After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

When Wen Qingning entered the courtyard and saw Wen Yu Ning covered in wounds, she immediately frowned: "What happened here?"

Upon seeing that the person who came was her older sister, Wen Yuning did not respond directly but instead asked, "Why are you here?"

"Your mother sent me to take you back. You'd better think carefully about how you're going to explain this."

Wen Qingning said calmly.

"Explain?"

Wen Yuning chuckled softly, her already pale face turning even more ashen.

"I don't need to explain to anyone. In that case, let's go back."

Wen Yu Ning knew she couldn't avoid it, so she simply faced it head-on.

Wen Qingning's expression changed slightly; she felt that her younger sister seemed to have changed a bit.

"You still haven't told me what happened, whether Zhao Hongye's death is related to you."

Wen Qingning continued to ask.

"My dear sister, are you questioning me?"

Wen Yuning looked up and met her gaze.

"No, I just wanted to find out what happened so I could explain it to my mother."

Wen Qingning's icy gaze flickered slightly.

Mother, they are all mothers.

Her older sister, whom she had been close to since childhood, was completely under her control.

Wen Yuning smiled bitterly to herself.

"Sister, don't you recognize those two people anymore?"

Wen Yuning didn't answer directly, but asked with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

She wished her sister could still remember the person who had saved them in front of the dilapidated little temple.

Wen Qingning frowned slightly: "What does this mean? Should I know them?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuning's face showed disappointment.

"Let's go."

Wen Yu Ning said calmly.

Wen Qingning noticed this subtle expression and became even more puzzled, but seeing that Wen Yuning had no intention of continuing, she had no choice but to follow.

Jiang Qianqiu was no longer outside, and Wen Yuning smiled helplessly.

Hearing Jiang Qianqiu's advice to leave within an hour, Wen Yuning did not linger and boarded her magical artifact to leave.

Neither of the two sisters spoke on the ritual implement; Wen Qingning was lost in thought about the man and woman she had seen.

I feel like I knew the other person before, there's a faint sense of familiarity, but I just can't remember where I am.

The more Wen Qingning tried to understand, the more agitated she became, and even the Supreme Forgetfulness Record she was cultivating showed a slight fluctuation.

Wen Qingning was startled and immediately stopped.

Rumble.

Not far from the Tianwu Dynasty, thunder roared in the sky.

Countless black bolts of lightning, as thick as buckets, streaked down from the dark clouds in the sky, creating a terrifying scene resembling a natural disaster.

Wen Qingning turned around in shock, her heart filled with indescribable emotions at what she was seeing.

Wen Qingning clearly saw that the rows of houses standing on both sides of the street were instantly struck into pieces by black lightning.

Those panicked residents turned to black ash and were never found again, without even a scream.

The once magnificent and solemn palace was reduced to ruins by black lightning.

Raging flames filled the ruins, and billowing black smoke rose straight into the sky.

The entire capital city was transformed into a scene of apocalyptic disaster in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Is she massacring the entire city?

Why do this?

Who exactly is this person?

Wen Qingning was deeply shocked by Jiang Qianqiu's cruel and tyrannical methods.

The thoughts that had just stopped came back to mind again: Could this terrifying and ruthless demon be someone I knew before?

The pressure she felt was only felt by Fairy Xiayue.

The two are different. Fairy Xiayue is like a celestial being untouched by worldly affairs, with a cold and aloof temperament that is unattainable for others.

Jiang Qianqiu gave Wen Qingning an even more shocking feeling, like a demon god who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, making people tremble with fear.

Wen Yuning glanced at it briefly before closing her eyes to rest. With her home gone, she had nothing left to cherish.

Jiang Qianqiu shared the same idea.

Jiang Qianqiu had no clear distinction between good and evil; she only knew that killing could increase her cultivation and allow her to take revenge on the Netherworld Sect and the Water Moon Palace as soon as possible.

Even the vast capital city couldn't withstand the bombardment of black lightning for long. Before long, Jiang Qianqiu could no longer sense any life in it.

Jiang Qianqiu's aura was also enhanced, and the bottleneck in his cultivation was loosened and broken through at this moment.

In an instant, countless black lightning bolts burst forth from the inside out on Jiang Qianqiu's body.

The blooming black light spread wildly outwards from Jiang Qianqiu, who stood in the sky.

Strange phenomena unfolded in the sky, with dark clouds covering the entire area, resembling a ferocious black dragon bowing its head.

In an instant, the endless darkness of the night enveloped the world.

Even the sun high in the sky was tinged with a dark hue.

An overwhelming aura coldly emerged from Jiang Qianqiu, his deep black eyes filled with desolate ruthlessness.

This strange phenomenon, filled with an aura of destruction, instantly attracted the attention of many cultivators.

Many powerful cultivators felt a sense of unease and palpitations.

Even ancient monsters slumbering in the forbidden zone were awakened, and for the first time ever, they expended their primordial power to deduce the truth.

The result, however, was quite shocking.

In the near future, the entire world will be shrouded in a deathly and ominous darkness, and all living beings will submit to that blurry black shadow.

Immediately, these old monsters contacted their peers and descendants, mobilizing all their strength to find the source of this ominous situation.

The calculated date is getting closer and closer.

At the same time, in the Ji family's sacred land in the cultivation world, a handsome young man in white robes rushed to the family's meeting room.

"Father! Something terrible has happened!"

The young man said, panting.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic? Speak slowly and respectfully."

A dignified middle-aged man frowned and reprimanded him.

"Father! The ancestral grave has been disturbed, no, the ancestor sent a message." The young man said without hesitation.

"What? The ancestor has sent a message." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face immediately turned flustered.

The same thing happened within the Tai Xuan Sect, the most powerful holy land of swordsmanship.

"Sect Master, something terrible has happened! The Ancestor has woken up!"

The other major sects, which also possessed ancient monsters, were in the same state of chaos.

These patriarchs usually remain in a deep slumber and will not easily emerge unless the sect is on the verge of collapse.

.......

......

Di Jing lay on the ground, trembling.

Trembling, he stared at this sudden change, utterly shocked.

Are you still a person?

Is this the fusion phase?

I've been cultivating for so many years and I'm still only at the Nascent Soul stage.

Your cultivation speed is faster than drinking water; it's truly infuriating that demons are more powerful than humans.

Di Jing suddenly wondered what the point of all his hard work in cultivation was.

That's too harsh on dogs, oh wait, I mean, too harsh on tigers.

The two women of the Wen family had already returned to the Water Moon Palace by this time.

To Wen Yuning's surprise, Fairy Xiayue had no intention of seeing her and was delayed by some other matter.

However, they still sent people to imprison her in the Desolate Cave.

The Bone-Piercing Cave is located behind the Water Moon Palace and is where disciples who have committed serious offenses are usually imprisoned.

A biting gale blows here year-round, and cultivators who enter are sealed in their cultivation. Without a strong physique, it is difficult to withstand the bone-chilling cold of the gale.

Wen Yuning offered no resistance, allowing the disciples to lock her up here with special chains, but they did not seal her cultivation.

Wen Yuning chuckled softly. It seemed that Fairy Xiayue was afraid that she wouldn't be able to withstand the force of the gale and her body would be torn apart.

Wen Qingning's emotionless eyes held a hint of reluctance, but she still chose not to step forward to stop it.