Rong Zhuo is dead.
Sheng Ning didn't even move her hand.
When those purple lightning bolts struck him, they nearly hit her as well.
Fortunately, Qin Chuan intervened in time to save her from suffering the same fate.
A burnt smell permeated the crisp air.
Sheng Ning looked down at Rong Zhuo lying at her feet, because the lightning had struck from above his head, and his precious robes could not withstand the lightning.
At this moment, he lay on the ground in a strange posture. Even a powerful cultivator at the Mahayana Realm could not escape the punishment of Heaven.
"Sheng Ning, are you alright?"
A low, husky voice sounded in my ear.
As soon as Sheng Ning looked up, she saw Qin Chuan staring at her with a worried look.
She curled her lips into a smile and shook her head, saying, "What could possibly happen to me?"
"Just now Rong Zhuo mentioned your master..."
Since leaving the Taixu Sect, Qin Chuan has abandoned even the respectful way he used to address Rong Zhuo, and now speaks of Rong Zhuo by his full name.
Sheng Ning understood the meaning behind his words.
This was because they were afraid that Rong Zhuo's words would cause her to worry and create a rift between her and her master.
She shrugged and laughed, "Seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily deceiving. There are a thousand different opinions among a thousand people."
“I said my master is a good person, but perhaps because he never saved someone, someone will hold a grudge against him and say he is a bad person.”
"In this situation, why should I waste my breath? Wouldn't it be more useful to find my master sooner and ask where the remaining totems are?"
Rong Zhuo has lived for tens of thousands of years. Even if he were still alive, he would not tell Sheng Ning and the others where the remaining totems are.
As for Xuanming, who colluded with him...
Sheng Ning turned her head to look at Xuan Ming not far away. The latter noticed her gaze on him and his body stiffened involuntarily.
He immediately realized his fear of her, that he was actually afraid of a Nascent Soul cultivator in his teens.
Filled with resentment, he changed his previous demeanor and glared at her fiercely.
Seeing that he had stopped pretending, Sheng Ning's smile deepened.
She turned to look at Qin Chuan and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, please wait a moment. I will go and call Senior Brother and Fellow Daoist Qi."
Su Daiyuan and Qi Wenyao were still unconscious.
The tea room table was overturned early in the morning by the earthquake caused by lightning striking the ground.
The two were fast asleep on the ground, completely unaware of what was happening outside.
Sheng Ning squatted down in front of the two of them and poked their arms. When they didn't react, her gaze fell on Xuan Ming again.
"Demon Lord, you've been colluding with Rong Zhuo for so long, you should know what kind of drug Rong Zhuo used on my senior brothers, right?"
Xuanming didn't say anything, but just snorted and turned his head to the side.
Upon seeing this, Ye Si, who was standing nearby, scoffed, "What are you so arrogant about? Do you even know where you are in this situation?"
"If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The current Night Market is nothing more than a fireball.
Xuanming believed that he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.
Just as the fireball drifted up to his head, a ghostly voice rang in his ear.
"If you don't speak, I'll burn all the hair on your body!"
Xuanming, “…Ye Si, you’re despicable!”
Ye Si pouted, "Yes, yes, you're so high and mighty, so amazing. You won't tell me where the antidote is, huh? Well then, I'll get right to it~"
When a small flame flickered on Xuanming's head, the latter was bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, and his entire magical power was suppressed.
Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as his hair was burned away, unable to do anything to stop it.
A foul, burnt smell wafted through the air again.
Xuanming clenched his fists and turned his head to look at the ashes of his own hair on his shoulder. His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was filled with a desire to strangle the culprit.
Unfortunately, Ye Si was already dead.
Seeing that Xuanming's aura was low, Sheng Ning and Ye Si still felt it wasn't enough.
As she gently stroked the worm clinging to her arm, Sheng Ning whispered, "I wonder if you have any methods for dealing with thermal expansion and contraction here."
"In a little while, my dear boy, you breathe dragon's breath on the Demon Lord and burn him to death. This will be a good opportunity to test the expansion and contraction of heat and see if you can make the Demon Lord's blood vessels and spiritual roots burst."
Xuanming remained unmoved.
The night breeze was slightly cool; it's always windy on the mountaintop.
A gust of wind blew by, scattering the layer of dust from Xuanming's head, leaving only his round head perched on his neck, bathed in the dazzling moonlight.
Just as Elder Qian was about to step forward and tell Qin Chuan and Sheng Ning to stop fooling around,
Sheng Ning has already taken action.
As a civilized person in a civilized society, Sheng Ning is vengeful, but he would not resort to ruthless means.
Having read so many novels, she was quite adept at tormenting people.
Even a cultivator would find dragon breath unbearable.
Add to that the scorching heat of the Netherworld Fire.
Xuanming's already sickly pale face was now flushed and pale in turns, making him look quite pitiful.
Finally, just as the pig-worm's dragon breath landed on him once again.
The Demon Lord, who had always stood tall, knelt down in front of everyone.
My whole body was soaked, and I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the heat.
He was trembling all over, even his teeth were chattering as he spoke, "Sheng Ning, kill me!"
How could the Demon Lord so easily beg for death?
Sheng Ning raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on her delicate face. "You flatter me, Demon Lord. If I were to kill you, the Demon Clan would surely hunt me down all over the world."
"But it's different when you're in my hands. I can find five fine horses, tie them to your limbs and head respectively, and let the five horses run separately."
"In this way, the Demon Lord will experience what it means to be torn apart by five horses."
"I'll also chop off half of your teeth, stuff ice cubes into your mouth, and shove the sourest of spirit fruits into it. That kind of pain that shoots straight to the top of your head is the most exhilarating..."
When Sheng Ning said these words, his tone was very calm, as if he were saying that the night was nice.
However, the speaker may have been unintentional, but the listener took it to heart.
Even a pervert like Ye Si couldn't help but tremble after hearing her bizarre remarks, even though his body was made of fireballs.
"Enough!"
Xuanming's weak but sharp shout interrupted the dirty trick she was about to finish.
He looked up, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him, "Sheng Ning, you..."
"Alright, stop whining and being so long-winded. Ye Si is much more manly than you."
"Quickly tell me where the antidote is. Don't worry, I will definitely kill you and Shi Yueyao in the future."
The villain dies from talking too much.
Sheng Ning already knew this principle.
However, her patience always quickly runs out whenever she hears the villain talk too much.
Xuanming was surprised by how quickly her attitude changed.
A look of surprise appeared between his brows and eyes. He blinked his moist eyelashes and his thin, bloodless lips parted slightly.
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