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

escape!

You must escape immediately!

There's something wrong with Ning Ruan!

No wonder even the Grand Master of the Xuanshui Clan couldn't take her down.

I originally thought this was the work of that powerful Blood Bat Clan member and the strange fire...

Now it seems that it is not just that!

Ning Ruan himself, and he has something to protect himself!

This thought suddenly exploded in his mind.

He no longer cared about immortal weapons or spiritual weapons.

Almost by instinct, he forcibly reversed the surging spiritual power in his body, and regardless of the severe pain caused by the backlash, he was about to escape in the opposite direction of Ning Ruan!

However, just as he was about to run away——

The body suddenly stiffened.

An indescribable and irresistible suction force suddenly descended upon him!

This feeling... This is clearly that painting...

"Do not--!"

The Thunder Leopard Clan monk only had time to let out a short and extremely terrified roar before he flew uncontrollably off the ground!

The protective lightning flashing around his body shattered into pieces like fragile glass. His powerful Yuan-building realm cultivation seemed ridiculous and pale in the face of this powerful suction.

Even the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like the City Lord of the Movie City can be included in the mysterious scroll, so it is easy to collect only the Yuan-Building Realm cultivator.

It only takes a breath.

The Thunder Leopard Clan monk seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand and was dragged towards the unfolding scroll!

There is no room for struggle.

Under the horrified gaze of the group of cultivators at the back, this Yuan-building realm expert was instantly sucked into the painting, just like the lightning blade before!

No one was seen anymore.

I can't even sense any breath.

Ning Ruan didn't have time to listen to the other party's struggle and insults.

She didn't even turn on the sound.

Naturally, the other person's voice cannot be heard outside the picture.

Of course, there are other unlucky people who teach him how to be obedient.

After dealing with him, Ning Ruan turned his attention to the group of cultivators in the thirteenth realm.

He slowly uttered a word: "Get lost."

"..."

The group of cultivators at the Thirteenth Realm were probably frightened.

He didn't dare to attack those two spiritual weapons again.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these three guys are in cahoots with Ning Ruan!

"Ning... Ning Ruan, we... we didn't intend to attack you, we just wanted the spiritual weapon to save our lives."

"Yes, Ning Ruan, we have no grudges against each other. What the fellow Taoist just said is right. We should indeed work together."

Help the hell.

Having said that at the beginning, Ning Ruan didn't mind helping out.

It's just something that comes handy.

But now...

"If you really attacked me, would you still be standing here?" she asked.

Several cultivators at the Thirteenth Realm fell silent.

Ning Ruan ignored him.

Take back the scroll in front of you.

He picked up the iron pot again, turned around and flew away.

Mo Feng and the two captives hurried to follow.

Afraid of falling one step behind.

They all understood Ning Ruan's temper very well.

Easy to talk to.

It's hard to talk.

If you say you want to kill someone, you can kill them.

How can you not kill if you say so?

It's completely impossible to guess what she's thinking.

The strange fire began to devour the black fog again, quickly carving out a passage.

It took about a cup of tea.

The Blood Bat Clan cultivator couldn't help but speak up, "Fellow Daoist Ning, they're still following us. Should we intervene?"

Ning Ruan kept walking, "You want to take care of it?"

Blood Bat Clan monk: "..."

The Blood Bat Clan monk fell silent instantly.

He wanted to intervene, but he couldn't defeat him.

If Ning Ruan hadn't been there today, he would have lost his life to those guys.

I don’t know whether they wanted to kill Ning Ruan, but they definitely wanted to kill him.

This is understandable, just like he now wants to kill the group of guys following him.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ning, you're joking."

Ning Ruan said: "Then you really love to laugh."

Blood Bat Clan monk: "..."

Obviously, Ning Ruan was aware of his intention to kill someone by using another's knife.

The other party is angry.

He immediately shut his mouth and dared not say another word.

Compared to the blood bat tribe who are completely ignorant of the ways of the world.

His little friends from the Qinglin tribe seemed to be very sensible.

After Ning Ruan used the strange fire to devour a pile of black fog, Mo Feng suddenly caught up with her with a lantern.

Hand over a storage bag.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, this was given to you by the fellow Daoist from the Qinglin Clan."

"There are spiritual fruits inside, but they are not his. They were given to him by those guys behind him."

"The monks behind us said thank you for dispersing the black fog. Although they followed from a distance, the black fog did not dare to come forward."

"You didn't drive them away, which is a great favor. These spiritual fruits are specially given to you."

"But the fellow Daoist from the Qinglin Clan said that if you don't want to accept it, he can return it to them."

"..."

Ning Ruan had actually noticed that the group of guys were following him.

But they are not close, at most they are on the same path.

There is still a long distance between them and Mo Feng and the other two.

If she was more domineering, she could certainly stand up and stop them from going down this path.

But it is not necessary.

Love can never leave.

Although following behind is safer than running around.

But it is not absolutely safe.

Just a few minutes ago, a cloud of black fog rushed towards them, resulting in the death of one person.

She saw it but didn't intervene.

It can represent her attitude.

Seeing Ning Ruan remained silent, Mo Feng scratched his head, "Fellow Daoist Ning?"

He was just about to say, since they don’t want it, then give it back to them.

But before he could open his mouth, Ning Ruan had already taken the storage bag from him.

After the spiritual sense scanned.

Take out the spiritual fruit you want.

He returned the remaining spiritual fruits and the storage bag.

Mo Feng: “…” He really didn’t expect that Fellow Daoist Ning would actually want it.

Ning Ruan not only accepted it.

He even took one out and started tasting it on the spot.

Seeing that Mo Feng still didn't leave, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you think I won't want it?"

Mo Feng: “…”

Ning Ruan chuckled, "Why shouldn't I want it? They've definitely benefited from it, so why should I embarrass myself?"

She didn't take it for nothing.

Why do you want to morally blackmail yourself?

You don’t have to give it.

She won't refuse it even if you give it to her.

Eat with confidence!

Mo Feng: "..." It seems to be true.

But if you think about it, it's still weird.

And what's even weirder is...

An hour later...

The team following behind him suddenly expanded.

Yes, team!

It’s not just those few cultivators at the thirteenth level anymore.

It has expanded to dozens of people.

The highest level of cultivation even reaches the Yuan-building stage.

The lowest level of cultivation is the twelfth realm.

Of course, there were also people who tried to kill Ning Ruan and take away his spiritual weapon along the way.

But either he was beaten to death on the spot.

Or be sucked into the painting.

Only a very small number of people can escape by their own means.