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

Ning Ruan only felt the blood stagnate.

The bone-chilling cold is eroding inch by inch.

It's different from the normal perception of cold.

This chill did not come from the outside, but grew out of thin air from inside every inch of flesh and every feather.

Ning Ruan was forced to turn her head, and then she "saw" a dying Curse Crow cub beside her. The terrified expression on her face froze instantly, her gray-black pupils lost all their luster, and her entire body was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals in an instant.

The cub was still trying to struggle to stand up.

But in the end he couldn't stand up.

Because it has become a transparent ice sculpture.

It's not just him.

As far as the eye can see, all the monks of the Curse Crow Clan are like this.

Regardless of whether they were members of the Curse Crow Clan who had low cultivation and failed to escape from this area in time.

Or it has already struggled to fly away.

Everything is completely still at this moment.

The ice spread out of their bodies at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering their skin, freezing their wings, and sealing their last expressions.

This world soon became filled with countless lifelike yet dead and cold ice sculptures.

"Do not--!"

In the distance, the powerful members of the Curse Crow Clan who were confronting the enemy let out heart-wrenching roars.

They have not yet been completely covered by ice crystals.

But frost also condensed on the surface of the body.

"How could you do this? How could you do this?"

The Cursed Crow King's voice was hoarse, and his huge wings were shaking wildly.

His red eyes were almost bleeding, it was a kind of severe pain and powerlessness that came from the depths of his soul.

The human female cultivator's face remained as indifferent as ice, as if she had only done something insignificant.

She slowly closed her loose palm.

Five fingers gently grasped the air.

"Click..."

A crisp sound, so slight that it was almost inaudible, was clearly heard by every survivor, like the sound of a death knell.

The next moment, a series of hair-raising cracking sounds arose!

Countless ice sculptures below burst out with countless fine cracks from the inside out!

It was as if an invisible giant hand was ruthlessly crushing this frozen land.

“Puff…” “Puff puff puff…”

No explosion, no roar.

All the ice sculptures, along with the Curse Crow people frozen inside, were turned into powder by this grip.

Like dust blown by the wind, it flutters and scatters.

The place where countless ice sculptures existed before suddenly became empty.

Only the shimmering ice crystals and dust were left dancing in the sky, reflecting an extremely sad luster under the dim sky.

A dead silence.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

……

Ning Ruan suddenly opened her eyes!

Consciousness seemed to be pulled back from an icy abyss.

A sharp feeling of suffocation gripped her throat, and she instinctively opened her mouth and took a breath of cold, real air.

The night is still dark and the wind is howling.

Under the divine consciousness, there is already a glacier.

The Curse Crow Clan will never be seen again.

Nor could they see the human female cultivator who killed countless Curse Crow cultivators with just a wave of her hand.

The apocalyptic scene and the bone-deep despair seemed like just an extremely realistic nightmare.

But Ning Ruan knew that it was not a dream.

Nine times out of ten, it's something that actually happened.

That is most likely the truth behind the genocide of the Curse Crow Clan.

Ning Ruan took a deep breath.

Move your wrists slightly.

Control of the body is lost and regained.

She's finally back!

"what--!"

Beside him, Mo Feng's shrill scream suddenly came, filled with unspeakable fear and pain.

He suddenly sat up from the ice, holding his head tightly with both hands, his body curled up into a ball, shaking violently and uncontrollably, as if he was in great pain.

"Dead...all dead...the ice...is broken..." He screamed incoherently, his pupils dilated, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaked his temples and condensed into frost in the extreme cold.

Apparently, he went through the exact same thing.

The shock was so great that he lost his mind.

Almost at the same time as Mo Feng screamed, there was movement from the other side.

"Ho...ho..."

That was a cultivator from the Qinglin clan. Although he didn't shout, his eyes were wide open and his eyeballs were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets.

His mouth opened wide, but he could only make gasping sounds like a bellows, full of extreme fear.

The whole person seemed to be strangled by invisible fear and was on the verge of suffocation.

The last one to wake up was a monk from the Blood Bat Clan.

He woke up silently, sat up suddenly, and then froze in place, motionless.

His face was as pale as a dead person, and his eyes stared blankly at the endless darkness ahead, without any focus.

Only his clenched fists, with their knuckles white from excessive force, were trembling slightly.

He was also the first to speak.

