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

The further south you go, the colder it gets.

The black fog also comes from the south.

In the previous scene that did not seem like an illusion, if you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that when the Curse Crows were shouting and fleeing towards the altar, they were also fleeing in the south.

All information seems to be pointing south.

Ning Ruan threw out a few spiritual fruits.

Mo Feng finished one in a few bites without hesitation.

The two captives, who had been freezing for a long time, looked at each other in confusion. This was no longer the time when they were in such a state of panic.

I was a little hesitant about whether to eat it or not.

Perhaps he had seen through their thoughts, so Mo Feng spoke silently, "Fellow Daoist Ning, this spiritual fruit is very effective in resisting the cold. After eating it, you won't feel cold for at least the entire day."

"..."

The Qinglin Clan cultivator smiled awkwardly and took a bite. "I was just curious about the effects of this spiritual fruit. So that's how it works. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning."

He was obviously more knowledgeable about the ways of the world than the monks of the Blood Bat Clan.

When the latter saw that he had eaten it all, he no longer hesitated.

I finished one in a few bites.

As the spiritual fruit entered his stomach, the coldness suddenly dissipated.

The effect is far better than Mo Feng said.

The two captives were shocked, and then showed an expression of understanding.

No wonder even Mo Feng, who has lower cultivation, weaker strength, and even worse spiritual weapons than them, can withstand the cold better than them.

It must be because of this spiritual fruit.

Without the bother of the cold, their spiritual energy flowed smoothly, and the four of them moved a little faster.

Along the way, many monks died at the hands of the black fog.

In the dark night, on the glacier, the corpses of monks can be seen everywhere.

They were all covered in black, and their death looked ugly. However, because they had been dead for a long time, some of them were covered with frost.

As a monk, who hasn’t had human lives on their hands?

But it is hard not to sigh when seeing such a scene.

They entered this small remnant world together.

It's a bit like the death of a rabbit and the grief of the fox.

But soon.

They can no longer be sad.

Several monks fled in panic.

The first thing I saw was Ning Ruan using strange fire to clear the way ahead.

Before they could get excited, they saw the two spiritual weapons of the Curse Crow Clan behind them.

If they were outside, they might not even take a second look at this kind of spiritual weapon.

But at this time and place, the spiritual weapon of the Curse Crow Clan is a life-saving thing!

The Jindan stage cultivators are going crazy fighting for it!

If they had spiritual weapons, would they still be chased like stray dogs?

In just a moment, this group of fleeing monks made a judgment!

But before they could take action.

The Qinglin clan cultivator who had done the same thing understood it at a glance.

"Fellow Daoists!" He reacted the fastest, immediately taking a step forward and speaking in a deep voice, "This place is extremely dangerous. This black fog is definitely not something that one person can stop! We should work together. Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope! Don't make mistakes!"

He tried to calm down this group of monks who obviously had bad intentions. Although Ning Ruan should be able to solve the problem, it is better to have less trouble than more in the current situation.

Of course it would be better if peace could be reached.

"Work together?"

As soon as the Qinglin Clan cultivator finished speaking, a thirteenth realm cultivator sneered, his eyes never leaving the two spiritual weapons:

"That's easy to say! Without a spiritual weapon to protect you, how can you help us? Are you waiting to be devoured by those ghosts? Instead, hand over your spiritual weapons, maybe we can help you break out together!"

As he finished speaking, several cultivators beside him had already dispersed tacitly, surrounding Ning Ruan and the other three. Some of them even took out their spiritual weapons, as if they were ready to take action.

Ning Ruan finally stopped.

She didn't even look back at the group of monks who were surrounding her, but just looked at the large amount of black fog that was being drawn in front of her.

She frowned slightly, as if she felt that their presence was further hindering her efficiency in clearing the road.

"Tsk." She made a very light and impatient smacking sound.

The Thunder Leopard Clan cultivator who has reached the Yuan Building Realm has been keeping an eye on her.

He wanted much more than the other monks.

What they are thinking about is the spiritual weapon.

But what he was thinking about, besides spiritual weapons, was also immortal weapons!

Just when he was hesitating whether to attack Ning Ruan directly——

Ning Ruan moved first.

She turned her wrist, and the iron pot, with a heart-pounding whistling sound, did not smash into the black fog, but swung to the side and back with lightning speed!

The target was none other than the most arrogant cultivator from the Thirteenth Realm!

The monk had never expected Ning Ruan to suddenly attack, let alone that the attack would come so quickly and so brutally!

He hastily raised a bone shield to block in front of him.

"Bang!!"

A loud dull thud!

The iron pot hit the bone shield hard!

The bone shield, which appeared to be of decent quality on the surface, suddenly dimmed the moment it came into contact with the iron pot.

Several cracks appeared on the spot.

But it’s much more than that.

The strange fire gathered on the iron pot exploded with a "boom".

In an instant, the cracked bone shield was completely engulfed!

The Thirteenth Realm cultivator's expression changed drastically.

Without thinking, he abandoned his shield and fled.

He retreated backward in a panic, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the iron pot.

He was just swept by the escaping hot air wave, his clothes were scorched, his blood was boiling, and his face was full of fear.

However, just as he stepped back and everyone's attention was drawn to him, something strange happened!

The Thunder Leopard Clan cultivator in the Yuan-building Realm, who had not taken any action but was ready to strike, suddenly had a glint of ruthlessness and determination in his eyes.

It's now!

When Ning Ruan’s strange fire is not by his side!

boom--

The spiritual power in the body of the Thunder Leopard Clan monk burst out without reservation.

The lightning flashed all around him, and a sharp blade wrapped in the power of thunder and lightning suddenly tore through the darkness and pierced Ning Ruan's defenseless back! The speed was so fast and the power was so fierce that no one could react.

Ning Ruan turned around suddenly.

The sharp blade arrived in an instant.

But she showed no fear.

Didn't even dodge.

Just as the force of the blade pierced through her heart, a landscape painting suddenly appeared a few inches away from her body.

There are countless crooked 'people' in the painting.

Ning Ruan's clear eyes looked at the Thunder Leopard Clan monk not far away through the painting.

The lips were slightly curved, with a very faint, almost playful smile.

The lightning blade that condensed all the strength of the Thunder Leopard Clan monks and was determined to obtain was blocked by the scroll that lay across their bodies.

Under normal circumstances, the sharp blade would naturally pass through the scroll and then penetrate the person behind the scroll.

However at this moment...

Not so!

The moment it touched the scroll, the sharp blade disappeared into the sea.

Without causing any ripples or even making a sound, it just disappeared out of thin air!

If not everyone saw it with their own eyes, they would even think that the scene just now was an illusion.

"!!!"

The most shocking thing was the Thunder Leopard Clan monk who condensed the Thunder Blade with his own hands.

At this moment, the fierceness and determination on his face froze instantly, turning into extreme horror!

His full-strength attack, a killing move that could even seriously injure cultivators of the same level, was just... gone?

How could this be?

What on earth is that painting?!

His eyes of disbelief suddenly met the pair of eyes behind the scroll, which were still clear and seemed to be mocking.

A chill that penetrated his bones instantly swept through his entire body!