Upon hearing what Sheng Ning said, Xian Ying instinctively opened his mouth as if to say that Mie Hun was not easy to deal with.
But when he looked up, he saw a blue light circling in mid-air above him.
"This... Soul Extinction?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ning looked up at the sky and saw the Soul Extinction, whose entire body was engulfed in Netherworld Fire and screaming in agony from the intense heat.
She sensed the aura of the Netherworld Fire emanating from him, and her eyes twitched slightly for a moment.
"It must be the spark left by Ye Si on him. Before Ye Si underwent his tribulation, he was already at the Great Ascension Realm Perfection. He only needed to go through the tribulation period to successfully ascend to immortality."
“Miehun is only at the Nascent Soul stage. Although Ye Si has lost his physical body, his soul remains. Dealing with him should not be a problem.”
Even though Xianying knew long ago that Ye Si had already reached the Great Ascension Realm Perfection.
If it weren't for the encounter with Ye Si, who was attached to the Netherworld Flame, in the secret realm, everyone would have thought he had ascended to immortality.
But when he saw that Ye Si was just a soul and yet possessed such great power, he still frowned slightly.
“Miehun is probably in a precarious situation for the time being, so Clan Chief, please go and rest for a while.”
Without rejecting Sheng Ning's suggestion, Xianying found a big tree and sat under it to cool off. As she did so, she vaguely felt a chill running down her back.
When he turned around, he saw eyes blinking at him from the locust tree behind him.
As he turned around, the dense branches of the ghost locust tree slowly reached out towards him.
After carrying the infant away from the battlefield, Sheng Ning rejoined the fight.
She vaguely felt something stirring inside her, but when she tried to investigate, she found that it was playing hide-and-seek with her.
She couldn't even catch the other person's tail.
He holds the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword in one hand and a laser cannon in the other.
Sheng Ning raised her head and looked at the demon army not far away.
Even though she and her fellow disciples had killed many demons, the number of demons in front of her seemed to have not decreased at all.
It still looks densely packed, making one's scalp tingle.
With a slight pursing of her lips, she turned her head to look at her senior brothers.
There are too many demonic cultivators; it's impossible to kill them all.
A cultivator's spiritual power is limited.
Seeing his senior brothers repeatedly stuffing spirit-replenishing pills into their mouths, Sheng Ning did not rush forward, but instead frowned and looked at the Soul Extinction above his head.
The Netherworld Flames on Miehun's body had mostly dissipated. The once tall and imposing demonic cultivator was now covered in charred black from the Netherworld Flames.
With her tongue pressed against her cheek, Sheng Ning put away the laser cannon and glanced down at the eight-star Kunwu sword in her hand.
"Brother Jian, I'll have to ask you to be more accommodating then."
The Eight-Star Kunwu Sword guessed her intention, and its blade emitted a series of humming sounds, as excitement entered Sheng Ning's heart.
With a smile, Sheng Ning said, "If I hadn't come from a book, not from another time, I would have doubted whether I was really your master in your past life."
"Otherwise, how could I, a transmigrator, possibly resonate with a sword? Or was your master in your previous life as unruly as I was?"
The Eight-Star Kunwu Sword could not speak.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the already trembling sword began to shake even more violently.
There isn't much time to dwell on one's background.
Sheng Ning raised the long sword in his hand, his smile only growing wider. "Your master is just as unruly and disobedient as I am, and he's also full of rebellious spirit."
"Then let's treat me as your partner for now. To catch the thief, we must first catch the king. Brother Sword, come with me and kill him!"
"Zheng—"
Mi Hun was indeed possessed by the Netherworld Fire, and his entire body was burned so badly that almost no part of his skin was intact.
However, as a demonic cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, he was thick-skinned and tough, and a ball of divine fire could not burn his body and soul to ashes.
Just as he was trying to extinguish the Netherworld Flames on his body, he felt a chilling sword intent rushing towards him.
Ignoring the divine fire burning his body, just as the sword intent was about to strike him, Mi Hun swiftly took a step back, barely managing to avoid the blade.
"The Eight-Star Kunwu Sword?!"
Recognizing that the longsword in Sheng Ning's hand was an ancient evil sword, Mi Hun patted the divine fire on his arm and looked at Sheng Ning with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Young lady, you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, wielding an ancient evil sword. Aren't you afraid of being killed by the backlash?"
Which cultivator who obtained the eight-star Kunwu Sword before didn't die from being devoured by the sword spirit?
Sheng Ning not only picked up the sword, but also used it to launch an attack on himself.
A smile tugged at the burnt skin on Soul Extinction's face. "I advise you to choose a different spiritual weapon, otherwise..."
"Change the magical artifact?"
Sheng Ning interrupted him.
The eight-star Kunwu sword she held in her hand also put up a fight at this moment.
Hearing the clanging sound emanating from the longsword, Miehun exclaimed in surprise, "You've become one with the evil sword? Do you know anything about this longsword...?"
Upon realizing something, shock immediately appeared in the eyes of the Soul Extinction.
Seeing the shock in his eyes, Sheng Ning smiled and asked, "What's wrong with this longsword?"
"Are you implying that this longsword's former owner was the creator god? Then do you know who I am?"
The answer was about to emerge in his mind. Mi Hun widened his eyes, and blood spurted out from the corners of his eyes.
He shook his head and parted his lips slightly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, the creator god's soul has already shattered."
"you......"
He looked up at Sheng Ning, but when he saw the smile in her eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
As the third-in-command of the Demon Clan, Miehun led the Demon Clan army to invade Youyun City, one of the main cities on the continent, as a hub for the Demon Clan's future complete invasion of the continent.
He lived long enough that even if he hadn't witnessed the Creator God saving humanity, he had heard countless stories of the miracles created by the Creator God.
He also saw a portrait of the creator god in the Demon Lord's room.
Even with just a fleeting glimpse, Sheng Ning's face, which had become even more refined after undergoing the Purple Lightning Tribulation and undergoing a marrow cleansing, bore a striking resemblance to the person in the portrait.
My whole body felt like it was frozen.
Even the Netherworld Flames on his body were forgotten to escape until the wisp of flame darted into his meridians through the wound on his wrist.
The moment the intense burning pain struck, his pupils contracted sharply, and a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes as he looked at Sheng Ning.
"Good, good, so the person the Demon Lord has been looking for is right in front of me."
"If I were to take your head to the Demon Lord, it would surely be another great achievement."
"Even the Creator God and Nascent Soul stage cultivators are nothing more than this."
Sheng Ning listened as he said "good" three times in a row, and even said he would take her head to see the Demon Lord. The smile on her face did not reach her eyes.
She touched the blade of the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword, then said in a low voice, "You know too much. I don't mind sending you to see your Demon Lord right now."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
