Qiuhong was startled and quickly condensed a spiritual power shield to barely block the sudden attack.
"Sir Saint, what do you mean?!"
Qiuhong's face suddenly changed and she asked harshly.
Meng Wan did not answer. She raised her left hand and flipped the long table between them away. She moved her body slightly and instantly approached Qiuhong.
Her moves are simple and sharp, but they contain a heart-pounding pressure, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
Although Qiu Hong was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, she was defeated by Meng Wan's fierce attack.
The two men clashed fiercely in the small space, and the air waves generated by the collision of spiritual power shattered the surrounding tables and chairs.
Even this humble house was not spared.
He Xianzhi was horrified watching from the side, but did not step forward to intervene.
He is not as stubborn as Qiuhong, but it is not bad to take the opportunity to see Meng Wan's strength.
Meng Wan was very fast, and each of her attacks landed precisely on the weak points in Qiu Hong's defense.
There was a flash of horror in Qiuhong's eyes. Is this the combat power of the Son of God?
He was actually able to fight against her, a cultivator at the fifth level of Golden Core, with his cultivation level of the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, without being at a disadvantage.
But at the moment Qiuhong lost consciousness, a strange blood-colored mist spread out and instantly enveloped Qiuhong.
Qiuhong only felt that the scene before her eyes was distorted and her mind was in a trance, as if she was in a sea of blood.
Then, with a "slap", the crisp sound of slapping resounded throughout the room.
Qiuhong was knocked over in the air and fell heavily to the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Meng Wan then retracted the mist and slowly walked in front of Qiuhong, looking down at her miserable appearance with a cold smile on her lips.
"Now, do you think I'm qualified?"
Qiuhong only felt a burning pain on her cheeks and a bloody taste in her mouth.
But she didn't dare to harbor any resentment. Meng Wan's attack just now seemed fierce, but in fact, it left room for her to maneuver.
If not, she would have been seriously injured by now. How could it be as simple as being slapped?
A strong sense of fear instantly swept over her body, and she realized that she had underestimated the strength of this young saint.
"Holy Son, spare my life! I know I was wrong!"
Qiuhong quickly stood up, knelt in front of Meng Wan, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.
Seeing this, He Xianzhi, who was standing by, became even more wary of Meng Wan.
Sure enough, those who can become the Son of God are all monsters.
For them, killing enemies of higher levels is as easy as breathing or drinking water.
He Xianzhi did not dare to hesitate and quickly knelt down to express his loyalty, "The Holy Son's divine power is unparalleled. I am willing to follow him until death!"
Meng Wan felt quite happy as she watched the two men surrender.
When she had fought with Ling Wu before, she had seen Ling Wu use fog magic, which could change the fog into thousands of shapes.
Recalling that she had roughly learned a technique called "Blood Mist Sutra" in the Blood Dao Palace.
So when going to the Meng family, Meng Wan took the time to study this technique and figured out several uses of the blood mist.
At the moment, it seems that whether turning the blood mist into a cage or integrating the blood mist into the illusion is a good idea.
Meng Wan smiled faintly, "Get up, it's okay as long as you admit your mistakes. Remember, I, Meng Wan, don't need anyone to question my actions."
"Yes! I will remember this!"
Qiuhong and He Xianzhi quickly stood up, lowered their heads and dared not look directly at Meng Wan.
Meng Wan nodded in satisfaction and then ordered, "Gather all the disciples in the base and act immediately."
Near the Xuanyin Sect's stronghold, a restless atmosphere surged like an undercurrent.
The foundation-building disciples no longer practiced individually as usual, but moved around frequently, with strange and excited lights flashing in their eyes.
It seems like something big is about to happen.
Naturally, this unusual movement could not escape the spies stationed here by the Jinyun Sect.
The Xuanyin Sect established a stronghold here and was able to track down almost all of the Jinyun Sect's secret agents.
On the contrary, the people of Jinyun Sect had already discovered the stronghold of Xuanyin Sect.
It's just that both sides have always been cautious, which is why they can live in peace and maintain the apparent peace.
But at this moment, with the unusual movements of the Xuanyin Sect disciples, this delicate tranquility was broken.
The monks of Jinyun Sect began to become alert, and a sense of unease spread among the crowd.
They didn't understand why the Xuanyin Sect suddenly made such a big move.
Although there have been frictions between them and the people from the Xuanyin Sect stationed here over the years, there has never been a large-scale conflict.
Once a full-scale war breaks out, both sides will suffer losses and it will benefit no one.
However, before they could figure out the reason, the people from Xuanyin Sect had quickly gathered and came to kill them.
Leading the way were two Jindan managers, Qiu Hong and He Xianzhi. They had cold eyes and exuded a murderous aura.
Following closely behind were more than a hundred foundation-building monks.
They all looked excited, as if they were infused with some fanatical belief.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, Fellow Daoist He, what do you mean by this?"
Elder Zhang, the head of the Jinyun Sect, asked sternly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
He really couldn't understand why the other party was so confident.
Aren’t they afraid of both sides suffering losses?
Qiu Hong sneered, "What do you mean? Of course I'm sending you on your way!"
Before she finished her words, she took the initiative to attack, and a sharp sword energy went straight towards Elder Zhang.
He Xianzhi followed closely behind, and a ghost knife cut through the void, making a sharp whistling sound, and headed straight for another Jindan elder.
"kill!!"
Upon seeing this, the foundation-building cultivators of Xuanyin Sect immediately rushed forward and engaged in battle with the people of Jinyun Sect.
The light of spells and spiritual weapons instantly intertwined into a gorgeous web of death.
Although the monks of Jinyun Sect fought hard, the people of Xuanyin Sect were like chickens with their blood pumped up, and were not afraid of death.
The metallic clang of swords clashing, the roar of spells exploding, and the roars and screams of the monks intertwined into a terrifying melody of death.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a strong fluctuation of spiritual power.
People kept falling down wailing, while others rushed in shouting.
The last Jindan cultivator of Jinyun Sect was a white-haired old woman.
Seeing the tragic situation, she was about to intervene when she suddenly felt her hair stand on end.
The white-haired old woman subconsciously jumped forward and then looked back.
I saw a blood mist rising from where she was originally, and a figure slowly emerged from it.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The blood mist dissipated, and Meng Wan's figure was completely revealed.
She was wearing a black dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting.
The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her whole body exuded a dangerous aura.
The white-haired old woman's pupils suddenly contracted, and she recognized the person at a glance.
She finally understood why the people of Xuanyin Sect were so confident - with the Holy Son of Demon around, they did have the capital.
"Meng Wan!"
The white-haired old woman gritted her teeth and spat out the name, her voice full of fear and hatred.
Remembering the sect's instructions, she hurriedly took out a jade talisman and crushed it.
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