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

She took the lighted lamp, swooped out of the cave bottom, and returned to the surface of the ice.

Almost at the same time as she appeared, several rays of light from the distance were approaching!

"Ning Ruan!"

"Damn it, why is she here?"

The faces of several figures suddenly turned ugly when they saw Ning Ruan!

But whenever I meet Ning Ruan, it’s a good thing.

It shouldn’t be now!

If they ran away, wouldn't the evil creatures behind them go straight after Ning Ruan?

If Ning Ruan died, would the magic weapon be lost again?

When they thought of this, several monks lost their composure.

"Ning Ruan! Run! Those three things behind you will kill you if they touch you!"

The most powerful cultivator from the Xuanshui clan shouted at her.

Ning Ruan: “?” But she refused to run away.

Instead of running away, she stood at the entrance of the cave, watching with interest the approaching monks whose faces were pale due to excessive consumption.

There were four figures in total.

There are two from the Xuanshui clan, one from the Jiao clan, and one from the Xuewen clan.

The four monks were staring at her.

Seeing that she didn't move, the Xuanshui Clan cultivator jumped up and down anxiously: "Hurry up! These ghosts can't be dealt with by spiritual arts at all, and your spiritual weapons are useless. If they come into contact with you, you will die soon!"

"Thank you so much for your kindness." Ning Ruan smiled and replied, "Why, are you worried that I won't be able to get the immortal weapon if I die?"

Fool, you can’t get it even if you’re alive!

The Xuanshui Clan cultivator took a deep breath and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt the three ghost creatures chasing him from behind were closing the distance.

In fact, there were five people chasing after them at first.

It took a lot of effort to get rid of two of them.

There are still three.

There are still means, but if I use less of this life-saving thing, how will I survive the more dangerous nights?

"No, I can't run away anymore. I finally met Ning Ruan. If I let her go this time, it will be difficult to find her next time!"

The Xuanshui cultivator hurriedly sent a message to another Xuanshui cultivator.

"But... I'm afraid we may not be able to capture Ning Ruan on our own. Didn't the Grand Master say that she has a painting that can capture Nascent Souls? And those three weird things..."

"Then let Ning Ruan die first, and then we will take action to get rid of that ghost thing."

"But this is our last resort. If we use it now, what will we do at night?"

"I can't care about so much anymore, let's take the immortal weapon first!"

"..."

The two Xuanshui clan cultivators communicated with each other and soon reached an agreement.

Ning Ruan stood below.

Watching two Xuanshui clan monks flying overhead.

I thought the other party would just take her away by force.

But...what she expected didn't happen.

Ning Ruan suddenly knew what the other party was planning.

She took out the iron pot with her backhand.

His sight fell on the three 'Cursed Crows' who were chasing closely behind him.

The closer the distance, the clearer the view.

Their appearance was exactly the same as the Curse Crow Clan she knew.

But his eyes were dull.

There was an abnormal aura emanating from his body.

This is not the real Curse Crow Clan!

Even if it is, there must be some kind of abnormality!

"What are you doing? If she doesn't leave, are we really going to escape like this?"

The Jiao clan cultivator shouted angrily through voice transmission.

He originally thought that the Xuanshui Clan, who were obsessed with seizing the immortal weapon, would definitely take Ning Ruan away with them.

So he didn't make any move.

Only after they flew past did I realize that these two damn guys had actually left Ning Ruan behind!

At the moment he transmitted the message.

The two Xuanshui cultivators suddenly stopped.

Hanging in mid-air, turning around and looking back.

Upon seeing this, the Jiao clan cultivator, who was originally very angry, instantly realized what these two guys were planning.

He cursed inwardly, "Old bitch," and stopped immediately.

The only one who didn't stop was the monk from the Blood Mark Clan who didn't belong to the ten major races.

Although he is also in the Jindan stage, his cultivation and status are not as good as those from the three top ten races.

Meeting was just a coincidence.

We don't have much of a relationship.

If he had not met Ning Ruan, he had no doubt that he would have become the unlucky scapegoat to delay the three monsters behind him.

After all, that's what they did before.

He glanced at Ning Ruan with a serious look, and finally gritted his teeth and increased his flying speed.

Of course, he wasn't really ready to leave just like that.

He has no chance to snatch the immortal weapon.

But I would not be satisfied unless I see the results.

So he planned to stop at a farther place where his spiritual sense could sense it, and wait and see.

It only took a moment.

Three Curse Crows had already flown above the cave entrance.

Ning Ruan was ready to throw the iron pot away.

But she hasn't made any move yet.

Then she saw the three Curse Crows glance at her with their empty, dull eyes. Without even a pause, they flew away, continuing to chase the three Jindan cultivators who were parked not far ahead...

Mo Feng took a deep breath.

Just when I was feeling lucky——

The Curse Crow Clan flying at the end seemed to have sensed something and suddenly changed direction. Wrapped in a cold and dead aura, it passed by Ning Ruan who was closer to it and pounced straight over.

Mo Feng: “…”

Mo Feng was anxious, his face full of fear, "Fellow Daoist Ning, save me!"

Ning Ruan lowered her head and glanced at the lamp in her hand which still had a flicker of flame.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly he said, "Catch it."

"what?"

Mo Feng didn't react.

But the moment Ning Ruan threw the lantern, he caught it steadily.

With the support of spiritual power, the flame has not been extinguished and is burning vigorously.

"Fellow Daoist Ning! This..."

Mo Feng's eyes were filled with horror. Before he had time to think about what Ning Ruan meant by this, he saw that the monster that was originally pouncing on him suddenly stopped!

It hovered in mid-air, its empty eyes fixed on the lamp in Mo Feng's hand, as if it was in some kind of confusion or hesitation.

"..."

Mo Feng was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He held the lamp tightly in his hands, which seemed to have become his amulet, and dared not move.

next moment.

It suddenly changed direction and pounced towards Ning Ruan again.

The latter was holding an iron pot, standing there motionless, with a slight smile on his lips, as if waiting for it to hit him as if he was looking for death.

Regardless of whether it is a real Curse Crow Clan or not, its speed is faster than that of ordinary monks.

It was approaching in the blink of an eye, and a cold breath hit me in the face.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, be careful!" Mo Feng shouted in fear, and was even ready to throw back the life-saving lantern in his hand.

However, the next moment——

"clang--!"

A dull crash suddenly rang out!

Ning Ruan leaped up, flipped his wrist, and swung the iron pot, hitting the opponent's head with incredible precision!

"Crack!"

The head of the Curse Crow Clan was smashed into a dent, and the body staggered backward.

The strange fire that spread from the iron pot also exploded at this moment.

Instantly wrap around the other person's body!

In just a moment, the Curse Crow Clan was like the black fog last night, melting rapidly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun!