Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

Her eyes were slightly focused, her clothes fluttered, and her figure was as light as a butterfly. When Hong Jing moved and came towards her with a sword, she also made a move. Her jade fingers bloomed like orchids, and light scattered. There was actually a suction force coming out of her palm, which absorbed Hong Jing's sword. Then she quickly made a gesture with her other hand, and shot out a flame-colored lotus energy, which went straight to his right arm.

Huang Yanyao wanted to cripple Hong Jing's arm first when she came up.

The sword-holding hand of a sword cultivator is of paramount importance. Hong Jing saw her intention and knew in his heart that he still didn't understand enough about the ruthlessness of the Ninth Princess. He used his true energy again, and the sword blade spun violently, shattering the flaming lotus energy. He slashed with the sword again, and the scorching sword energy came one after another.

Huang Yanyao's eyes flickered, and she moved her body to the side to avoid the oncoming edge. Then she flipped her wrist, and the aura of the ancient times dissipated. The shadow of the Taotie spirit appeared behind her. Hong Jing's mind was hit hard at this time. The shadow of the unknown giant beast actually made his energy uncontrollable!

At this point, it is already the second move.

"What? Can't move?"

She moved around, not missing the opportunity. Her jade hand was covered by purple light. She directly grabbed the sword blade that was burned red by the true energy and shook it hard. Hong Jing felt a sudden sharp pain in his wrist and the sword slipped out of his hand.

"How could you possibly..."

Hong Jing's eyes widened. He had just clearly felt the inner energy being sucked out of his body. Huang Yanyao's power was extremely aggressive. It actually rushed quickly along his arm into his dantian, instantly causing chaos in his dantian!

"puff--"

Hong Jing's dantian was injured, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, his body was shaking, and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, you are indeed a weakling."

Huang Yanyao curled her lips in disdain and took the high-quality red jade sword in her hand.

With the third move, she had taken away the weapon and destroyed the dantian of the Prince of Nanling.

Lu Mu watched from behind without saying a word.

He felt that he might not get the kiss he asked for.

Hong Jing was about to burst into a curse, but suddenly he felt his vision blurry.

Not only my eyes, but my whole head felt dizzy, as if a heavy burden was pressing on my heart.

"what did you do to me?"

Huang Yanyao sneered, "Guess?"

Hong Jing struggled for a long time but to no avail. He could only grit his teeth and said angrily, "Huang Yanyao! If you dare to hurt me, my father will not let you go!"

"Oh?"

Huang Yanyao squatted down, her eyes no longer showing murderous intent, only mockery and ridicule. She whispered, "Do you think I don't know that your father is in league with the Evil Heart Sect?"

Hearing this, Hong Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, and the anger on his face disappeared completely, replaced by a hint of horror. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but couldn't.

"Let me guess... you want to ask me why I know this, right?"

She stood up and looked down at him, "I just said it, dead people, don't care about so many things."

Hong Jing's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with strong unwillingness, "Why, why..."

"Southern Xinjiang is mine."

She spoke each word clearly, forcefully and firmly, as if she was swearing an oath.

"The throne of the Immortal Phoenix Emperor will also be mine."

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way will end up like you are now."

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He opened his eyes wide and made a "huh" sound in his throat. A little blood flowed out of his mouth. Hong Jing raised his hand and touched it, and found that his fingertips were sticky and slippery, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

Hong Jing covered his neck and fell on his back, with fear and panic in his eyes. He tried to breathe, but still couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.

His eyes were distracted as he looked at Huang Yanyao. She casually threw away the blood-stained red jade sword and never looked at Hong Jing again.

Hong Jing took his last breath and lay on his back in a pool of blood, with his eyes open.

Four moves.

Chapter 61: So-called Luxury

Lu Mu looked at her back with a faint light in his eyes.

"All right."

After dealing with Hong Jing, Huang Yanyao slowly turned around.

She looked down at her feet. The blood spurting from Hong Jing's neck had dyed the hem of her white skirt and her pair of white jade boots red. She frowned, as if she was not happy that the blood of the Prince of Nanling had stained her clothes.

I should have known not to wear something so white.

"Four moves, I win."

