The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 157 Something happened?
If you talk too much, it will seem fake.

Yu Cheng looked sincere and smiled at Song Wanning.

Feng Lanxi was even more confused when she saw this. "Brother, what are you talking about? What great favor?"

"nothing."

Yu Cheng smiled but said nothing. This was a secret between him and Song Wanning, and there was no need to let anyone else know.

Feng Lanxi curled her lips when she heard this, but did not ask any further questions.

"By the way, I heard that Fellow Daoist Song is still looking for Xifengsha?"

"Ah."

Song Wanning nodded. The purpose of her coming to Wuyou Sea was Xifengsha.

"I have seen Xifengsha before. Brother Song, would you like to come with us?" Yu Cheng offered to take her to find Xifengsha, and Song Wanning naturally would not refuse.

"Walk."

She nodded very decisively and followed with the two mermaids.

With three people and two mermaids, the team looks quite spectacular.

In addition, the cultivation levels of several of them were not low, so they did not encounter any obstacles along the way and successfully collected the Xifeng Sand.

Yu Cheng probably guessed what Song Wanning wanted to do, but he did not say it out loud. He just exchanged communication talismans with her.

"If you have any questions, Brother Song, you can ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

"Take care of yourself."

Song Wanning and her senior brother and sister Feng Lanxi parted ways. After watching them leave the Worry-Free Sea, her gaze returned to the mermaid.

Raising her hand, she touched the mermaid's head, looked at its confused eyes, raised her big palm and covered its head. In just a moment, the master-servant contract was terminated.

The merman was startled, "Master, what are you doing?"

It is ready to follow its master and leave the Worry-Free Sea.

Song Wanning looked at it, her eyes still indifferent.

"You are no longer useful to me. We will never meet again."

She turned around and swam towards the sea without any sign of reluctance.

The mermaid was stunned as she watched her leave, and for some reason her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Master...you are just hard on the outside but soft on the inside!"

It held Jiao Jiao's hand tightly, bit its lip, and ultimately did not catch up.

There is still a responsibility that it needs to bear, and it is reluctant to leave Jiao Jiao.

"Master, you must be well..."

...

"Humph, this guy... really has a broken mouth!"

Feng Jiuxiao witnessed all this and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

It's a miracle that Song Wanning is still alive today.

She looked down at Ye Chuxue at her feet, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

This woman almost caused her to suffer a great loss, and she couldn't just let it go like this.

Heaven wants to protect Ye Chuxue, but she won't let him have his way.

As for the Heavenly Punishment...

Feng Jiuxiao raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of provocation.

Anyway, she is just a wisp of divine consciousness, and it can be destroyed at will.

Whoever makes her uncomfortable will be unhappy!

Thinking of this, she looked deeply in the direction where Song Wanning left, and then slapped Ye Chuxue with her palm.

This palm gathered all her remaining energy.

The big palm fell rapidly, and the thunder from the sky fell again with great momentum.

But in the end, Feng Jiuxiao was one step faster, and the big palm arrived as expected, and the huge force completely covered Ye Chuxue.

The next moment, thunder with strong murderous aura struck down.

"Hahaha--"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed heartily a few times, and his spiritual thoughts dissipated in the thunder tribulation.

The thunderbolt disappeared, revealing Ye Chuxue's seriously injured figure.

Her clothes were shredded, her bones were broken, and her dantian was damaged...

The spiritual energy in her dantian leaked out crazily, and her cultivation level was rapidly regressing! The bead disappeared, and she slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

……

Wentian Sect, Xuelai Peak.

Gu Qingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the side.

His face was pale and blood was gushing out. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The divine consciousness was destroyed and the soul was damaged!
Gu Qingyuan's pupils trembled slightly, and he stood up despite the severe pain.

"First Snow..."

Something happened to the first snow.

He suddenly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out two pills from his storage bag and stuffed them into his mouth.

But the soul is damaged, and even with the nourishment of elixirs, it is impossible to recover so quickly.

Gu Qingyuan struggled to take out Ye Chuxue's soul lamp from the storage bag.

The originally burning and jumping flames were now as if they were drenched by rain, flickering and flickering.

It seems that it can be easily extinguished by a gust of wind.

Seeing this, he groaned anxiously, and a bloody feeling surged in his throat.

Who is that person?

She could actually shatter his divine consciousness with just one palm! How could Ye Chuxue offend such a person?

Gu Qingyuan's mind was a little confused. If he had known this would happen, he should not have let Ye Chuxue leave the sect alone.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He forced himself out despite his injuries and walked into the night following the guidance of the soul lamp.

His figure was so fast that before Lu Nanfeng, who was standing at the door, could call out to him, he had already disappeared.

Lu Nanfeng only caught a glimpse of the soul lamp that was about to go out, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Who else besides Ye Chuxue can let Gu Qingyuan hold the soul lamp in his hand?
Did something happen to Ye Chuxue?

Lu Nanfeng's face instantly turned pale, and he hurriedly took out the communication talisman to send a message to Ye Chuxue, but there was no response.

At this moment, he was almost certain that something had happened to Ye Chuxue.

"No, I have to go find Junior Sister Ye!"

Whenever Lu Nanfeng thought that something might have happened to Junior Sister Ye, his heart ached with anxiety.

He didn't have time to report to the sect and immediately followed.

When he arrived at the sect gate, he thought of Bai Yang. The more people searching, the more hope there would be.

Can……

His inner selfish desires took over, and he hoped that he would be the one to save Ye Chuxue.

If I save her, maybe Junior Sister Ye will fall in love with me.

Lu Nanfeng hesitated for only a moment, and the next second he rushed out of the sect gate and disappeared under the starlight.

……

After coming out of the Worry-Free Sea, Song Wanning flew towards the nearest forest.

Breathing the fresh air outside, she felt very refreshed.

Given Feng Jiuxiao's personality, Ye Chuxue would definitely not get away with it.

The Heavenly Dao is also generous and always arranges for the inheritance of some important figures to be given to Ye Chuxue. Naturally, the risks when facing backlash are greater.

The one who should be having a headache now should be Gu Qingyuan.

Thinking of this, Song Wanning curled the corners of her lips and found a tree trunk in the dense forest to rest for a while.

The golden sword fell on her shoulder with a thud. "Sister, why did you let the mermaid go? Those mutant mermaids are rare!"

The mutated mermaid can both heal and poison, making her a very good assistant.

I thought the owner would keep it with me forever, but unexpectedly he took the initiative to terminate the contract.

Song Wanning sat cross-legged on the tree trunk. Upon hearing this, she closed her eyes and said calmly, "To a certain extent, I was able to obtain the immortal weapon and inheritance this time, thanks to the help of the mermaid."

"Besides, I can't use it for poisoning or healing."

"It's better to let it go free."

She is not a selfless person. If the mermaid can bring her many benefits, she will naturally choose to keep it.

But its advantages happened to collide with its own strengths.

To say that it is useless is not an exaggeration.

(End of this chapter)