Seeing Lei Zhen in a trance, Meng Wan looked up leisurely with a half-smile in her eyes.
Lei Zhen wanted to risk getting injured and make her pay the price. He probably didn't know how big the gap between them was.
Several more sharp blood moon slashes condensed from the fingertips and slashed towards the opponent.
Although Lei Zhen was quite powerful, he was caught in a dilemma and in danger under Meng Wan's violent attack.
His robe was torn in several places and blood was dripping.
"The Thunder Dragon has arrived!"
Lei Zhen roared angrily, and lightning suddenly appeared on his body. The long spear in his hand turned into a dazzling lightning dragon and pounced towards Meng Wan.
Faced with such a powerful enemy, he did not dare to be careless at all and directly used his strongest attack.
A hint of solemnity flashed across Meng Wan's eyes, but there was no trace of fear.
A small dark green umbrella appeared in her palm in time and was opened gracefully.
The umbrella looked very thin and light, as if it would break if bent, but facing the attack of the thunder dragon, it was like a shield from wind and rain, easily blocking out all the lightning.
"How is that possible?!"
Lei Zhen stared at the dark green umbrella with his eyes almost popping out.
He never thought that his strongest attack could be so easily resolved by Meng Wan.
Just as he was horrified, something strange happened!
Lei Zhen's shadow suddenly stood up and turned into a blood-red figure exactly like him, and suddenly hugged him.
"No!"
Sensing danger, Lei Zhen's pupils shrank sharply and he tried to avoid the embrace of the blood-red shadow.
But it was too late.
Being hugged tightly by this blood-colored shadow, Lei Zhen couldn't help but shiver.
As he felt the restraining force spreading over his body, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.
Even though he had used his strongest attack, he was still no match for the evil cultivator from the Xuanyin Sect.
Today, he might die here!
Lei Zhen struggled while shouting at Meng Wan, "The elders said it's forbidden to attack one's own people. You're breaking the rules!"
Meng Wan sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, "Rules? The rules don't allow fellow disciples to kill each other, but we are not from the same sect."
Before she finished speaking, Meng Wan directly activated the Blood Demon Heavenly Evil Technique. A powerful suction force emanated from her body, enveloping Lei Zhen.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Lei Zhen screamed in horror. He felt that the blood and essence in his body were being rapidly drained away, and his vitality was also rapidly fading away.
He struggled desperately to resist the horrible suction, but to no avail.
"No... don't kill me, I'm the Holy Son of the Heavenly Thunder Sect..."
Lei Zhen's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
Meng Wan looked at the dying Lei Zhen, a cold smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
"I killed the Holy Son!"
The light in Lei Zhen's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body gradually became shriveled.
The shadow of death loomed over him, making him realize that there was no possibility of escape.
In despair, he began to curse, "Meng Wan! You cruel demon cultivator! You kill innocent people indiscriminately, you shall not die a good death!"
Meng Wan's expression was indifferent, and there was no fluctuation in her blood-red eyes.
She calmly asked, "Are you innocent? Do those wandering cultivators you hunted deserve to die?"
Lei Zhen was stunned, and the images of the wandering cultivators who were brutally killed by him and his companions half a minute ago emerged in his mind.
Before they died, they also showed despair in their eyes, knelt down and begged for mercy, or even cursed hysterically...
Lei Zhen was struck by lightning, and panic flashed in his eyes.
He has always believed that he is a disciple of a famous and upright sect, and that he killed those who deserved to be killed.
But now, Meng Wan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in his heart.
Are those independent cultivators who covet the mines necessarily the ones who deserve to be killed? Ultimately, they have done nothing wrong; they are simply too weak.
At this moment, Lei Zhen finally realized that what he had done was no different from that of a demon cultivator...
It's just a superficial facade.
While he was in a daze, Meng Wan sped up her practice, rapidly absorbing and refining the essence and blood in Lei Zhen's body.
Lei Zhen felt that the blood and essence in his body were rapidly draining away, but he no longer had the slightest desire to resist.
Finally, his shriveled body collapsed to the ground and turned into a pile of bones.
Meng Wan took out the special spiritual weapon distributed by the sect with an expressionless face and collected the residual souls of several people into it one by one.
These residual souls are an important basis for judging the completion of the task. The spiritual weapon in her hand is also distributed uniformly by the sect.
After collecting the remaining souls, she quickly collected all the spoils, then casually waved a few palms to erase all traces of the battle.
After confirming that no traces were left, Meng Wan activated the Blood Wheel Eye again to look for the next target.
After determining the new target, Meng Wan was about to follow, but was suddenly blocked by someone.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Meng, we meet again."
A young monk wearing a moon-white cassock appeared in front of Meng Wan. It was Xuanji, a Buddhist disciple from Xuanhu Temple.
Meng Wan felt her head throbbing. It was this same dog-skin plaster again.
She was very rude, "Just get out of here now, I don't have time to argue with you."
"The donor carries too much evil energy. I urge you to put down your butcher knife and stop committing murder."
Xuan Ji had a compassionate look on his face and a calm tone, yet his voice was filled with unquestionable firmness.
Meng Wan sneered in her heart, too lazy to waste time with Xuan Ji. With a flash of her body, she actually ran away on a beam of light.
However, Xuan Ji's speed was not slow either. He followed Meng Wan from a distance, still muttering to himself.
"Donor Meng, I have good intentions, but you are obsessed with it..."
Meng Wan became even more annoyed. Seeing that she couldn't get rid of this dog-skin plaster, she simply stopped, turned around and looked at Xuan Ji coldly.
"Master, since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!
After she finished speaking, she suddenly attacked, and a magical force hit Xuan Ji's face directly.
Xuan Ji was about to recite the scriptures when his mind suddenly became dazed for a moment. He was not careful and was actually concentrated by the power of the illusion.
In an instant, his vision went dark and he fell into chaos...
In the illusion created by Meng Wan, he was no longer the respected Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, but an ordinary child with no talent in the path of cultivating immortals.
The shabby thatched roof was leaking, and the dripping sound of water was like a life-threatening drumbeat, beating on Xuan Ji's heart again and again.
He curled up in the corner, his thin body trembling, his eyes full of fear and helplessness.
"You useless piece of shit! Look at you. You've been practicing for so long, and you can't even sense a trace of spiritual energy! You've brought shame upon our family!"
The man's rough voice echoed in the room, accompanied by the crisp sound of porcelain bowls breaking.
Xuan Ji bit his lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.
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