"You all...saw it too?"

Ning Ruan took out a jade bottle from her storage belt.

He poured out three pills.

He threw one to Mo Feng and the two captives.

"Calm yourself first."

Perhaps he was too frightened, or perhaps he was really scared.

Even the extremely cautious Blood Bat Clan cultivator swallowed the pill in one gulp without even thinking.

The elixir melts in your mouth.

Soon, the mild medicinal power flowed to every part of their body, quickly calming the three people's frightened hearts.

Mo Feng's violent trembling gradually subsided, and his heavy breathing became slightly more regular, although his eyes were still full of panic.

But at least it is no longer in a completely fragmented state.

He raised his head blankly and looked at Ning Ruan, his lips whispering, the voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent night:

"Just now, I... it felt like my consciousness was pulled into another world and transformed into those evil creatures. I saw... all the cultivators in this world were frozen into ice, and then... turned into dust."

"They're all dead!"

Even though he had taken the pill, his face still showed an indelible expression of shock and fear.

He took a deep breath and instinctively looked at Ning Ruan. His voice was dry and hoarse, but a little more lucid than before: "...Fellow Daoist Ning, do you know what that was? Were we just... trapped in an illusion? Or..."

"It's not an illusion!" The one who answered him was a cultivator from the Blood Bat Clan. After taking the elixir, his previously empty eyes finally gained some focus. "It's definitely not an illusion."

The Green Scale Clan cultivator nodded solemnly, his voice deep and deep, "Me too... that feeling didn't feel fake. I can still recall the feeling of death."

It’s not painful actually.

That is, being frozen in an instant and losing all consciousness in an instant.

But that feeling of despair and powerlessness always lingers in my heart.

He couldn't imagine how that human female cultivator could unleash such powerful strength?

Is this something that is humanly possible?

And at that time, what he felt didn't seem to be spiritual power...

What exactly it was, he didn't know.

But it was instinct that made him feel afraid.

Also, the human race...

He couldn't help but stare at Ning Ruan. Did the human race once have such a strong person?

Then how strong are those races that caused the human race to be defeated?

The Qinglin Clan cultivator forced himself to calm down and said to Ning Ruan, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning, for the elixir. If it weren't for it, our minds would have been in danger of collapse."

He paused, then continued with difficulty, "What I just saw... was probably the scene of the genocide of the master of this small, ruined world. The Cursed Crow Clan... sounds somewhat familiar, but I don't remember much. Have you heard of them?"

I've heard it, just heard it from Fellow Daoist Ning... Mo Feng moved his lips, "I don't know."

The Blood Bat Clan monk also said: "I have never heard of it either. I think the clan has been exterminated for a long time."

In fact, you don’t have to think about it to know this.

That ice-type human female cultivator is so powerful, and it seems that she is related to immortals. With such a person, will the human race still be in decline?

But the thought just came up.

He couldn't help but think of the nonsensical conversation between the group of monks.

That Yan Clan cultivator also said, "Some of the old guys in the human race are disobedient. Be careful that the human race will become the next Curse Crow Clan."

This tone clearly showed no respect at all.

After he said this, the powerful human female cultivator did not respond.

Not even angry.

Is this the reaction of the elders in the clan after being insulted?

Under the dark night.

A beam of light staggered over from a distance.

But before it flew to Ning Ruan and the others, a shrill scream came from the direction of the escape light.

The escaping light fell down with a loud bang.

Mo Feng tightly grasped the lamp in his hand and quickly looked at Ning Ruan, "It's the evil creature of the Curse Crow Clan. It has turned into black mist again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. "No... No, there are so many evil creatures, not just one. How can there be so many?"

A scene that even Mo Feng could sense.

Of course, the two captives, who were at a much higher level of cultivation than him, could also sense it.

Even Ning Ruan saw further than him.

Too much.

Countless black mists are flying in the air.

If you see any living thing, chase it.

But in an instant, with his spiritual sense, he saw a lot of escaping lights falling.

It has become the home ground of the black fog.

The expressions of the monks from the Green Scale Clan and the Blood Bat Clan changed drastically.

Ning Ruan threw the feather fan over casually.

"If you don't want to die, the three of you should get closer. Two spiritual weapons can protect the three of you. Maybe that will work."

The Blood Bat Clan monks are quick-eyed and quick-handed.

