Feeding humans, she's serious

"You do think about them."

Ning Zhi squinted his eyes at him, as if he wanted to look straight into his eyes through the pair of white silks, "You'd better do what you say."

After leaving this sentence, Ning Zhi didn't look at Mu Nanxing any more, raised his whip and rose into the air.

Those people who were hidden in the clouds finally showed their figures. They had no faces, and the swords they swung in their hands were extremely sharp.

"That's..." Lin Zong, who was guarded by Lu Nian, saw the figure in midair. The devilish energy in his body was undisguised, and he was like a collection of evil thoughts.

The expressions of the disciples who were also seriously injured in the back changed.

Only this time, Lin Zong didn't give them a chance to speak. He looked directly at Lu Nian whose expression had not changed, and ordered, "Go and help him."

"If we keep being passive, we'll just be exhausted by countless attacks."

"Master, but..."

"Nothing but," Lin Zong covered his mouth, forcefully suppressed the blood rushing into his throat, and said calmly, "Leave us alone, I am the master of a sect, even if I try my best, I will protect my sect." disciple!"

Lu Nian knew that what he said was right, so he no longer hesitated at this moment, he clenched the sword in his hand and chased after him.

So what if there is a disparity in combat power?Sword cultivators will never doubt the sword in their hands!
Numerous splashes of wind and sand obscured his vision, and the sword in Lu Nian's hand was almost knocked off countless times. The suppression brought about by the disparity in strength was huge.

On the back of Lu Nian, Qian Qiuxue was also caught in a hard fight, the frost-like long sword kept slashing, facing the oncoming siege, Qian Qiuxue jumped up, but was still pierced through the shoulder by the spear.

She raised her head, like a butterfly with its wings cut off, slowly falling down.

"Sister-"

Noticing this scene, Lu Nian's eyes were about to burst, and he didn't hesitate to throw the sword to catch Qian Qiuxue, ignoring the long sword stabbing at him.

Throwing away the accompanying sword, Lu Nian has lost most of his strength now, his body was pierced by the long sword, and countless desperate blood slowly spread in his eyes.

can't fall...

Lu Nian's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Seeing that his heart was about to be pierced by a long sword, he stood up with force, and a phantom of a sword slowly appeared behind him.

This gave him the last chance to breathe, Lu Nian staggered, and picked up the broken sword on the ground again with the strength he didn't know where it came from.

"It's done like this again, Sword Cultivator of Canglan Sect."

Lu Nian was in a daze, and before he could tell where the sound was coming from, a familiar bone whip was tied around his waist.

All the long swords that had been flying were chopped into pieces. Lu Nian raised his head and saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.

Ning Zhi hangs high above the ruins, spiritual energy and demonic energy are intertwined, they are clearly separated and different, but they blend together without any sense of disobedience in him.

It seems that there is no emotional fluctuation in the whole body, but the hanging bone whip keeps saving the people who are about to die.

"boom--"

Lu Nian was thrown on the relatively flat ruins by the whip, and the words he wanted to say were instantly swallowed back. He got up, and suddenly a pill appeared in front of him.

Qian Qiuxue handed him the sword on his back, fed him the pills, and then pointed to the disciples around him and said, "Everyone here was rescued by him."

"The Scarlet Heaven Sect was also involved, and now only the Hehuan Sect, which is still far away, should have survived, but...if this continues, the situation will become extremely bad."

"Is there no way for us to resist?" Lu Nian picked up the sword, stroking the blade with his blood-oozing hands, his eyes that should have been broken by pain became firm again, "I am a sword repairer, I can't hide behind."

"and many more--"

At this moment, a figure hurried over interrupted their conversation. The person who came was wearing a very distinctive robe, and his tone was a little stiff: "Do you still want to continue to die?"

"My lord, this is our own decision."

Sword cultivators stood up one by one, and behind them, whether they were medical practitioners or craftsmen, they all took out all the good things they could.

Wu Wang frowned, and the two-way indifferent eyes reflected the embarrassment of the person in front of him, "Since you have decided, then go."

"After all, this place is just an illusion. No matter how powerful the opponent is, it has already fallen in the past..."

"As long as the will is stronger than fantasy, there may not be no way out."

At the end of the speech, Wu Wang looked at the people on the ruins who were desperately going down one by one, lowered his eyes to suppress the restless breath because of the blood, and directly took out the Qiankun stick that his master had given him.

In the battlefield full of killings, the Qiankun Rod slowly rose into the air emitting a gentle golden light. It was calm and silent, but it eased the expressions of the disciples who were on the verge of collapse.

Wuwang looked at the protective barrier set by the Qiankun Staff, and after confirming that it was safe, he stepped on the edge of the ruins and fell into the circle where the fighting was most intense. Ning Zhi felt another breath approaching, and said coldly: "Buddhist sect Wuwang...you still have evil thoughts on your body, and you are killing people like this, have you finally lived enough?"

Wu Wang didn't say a word, just lifted the black and yellow staff and directly turned over the approaching spear.

"It's not okay to continue like this..." Ning Zhi looked at his cut corner of his clothes, and finally showed some fluctuations on his face. Even if he was facing such countless enemies, he would not There will be some distress.

Now that it's all like this, then it doesn't matter if you let out the ancient devil's energy to make a big fuss, right?
Ning Zhi conveniently provoked an unlucky guy who was almost pierced by a thousand arrows, thinking about the success rate of doing so with a blank face.

Other than the possibility of exploding to death afterwards... there doesn't seem to be any disadvantages.

As if he had heard his thoughts, a part of the originally gloomy sky seemed to be forcibly erased, and a faint golden color gradually appeared. He bowed his head, quietly and reverently looking at the sky that brought a turnaround.

There, there was another familiar figure.

"Mu Nanxing..." Ning Zhi drew back and chased after him, leaving only a phantom that passed by quickly.

At this time, Mu Nanxing had already taken off the white silk that had been blindfolding his eyes, and for the first time those golden eyes were revealed. He looked at Ning Zhi who was rushing towards him, and his words were still familiar with gentleness: "I promise you Yes, I will do it."

"Gu Fanyin's body is fused with the Dao of Heaven. The first moment she entered this secret realm, she was taken away by the half body that had awakened her weak consciousness."

"Half body?" Ning Zhi stayed in the golden light, his expression became serious, "You mean, the Heavenly Dao she refined earlier was only a half body?"

"And the other half has already lost consciousness?"

"Yes, but the other half of the body already has only a trace of the power of heaven." Mu Nanxing affirmed what he said, and looked at the monk below, with a trace of inimitable divinity in those golden eyes, "That heaven, Take Gu Fanyin back to the past, when everything has not yet begun."

Ning Zhi was stunned, and before he could speak, he watched Mu Nanxing's figure gradually fade away, as if he would disappear in the next second.

At this time, the real cause and effect are no longer important.

Ning Zhi asked directly: "You can let me go back to the past, right?"