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

From the time Ning Ruan made his move to the end, it only took a few breaths.

The whole process was smooth and effortless.

not far away.

The three Jindan cultivators who were being chased by two members of the Curse Crow Clan had their pupils trembling violently, as if they had seen an unbelievable scene.

"how come……"

"Strange fire, they are afraid of strange fire!"

"No, it's not just the strange fire, there's also that lamp!"

The Jiao clan cultivator had a cold look in his eyes. He struggled to distance himself from the "monster", turned around, and rushed towards Mo Feng below.

He roared, "Give me the lamp in your hand!"

Mo Feng was frightened out of his wits.

Seeing the Jiao Clan cultivator rushing towards him with the pressure of a Jindan stage cultivator, he almost instinctively grasped the lamp tightly, closed his eyes and screamed: "Fellow Daoist Ning——!"

"I heard you, keep your voice down!"

Ning Ruan's clear and shallow voice sounded.

The next moment, the scroll that he had taken out at some point in his hand unfolded, and he took Mo Feng and the lamp in directly.

"what???"

The moment before entering the painting, Mo Feng's expression was shocked and confused.

What was even more confused than Mo Feng was naturally the Jiao clan cultivator who had come up empty-handed.

Seeing that the lamp that could save his life was gone, the greed on his face instantly turned into shock and anger.

Ning Ruan was not prepared to bear his anger.

So just throw the iron pan away.

The iron pot, which had grown several times larger, fell down and covered her firmly.

"I don't want to play anymore, you guys play by yourselves!"

The girl's voice was mixed with laughter and a hint of teasing.

"Damn it!"

The Jiao clan cultivator arrived in front of the iron pot in an instant. The anger in his eyes almost turned into substance. He concentrated all his spiritual power and punched the troublesome black pot hard!

"boom--!"

The fist wind carried the violent power of the Jindan period and hit the pot hard!

Knowing that this pot could even absorb strange fire, he never underestimated it.

So this punch was thrown without any reservation.

However, even so, this punch only made the iron pot emit a dull humming sound, and the pot body did not move at all, not even leaving a shallow mark.

The recoil force made his arm numb and his blood surge.

"Watch your back!"

The reminder from the Xuanshui clan cultivator suddenly exploded behind him.

The Jiao clan cultivator dodged to the side without thinking.

But this time, maybe the distance was already very close.

The Curse Crow Clan did not attack again.

He spread out his gray-black wings, which grew wildly and became several times larger in an instant.

The nails on both hands also became darker, pointeder and longer.

Then the wings shook violently.

Suddenly, countless black mists with a fishy smell filled the air around him.

The fog spread towards the Jiao clan cultivators like an all-encompassing cloud.

"Do not--"

The screams were so shrill that even Ning Ruan, who was squatting in the iron pot and eating melon seeds, could feel the other party's unwillingness.

Just in case, she didn't send out her spiritual sense.

But I could still hear clearly what was happening outside.

"Save me...save me...I don't want to die..."

A weak and painful cry for help came from near the iron pot.

click-

Ning Ruan ate another melon seed.

The lamp with a burning flame was placed next to him.

Once inside the iron pot, she took the lamp out of the painting.

As for Mo Feng, he still remains in the painting.

It’s certainly uncomfortable in the painting, but at least it’s relatively safe.

The main thing is that she was not sure whether the black mist would come in through the iron pot after Mo Feng was released.

She is not a big problem.

But if Mo Feng isn't careful, he'll get hurt.

After all, he is a chef and he is always at her beck and call. Even if he has some selfish motives, it is within her tolerance range.

She still hopes to live longer with this cooperative and obedient temporary partner.

"Are you asking me for help?"

After swallowing the melon seeds in her mouth, Ning Ruan asked softly.

"Save me... Ning Ruan, save me!"

The Jiao clan cultivator's voice became even more painful.

Even without using spiritual sense, one could guess that he must be enduring unbearable pain at this moment.

But what does this have to do with her?

If she was in a good mood, she could indeed include them in her paintings and blackmail them.

But if she is in a bad mood, she won't accept it.

"No help!"

Ning Ruan said calmly, "Whether you live or die is none of my business. You guys want to kill me anyway, so go ahead and die!"

"Save...Save..."

The voice of the Jiao clan cultivator suddenly stopped.

He must have lost his temper.

But the movement outside continued.

click-

click-

Ning Ruan ate melon seeds calmly.

Probably because he felt thirsty, he picked up the gourd filled with milk tea at his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip.

Han Ze had made the milk tea for her before.

The taste is excellent and is very similar to Blue Star's drinks.

"This little remnant world is really fun, what do you think?"

Ning Ruan smiled as she looked at the scroll unfolded under the lamp.

The 'people' in the painting naturally cannot see the outside world.

But I can hear it.

From the newly arrived Lingmu clan and the Yan clan cultivators, they also roughly learned about the strangeness of this small remnant world.

The City Lord of Shadow City responded in a deep voice, "You have already offended the Jiao Clan by not saving the Jiao Clan cultivators from death. Ning Ruan, do you really want to offend all ten major races?"

"So what? The worst that can happen is death." Ning Ruan took another sip of milk tea and felt better. "But I'm not dead yet. On the contrary, whether you will die depends on my mood."

"If I'm in a good mood, you might die. If I'm in a bad mood, you might die too."

She just finished speaking.

From outside the iron pot, another extremely shrill scream was heard.

"Shui Yushan! How dare you... make me a scapegoat!"

"Damn! Damn you!"

The screams were mixed with anger and unwillingness!

At the same time, another voice came from afar:

"I had no choice. My cultivation is higher than yours, so I had a chance to escape. It's useless for you to use any means to save your life. It's better to save me first. I still have to spread the news about Ning Ruan!"

The voice quickly faded away.

Only that shrill and resentful voice remained.

"Shui Yushan! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Ah - save me, Ning Ruan, I know you can save me, save me, please save me..."

"..."

Ning Ruan almost laughed out of anger.

Isn't her attitude obvious?

Or do you think she is young and easy to talk to?

Each of them was arrogant when they were alive and wanted to take her life.

When they were about to die, they all turned to her for help.

"You ten great races are truly... shameless."

With just one sentence, the three monks in the scroll were seriously injured.

The elder of the Xuanshui tribe: "..."

The Lord of the Cinema City: “…”

And the destiny of the Yan tribe that was just sucked in along with the Lingmu tribe last night: "..."

The latter could not speak or talk.

Because of his bad temper, he has now been punished by the crooked 'people' in the painting.

Not only could he not speak, he couldn't even move.

The elder of the Xuanshui tribe already knew that the two people outside were her people. She remained silent for a rare time and refused to speak a word.

Finally, it was the Shadow City Lord who said, "Ning Ruan, your words are rather biased. Every tribe has its shameless members. How can you condemn them all? This is something your ancestors said. What you are saying now is a violation of their teachings."

"I just violated it, so what?"

Ning Ruan replied with six words.

The City Lord of the Cinema City was completely choked: "..."