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

On the flying bed, Ning Ruan had already sat up, squinting her eyes and looking in a certain direction.

There is no need for spiritual awareness anymore.

Even with the naked eye, one can vaguely see the light of spiritual power bursting out from far away.

It looks dazzling in the silent night.

It was obvious that someone was fighting.

And judging by the movements, it is very likely that his cultivation level is above the thirteenth level.

"They seem to be coming this way."

Mo Feng spoke in a hurried tone, his face full of worry, "Fellow Daoist Ning, should we hide first?"

Ning Ruan jumped off the flying bed and folded the bed away. "What are you hiding from?"

Mo Feng hesitated to speak.

Finally, he couldn't help but mention, "Fellow Daoist Ning, there are many powerful people entering the Small Remnant Realm this time. They are all here for you...your immortal weapon."

"Oh."

Ning Ruan nodded, "I know."

Know that you still don’t run?

Mo Feng swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth silently.

It seems that Fellow Daoist Ning really doesn't need to run.

Da Zong Zheng chased her for so long, but she was still unharmed.

Although it was also because of the protection of the senior from the Blood Bat Clan, but no matter what, Fellow Daoist Ning was definitely not an ordinary cultivator.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Seeing that the other party was still standing there, Ning Ruan raised her eyes and asked.

"..."

Mo Feng was extremely conflicted.

He really wanted to run away.

If you don't run, you will easily be implicated by Ning Ruan.

They couldn't deal with Ning Ruan, but they could easily deal with him.

But if he ran away...it would still be difficult for him to survive.

Especially now that I don’t even know the direction.

"Don't run!"

After struggling for a while, Mo Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning also knows that I won't survive if I leave."

While the two were talking.

The spiritual sense could clearly sense that several auras were approaching this side rapidly.

They can sense each other.

The other party can naturally sense them.

Ning Ruan took out the spiritual fruit at some point and started chewing it slowly.

When taking the last bite.

Two emerald green vines, yet imbued with powerful wood-type spiritual energy, shot out from the darkness without warning.

The vines were as agile as snakes and moved very fast, obviously trying to tie up the two people.

Mo Feng was so frightened that his face turned pale and he turned around and wanted to escape.

But there was someone faster than him.

Before he could dodge, he saw Ning Ruan throw away the iron pot that he had used to stew meat not long ago without changing his expression.

The iron pot becomes bigger.

The colorful fire at the bottom of the pot shot up into the sky with a "boom", dispelling all the darkness around it and making the glacier look gorgeous!

The two green vines that were shooting towards them were unable to retract in time, or perhaps they simply did not expect to encounter such a counterattack, and they crashed into the strange fire!

laugh--!

The vines, which contained powerful wood spiritual power, became as fragile as paper the moment they came into contact with the strange fire. They turned into ashes in an instant, and their spiritual light was completely extinguished.

However, the strange fire continued to move forward, clinging to the iron pot and whistling back in the direction of the vines!

"Damn it!"

In the illumination of the strange fire, the Lingmu cultivator who shot out the vines gritted his teeth and cursed, then quickly dodged.

Without his obstruction, the iron pot successfully smashed further backwards - a twisted black fog that was thicker than the surrounding darkness and seemed to be able to swallow up all light!

No surprises at all.

When the black fog encountered the strange fire, it didn't even have a chance to escape and was completely swallowed up.

"..."

"..."

The scene before him stunned Mo Feng.

The three monks who were fleeing in panic as they were chased by the black shadow were also shocked.

One of them was even an acquaintance.

The destiny of the Xuanshui clan is water reflecting snow.

She was staring in amazement at the girl in front of her who was wearing a green shirt and had an indifferent expression.

I knew that after entering the Xiaocan Realm, I would definitely meet Ning Ruan.

But I never expected to encounter it in this situation.

When the other two monks saw who was standing opposite them, their eyes suddenly lit up.

He took action without thinking.

"Don't do it!" Shui Yingxue said hurriedly.

But it's too late.

Ning Ruan chuckled, and no one knew when the painting appeared in her hand.

But the moment this painting unfolded, both the Lingmu cultivator who had taken action first and tried to bind the two people with vines to resist the black fog, and the Yan cultivator who didn't even have time to take action, were sucked into the painting.

This painting again!

Shui Yingxue clenched her fists.

The expression was complicated and embarrassed.

Her guardian elders are still in this painting.

"You reminded me too late."

Ning Ruan tilted her head slightly, "Didn't you remind them that I have a painting?"

Shui Yingxue looked at her, her lips and teeth moving slightly, "It's not a pair, right?"

"I saw that you wanted to use a painting to deal with Da Zongzheng. That painting... is not the one you have in your hand now."

"Really?" Ning Ruan blinked. "You figured it out. It's definitely not that."

Seeing her admit it so frankly, Shui Yingxue suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

That’s the chief patriarch of their Xuanshui clan.

Ning Ruan, a cultivator at the ninth level, was so confident in using a painting to deal with the Grand Master... Either Ning Ruan was courting death, or the painting was really that powerful.

Is it possible that Ning Ruan is seeking death?

"You...you exactly..." Shui Yingxue's voice trembled a little, and she didn't even dare to ask the rest of the question.

Ning Ruan seemed to see through her thoughts. While admiring the scroll with two more figures in her hands, she said in a relaxed tone:

"What do I have left? Well... not much actually. Just some small things given by my elders for self-defense."

Not much really.

If more than a dozen great clan leaders came at once, she would have no choice but to ask for help.

A trifle? For self-defense? A painting that could restrain the Xuanshui clan's Great Master was called a trifle?!

Shui Yingxue almost couldn't catch her breath, and her face became even paler.

She didn't even dare to think about it now.

Since the human race has so many spiritual weapons, why do they still pretend to be a weak tribe?

They also fought against the Snake Clan and the Feather Clan for years.

The fight was evenly matched?

And now, why is he suddenly becoming so high-profile through Ningruan?

"Why don't you come in too."

Ning Ruan suddenly spoke.

His tone was gentle and calm, "She just happened to come in to meet your elder. She is very approachable now."