Where is the righteous fairy you promised me?

Chu Xinyue was wearing a simple and pleasant green long dress.

His speech and behavior are elegant and generous, and his tone is not cold but gentle.

It was just a few brief conversations.

But every word that came out of her mouth was as pleasant as music.

Compared to Yang Wanyin, Chu Xinyue is not a woman who is so beautiful that she is heartbreaking.

Instead, she is a classical beauty who becomes more elegant and stunning the more you look at her.

Every one of her facial features is just right.

Her eyebrows are long and straight, and her eyes are bright and clear.

The nose is small and cute, and the lips are delicate and pink.

It's like a work of art drawn by a painter using the most delicate brushstrokes.

Chu Xinyue is not as tall as Yang Wanyin.

But her slender waist makes her upper and lower parts full and straight, outlining a very beautiful curve.

Such a perfect proportion really reminds me of the old saying:

"One point more and you're fat, one point less and you're thin."

Jiang Ning released his spiritual consciousness, admiring the beautiful scene of the three women standing opposite each other.

His attention was focused on Chu Xinyue.

She stood on the sword with a calm expression, as if she was perfectly integrated with this world.

Like orchid in the wild, like plum with subtle fragrance.

That simple, quiet, yet otherworldly temperament is really...

"It makes people unable to resist defile it a little."

Jiang Ning said the classic quotes of a villain with an expressionless face.

He casually made a hand gesture and used vine techniques to crush the already bloody remains of Zhen Shu, Su Qianqian and others.

The next moment, Jiang Ning looked at everyone in the hall indifferently, with a glow at his fingertips.

"Congratulations everyone, you've cleared the game."

Hearing this, all the geniuses from the immortal sects breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally I survived..."

"Fortunately, Senior is not a bloodthirsty person..."

"Yeah yeah……"

But then, everyone present felt something was wrong.

Because the power that imprisoned them was still suppressing their cultivation and showed no signs of disappearing.

Moreover, terrifying heat waves began to come from the ground.

It was as if there was a volcano hidden underground, about to erupt.

The geniuses from the immortal sects almost immediately felt a strong threat of death.

The faces of everyone present changed drastically, and they immediately screamed in fear.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

"Didn't we agree that you can survive if you clear the level?"

"Senior, how can you go back on your words?"

"Spare...spare my life..."

"Senior, spare your life!"

Jiang Ning laughed, but his laughter was no longer as gentle as before.

Instead, it was filled with cold murderous intent!

"I said, let's play a game together..."

Jiang Ning casually set up a soundproofing array and said without any emotion:

"But I didn't seem to say I would let you go, did I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white jade bricks on the floor of the hall shattered into pieces.

The terrifying flames, like a raging sky, instantly swept through the entire interior of the Red Dust Ancient Palace.

The geniuses from the immortal sects were terrified.

After begging and crying were futile, he suddenly broke down and started cursing.

However, before these "noble men" could say a few words, they were completely engulfed by the flames.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of rising flames.

Everything inside this ancient mortal palace was burned to ashes.

In an instant, streams of light shot up into the sky.

Dozens of screams filled with hatred from both men and women echoed here.

"The one who killed me was Xiao Fan!!"

"The one who killed me was Xiao Fan!!"

"The one who killed me was Xiao Fan!!"

Jiang Ning appeared in the raging flames with an indifferent expression.

He looked outside the hall, his eyes cold and sharp.

It seemed as if one could see through the thick palace walls and see the three graceful figures outside.

"System, check the subsystem task panel."

The next moment, a transparent light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ning's eyes.

[Already bound to the girl of destiny: Yang Wanyin. 】

[Subsystem task themes: 1. Speech, 2. Action, 3. Clothing, 4. Items, 5. Scenes, 6. Simulation. ]

[The current number of tasks that can be published: 1. ]

[Do you want to start the subsystem task? ]

【whether】

The corners of Jiang Ning's mouth curled up in a meaningful arc.

"System, confirm the release of the task."

【Host, please select the task theme. 】

"Action... No, I won't choose the action category this time."

Jiang Ning recalled the scene when Lin Wanqing confessed to him, and couldn't help but look forward to Yang Wanyin's next performance.

"This time, I choose..."

"Speech!"

121-Taoist Companion

Hidden high ground, above the sky.

Lin Wanqing held the talisman in her hand, and the powerful aura of the foundation-building period emanated from her body.

Waves of spiritual pressure emanated from her.

At the same time, Chu Xinyue also exuded an extremely oppressive spiritual pressure.

Yang Wanyin did not unleash his own aura.

He simply summoned out his flaming orb and looked across with a frown.

The two sides began to confront each other and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

But at this moment, Chu Xinyue seemed to realize something, and her eyes suddenly turned and looked in the direction of the Hongchen Ancient Palace.

Even though the Red Dust Ancient Palace seemed peaceful on the surface.

But Chu Xinyue still sensed the turbulence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It seemed that something beyond her expectations was happening in that temple.

Moreover, Chu Xinyue seemed to vaguely feel that someone was spying on her.

Even though she didn't sense any spiritual consciousness in the Red Dust Ancient Palace at all.

But it was precisely because of this that Chu Xinyue felt more and more that something was wrong.

Her heart sank slightly, a hint of solemnity appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she immediately went back to investigate.

However, the incomplete formation of the Red Dust Ancient Palace easily blocked her consciousness.

If there was enough time, Chu Xinyue could infiltrate carefully.

But now, there is obviously no time for a careful investigation.

Chu Xinyue turned her head and looked at Lin Wanqing opposite her, but her expression was not solemn, she just said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist, are you protecting your companions?"

Lin Wanqing glanced at Yang Wanyin in front of her, and acted very frugal with her words.

"Taoist companion."

Chu Xinyue was keenly aware of Lin Wanqing's gaze.

She turned to look at Yang Wanyin, but the latter turned his head away.

Yang Wanyin's guilty expression immediately made Chu Xinyue's mind move slightly, and she came to a conclusion that was infinitely close to the truth:

"The Taoist partner of this mysterious woman is most likely the one who bullied Yang Wanyin."

Thinking of this, Chu Xinyue's eyes turned slightly cold.

His originally calm expression became a little colder because of this.

However, after realizing that something seemed amiss here, Chu Xinyue had given up the idea of ​​forcing her way in.

She looked at Lin Wanqing's ordinary face that was obviously covered by magic, and said calmly:

"Does Daoist friend know that there are people from Tianxin Pavilion and Jiutian Xianque in this ancient Red Dust Palace?"

Upon hearing the names of these two immortal sects, a barely perceptible hint of disdain appeared in Lin Wanqing's beautiful eyes.

"so what?"

Chu Xinyue frowned slightly, feeling that she was increasingly unable to figure out the other person's intentions.

When the two sides first started to confront each other, she quickly thought of several ways to deal with the enemy.

But because of the other party's mysterious Taoist partner, they were able to endure it temporarily.

Especially the unknown situation that I suddenly noticed just now, and the vague intention of prying.

This made Chu Xinyue feel even more fearful and she paid more attention to Lin Wanqing.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no intention of offending you."

Chu Xinyue took the lead in retracting her own aura, allowing the spiritual pressure released by Lin Wanqing to sweep over her, and then tried in a different way:

“It’s just that my fellow disciples are sending out a signal for help.

If the two of us watched him die without helping, it would be too cold-hearted.