In the woods, a girl in a black long skirt was constantly moving back and forth, and behind her were several monks who were constantly trying to catch up with her.
"This woman can emit such a strong ghost energy. She must be the new saint of the Wanxiang Demon Sect, Meng Qianwu."
"The Wanxiang Demon Sect destroyed our sect, and now we must make them pay the price!"
Several cultivators were constantly communicating with each other. They were all from sects that were destroyed by the Wanxiang Demon Sect, and therefore had a blood feud with the Wanxiang Demon Sect.
The person with the highest cultivation level among the group was only at the first level of the Spiritual Sea Realm, otherwise Meng Qianwu would not have been able to deal with them for so long.
Meng Qianwu sensed that several people were gradually approaching from behind, and her face turned cold.
As the Holy Maiden of the Wanxiang Demon Sect, she naturally has an elder of the Wanxiang Demon Sect as her protector to keep her safe at all times.
But the Protector did not appear at this moment, which could only mean one thing: the Protector wanted to see if she could solve the current situation without relying on his abilities.
With her current cultivation level of the eighth level of the Spirit Gathering Stage, if she were to separate and defeat them one by one, she would still have a 50% chance of winning.
But the other party obviously wouldn't give her this opportunity, so she could only choose other methods, such as getting rid of a few people.
She immediately burst out with all her strength, and the ghost energy on her body soared into the sky, attracting the attention of a large number of monks for a while.
Release your own ghost energy to attract other people's attention, and then someone will come to check it out.
This way, the people chasing her would be restrained, and maybe even attract a few true disciples of the Wanxiang Demon Sect.
In this way, she might be able to use the power of several true disciples to kill them.
Thinking so, she increased her speed and moved at full speed.
"hateful!"
The cultivator at the first level of the Spirit Sea Realm cursed angrily when he saw Meng Qianwu's speed increase again and the distance between them was widening.
Then he took out a pill and swallowed it directly into his stomach. Immediately, his speed began to increase continuously, and in the end he was even faster than Meng Qianwu!
"Ha ha!"
The monk laughed ferociously.
"Die!"
Then he slammed out with a palm, hitting Meng Qianwu directly in the waist.
Meng Qianwu's whole body trembled suddenly, and then she reacted quickly, using the force of the cultivator's palm to push herself out, once again creating distance between herself and the cultivator.
But her speed was obviously a little slower than at the beginning.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
When the monk saw this, he laughed and then chased after Meng Qianwu at a faster speed.
"Die!"
He then took out a Xuanling-level spiritual sword and slashed directly at Meng Qianwu.
Seeing this attack, Meng Qianwu had to guard against it and stopped immediately.
With a wave of his hand, all the ghost energy in his body gathered at his fingertips, and then he lightly tapped it, and a beam of laser shot out directly from his fingertips, colliding with the spiritual sword.
The monk only felt a huge resistance, and then gritted his teeth.
This saintly lady was only at the Spirit Gathering Stage, yet she was able to withstand a full-strength attack from him who was at the first level of the Spirit Sea Realm. If he didn't kill her here today, he would never be able to turn things around in the future.
Then he didn't care about anything else. He held the sword in his right hand and made a gesture with his left hand. Suddenly, an illusory dragon shadow appeared behind him.
"I never thought that a mere cultivator in the Gathering Spirit Stage could force me to use this move."
His face was gloomy.
However, Meng Qianwu's face was not looking good at this time. The previous blow did not consume too much spiritual power, but if it dragged on like this, the other pursuers who had just been shaken off would definitely catch up.
By then, I wouldn't be able to defeat them alone.
Moreover, because she was hit by a palm strike just now, her speed was not as fast as at the beginning. She would not be able to shake off the others again by herself.
what to do.
Meng Qianwu looked at the spiritual sword flying towards her with a dragon shadow, gritted her teeth, chanted some magic formula, and circulated the spiritual power throughout her body.
Immediately a powerful aura burst out!
Meng Qianwu was surrounded by ghost energy. Her originally blue eyes turned extremely red, her black dress turned blood red, and her long black hair was instantly dyed silver-white.
Looking at the flying spiritual sword, there was no ripple in his blood-red eyes.
Then he pushed out his palm, and all the ghost energy around him instantly condensed into a huge palm, directly hitting the spirit sword.
Bang!
The dragon shadow on the spirit sword collided with the palm, making a loud noise, followed by an explosion, stirring up a cloud of smoke.
"ah!"
Only a scream was heard.
"impossible!"
The cultivator at the first level of the Spirit Sea Realm was hit directly by the flying giant palm, which knocked him away instantly. Then his body aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"impossible!"
"impossible..."
He looked at the changes in his body and kept shouting "Impossible", but his aging speed did not slow down because of this.
"No....."
The Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator eventually turned into a white-haired old man. He looked at his hands and murmured tremblingly,
"My lifespan!"
"My lifespan!"
"Witch! I will kill you today!"
The monk got furious and rushed towards Meng Qianwu. Meng Qianwu looked coldly at the old man rushing towards him, and just stretched out his hand and lightly tapped. Another palm print appeared above the old man's head, knocking the old man directly into the ground, and he never crawled out again.
Meng Qianwu saw the old man's breath dissipate, and then she changed back. However, just as she turned back to her original appearance in a black dress and blue eyes, she knelt on one knee on the ground, gasping for breath.
It was obvious that the posture just now was very exhausting for her now. It could be said that she was now half-kneeling entirely on her willpower - she no longer even had the strength to speak.
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