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

Chapter 844 Island Dispute
The black dot, not expecting to be surrounded by flames, panicked and began to struggle frantically.

Song Wanning scanned the area with her divine sense and discovered that the black dot was actually a small black insect.

On the abdomen of the little insect, there was a red thing that looked quite strange.

"Chi chi chi——"

The insects, roasted by the fire, began to scream in agony.

At this moment, a figure emerged from the nearby island, glaring fiercely at Song Wanning.

"Release it right now!!"

His commanding voice suddenly rang out, transforming into waves of sound that spread towards this direction.

It turns out to be a sound editor.

This reminded Song Wanning of Xue Yan, who had recently died.

Song Wanning lifted her eyelids slightly, not saying a word, but the flame in her hand became even more alluring.

Within a few breaths, the insect was burned to death.

This angered the man, who raised an eyebrow and jumped off the island in a flash.

He tried to land on the small boat, but a barrier suddenly appeared on the boat, blocking him from the outside.

Left with no other choice, he landed on the water's surface to prevent himself from being eroded by the water.

"You vile woman, how dare you burn my beloved pet to death! You must pay me back now!"

"If you don't pay enough, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The man looked furious, holding a drum made of some kind of leather in his hand.

That look was quite intimidating.

But Song Wanning burst out laughing.

"If you want to steal it, just say so. Aren't you tired of acting for so long?"

I've already said this place is rather chaotic, so why don't you just give me a straight answer?

This guy still has to pull some useless stunt, a blatant robbery...

How...boring!

Upon hearing this, the man's face flushed even redder, and a hint of embarrassment and anger flashed in his eyes.

He thought Song Wanning would be furious and launch a fierce attack, but he didn't expect her to dare to laugh at him.

This made him very angry.

The reason he did this was that he couldn't accept from the bottom of his heart that he had become a hermit who had to rob to make a living.

After all, back in the lower realm, he had always lived a life of luxury.

The huge gap between expectations and reality has prevented him from truly accepting it, thus maintaining his sensitive and fragile self-esteem.

Now that Song Wanning has said it directly, he naturally loses face.

"You wretch, prepare to die!!"

Enraged, the man immediately raised the drum in his hand and struck it heavily.

A deep, muffled voice sounded, invisibly attacking Song Wanning's sea of ​​consciousness.

The drumbeats carried a powerful force, seemingly capable of penetrating one's consciousness and breaking free from constraints.

But Song Wanning wasn't nervous at all. She had already fought with the Primordial Ancestor, so she didn't need to panic when facing a Celestial Immortal.

Suddenly, a small and exquisite bow and arrow appeared in her hand.

With a gentle nod, Song Wanning released the arrow.

The bow, now without arrows, transformed celestial energy into arrows and hurtled towards the man.

It was fast and swift.

The man's brows furrowed, and he was about to dodge when Song Wanning threw a time rune at him.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still for the man.

He just stood there, becoming a sitting duck.

The arrow struck the drum in his hand directly.

"boom--"

In just a moment, the drum was pierced through, exploded in the middle, and turned into ashes.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

A sharp pain shot through his mind; his magical artifact had been destroyed, causing him to suffer a backlash. The man was terrified, his mind blank, before Song Wanning had severely injured him.

He stared intently at Song Wanning, then turned and tried to run away.

"You were just trying to rob me, and now you want to run away?"

Song Wanning curled her lips into a smile. "They've come to me willingly, how can they run away?"
So she drew her bow and arrow and attacked the man again.

Time stood still again.

The man strangely stopped moving again.

This time, the arrow pierced the man's body.

A scream was heard, and he instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared.

Celestial cultivators who were previously impossible to resist during ascension can now be instantly killed.

Song Wanning also found it somewhat unbelievable.

She stared at the bow and arrow in her hand with satisfaction; this small thing was very lethal.

Unlike his own demigod sword, which requires improvement in swordsmanship to increase its power.

This bow and arrow are very powerful, and it is likely a magical artifact from one of the gods.

In the immortal realm, it is already sufficient.

She glanced indifferently at the red liquid that had turned into a blood mist and fallen into the water, then flew towards the island.

This island is a bit larger than Little Round Island. It doesn't have any strange trees, but it's surrounded by lots of shrubs.

Many birds and beasts also live here, and when they sense the presence of strangers, they all hide away.

As soon as Song Wanning arrived on the island, she immediately noticed that the ethereal atmosphere here was much richer than that of Xiaoyuan Island, making it an ideal place for cultivation.

It seems the further you go in, the more changes occur.

It would be nice to find a place deep within the caves to cultivate for a period of time.

With this thought in mind, Song Wanning decided to go and see the farthest island.

But for now, she plans to wander around here and see if there are any resources she can use.

After going around in circles, Song Wanning found some uncommon medicinal herbs and put them away.

There were almost no alchemists among these people, because alchemists usually couldn't be without a sect's demand...

Those with better talent are even more sought after.

Not only elixirs, but the same applies to other arts.

So they didn't touch these herbs much; if they really needed them, they would probably just swallow them directly.

Although the medicine is less effective, it's better than nothing!
After a brief stroll, Song Wanning decided to leave.

However, before she could even leave the island, she saw a group of people arrive.

There were three people on the other side, all of them handsome and wealthy.

His demeanor was relaxed and carefree, showing no sign of urgency; it was clear at a glance that he was not a rogue cultivator.

But when the other party saw Song Wanning, their eyes lit up.

beauty!

"Fellow Daoist, are you the owner of this island?"

One of them spoke first, his words quite polite, but there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Song Wanning remained expressionless. "I suppose so!"

The three exchanged glances and said to Song Wanning, "In that case, show us around!"

Their tone changed drastically at once.

Since Song Wanning is the island owner here, then she must be a homeless rogue cultivator.

They naturally didn't take her seriously, but this beauty was truly outstanding...

The three of them, with some unknown thoughts flashing through their minds, took the initiative to walk towards Song Wanning.

Song Wanning was amused by the tone of their voices.

The tone of that command is really unpleasant!
Soon, the three of them walked up to Song Wanning.

One of them even reached out to Song Wanning and tentatively touched her face.

(End of this chapter)