I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ning Ruan's thoughts were soon interrupted by another thing.

"The cold ahead is getting heavier." The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator frowned slightly.

She is in the middle stage of Yuanying.

Logically speaking, he should be able to withstand the glacial cold just by relying on his strong body.

But the current situation is... without using defensive robes and spiritual power to protect her body, she actually felt cold.

And it was very uncomfortably cold.

After traveling for a while, the carriage finally stopped moving completely.

stopped.

"The cold is really severe. Your carriage is almost covered with ice."

As Mu Yi Qiu spoke, he raised his hand and poked the frost that had condensed on the surface of the carriage.

The tentacles weren't simply cold.

It also brought with it a damp chill that seemed to penetrate into her bones and soul, causing her fingertips to feel slightly numb and she subconsciously retracted them.

Seeing this, Ning Ruan suddenly raised his hand, and a huge fireball condensed in his hand in an instant.

She smashed her own carriage without any hesitation.

The frost finally slowly melted away.

"It's really rubbish. If it were Shui Ling'er's flying spiritual weapon, it should still be usable now."

Ning Ruan wore down his jaw.

I'm already thinking about modifying the carriage after I get out.

"The problem now isn't the flying spiritual weapon, it's the growing coldness ahead. Are you sure you can hold on..."

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator paused before she finished her words. She looked at Ning Ruan and the other two with suspicion, "No, why do you seem to be unaffected by the cold?"

"Is this the spiritual fruit you gave me before?" The leader of the Blood Bat Clan was the first to react, and he couldn't help but look at Ning Ruan.

Ning Ruan gave each of them a spiritual fruit when they first came into this world.

But at that time, he and Hong Xiao had very high cultivation levels, and their bodies were stronger than those of this group of people whose highest cultivation level was only the eleventh level, so they didn't feel the cold at all.

So I didn't eat the spiritual fruit she gave me.

The other two humans did eat it.

Although not like Ningruan who eats them one after another.

But he ate several of them while he was in the carriage.

Ning Ruan looked at him with a smile, "Guess?"

Having said this, the man had already put away the carriage.

Start flying with the sword.

Mu Yi Qiu also took out his flying sword and followed Ning Ruan at a leisurely pace.

Han Ze has no sword.

You can only fly directly.

leader:"……"

He took a deep breath.

Without saying a word, he took out the spiritual fruit from the storage ring and took a tentative bite.

Then take another bite.

Bite after bite.

I finished one very quickly.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was standing beside him and couldn't help but ask:

"Is this spiritual fruit really useful?"

It’s more than useful… it’s very useful!

The leader knew it when he took the first bite. The moment he swallowed the spiritual fruit, heat surged throughout his body.

How can I still feel the cold?

Even if something extremely cold enters the body, as long as this spiritual fruit is taken, the disease will be cured immediately.

He actually used such a precious treasure to keep warm!

Prodigal!

waste!

If it's really cold, he can use his spiritual power to keep them warm.

"You can keep it."

The leader's voice was low, with a hint of subtle complexity, "This thing... is far more precious than you think. There's no need to waste it now."

It's really painful that he wasted that one.

He had even made up his mind that next time, even if he had to be shameless, he would get a few more from Ning Ruan.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was surprised.

The spiritual fruit that she had already taken out and was about to eat was suddenly carefully put back by her.

……

In the small remnant world that had been deserted for countless years, there suddenly appeared more cultivators of various races.

Before entering the Small Remnant Realm, in addition to handing over the spirit stones, you also have to return the phantom body beads.

This made many monks feel regretful.

Although the Illusionary Body Pearl is temporary, it can be used for one more day, and perhaps it can be of great use in the Small Remnant Realm.

Without the illusion bead, it will return to its original form.

This is clearly not conducive to action.

But soon.

Some cultivators discovered that their tribesmen, who had clearly lost their illusion beads, had actually transformed themselves.

It turned into... a race with gray-black wings and beaks on its face.

"Okay, so are you still hiding some tricks and not handing over the Illusionary Body Pearl?"

"And you've turned into this. What race is this? You look weird and creepy. It's really uncomfortable to look at. You should change. I really like bird people. You can also become a feathered tribe!"

A cultivator from the Lingsha tribe laughed and reached out to pat his tribesman on the shoulder.

The hand just touched.

The tribesman in front of him suddenly smiled in an extremely strange and stiff way, like a puppet.

The corners of his mouth stretched to an incredible angle, almost reaching his ears.

"We can't escape... Let's die together."

"Die together..."

"We...die together..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and every word he uttered seemed very difficult.

The Lingsha cultivators were startled.

He suddenly pushed his tribesmen away.

He cursed, "Do you want to die? Who are you trying to scare by pretending to be a ghost?"

"Change back to me now!"

"Otherwise I'll kill you first."

The "tribe member" who was pushed away staggered a few steps but did not fall.

The strange smile on his face did not change at all. Instead, his eyes began to be covered with a layer of gray, and his pupils gradually shrank, becoming exactly like a bird.

Cold and creepy.

"Die...die together..." He repeated, his voice becoming more and more distorted.

The cultivators of the Lingsha tribe finally realized that something was wrong, and spiritual energy surged in their bodies.

Be ready to take action at any time.

But his tribesmen were quicker than him.

He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a dark, bottomless bird-beak-shaped hole in his mouth!

"Quaa——!!!"

A piercing scream that was totally unlike a human voice suddenly burst out from that "mouth"!

The voice contains unspeakable madness, resentment, despair and other negative emotions.

It was as if countless wronged souls were screaming at the same time.

The sound waves formed by the sound spread out suddenly like a physical impact!

Even monks who are quite far away from this place can instinctively feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention the closest Lingsha cultivator?

"Hiss—my head!"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Under the sudden severe pain, he immediately hugged his head, feeling as if his sea of ​​consciousness was pierced by thousands of steel needles, the pain was unbearable.

The pain in front of his eyes was so severe that it turned black, his ears were buzzing, and the spiritual energy in his body was disordered.

What terrified him even more was—

After his 'companion' screamed, even his body began to undergo even more terrifying changes.

First, the gray-black wings behind it grew wildly, becoming tattered and wide.

Soon after, the nails on both hands also turned black and long, like sharp claws.

As he flapped his wings, a thick, disgusting gray-black mist filled his surroundings.

The fog quickly spread around.

He instinctively turned and ran away.

But the fog spread so quickly, as if it had life, and attacked him.

"No...don't...damn, what the hell is this?"

The Lingsha cultivator had just suffered a mental shock, and his escape speed was much slower than before.

Even if the reaction was quick.

Still touched by the mist.

The moment it touches your skin, it turns darker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He rolled on the ground in pain... screaming...

Until he dies.

His transformed companion still had no expression and just followed his instinct to move towards where there were living things.

He kept muttering mechanically: "Let's die together, let's die together..."