao Ning did not hurt them in any way for no reason in front of them.
At this moment, if anyone disobeyed the famous Zixiao Taoist Lord in Jiuzhou, it seemed that he would really slaughter everyone without distinguishing between friend and foe.
A chill ran down everyone's spine.
So, who is the master of destruction?
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The bead curtain fell and collided, and the silkworm strode in.
This is an extremely elegant room, spacious and gorgeous, with exquisite wood carvings of magpies and plum blossoms, freehand landscape paintings hanging on the walls, wolf-hair brushes and inkstones on the desk, and a fragrant orchid in a vase.
Jiangcan placed the person in his arms on the bed and turned around to give a few instructions.
When I turned to the bed again, I unexpectedly met a pair of eyes with clear black and white.
Yao Ning looked at the silkworm quietly, catching a rare hint of surprise behind his mask.
While Jiangcan was still in a daze, Yao Ning was quick to take off his mask.
What neither of them expected was that the silkworm did not avoid it.
Yao Ning was stunned.
The silkworm has a hoarse voice, a body as big as a mountain, and exudes blood energy all over his body, but he has a strange female face with thin eyebrows and red lips.
Everyone who sees the silkworm pupae cannot help but feel disgust and fear towards this image.
But Yao Ning didn't expect that behind the mask was an extremely beautiful face, with a hint of illness between her eyebrows and eyes that were as hazy as mist and rain.
The Demon Lord, the Silkworm, has a pair of eyes as clear as green leaves after rain.
Yao Ning watched for a moment, then asked, "What are you doing?"
Yao Ning put the mask aside and said, "That person, the one who plays everyone in the palm of his hand, I doubted you."
"Can you recognize him without the mask?"
Yao Ning was exhausted and in pain. He shook his head and said nothing more: "I'm going to die soon anyway, so it won't hurt to give it a try."
The silkworm stood up: "It can still be saved."
Yao Ning blinked.
"But of the mother and child, only one can be saved." Jiang Can looked at Yao Ning. Without the mask, he simply didn't bother to pretend. His voice turned out to be as gentle and elegant as a scholar. "What do you want to choose?"
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