Mr. Zhao saw all of this, but he didn't want to care and tacitly approved of Yu'er's vicious behavior.
Ruan Mian felt uncomfortable listening to this, and her eyes turned slightly red.
Not to mention Mei Niang, the person involved, she died long ago after the fire.
However, due to his heavy resentment, he was not allowed to reincarnate and stayed in Zhao's house all day long, just waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.
She wanted everyone present to be buried with her.
Both sides suffer.
Mu Feng's arm was torn, and resentment entered his body through the wound, eroding his thoughts.
In order to stabilize his mind, he meditated to get rid of the evil spirit.
Mei Niang had already become a powerful evil spirit, and her cultivation was on par with his.
The woman rushed towards Master Zhao with her leg that was injured by Mu Feng.
He was so scared that his eyes widened, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned pale as paper.
The obese body suddenly stiffened, and all the hairs on its body stood up.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his red groom's clothes.
Mr. Zhao hid behind Song Wenjing without caring about his image.
"Master, save me!"
Song Wenjing's cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, so he was naturally not afraid of her.
With a flip of his fingertips, the spirit sword appeared before his eyes.
The man shouted angrily, and the sword's momentum suddenly increased, with sword light pouring down like a waterfall.
The female ghost in red was forced to retreat several steps. Feeling the pain, she gritted her teeth and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.
Mei Niang's body was filled with ghostly energy, her nails became sharper, and she emitted a piercing scream.
She pounced on Song Wenjing and scratched his chest with her nails.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he quickly dodged the attack of the red-clothed female ghost, while swinging his sword towards her heart.
Mei Niang let out a shrill scream.
Song Wenjing's swordsmanship was extremely superb, and each of his sword strikes accurately hit the vital points of the red-clothed female ghost.
She lost.
Falling to the ground sadly.
The exquisite wedding dress had long been torn, and the woman looked up with an ugly and ferocious face, staring at Master Zhao.
"My husband, you have such a cruel heart. You killed me and even spared my soul."
He even invited so many monks just to kill Mei Niang.
Mr. Zhao guiltily distanced himself from the matter.
"You're already dead, so you should just rest in peace. Why are you still trying to bring trouble to us?"
These words did not mention anything about what he had done in the past, but blamed everything on her, as if everything was caused by her.
Mei Niang was heartbroken and laughed at herself, tears of blood flowing from her hollow eyes, which was extremely creepy.
Song Wenjing planned to kill her with a sword, as the evil ghost had to be eradicated.
The ghost energy around the woman gradually became stronger.
The servants who were still making a fuss fell down twitching, having been drained of their last bit of value.
All the power was concentrated on Mei Niang, and the entire Zhao Mansion was filled with a dark aura that lingered for a long time.
Mei Niang floated in the air, her hair fluttering, her cultivation level skyrocketing, and she chose to die together.
Before I die, I will drag this unfaithful man and everyone else to be buried with me.
The woman was wearing a bright red robe that burned like flames, and a thick ghostly aura surrounded her, swirling like black fog.
These ghost energies were continuously absorbed into the body of the red-clothed female ghost, and even Song Wenjing was not sure he could defeat her.
Mei Niang's face turned even paler, and her blood-red eyes narrowed slightly.
He exudes a terrifying aura, making people around him feel suffocated and terrified.
With a cold laugh, he mocked everyone's arrogance.
"All of you will go to hell with me, you hypocritical cultivators!"
She tore her own body apart alive, and with destructive power, she instantly devoured everything around her.
People were caught in the black ghost energy, unable to escape, and turned into blood.
Song Wenjing instantly used his spiritual power to erect a barrier to protect most of the people behind him, but it was shattered after a few seconds.
He could only use his own body to resist. His whole body was emitting a silver-white light. He suffered internal injuries and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
The man turned around and found that Ruan Mian was not beside him.
His face suddenly lost color, turned pale as snow, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly.
"Junior Sister..."
Countless ghost spirits penetrated into Song Wenjing's five orifices and corroded his lungs.
Fortunately, the endless spiritual power in his dantian helped him get rid of it.
The man looked at the girl who was about to be destroyed.
She is only in the Qi training stage, and she is doomed to die.
Song Wenjing wanted to shout, but he was too powerless to distract himself and could only utter silent signs.
"Junior sister! Come here quickly."
Mu Feng wanted to endure the pain and teleport towards Ruan Mian, but...
It's too late.
His chest heaved violently, unable to withstand Mei Niang's terrifying destructive power, and he shouted at the girl out of control.
"Get down!"
The Zhao Mansion collapsed in an instant.
Ordinary disciples and guests could not bear it. Their bodies were burned so hard that their skin and flesh were rolled up and blood splattered everywhere.
He let out a shrill scream and his face was twisted in pain.
The torture lasted for a long time.
Although Song Wenjing was holding the front line, the survivors also suffered serious internal injuries.
They were broken and bleeding.
The air was filled with a strong smell of burning and blood.
The entire mansion was torn beyond recognition and looked desolate. The trees were still burning and emitting black smoke.
Song Wenjing didn't even have time to breathe, his white clothes were stained with blood, and his steps were trembling, mostly out of fear.
He walked towards a certain place and used his remaining spiritual power to dig up the ruins that were pressed down by broken stones and pillars.
Xiyue was injured even more seriously than him, her face was pale and weak, and she was lying in a pool of blood.
Fortunately, she was able to escape the disaster thanks to the life-saving talisman that her master gave her before he left.
The woman couldn't straighten her body yet and could only watch his movements.
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