Where is the righteous fairy you promised me?

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

Suddenly, three birds' calls were heard from the sky.

Suddenly, three small birds with extremely colorful wings swooped down from the sky above the mountain stream.

This is a low-level demon bird in the Emerald Secret Realm - the Phantom Bird.

The Phantom Bird itself is not very strong.

But they are naturally good at creating illusions, and can easily pull cultivators into the illusions created by the flapping of their wings.

Once you fall into the illusion of the Phantom Bird, it is difficult to break free on your own.

In addition, phantom birds usually like to gather in groups of three or five to launch surprise attacks.

This allows the Fantasy Bird to kill its prey, which has fallen into the illusion, little by little after successfully inducing hallucinations.

At this moment, three phantom birds rushed towards the pavilion at a rapid speed.

Behind them, pieces of gorgeous wings emit invisible ripples.

Once they circle the pavilion, they can easily create an illusion.

If the two women in the pavilion were even a little slow to react, they would be tortured by the illusion.

Then, just like their previous prey, they were attacked and killed little by little.

Of course, this is assuming that the two women's strength is as perfect as they pretend to be.

"Is it the Phantom Bird?"

The woman who was wiping the pearl in her hand didn't care about the illusory scene around her.

Just as the phantom bird was circling the pavilion, he casually threw out a precious pearl.

The scarlet gem glowed brightly, and suddenly a vast spiritual flame ignited.

The light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds were shattered in an instant like a dream where the green grass stems met the water surface.

In just a moment, the illusion that seemed real was burned to ashes by the surging spiritual flames.

The next moment, the Phantom Bird's even more shrill cry was heard.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

When the three phantom birds saw that the prey under the pavilion was much stronger than themselves, they immediately fled in panic.

However, before the Phantom Bird could escape, a raging spiritual flame arrived.

In just a moment, the three phantom birds disappeared in the spiritual flames.

The moment when the crimson gem was taken back.

There was not even a trace of ash in the air or on the ground.

It seemed to be burned to the extreme!

"Evening chant."

Seeing this, the woman who was playing the guqin stopped plucking the strings and smiled slightly.

"Your Flame Light Fire Spirit Technique seems to have improved again."

Hearing Chu Xinyue's praise, Yang Wanyin felt a little proud and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But when I think of the huge gap between myself and that hateful man.

Yang Wanyin couldn't help but restrain her smile again.

There was a hint of complexity flickering in those bright and beautiful eyes.

However, Yang Wanyin immediately smiled again.

But Chu Xinyue still noticed her mood change.

The white fingertips gently plucked the strings, and a faint light was emitted where they touched.

The melodious sound of the piano, which seemed to blend into the mountains and rivers, rang out again.

Hearing this familiar piano sound, Yang Wanyin couldn't help but suppress the irritability in her heart and closed her eyes slightly.

The breeze slowly spreads across the mountain.

Clear springs trickle in the stream.

The sound of the piano ripples leisurely under the pavilion.

Even Yang Wanyin, who was in a bad mood because she was thinking about Jiang Ning, couldn't help but calm down at this moment.

When the song ended, the pavilion became quiet again.

Yang Wanyin opened her eyes and stretched lazily.

She put away the flaming orb in her hand, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the pavilion, and felt relaxed both physically and mentally for a moment.

The blue sky and white clouds;

Green mountains and clear streams.

Everything is so beautiful.

——Especially when there is no hateful man around.

"Sister Xinyue."

Yang Wanyin stood up, leaning against the pillar under the pavilion, admiring the scenery while casually saying:

“There are only twenty days left before we get out.

You tell me, how many geniuses who have established their foundation will be left after walking out of the Emerald Secret Realm this time?

I always feel that I am not as good as the 62 people last time."

Chu Xinyue gently stroked the strings of the zither upon hearing that, then raised her head with a slightly complicated look in her beautiful eyes.

"Probably... there are only a few left."

Hearing this, Yang Wanyin was stunned for a moment, then she reacted.

"Sister Xinyue means that... most of the immortal sect's geniuses were killed by them?"

"It's just a guess. After all, we didn't see many people along the way."

"Maybe they have all learned to be smart and are hiding away."

"Well, maybe."

Yang Wanyin and Chu Xinyue don't care about those arrogant geniuses from the immortal sects.

After all, they themselves are disgusted by the attitude of that group of people who ignore the weak.

However, due to the soul-destiny technique, the two women could not go on a killing spree in the secret realm without anyone provoking them.

Otherwise, once the news got out, it would be equivalent to directly offending a large number of powerful senior officials from the five major immortal sects.

If most of that group of people were really slaughtered by Jiang Ning and Lin Wanqing.

On the contrary, it would save them from having to find ways to kill some seriously sinful people.

Therefore, Yang Wanyin and Chu Xinyue just chatted briefly and ended the topic.

"Wan Yin, you should know."

Chu Xinyue stood up, with the guqin floating behind her, and walked to Yang Wanyin's side, saying with a smile:

“If the trip to the secret realm causes heavy losses to the new generation of geniuses from the five major immortal sects,

Then, after you and I go out, we will definitely be escorted back immediately by the elders of the sect.

Maybe from now on, you will never see Brother Jiang again."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Wanyin snorted coldly and said with gritted teeth:

"If that's true, that's exactly what I want!

I can't wait to leave and stay away from him!

I will come back to settle accounts with him when I have achieved success in my cultivation!"

Having said that, Yang Wanyin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

There was obvious resentment in his words.

But to Chu Xinyue, Yang Wanyin's tone sounded as if she had been abandoned by a man.

"So you really gave up on him, right?"

140-We want your man

"Of course!"

Yang Wanyin replied subconsciously.

But then, Yang Wanyin reacted immediately and couldn't help but look at Chu Xinyue with a reproachful look.

"Sister Xinyue, what are you talking about!

How can I say that I gave up?

Things are really not what you think!"

"Besides, haven't I explained it all before?

You all misunderstood that day. I don’t like Jiang Ning at all!

On the contrary, I can't wait to kill him right now!"

Chu Xinyue nodded slightly after hearing this, raised her hand to help Yang Wanyin smooth the hair beside her ears, and said with a smile:

“Yeah, I know, I know.

You mean, you can't like him now.

We can wait until later, right?"

"What can't I like!"

Yang Wanyin was so angry that she slapped Chu Xinyue's hand away and shouted:

“I just don’t like him!

That was a trap he set for me!

You were all deceived by him!"

Even though Yang Wanyin seemed very angry at the moment.

But Chu Xinyue did not believe her as she did before. Instead, she nodded perfunctorily.

"Okay, okay, we've all been deceived. You don't like him."

"What I said is real!"

"Well, I believe you."

"I don't think you believe me! You obviously don't believe me!"

"You said it yourself that night. Under the circumstances at that time, how could you ask me to believe you?"

"It was a trap! A trap! I didn't mean it!"

"It's no use telling me now that you don't really mean it. You need to get yourself out of this."

"I……"

Seeing Chu Xinyue appearing to be gentle and comforting her, but in fact not trusting her at all, Yang Wanyin was almost so angry that her spiritual energy became disordered.

"Sister Xinyue, listen to me..."