He took the feather fan.

His eyes were full of brilliant colors.

At this moment, he has obtained the spiritual weapon.

One spiritual weapon protecting one person is certainly better than two spiritual weapons protecting three people!

Greed and the desire to survive flickered in his eyes.

To run or not to run?

This is his only chance.

Having just experienced such a horrifying thing, Ning Ruan is just a small cultivator, and she is young, so maybe she won't come anyway?

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the fan handle, the spiritual energy in his body became slightly agitated, and he almost immediately activated his escape technique to escape from this place.

However, just as his thoughts were coming to mind—

Ning Ruan didn't even turn around to look at him, but her cold and calm voice rang out in the silent night:

"If you dare to run, I will kill you."

"You took my things and you want to escape? Are you dreaming?"

"Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will kill you. Seriously."

Blood Bat Clan monk: "..."

His whole body suddenly stiffened, and the spiritual power he had just raised was like a basin of ice water poured over his head, instantly dissipating without a trace.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the feather fan turned white from being pinched, but he dared not move even a little.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling, and forced a smile, "Friend Ning, you misunderstood. Why would I run away? You only lent me this feather fan, and I will return it after using it."

"..."

The Qinglin clan cultivator next to him took in the entire scene, and the same restless thoughts in his heart were instantly extinguished.

Although he was not the one being threatened openly, how could he not understand the principle of killing the chicken to scare the monkey?

He hurriedly bowed to Ning Ruan, his tone filled with unprecedented respect and urgency: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ning, we have absolutely no second thoughts! Only by working together can we have a glimmer of hope!"

Mo Feng also reacted. Although his face turned pale with fear, he still quickly hugged the lantern and moved towards the Blood Bat Clan.

He wanted to follow Ning Ruan.

But it's not that I can't understand the situation.

Anyway, just listen to Fellow Daoist Ning!

Ning Ruan then slowly took out the iron pot.

His spiritual sense swept towards the black fog in the distance that seemed to be out of control and flying around.

Many of them seemed to sense the presence of living people on their side.

Coming fast.

She shook the iron pan in her hand.

The entire bottom of the pot was instantly filled with strange fire.

"Follow me and keep safe."

Her voice remained calm, without a trace of nervousness.

Seeing this, the three people behind him did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly followed closely.

The Blood Bat Clan cultivator and Mo Feng protected the Green Scale Clan cultivator who had no spiritual weapon in the middle, one on each side.

Ning Ruan no longer cared about what was happening behind him.

Look straight ahead.

The black mist is extremely fast.

In a moment, it was right in front of us.

As the only one without the protection of a spiritual weapon, she became the first target of attack.

The black mist rushed towards her.

Ning Ruan didn't hide.

With a flip of his wrist, the iron pot was swung out horizontally with an extremely brutal force without any fancy moves!

The moment the strange fire came into contact with the black fog, the flames suddenly grew larger.

In just a moment, the black fog was completely enveloped and swallowed.

The flames shot up into the sky, and even the sudden increase in coldness on the glacier was dispelled a lot.

The huge black fog soon disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

However, the iron pot continued to move forward, sweeping towards another black mist that was trying to attack her.

"Snapped!"

The strange fire was once again stained with black mist.

The flames rose up and swallowed the black fog at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Ruan did not stop and continued to move forward.

The iron pan in his hand was either slapped, swept, or smashed, with simple and rough movements.

But with the blessing of the strange fire, the weak and vulnerable thing turned into black mist.

It collapses when touched and burns when touched.

She held the iron pot in one hand, and with her endless brute force, she forged a path through the black fog.

Wherever it passed, the black fog was either swallowed up or exploded and retreated.

He had been worried that some of the fish might slip through the net and attack him, a Qinglin cultivator without a spiritual weapon, but now he was completely relieved.

There is no fish that slips through the net!

The black fog...was all blocked by Ning Ruan alone!

If they had known that her strange fire was so useful, they would have gone crazy trying to snatch the spiritual weapon.

Wouldn’t it be enough to just follow Ning Ruan?

He didn't have to be severely beaten, and his storage spiritual tools were robbed.

As for the fact that they were beaten because they were thinking about Ning Ruan's magic weapon first, he completely ignored it.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, these black mists seem to be flying out from the south!"

The Qinglin clan monk shouted loudly.