"And you, you deserve to die too!"
Whoosh! Snap!
Ling Quan's eyes glazed over, and a black hole the thickness of a finger suddenly appeared between his brows, from which dark red blood gushed. With a final moment of disbelief, he collapsed with a thud. The dignified Lord of the True Martial Hall didn't even have time to let out a scream before his soul vanished and he turned to ashes!
The crimson light faded, revealing a cold and aloof face, but with a sharp edge to her brows. Her beautiful eyes shifted slightly as she looked at the dazed Qingdai Fairy, who jumped in fright and knelt down, exclaiming:
"Ru Shuang! It's you! Show mercy! For the sake of our past sect ties, spare my life!"
"In the past? The sect?"
Leng Rushuang looked puzzled. These two words seemed unfamiliar to her. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and lightly tapped her slender fingers. Several streams of purple demonic energy rushed straight towards Fairy Qingdai. While the latter was stunned, her hands and feet were bound by the demonic energy, and she was trapped on the spot.
After doing all this, Leng Rushuang turned and walked towards Li Sisui, who was still unconscious, covered in a layer of demonic energy. Leng Rushuang raised her hand and absorbed the demonic energy, then glanced at her sides and frowned slightly, saying:
"Where is this place? Why does it feel so stifling?"
Before anyone knew it, Daoist Fengteng, supported by a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect, arrived before him. Seeing Leng Rushuang's question, he quickly and cautiously replied:
"Greetings, Fairy Leng. This is the Valley of Saints, the place where the Saint's Palace descended!"
"Valley of Sages? Then this is Sage Hill? Why can't I sense even a trace of spiritual energy? It's just oppressive!"
Feng Teng Dao Ren frowned. After a brief sensing, he realized that after the demon statue disappeared, the vacuum zone of Saint Valley was flooded with spiritual energy from the surrounding area. How could Leng Ru Shuang not have sensed such a dense spiritual energy?
But seeing Leng Rushuang's ruthless methods just now, Feng Teng Daoren dared not say anything more, fearing that if he said something wrong, he might provoke her again. Given her current temperament, it was not impossible for her to kill him with a single stroke. Thinking of this, Feng Teng Daoren immediately stopped talking and stood awkwardly to the side...
Just then, Li Sisui, who had been unconscious, slowly awoke and muttered unconsciously:
"Cough, cough, I wonder if that magic talisman will even work. Maybe it's a counterfeit..."
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