Although the sect's clothing is a bit revealing, it at least carries some spiritual power and can serve as a defense.
Although she was bleeding, fortunately, she used the marriage thread, so she was not the only one in pain.
Chen Miaoyi picked up the sword again, forcing herself to recall the moves she had learned and concentrate on fighting the enemy.
Tan Jing, who was in a state of "enlightenment", suddenly felt a pain in his arm. He was also a mortal and felt pain, as if he was hit by a knife without any preparation.
"Hmm..." He couldn't help but hum.
But then, pain came one after another, as if my arm was being cut by a knife, again and again, especially in my right hand.
Tan Jing frowned, "Is that witch harming herself?"
He was a little annoyed. He could have improved his state of mind through enlightenment, but he was interrupted at the most critical moment.
The higher the realm, the more difficult it is to practice. Tan Jing moved to the vicinity of Chen Miaoyi and others with just a mantra.
Chen Miaoyi was fighting with the enemy and her arm was cut several times. These people used a rotation attack, forcing her to have no time to recall any good way to kill the enemy quickly.
“My cultivation is so poor…” Can it become my calamity?
Tan Jing muttered to himself, he was already in the Golden Core stage, and at his current cultivation speed, he would be able to break through soon, but his fate was pitifully weak.
As the saying goes, an ant swallows an elephant.
"Stop!" Tan Jing came between them and released his powerful aura. They could feel the crushing power of strength.
"Monks are supposed to be compassionate. It's probably not appropriate for three of you to bully a weak woman. You'd better leave quickly." Tan Jing advised kindly.
"Master, she actually stole our heirloom. This witch relied on her higher cultivation level than us to block our way here. You should help us."
The three of them were making faces at each other. From the monk's tone, it seemed that he was a person who loved to stand up for the weak. They had met many such people before, and they were all self-righteous.
"??? You guys are really good at telling lies with your eyes open!" Chen Miaoyi was very angry. Are the three of you switching to victim mode here?
"Heh." Tan Jing snorted coldly.
"I will now cleanse you of all your sins." He raised his hand.
The three of them suddenly felt that something was wrong. It turned out that smart people were not so easy to fool. This time they encountered a serious problem.
"Run!" the leader shouted and threw a small bell towards Chen Miaoyi and Tan Jing.
With a "BOOM!" sound, the bell exploded.
Tan Jing immediately stood up and jumped onto the tree branch, killing the three fleeing people with an expressionless face.
However, Chen Miaoyi didn't have time to dodge. Tan Jing felt a sharp pain in his arm. He looked down and saw Chen Miaoyi being knocked to the ground.
An arm was blown off to the side in a horrific manner.
No wonder he was in so much pain. Tan Jing felt a bit disappointed with himself.
Why not just kill her and put an end to it all? A short pain is worse than a long one.
But he put his raised hand back down. Who knows if he would kill this witch and die himself?
The pain of this witch was transferred to him, which was undoubtedly her fate.
Tan Jing fell to the ground, and Chen Miaoyi was crawling out from the thick smoke, picking up one of her arms.
God knows how much she wanted to scream. The explosion directly took away one of her arms, and it was her right hand that had just suffered a knife wound.
Chen Miaoyi remembered that there was a method of recovery.
She put her arms aside and recited the words several times with trembling voice, but there was still no response.
She doesn't want to be crippled right at the start!
"Master, can you help me take over my hand?" Chen Miaoyi raised her own limbs and presented them to Tan Jing as if offering them as an offering.
"No, this is all God's will." Tan Jing said the cruelest words with a face that could make everyone fall in love with him.
Aren't you compassionate? Don't you have the heart of a bodhisattva? Is this what your bodhisattva taught you?
Chen Miaoyi picked up the sword, blaming herself for not being as skilled as the other person and having too low a cultivation level, which was why she couldn't even perform such a spell. She wondered if her arm was still fresh after being broken for so long.
Will it affect future use?
"It's God's will, right?" Chen Miaoyi took the sword and cut her leg, causing Tan Jing to feel a pain in her thigh.
She stabbed again, and the opponent felt pain again.
"Stop." Tan Jing scolded. It was not that he couldn't bear the pain, but he was curious about how Chen Miaoyi knew.
"Please, Master, High Monk, please help me connect it. I cannot live without my right hand! Please be merciful!
She relies entirely on her right hand to cast spells.
"Attaching a stump is second best."
After Tan Jing finished speaking, he waved his hand. Chen Miaoyi felt an itch on her arm, and a brand new right hand grew out of her arm, exactly the same as the original one.
She threw away her severed hand and held her new arm in her hands, marveling at it. This world of cultivating immortals is so good. The newly grown hand is exactly the same as the original one.
This is even more powerful than cloning technology, it grows in a moment.
Chen Miaoyi used a fire technique to burn off her remaining limbs.
But as soon as the fire started, Tan Jing felt a burning pain in his right hand, and he quickly extinguished the flames.
What was going on? Was her stump also suffering?
But it has clearly left her body.
"Master?" Chen Miaoyi asked doubtfully. "Do you have a habit of collecting body parts?" She had heard that some religions liked this kind of thing.
"It's okay." Tan Jing used a magic trick to make Chen Miaoyi's broken limb fly away with the wind, and this time there was no pain in his arm.
"What do you know?" Tan Jing asked. He had calculated that there was a calamity in his fate, and he only knew the content of this calamity after his own experiments.
But how did the other party know?
"Know what?"
Chen Miaoyi asked, he didn't speak clearly, which made people confused, but now that the severed hand was cleaned up, she was still very grateful to Tan Jing.
"Are you the witch from the Hehuan Sect?" Tan Jing suddenly asked.
"How do you know?" Chen Miaoyi asked in surprise. Didn't she change her clothes?
She was just worried that these monks from famous and upright sects would look down on the Hehuan Sect, and Tan Jing would hate her. How could she get close to Tan Jing then?
Not only do they look down on people, they also kill them whenever they see them.
"Your sect's token fell out." Tan Jing said, and Chen Miaoyi followed his gaze.
The Hehuan Sect's token of loyalty is a never-fading Hehuan flower pendant. She clearly remembered hiding it!
"This is not mine, I picked it up." Chen Miaoyi said without thinking. Why not join a new sect?
"Why do you stab yourself with a sword?" Tan Jing asked. His fate was a witch who could not be killed or beaten. Could it be a love fate?
Tan Jing looked at the sky with contempt and smiled. The laws of this world are so vulgar. Do monks have to endure the tribulation of love?
Unfortunately, this will only be an ordinary hurdle on his path of cultivation. He must convert this evil woman!
"I, I heard that pain makes people sober, and I'm afraid I'll faint!" Chen Miaoyi argued cunningly.
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