She just threw away the Netherworld Fire! She tossed it into the trash can and fed it to the dogs!
Don't be kind enough to give the Nine Netherworld Fire to Ye Si!
She thought that at least the people at Ye Si weren't bad people, but what happened?
Sheng Ning did not respond to the teasing from Ye Si across the street.
Her gaze was so resolute that Ye Si and the others couldn't help but suppress their laughter after seeing her unwavering eyes.
"Have you laughed enough? Just don't come crying and begging for mercy later."
"Brothers, I said before, it's better to die standing than to live on your knees, do you all still remember?"
The powerful and resonant voice echoed across every corner of the continent.
The army following behind Sheng Ning immediately raised their natal magical weapons.
"Better to die standing than to live on your knees!!!"
"Destroy the evil cultivators, annihilate the demons and monsters, and dominate the six realms!"
"From this day forward, the Sheng family army will live on forever!"
......
The stirring shouts reached his ears, even though Sheng Ning was only appearing on this battlefield in spirit form at this moment.
Yet, this scene still made me feel excited.
Looking at Sheng Ning before her, seeing the light in his eyes and the unrestrained pride in his brows, her heart pounded like a drum.
Just as the army's rousing shouts subsided, a fierce roar reached everyone's ears.
This was the first time Sheng Ning had seen the true form of Zhuzhao.
huge.
One stomp could kill hundreds or even thousands of evil cultivators.
But he was born with a soft and cute face, and his body was covered with long hair, making him look very soft and cuddly.
When Zhuzhao ran to Sheng Ning's side, he seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at where Sheng Ning was.
When all he could see was a fiery red sky, he turned his gaze away, opened his blood-red maw, and roared at Ye Si and the others.
Logically speaking, the human race's layout should not be inferior to that of the evil cultivators.
As the two sides launched their attacks on the battlefield, Sheng Ning, who was floating in mid-air, saw a group of demonic cultivators hiding in a corner, acting suspiciously and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
She suddenly understood why, in this great battle, the human race and the evil cultivators fought fiercely, but in the end, they only managed to draw.
Even Sheng Ning's mount, Zhuzhao, could easily deal with some of the evil cultivators.
Such a team can't be too bad, unless the evil cultivators hire outside help.
When Sheng Ning saw the demonic cultivator hiding in the corner, he instinctively rushed to 'Sheng Ning's' side and was about to warn him that there was an ambush.
Unfortunately, no matter what she said or did, she couldn't tell 'Sheng Ning' about this.
They watched helplessly as the evil cultivators, who were at a disadvantage, were attacked by the demonic cultivators hiding in the corner.
Just as Sheng Ning and the others were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and were thinking of going back to celebrate, they were caught off guard by the demonic cultivators' sneak attack.
Humanity suffered heavy losses, with corpses strewn across the land.
Sheng Ning looked at the scene before her. Even though the 'Sheng Ning' beside her had a high level of cultivation, she couldn't withstand the combined attack of the Evil Emperor and the Demon Lord.
Severely injured, Sheng Ning held the divine weapon and tried to stand up, but she stumbled.
In that instant, the Demon Lord's hand pierced her abdomen, his hand, covered in sticky blood, penetrating her stomach.
"A mere human dares to dream of dominating the six realms? Ignorant child, how laughable!"
The Demon Lord's mocking laughter was extremely grating and reached Sheng Ning's ears.
She wanted to help 'Sheng Ning' fight back, but as soon as she reached out, her fingers passed right through the other person's body.
A sense of powerlessness welled up within her, and Sheng Ning frowned, only able to watch helplessly as 'Sheng Ning' was defeated.
Sheng Ning knows 'Sheng Ning' best; even at the end of her life, she will not bow her head and admit defeat.
Even though her lower abdomen was pierced, she gritted her teeth and got up from the ground.
She could no longer gather spiritual power in her hands. Her spiritual root had been extracted by the Demon Lord and was now throbbing in the Demon Lord's palm, like an infant searching for its mother.
"Despicable and shameless!"
As Sheng Ning gritted her teeth and uttered these words, blood kept spilling from her throat.
Blood trickled down her chin from the corner of her lips. She pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to spurt blood, and took a deep breath, saying, "If I hadn't forgotten my cannons, I would have blown your whole place up!"
Sheng Ning: ......
No wonder she always had the urge to blast the demons to smithereens when she entered the demon realm.
Seeing her struggling in her death throes, the Demon Lord let out a hoarse laugh.
He glanced down at the five elemental roots in his hand, knowing that it was these things that made 'Sheng Ning' so powerful. Without hesitation, he crushed the five elemental roots.
Seeing this, Sheng Ning felt a pang of pain in her heart, and the light in the eyes of the 'Sheng Ning' in front of her also dimmed completely after her spiritual root was crushed.
Yan Qingqing, who was still fighting against the demonic and evil cultivators, was in no better condition than Sheng Ning.
Seeing her friend injured, Yan Qingqing was eager to break free from the demonic and evil cultivators' blockade, but ended up suffering severe injuries herself.
Both of the human race's leaders were seriously injured, with Sheng Ning having virtually no chance of survival.
The Demon Lord grabbed Sheng Ning by the back of his collar and said in a deep voice to the human cultivators, "Everyone, stop resisting. Your leader has already become my defeated foe."
"How long do you intend to continue resisting?"
The battlefield, which had been raging fiercely, suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were fixed on the fiery red figure in the Demon Lord's hand...
"It's frustrating, isn't it? Knowing the plot but being unable to save it."
Sheng Ning stood beside 'Sheng Ning', and she reached out countless times, wanting to hug the person in front of her.
No matter what she did, she could never hold it in her arms.
Simply because the space they inhabit does not belong to the same dimension.
The long sigh that suddenly sounded behind her made her freeze in her tracks.
Turning around in disbelief to look at the person behind her, Sheng Ning looked him up and down and said, "Master, what's wrong with you...?"
"How did I get here? Because I brought you here."
Mo Jingchun was still wearing that golden robe, and his handsome face no longer showed the same innocent and ignorant look, but rather a profound one.
With his hands behind his back, he approached Sheng Ning and pointed to the battlefield below. "I once wanted to save these people, but I couldn't control how the plot unfolded."
A look of pain appeared on his face.
If Sheng Ning still doesn't understand what he means, then she's lived in vain all these years.
She frowned slightly and asked, "Does Master mean that you are also a transmigrator?"
"A transmigrator?" Mo Jingchun chuckled lightly.
He turned his head to meet her gaze, then pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "I'm not only a transmigrator, I'm also that unlucky author!"
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