Huang Yanyao looked up at Lu Mu with a faint smile in her eyes, but Lu Mu looked down at her hands, trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion. This was certainly not the first time she had killed someone. As early as when she was training with Gu Yunxi in the Northeast Region, some short-sighted guys had died at her hands.

Perhaps it was this feeling that made her so violent that her smile was filled with bloodthirstiness and pleasure.

Of course, there was also some small showing off. After all, she won the bet, so she would always be excited.

Lu Mu lowered his eyes, walked over, looked at Hong Jing's still warm body, and sighed, "Very straightforward, then according to the bet, I owe you a favor."

"Eh? So you are serious."

She blinked her watery, clear eyes and stared at him for a long while.

"Of course I'm serious. Do you think I'm joking when I ask you to kiss me?"

Lu Mu approached her, his eyes beneath the mask were as deep as the sea, and his tone was calm and soft, like a gurgling stream.

They were not far away and could hear each other's breathing. Huang Yanyao couldn't help holding her breath and turned her head away, "You are really greedy."

Lu Mu pursed his lips and took a few steps back.

"In that case, I'll keep your favor for now."

"You don't plan to use it now?"

"Of course not. When you become a powerful man in the future and take over the Lu clan, this favor will be very big... Just think about it, the patriarch of the Lu clan owes me a favor. It feels good to hear that."

Huang Yanyao tilted her head, as if she had been thinking about something that would happen a long, long time in the future. She frowned, as if she had him in her hands.

She looked not like a queen who was in charge of all strategies, but a sweet girl who was given candy to eat. However, Hong Jing's death was before her eyes. Although this guy deserved it, Lu Mu still couldn't have any romantic thoughts.

"How can we prevent King Nanling from taking his death out on the Quetzalcoatl tribe... From now on, it's up to you."

Huang Yanyao has done what she was supposed to do.

To be honest, she didn't feel that happy. After all, Hong Jing's strength was too weak. The same cultivation level didn't mean the same strength. Her mentor was the empress who dominated the Central Region ten thousand years ago. Her talent also crushed Hong Jing. Although she knew this would be the result before she took action, she was still a little dissatisfied.

However, the death of King Nanling's only son would break his heart.

If there was anything that could make Huang Yanyao happier, it was that she could foresee that when Hong Zhan saw his son's body, he would be so grief-stricken that he would almost go crazy, and then howl with tears and tears, vowing revenge...

Well, thinking in this way, Huang Yanyao felt much better.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. If you want King Nanling to think that Hong Jing's death has nothing to do with the Feathered Serpent Tribe, then just don't let him 'die' in Yusha City."

Lu Mu raised his hand, and green light lingered, drawing complex and mysterious patterns. Then, the patterns gradually turned into a spot of light. With a flick of his finger, the spot of light flew into Hong Jing's body and quickly merged into it.

Then, Hong Jing began to twitch, and with each twitch, Huang Yanyao's brows furrowed even tighter, because she could clearly see that the sword scar on Hong Jing's neck was slowly healing...

What kind of evil is this?

"All right."

Lu Mu looked at the "Hong Jing" in front of him.

The deceased Prince of Nanling stood in front of them expressionlessly, his eyes lifeless. Lu Mu moved his eyes, and "Hong Jing" retreated into the alley on his own, followed by the sound of taking off clothes.

Not long after, "Hong Jing" changed into a clean robe and walked out. He didn't look injured at all. Huang Yanyao probed with her spiritual sense, but found that this guy's whole body was covered by the power injected by Lu Mu, and it was difficult to tell whether he was real or fake.

"We can't let him leave with this blood on his body. We still have to do our best."

Lu Mu patted "Hong Jing" on the shoulder. Huang Yanyao couldn't see his expression under the mask, but she felt that it must be the pride and coldness after the trick succeeded.

"you……"

Huang Yanyao looked at Lu Mu with almost suspicion.

This method of resurrecting the dead is basically the work of evil practitioners.

Of course, she didn't think that the great Young Master Lu would be an evil cultivator, but it was not uncommon for him to learn and use the evil methods of evil cultivators.

"Don't worry, this is not some evil practice. I am just using the vitality of the surrounding plants to keep his soul alive for the time being, making him a living dead. But within three days, the vitality will be lost, and by then, he will be truly dead."

