Sheng Ning hadn't originally intended to kill Mi Hun directly.
After all, Soul Extinction is so powerful that it must hold a certain position among the demons.
With her methods of tormenting people, there's nothing she can't get out of them.
To her surprise, Miehun knew so much and even said she looked like the creator god.
With a light click of her tongue, Sheng Ning, who only wanted to keep a low profile, immediately looked up at Miehun.
Those eyes, which used to look at their senior brothers with a well-behaved and obedient demeanor, occasionally flashed with a teasing and cunning smile.
At this moment, it was filled with a ruthlessness that Su Daiyuan and the others had never seen before.
He tossed the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword into the air, and in the next instant, the Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed, a technique previously only known to Qi Wenyao, appeared behind Sheng Ning.
After the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword clone appeared, a silver, enhanced laser cannon also appeared in her hand.
The moment the divine artifact appeared, the expression on Miehun's face, who had previously disregarded her, immediately turned cold.
"As expected of the creator god, he even has divine artifacts."
Sheng Ning was getting impatient. Why did he keep revealing her identity when he was just talking?
Is she afraid others won't know who she is?
With even greater impatience in her eyes, Sheng Ning flicked her finger, and the enhanced laser cannon landed, its muzzle aimed directly at Miehun.
Faced with the oppressive power of the two divine artifacts, Miehun stopped being sarcastic and instead became extremely focused.
He was unaware of the purpose of the laser cannon.
But that's a divine weapon; he's not one of those clueless lackeys, and he won't underestimate it.
The moment his finger twitched, the clone's eight-star Kunwu sword flew towards him.
The enhanced laser cannons on the ground seemed to have eyes; no matter where he ran, the cannons would always aim at him immediately.
Mi Hun did not underestimate his opponent, but he also did not take the two divine artifacts too seriously.
After all, Sheng Ning, who controlled the divine artifact, was only a Nascent Soul cultivator. Normally, he could crush such a cultivator with just a flick of his finger.
It was like crushing an ant.
Therefore, when the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword flew towards him, he only dodged the sword and ignored the laser cannons on the ground.
When the laser beams struck his body, the burning sensation was no less intense than the pain of the Netherworld Fire surging into his meridians.
In an instant, Soul Extinction, which had just been slightly relieved from the burning pain of the Netherworld Fire, once again began to flee in all directions.
His actions were observed by the demon army below, and the army's morale instantly panicked, quickly revealing their weaknesses.
Even if Su Daiyuan and the others exhausted their spiritual energy.
Seeing that the demon army was in disarray, the six immediately stuffed a few more spirit-replenishing pills into their mouths and then charged toward the army's weakness.
Above them.
Pursued by the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword and laser cannon beams, Miehun gradually calmed down amidst the chaos.
He glanced back at Sheng Ning, who was not far behind him, a bloodthirsty killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"You mere Nascent Soul cultivator? I'll kill you to entertain my Demon Lord!"
Realizing that Miehun was enraged, Sheng Ning pursed her lips and dodged the opponent's slightly sluggish spiritual attack.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The wind was very strong in mid-air.
The wind blew up her long hair at her temples, messing up her black hair.
The Invincible Sect's robes are moon-white, but only under light can the dark patterns embroidered on them be seen.
It was a cloud of auspiciousness, symbolizing good fortune and aspirations for a better future, and also signifying the Master's blessings upon them.
Since putting on this clan robe, Sheng Ning has never changed into any other clothes.
Her fingers gently caressed her wide sleeves, and just as she activated her spiritual power, a ray of golden light flashed from the dark patterns on her robes.
The golden light flashed so fast that bystanders couldn't see it at all.
Just as Miehun saw her dodge his attack and was about to strike again, he saw that Sheng Ning, who had been standing in front of him just a moment ago, suddenly disappeared.
A sudden cold sweat broke out on my back.
When he noticed the sound of breathing, Miehun suddenly turned around.
The sharp pain in his forehead made his eyes widen in horror.
Behind him.
Sheng Ning held the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword, the tip of which was pointed directly at his brow.
The instant he turned his head, she flicked her wrist, and the tip of the sword pierced straight into the center of his brow.
Unable to believe what had just happened, Miehun stammered, "How could you...?"
"As you can see, the earth shrinks to an inch, ten thousand swords are unleashed at once, the Flying Phoenix Sword."
"Perhaps you are right, I am the reincarnation of the creator god, so I am blessed with good fortune and will not die easily."
"On the contrary, it is your demon race that is in danger."
Sheng Ning's words completely enraged Miehun.
He ignored the laser cannons still firing at him from behind, and the pain of the Netherworld Fire burning his meridians.
He raised his hands, and the two huge energy balls in his hands also caused Sheng Ning to look astonished.
She never expected that Miehun would want to perish together with her.
The two enormous energy spheres in his hands contained the power of his divine soul.
If he were released, he would surely die.
But she is now merely a Nascent Soul cultivator, so being buried with her is inevitable.
A tightness gripped his throat, and Sheng Ning's Adam's apple bobbed as he held onto the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword.
Seeing that she didn't even try to run, Mi Hun grinned menacingly at her with his blood-covered face. "Why aren't you running?"
"Can you escape?" Sheng Ning looked into his eyes.
With a forceful movement of her wrist, the tip of the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword almost pierced through Miehun's entire skull.
Mi Hun seemed oblivious to pain, the energy ball in his hand growing larger and larger. "You're right, you can't escape."
"I am merely a subordinate of the Demon Lord. As long as the Demon Lord is alive, the unification of the six realms by the Demon Race is just around the corner."
“But you are different, Creator God. Killing you is a win for me.”
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ning suddenly laughed.
Seeing that she was not only not afraid, but even dared to laugh, Miehun's ferocious expression revealed a hint of shame and anger. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your ignorance." Sheng Ning stared intently at him. "You know I am the creator god, so you should also be able to see that this body of mine is not very old."
"You said my soul was shattered back then, and that's true, it was indeed shattered, but as you can see, so what if my soul was shattered? I've been reincarnated now."
"With your cultivation level, you shouldn't be able to destroy my soul and spirit. As long as my soul and spirit remain, I can still reincarnate and continue to be my savior."
"But you, you tried to kill me with your soul power. After this move, your soul will be destroyed, and the demonic cultivator who destroys souls will no longer exist in the world."
Sheng Ning was just short of raising her hand to cover her mouth and bursting out laughing.
She said this with a faint smile on her lips the whole time.
After hearing what she said, a look of confusion immediately appeared on Miehun's blood-covered face.
The little white dumpling, perched on Sheng Ning's shoulder, paused for a moment after hearing her words.
'It has to be you; your brainwashing skills are still so strong.'
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