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

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan's footsteps paused imperceptibly, and then he let out an even more arrogant sneer, "Spatial turbulence? Ha, Great Zongzheng, you underestimate me, Wang Xuan."

"If you don't even dare to take this little risk, how can you even talk about seizing the immortal weapon? Do you think I'm you?"

The power of shadow surged around him, and his figure instantly became blurred, even difficult for his spiritual sense to grasp. "I want to see whether the space of this small remnant world collapses first, or whether I can crush that little bug to death first and bring out the immortal weapon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a twisted shadow and forcefully crashed into the small remnant world.

Following him, several Shadow Clan elders also followed in.

Da Zong was looking at the entrance expressionlessly.

A barely perceptible hint of sarcasm flashed deep in his eyes.

The elders of the Feather Clan just looked at each other in bewilderment. They also wanted to go in, but even if they were not afraid of the spatial turbulence, the Grand Master who was blocking the way would never let anyone go.

Even if they were added together, they wouldn't be as threatening as Wang Xuan.

What's lacking is not strength.

It’s identity!

Damn Ning Ruan... The strong man of the Feather Clan cursed in his heart for the umpteenth time.

How can a secret like a magic weapon be spread everywhere?

……

"I always feel like someone is scolding me."

Ning Ruan, who was working hard to dig a hole, tilted his head slightly.

Mo Feng: "..." He held the lamp carefully, not knowing how to respond.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, it's not me."

"You wouldn't dare if you knew it wasn't you." Ning Ruan responded.

Mo Feng: "..." Although this was true, he didn't know how to respond.

Just about to speak.

The glacier that was shining above my head suddenly darkened.

Mo Xian was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the lamp.

The flame on the lamp still emitted a faint light.

But you can also see from below that it’s dark again!

but……

it's dark!

Mo Feng looked at himself in great surprise, then at Ning Ruan who was also observing the sky not far ahead, and said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist Ning, you're right, we really weren't separated! We weren't randomly teleported either! This is great!"

God knows how much he fears the dark!

Even though he was holding a life-saving spiritual weapon in his hand, he was still very scared.

The lamp can protect against evil things, but it cannot protect against the monks who also enter this small remnant world!

Ning Ruan thought thoughtfully, "So, as long as you are in the original building of the Curse Crow Clan, you will not be randomly teleported."

Mo Feng looked puzzled: "Cursed Crow Clan?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" Ning Ruan asked back.

"Never heard of it." Mo Feng answered truthfully.

Ning Ruan didn't continue the topic and asked, "Do you feel that the night is falling faster today?"

"Ah?" Mo Feng really didn't feel anything.

Originally, the daytime in this small remnant world was shorter than the nighttime.

Ning Ruan didn't leave, took out the iron pot, and said to Mo Feng: "Cook, I'm hungry."

Mo Feng: "..." He didn't say that cultivators would never feel hungry.

It’s good to be hungry.

As long as he is hungry, he has value in existence.

Having cooked several times, Mo Feng is now more adept at it.

And focus on taste.

If his cooking was about the same as usual for the first meal, now, after a day and a night, his cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

They skillfully lit a fire and prepared the ingredients, and soon, the tempting aroma filled the underground passage.

He stir-fried the food with great concentration, striving to get every degree of heat just right.

Ning Ruan waited with her chin propped up on the side, her eyes occasionally sweeping over the Curse Crow Clan lamp that Mo Feng carefully placed not far from him.

The dark flame was still burning quietly, casting a swaying light and shadow, stretching and distorting the shadows of the two people, and reflecting them on the crystal ice wall, adding a bit of weirdness.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Ning." Mo Feng served the cooked dishes and handed them over enthusiastically.

Ning Ruan took it, picked up the chopsticks, and took a bite of the food when Mo Feng, who was cleaning the cooking utensils, suddenly stiffened.

He suddenly raised his head, and his originally gentle and submissive eyes instantly became sharp and unfamiliar, filled with greed and murderous intent, staring at Ning Ruan intently——

"Mine...all mine!"

He let out a low, hoarse roar from his throat, and the next moment, he ignored everything and raised his hand to shoot the same dirty black mucus at Ning Ruan...

Ning Ruan, who was still holding the bowl, asked: "?"

The change came too fast and too suddenly!

Ning Ruan held the bowl and retreated quickly, narrowly avoiding it.

The slime hit the ice where she had just stood, making a "hissing" corrosive sound. A small pit was melted out of the solid ice, and wisps of black smoke rose.

She frowned.

Just as he was about to speak, his mind suddenly sank.

A cold and violent thought rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness without warning, madly clamoring for killing and plundering!

The treasure is hers!

The spiritual weapon is hers!

The immortal weapon is also hers!

It's all hers!

The hideous and distorted face of Mo Feng in front of her made her want to tear it apart!

But in the next moment——

Another thought came to mind.

She had so many treasures, more than she could fit them all in.

There are also countless spiritual weapons, occupying the storage space.

She also has a magic weapon, but it seems to be just like that.

As soon as the thought came to her mind, Ning Ruan's consciousness suddenly returned.

A flash of crimson flashed across her eyes, but she forced it down.

And in the split second when her mind was slightly shaken, Mo Feng, whose attack missed, had gone completely crazy, with only greedy desire left in his eyes.

He roared and pounced forward like a wild beast, his five fingers forming claws, and his fingertips were covered with that disgusting black slime.

He went straight for Ning Ruan's head, aiming for mutual destruction!

The posture seemed as if he would not hesitate to be torn to pieces as long as he could kill her!

Ning Ruan put the bowl aside and sighed, seeming to regret that the meal was interrupted.

The next moment, she went straight up to meet him.

While dodging Mo Feng's claws sideways, he threw a straight punch without any fancy moves, relying purely on physical strength, and hit Mo Feng's chest accurately!

"Oh!"

A dull sound that made one's teeth ache.

Mo Feng's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. Before he could even make any sound, he flew backwards without any resistance and slammed heavily into the hard ice wall behind him!

In this punch, she directly used her left fist which had glass bone.

For Mo Feng, who only has the eleventh level of cultivation, it is really too much to bear.

When Ning Ruan approached, he had already completely fainted.

Where he was hit, his clothes were torn to pieces, and a clear fist mark was left.