Lu Mu pointed around, and Huang Yanyao only then noticed that most of the green grass and trees on both sides of the street had died.

Huang Yanyao didn't think it was so evil anymore. After all, he could communicate with plants and trees, so what was a big deal if he extracted some of their vitality?

"...Your secret technique is quite powerful."

"Excellent."

"You want him to 'die' outside the Wuyan Desert after this marriage. That way, King Nanling will have no reason to vent his anger on the Feathered Serpent Tribe."

Huang Yanyao easily understood Lu Mu's intention. After all, as long as the person did not die on the Quetzalcoatl tribe's territory, Hong Zhan would most likely not think that the Quetzalcoatl tribe should be held responsible for the death of his only son.

"Nothing is absolute. After all, Hong Jing is his only child. A man of his status has no wives or concubines. He is the only son, so he must be very concerned about his loved ones. If King Nanling goes crazy and does not care about anything, the Feathered Serpent Tribe will most likely suffer in the end."

"Well...then why don't we make this scene more elaborate."

Looking at "Hong Jing", Huang Yanyao had more ideas in her mind.

Of course, we’ll talk about it after she messes up this marriage.

"Elder Renyou, we can now remove this soul-sealing barrier."

This barrier was not cast by Lu Mu, and he did not have the strength to do so, but the clan elder Lu Renyou had always been with him, never leaving his side. Lu Mu only needed to call him, and he would come whenever he was called.

As he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery did not change, but a layer of spiritual power that was impossible to detect without careful perception was dissipating.

That power was huge and hidden. After all, Lu Renyou was a great cultivator in the Creation Realm. Even if he could not be ranked among the strongest, he could deal with a mere Hong Jing, so Lu Mu asked him to take action.

Huang Yanyao knew Lu Mu's plan, but she still felt it was too extravagant to think that an elder from the ancient clan would help.

So when you compare yourself to others, you always feel more disappointed.

After all, Lu Mu is the young master, and he will inherit the position of clan leader in the future. Clan leader Lu Yuan has only him as his only son, so it is never too much to protect or pamper him.

In comparison, Huang Yanyao felt that she was probably a child picked up by the Fairy Phoenix Emperor at random, and now it was time to let her go.

When she thought of this, Huang Yanyao couldn't help herself.

Then he kicked Lu Mu in the calf.

Chapter 62: Perfect Deception

When Huang Yanyao gets angry, there always seems to be no warning signs.

Lu Mu didn't feel any pain, he just turned around and glanced at Huang Yanyao, "How did I provoke you?"

"I'm being unreasonable." Huang Yanyao glared at him provocatively.

Lu Mu sighed. He knew that Huang Yanyao was just feeling unbalanced, but she probably learned this physical behavior from Gu Yunxi, the bad example she set. The "protagonist" loved to use physical force, and Huang Yanyao, her good sister, was influenced by her, so some of the actions came out subconsciously.

For example, this sudden temper.

However, the Ninth Princess reveals a hint of naivety even when she is angry. After all, she has not yet developed the true bearing of an emperor. It is not an easy temperament to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism. She still has a long way to go.

Thinking of this, Lu Mu reached out and rubbed Huang Yanyao's head, pushing her hair behind her head, revealing her fair and tender face. He curled his lips slightly, and his smile was gentle and affectionate, like a spring breeze blowing on the willows, refreshing the heart.

It's like coaxing a little girl.

"What are you doing?"

Huang Yanyao narrowed her eyes, her gaze was as clear as snow.

"Isn't there a beautiful woman in front of me who is unhappy? I need to comfort her."

"Your way of comforting someone is to play with my hair?"

She slapped Lu Mu's hand away and turned her face away, "Besides, I'm not unhappy either."

In fact, it wasn't that Huang Yanyao didn't react at first, it's just that his palm was warm and felt somewhat comfortable, so she didn't dodge it. Not only did she not dodge, she even felt that the feeling of his palm touching her hair was even stranger, and she liked that touch very much.

Huang Yanyao shook her head and decided to forget the strange feeling she had just had.

Moreover, she felt a little uneasy in her heart. After all, to be honest, she was a little envious. The envy gradually turned into dissatisfaction. In the end, she couldn't help it and had to vent a little.