The Holy Lady Lingwu stared at Xuan Ji, her heart filled with shock.
Her eyelids twitched and she thought of a possibility.
Could it be that Xuan Ji has fallen into the path of evil?
No, it's impossible. No matter who falls into the devil's trap, the Holy Son of Xuanhu Temple will never fall into the devil's trap.
Perhaps, Meng Wan used some means to coerce him.
"Saintess Lingwu, I have long heard of your great name. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is truly well-deserved."
While Saint Lingwu was feeling confused and puzzled, Meng Wan had already landed in front of her with a smile and greeted her.
Xuan Ji stood silently behind Meng Wan, with his hands clasped together, without saying a word.
Ling Wu came back to his senses, looked at Xuan Ji with complicated eyes, then looked at Meng Wan, and said in a less polite tone.
"Meng Shengzi, what do you mean?"
"It's nothing special. I just want to ask Fairy, have you ever done anything evil in your life?"
Meng Wan still had that smile on her face, and her tone was as casual as a greeting.
Ling Wu felt confused when he heard this.
She couldn't help but sneer, "Why should I explain my actions to others? Isn't it ridiculous that Master Meng asked such a question?"
Meng Wan sighed slightly, "Actually, I don't want to ask such a stupid question, but if you don't answer my question properly, maybe we'll have to fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of fighting spirit burst out from Meng Wan's body, causing Ling Wu's face to change slightly.
Recalling the information she had read about Meng Wan, Ling Wu's eyes flashed with fear, but she said unwillingly.
"I shall define what is good and evil! Those who obey me are good, and those who disobey me are evil!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Wu's face became serious, his aura suddenly changed, and a biting chill swept over him.
She stared at Meng Wan with a malicious look and warned, "Meng Wan, don't think I'm afraid of you. If you insist on becoming my enemy today, I will show no mercy!"
Meng Wan chuckled, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.
Ling Wu is a person who is consistent in her words and deeds, and her inner thoughts have been completely conveyed to Xuan Ji by the Heart-Eating Bug.
"Those who obey me are good, and those who disobey me are evil! In that case..."
The smile on Meng Wan's face grew even brighter. "If I kill you, it would be considered a good deed, and I would be acting in the name of justice!"
Ling Wu's face changed when he heard this, and the coldness in his eyes intensified, as if he had reached the limit of his endurance.
She flicked her fingers lightly, and a silver mist burst out from her fingertips and went straight to Meng Wan's throat.
Seeing this, Meng Wan moved and cleverly avoided the silver mist. At the same time, she slapped out with one palm, bringing up a powerful palm wind and directly hitting the spiritual mist.
Ling Wu hummed lightly, and khaki mist surged out from his body, blocking the oncoming palm wind.
The two men quickly engaged in a fight, constantly countering and exchanging moves.
Seeing this, Xuan Ji didn't just stand by and watch, but flew over to join the battle, causing Ling Wu's face to change drastically.
Could it be that this Buddhist disciple from Xuanhu Temple is someone else pretending to be him?
Although Ling Wu is the saint of Piaomiao Palace, she gradually seems unable to cope under the fierce offensive of Meng Wan and the double attack of Xuan Ji.
Ling Wu knew very well that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.
She was anxious and looked at Xuan Ji beside her and shouted angrily.
"Xuan Ji, you are willing to be a lackey of the Xuan Yin Sect. Do you know how outsiders will view you and the entire Xuan Hu Temple?"
However, Xuan Ji seemed not to have heard Ling Wu's words and remained expressionless.
Ling Wu was so angry that she gritted her teeth and raised her hand with hatred. A large pink mist surged out from her hand and instantly enveloped the surrounding space.
The thick fog blurred Meng Wan's vision, and Ling Wu took the opportunity to hide in the fog and disappeared.
Meng Wan held her breath and tried to avoid the pink mist, while activating the Blood Wheel Eye to search for traces of spiritual mist in the mist.
Xuan Ji looked around vigilantly, guarding against Ling Wu's sneak attack.
Seeing the fog getting thicker, Meng Wan frowned slightly, and the blood in her body surged silently.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful wind burst out from her body, tearing at the pink mist like a mad dragon, trying to blow it away.
The fog surged but did not dissipate. Instead, it spun strangely under the influence of the wind, forming a huge vortex.
Four figures slowly walked out of the vortex, and they were four identical spiritual mists.
There is no difference between these four spiritual mists, whether it is appearance, clothing, aura or cultivation, they are exactly the same.
They glanced at Meng Wan coldly, then flew away in four directions.
Meng Wan frowned. Ling Wu's clone technique was so exquisite that even she couldn't tell the real from the fake.
"Xuan Ji, can you tell which one is the real one?"
Xuan Ji slowly shook his head, "Each one of them looks real, I can't tell them apart."
Without further ado, Meng Wan made a prompt decision, "You go after the one on the east side, and I'll go after the one on the west side!"
Before he finished speaking, the two of them flashed and chased after their chosen targets.
The sharp sword energy cut through the sky. Meng Wan was as fast as lightning and soon caught up with Ling Wu who was fleeing to the west.
A blood-red sword light flashed, Ling Wu let out a scream, and the whole person turned into a ball of pink mist, and then dissipated.
At the same time, Xuan Ji also dealt with Ling Wu who had fled to the east.
Unfortunately, when the two of them took action to deal with Lingwu's clone, Lingwu, which had fled to the south and north, had completely disappeared.
Meng Wan was a little unhappy that she failed to kill Ling Wu.
However, after this battle, the opponent was seriously injured. When he meets her again next time, he might be able to keep her completely.
Meng Wan was about to take Xuan Ji away when she saw a group of monks in robes walking out of the woods ahead.
Seeing that the once holy and compassionate Buddha had mixed up with the evil cultivators of Xuanyin Sect, the monks' faces changed drastically.
"Senior Brother Xuanji!"
One of the young monks exclaimed, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, "You...you really gave up Buddhism and turned to magic?"
Several other monks also came forward, their faces filled with shock and sorrow.
Although they had heard from Uncle Yuanci that Xuan Ji had become possessed by a demon, they still found it hard to believe after seeing it with their own eyes.
The senior brother Xuan Ji, who was once compassionate and devoted to studying Buddhism, is now willing to associate with the evil cultivators and stand against them.
"Brother Xuanji, please stop now and turn back!"
The young monk stepped forward and tried to persuade him, "You are born with Buddha nature and should be a pillar of Buddhism. Why do you allow yourself to fall into depravity and embark on this path of no return?"
Xuan Ji was silent. Facing his former fellow disciples, he recalled that when he was still a Buddhist, he had advised other demon cultivators to turn back, and even took the initiative to "save" others.
Thinking about it now, it’s both absurd and ridiculous.
He himself has not yet attained Buddhahood, so what ability and qualifications does he have to save others?
Now he has abandoned Buddhism and turned to magic, not because he wants to fall into depravity, but because he wants to seek the true path.
Seeing that Xuan Ji remained silent, the young monk thought he had convinced him and immediately continued to persuade him.
Xuan Ji didn't express his opinion, but Meng Wan became a little impatient. These bald donkeys were so noisy!
She flicked her slender fingers lightly, and a stream of blood shot towards the monk standing in the front.
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