"There are Nascent Soul cultivators among them. We can't escape simply by running away... Got it!"
Jiang Deng's eyes lit up, and he immediately made the decision, "Zhiling, you go first. I'll try to delay the Nascent Soul cultivator and find a chance to escape. Don't come back to find me. We'll meet up at the Paradise Palace tomorrow morning."
"Okay, sister...be careful then."
Jiang Zhiling knew that she couldn't help, and the only thing she could do was not to be a hindrance.
Fortunately, she is about to enter the Jindan stage. She should quickly form the Jindan before the competition starts. Then she can help her sister!
Jiang Zhiling gritted her teeth, unsheathed her sword, and flew out of Centennial City at her fastest speed, heading north to where the Paradise Palace was.
The other side.
Ying Fuhao had been using his spiritual sense to monitor Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling. When he saw one of them leave, he couldn't help but frown.
Zhou Hui also asked, "Master, if someone leaves, should we chase them or stay with the one who stayed behind?"
Ying Fuhao sneered, "The one who ran away is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Qiu Ning, you go after her. I and Zhou Hui will deal with the one who stayed behind."
"good!"
Qiu Ning, who was the weakest among the three and was only in the early stage of the Jindan realm, immediately flew on his sword to follow Jiang Zhiling.
As for the remaining Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui, they followed Jiang Deng out of the city gate and came to the deserted suburbs. Ying Fuhao laughed in his heart.
This is a great place to kill someone!
Since this female cultivator is seeking her own death, don't blame his men for being ruthless!
Just as he was thinking about this, Jiang Deng in front of him suddenly turned around and looked at the deserted grassland. "Come out, you rat!"
"Haha, you're quite calm even though death is imminent."
Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui walked out slowly.
Seeing the two people appear in front of him, Jiang Deng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Why does this leader look so much like Ying Ling? Could he be Ying Ling's son?
No, no, this man looks older than Ying Ling. Could it be that Ying Ling is his father?
Hiss...something doesn't seem right.
Jiang Deng threw the question of who was whose father out of his mind and said provocatively, "This is the place I specially chose for you to bury your bones. How about it? Nice scenery, right?"
"You're looking for death!"
Ying Fuhao, who has always been in a high position and powerful, was indeed enraged. He no longer concealed his aura, and the aura of his peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was fully unleashed!
The overwhelming pressure came towards Jiang Deng.
Fortunately, Jiang Deng's chaotic body was automatically activated, breaking down the pressure and not causing any impact on her actions.
Ying Fuhao then pinched the magic formula again, "Earth-level magic, Ten-step Fragrant Grass!"
As soon as he finished speaking, with Ying Fuhao as the center, the flowers, plants and trees on the ground within a ten-step radius seemed to come alive, shaking their branches and leaves and pulling their roots out of the ground.
With the blessing of the spiritual power behind Ying Fuhao, their bodies suddenly grew in size and turned into countless green puppets, each of whom had a strength comparable to that of a Jindan realm cultivator!
Jiang Deng, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm, could not withstand the siege of so many puppets!
Jiang Deng narrowed his eyes. Is this a wood-based magic?
This spell is very deadly to other cultivators, but unfortunately, Jin Kemu is a sword cultivator, which is just the right way to restrain wood-based spells.
Jiang Deng took out the heavy light sword slowly, poured the power of chaos into it, and was ready to release sword moves at any time.
"Fight to the bitter end!"
Ying Fuhao sneered. It was true that sword cultivators could restrain wood-based magic, but there was a huge gap in realm between him and Jiang Deng. There was no need to be paranoid!
"Hand over the ghost mask, and I can give you a dignified death!"
A hint of understanding flashed in Jiang Deng's eyes. It turned out to be because of the ghost mask!
It seems that this person is the one who snatched the ghost mask from her in the past. He is indeed from the fourth disciple's Paradise Sect. He is just like the fourth disciple. He doesn't have enough spirit stones to buy the ghost mask, so he just comes to kill people and steal the treasure. Tsk tsk tsk...
Jiang Deng crossed his arms, his face showing no sign of panic. He smiled faintly and jokingly said, "Being pricked by a branch and turned into a hedgehog is considered respectable, right? Then how about I give you something respectable like that?"
"court death!"
Ying Fuhao lost his patience. Following the direction of his finger, all the puppets swarmed towards him, with sharp branches pointing directly at the ginger lantern in the center!
Ying Fuhao didn't care about the life or death of the female cultivator in front of him.
Anyway, as long as she dies, the storage bag will be opened by anyone without an owner, and he can then get the ghost mask. There is no need to leave anyone alive!
Facing the overwhelming puppets, Jiang Deng held the heavy sword with both hands. The power of chaos poured into the heavy sword like water, and then he swung it out with force!
This sword move was different from any other sword move she had used before. She used it almost subconsciously, without any thought, just with the intention of killing all the puppets in front of her!
It was clearly just an ordinary swing of the heavy lightsaber, but the way it was performed was anything but ordinary.
A heat wave hit, and blue flames suddenly exploded!
It was not a large ball of flame, but countless clusters of flames, flickering with gentle green light in the dim sky, densely packed and shining like stars.
The green flames easily burned the nearby puppets into charcoal, and they continued to fly upwards.
As the green flames rose to the air, they looked like countless river lanterns swimming in a long river, with all the joys, sorrows, anger, happiness, desires and greed of the human world attached to them.
Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui just took a quick look and could not take their eyes off it, because they found the lamp that belonged to them in the long river, which contained their strongest desires and made them unable to let go.
For a moment, the two of them were stunned where they were!
The lamp they had their eyes on was gradually approaching them...
"Huh?"
Jiang Deng blinked in surprise. She had accidentally created a new sword move?
We need a name! What should we choose?
Jiang Deng looked up at the dense green flames in the night sky. For a moment, it felt like he had arrived at the night of the Lantern Festival on earth. The twinkling flames dotted the world. Why not call...
"Thousands of lights!"
This sword move seems harmless, but it is actually composed of sword energy combined with the Blue Luan True Flame. It can arouse the desires in everyone's heart and make you approach it uncontrollably. Once you really get close to it, the Blue Luan True Flame will attach itself to it without hesitation.
The Blue Luan True Flame is a divine flame. Once you get touched by it, there is no way you can escape. It will not stop until the target is burned to ashes!
As expected, looking at the flames all over the sky, Ying Fuhao vaguely saw his own future...
He successfully killed Jiang Deng, and with the help of the ghost mask, he entered Ye Guchen's spiritual palace, got the treasure he had always dreamed of, and successfully entered the realm of transformation that he had been dreaming of!
Ying Fuhao's face lit up with joy, as if bewildered, and he involuntarily reached out to touch the green flames before him...
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