"Clang!" A layer of golden light emerged from Nangong Rou's body, shattering the golden knife.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The golden cicada spat out more than a dozen golden blades in succession, slashing forward.
Taking advantage of the moment, he quickly retreated.
Nangong Rou flicked her wrist, and several sword patterns flew out, slicing the golden knife into pieces.
With a slight sway, a figure separated from the body and vanished in a flash.
The next moment, another Nangong Rou appeared behind the rapidly retreating Jin Chan and thrust out a sword.
"Pfft." Jin Chan's body trembled, and she turned around with difficulty. "That's a clone technique!"
"You actually mastered this movement technique!!!"
"That's right."
"You didn't expect that, did you!"
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft..." Nangong Rou stabbed Jin Chan repeatedly with her sword, turning him into a sieve.
The final sword pierced through the back of her neck, the tip emerging from her throat. Jin Chan collapsed limply to the ground, motionless.
Nangong Rou reached out and grabbed a ring.
With a flick of his finger, a drop of essence blood flew out and immediately disappeared.
After erasing the mark left by the cicada, a sweep of divine sense revealed that the stone box was indeed inside.
After taking it out, open the lid.
The battle formation diagram is complete; it's all inside.
She nodded.
I put it away.
With a sway, he merged into Nangong Rou's body on the other side, and the two became one.
"What a waste of his cultivation!" Hui Ding withdrew the golden thread, pointed his finger, and a ball of golden flame entered the corpse, burning it to ashes in an instant.
Although Jin Chan is a member of the Buddhist sect.
But his actions have brought shame upon Buddhism!
Hui Ding originally wanted to take refuge in him.
But after seeing the footage, I changed my mind.
If you seek shelter.
Wouldn't that mean I've sat on the wrong side?
Once this gets out, how will we save face!
"The first thing is done!"
“Now let’s do the second thing!” Nangong Rou said.
"Stop talking!"
"We will not give you the spiritual water!" Hui Ding shook his head.
"This is a treasure of Buddhism, and extremely rare. How could we possibly give it to you!"
"If you won't give it to me, then I'll have no choice but to take action!" Nangong Rou said.
"You're far too confident!" Hui Ding sneered.
"How about we make a bet?" he said.
"How does the betting work?" Nangong Rou asked.
"If you win against me!"
"I'll give you the last half bottle of spiritual water!"
"If we lose!"
"Let's stay in Xiaoling Mountain."
“I will shave my head and become a nun, chanting scriptures and mantras every day until I die!” Huiding said.
"Senior sister, you can't!" Zhong Ling said anxiously.
"It's nothing!" Nangong Rou waved her hand.
"Senior Sister, don't be impulsive," Shi Jing also shouted.
"Junior Sister, don't worry!" Nangong Rou said.
"Alright." Seeing her like this, Shi Jing could only nod and stop trying to persuade her.
“I’m taking the bet!” she said.
“Okay!” Hui Ding said.
"What happened?"
"How come so many people in the Little Spirit Mountain Academy are injured?" At this moment, an old monk with a golden face walked in and asked.
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