I hope everything goes smoothly.
What do you mean by "slaughtering the village and becoming a demon"? Those villagers were all ghosts who had taken over human bodies. What kind of beings were they that dared to let her sister bear the name of a killing god?
A rare hint of malice flashed in the woman's eyes as she gazed at the thick white mist that had re-condensed at the entrance, her mind heavy with worry.
.
One after another, more people who had been traveling with Song Tingwan and the others were thrown in.
Song Tingwan and her apprentice curiously counted the number of people; there should still be a few short.
She didn't understand formations, and her little apprentice found them even more perplexing. Meanwhile, Shen Zhuochuan and the others were still working on breaking the formation, while the two of them were lost in thought.
"Master, that annoying Immortal Lord Zewu didn't come in."
Song Tingwan nodded expressionlessly.
She discovered it.
Once she regained consciousness, she noticed that Zewu hadn't come in.
She looked at everyone who was thrown in after that, but Zewu was still not among them.
Just then.
With a rumbling sound, the world, filled with white mist, suddenly shook.
Song Tingwan was supported by Baili Xijiang, and just as she stood up, she was lifted up by some force.
"Master!"
This was the first time Baili Xijiang had reacted so quickly, gripping his master's hand tightly.
Both of them were lifted up. The enormous, invisible force seemed somewhat annoyed, shaking Song Tingwan while Baili Xijiang gritted his teeth and held on tightly.
Shen Zhuochuan and Aji quickly floated over, one hugging the other's waist and the other holding her hand.
Not one of them let go.
Upon seeing this, Lord Yanshan and Su Xi quickly used their cultivation to try and intercept them.
The others were shocked, but they did as they were told and tried to keep Song Tingwan there.
Although the situation was not right and there was even some tension.
But Song Tingwan was in Shen Zhuochuan's arms, with her hands held by her apprentice and Aji, one on each side.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Still laughing."
Shen Zhuochuan was both angry and helpless. He used his cultivation to attack the white mist hand formed by the power, while sighing with his head down.
Song Tingwan suppressed her smile, realizing she didn't even have the hands to use her cultivation.
"If you only want my soul, you might want the elixir, or you might want my death."
Song Tingwan analyzed the situation calmly.
Zewu didn't come in; something's wrong.
She's probably not of much use to the villagers; it's unlikely the mountain god wants her to refine elixirs.
If that's the case, then the mountain god might be the work of some people from the Six Realms.
After all, ordinary people who are truly isolated from the outside world would never know her.
Thinking this, the white mist hand seemed to get angry and, without saying a word, turned into mist and enveloped her.
Shen Zhuochuan felt his arms suddenly go empty as a cloud of white mist enveloped Song Tingwan and pulled her towards the entrance.
A dragon roared.
The white dragon's soul soared into the sky, followed closely by demonic energy.
They rushed out together as the entrance disappeared.
Su Xi and Yan Shanjun exchanged a glance and twitched their lips.
"What's the big deal about us struggling to create a crack?"
After Song Tingwan was taken away, the two men, as if breaking through their limits, managed to squeeze out of the door that had never been closed in the blink of an eye.
“We're strong enough,” Su Xi said, shrugging.
He then looked at the group of monks and offered words of comfort.
“These sisters are all favored by the heavens, and the Demon Lord and Venerable Yun Chuan are both young powerhouses, so it’s no wonder they are also favored by the heavens. With them out there, we can’t possibly die.”
Su Xi has always believed in Song Tingwan's good fortune.
Some even blindly believed that she could always create miracles.
Little Sleepyhead, we're counting on you guys again this time.
Su Xi and Yan Shanjun, both at the Tribulation Transcending stage and having exhausted their cultivation, sat in meditation with somber expressions.
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