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

boom--

Thousands of sword lights burst out from the scroll—

The sword light was dazzling, illuminating the entire world.

It poured down towards Wang Xuan like a torrential downpour!

"..."

The sneer on Wang Xuan's face suddenly froze.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes showed fear.

He looked in disbelief at the sword light in front of him that seemed to be able to destroy the world.

I instinctively want to mobilize the spiritual power around my body.

However, he discovered that the power that he could control at will in normal times was now stagnant, as if it had fallen into an invisible quagmire.

Before the thousands of sword lights reached his body, the invisible sword intent emitted by him had completely blocked and frozen the space around him.

"No...this is impossible!"

He roared like a madman.

He even tried to burn his blood and essence to break free.

But it was all in vain.

In the face of such absolute power, he was left with only powerlessness and despair.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

The sword light was like rain, descending in an instant.

The defensive spiritual weapon on Wang Xuan's body, which had been activated long ago, was as fragile as paper in front of the thousands of sword lights containing supreme sword intent. It could not even withstand a moment's attack and broke into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the protective aura was also penetrated.

Then the flesh, bones, meridians, internal organs, and even every drop of blood were completely torn apart, destroyed, annihilated, and dissipated into the night under the ravages of the sword light.

Only an extremely dim, almost transparent shadow of the soul escaped in panic at the moment the physical body collapsed.

Letting out a silent, utterly terrifying scream, it tried to escape into the void.

however--

The sword lights in the sky seemed to have their own spirits, like a shark smelling blood, it changed direction in an instant and wrapped around silently.

"laugh……"

A sound so soft that it was almost inaudible was heard.

The remaining soul couldn't even struggle, and it dissipated like green smoke under the entanglement of the dark sword light, completely turning into nothingness.

The soul is gone.

Complete annihilation of both body and soul.

From the arrival of thousands of sword lights to the destruction of Wang Xuan's body and the dissipation of his soul, the entire process was breathtakingly fast.

The moment Wang Xuan's aura completely dissipated, the scroll also dissipated in mid-air.

The sword lights in the sky also lost all their brilliance and disappeared completely.

It's like it never happened.

Only the terrifying sword intent lingering in the air proved the devastating blow that had just been delivered.

The area around the altar fell into a deeper silence than before.

All the monks stood frozen in place, holding their breath, fearing that the slightest movement would bring about the arrival of the terrifying sword light again.

Only Ning Ruan was calm and composed, as if she had accomplished an insignificant task, and flew down from mid-air.

Stand next to the body of the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator.

After making sure the other person was still breathing, she calmly took out several bottles, pried open their mouths, and poured the unknown spiritual liquid in the bottles into their mouths one by one.

After pouring three bottles.

The Nine-tailed female cultivator slowly opened her eyes.

The fear and pain in his eyes almost became tangible.

Ning Ruan poured another bottle of spiritual liquid into the man's mouth without hesitation, "Don't worry, Wang Xuan is already dead. His body and soul are gone. This can be considered as revenge for you."

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

After a moment of stagnation, the fox's eyes, which had been dimmed by pain and fear, suddenly burst into an incredible light.

She rolled her eyes with difficulty and looked around.

The altar still stood, with pillars of light shooting up into the sky, but the suffocating, terrifying pressure from Wang Xuan... had indeed disappeared!

"You... killed him?"

"That's it."

Ning Ruan nodded, "Don't talk for now, or he really can't be saved."

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

She exhaled with difficulty, her eyes dimming again. "He has destroyed my golden core. My meridians are shattered, and my sea of ​​consciousness... is also completely damaged. Even if I live... I am useless..."

"Ning Ruan...you don't have to save me...If...if it's possible, you can just let my soul enter your pot...I can be your spirit..."

After saying these words, it seemed as if all her energy had been exhausted.

The moment he finished speaking, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Ruan: “?”

"Are you dreaming?"

Ning Ruan didn't want to listen to her nonsense anymore, so he poured all the spiritual liquid in all the bottles and jars into her mouth.

Do you still want to be the spirit of her iron pot?

How weird would it be to eat every time?

Just as Ning Ruan finished pouring the last bottle of spiritual liquid, Han Ze, who had been opening the altar, finally turned around and spoke:

"Senior Sister Ning, the altar is about to open. I can only delay it for another half a minute. If you want to kill someone else, you may need to hurry up."

"!!!"

Han Ze's voice instantly brought everyone present back to their senses.

All the monks took a few steps back.

Especially after seeing Ning Ruan slowly stand up, he was frightened out of his wits, fearing that this evil star would be unhappy and take out the horrific scroll again.

Even if reason told them that Ning Ruan might not have a second copy of such a horrific thing.

But what if?

If this kind of thing still exists, how can they withstand it?

What’s even more terrifying is that even though the painting is so powerful, it has no effect on the small remnant world at all.

"escape!"

I don't know who shouted first.

The group of Shadow Clan cultivators brought by Wang Xuan suddenly turned around and fled.

Relying on their racial advantage, they hid their bodies in the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The escape speed is extremely fast.

What's worse, some people even burned their blood and essence for fear of escaping too slowly.

"Ning... Ning Ruan, we didn't attack you... at least, we haven't attacked you in the Small Remnant Realm..."

Behind Shui Ling'er, a Jindan cultivator from the Xuanshui clan took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, stepped forward, and bowed to Ning Ruan.

Shui Yingxue pursed her lips and explained in a deep voice, "Ning Ruan, we are different from the Shadow Clan. The Xuanshui Clan has always wanted immortal artifacts, and we have no mortal hatred against you."

"If we had known that there was a magical weapon in the altar, our target would have been here from the beginning. There would have been no need to snatch it from you."

Ning Ruan glanced at them sideways, her tone calm, "I'm not a judge, why should I care why you're fighting?"

"You stole it, so you stole it." She suddenly curled her lips slightly. "Why, are you afraid that I will take out the painting again and kill you all?"

"You are too timid. Maybe I didn't draw it at all?"

"How about you guys make a bet? If I don't paint anymore, then the magic weapon on me will be yours, right?"

Ning Ruan smiled purely and looked like an innocent little girl.

But none of the monks present dared to really think she was naive.

This is an evil star!

The Xuanshui Clan's Jindan cultivator who had spoken first swallowed hard, not daring to move. "Ning Ruan, since there are immortal artifacts in the altar, there's no need for us to be enemies anymore. We should just rely on our own luck..."

"Why? Because you're so thick-skinned?"

Ning Ruan asked back with a smile.

The Jindan cultivator's face twitched uncontrollably, his teeth clenching. "Ning Ruan, don't go too far."

"Bullying, so what?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes, "I remember when we were outside, you Xuanshui people seemed to be so domineering."

"Why are you allowed to bully others but I'm not allowed to bully you?"

"Wang Xuan didn't let you into the altar, so why should I let you in?"

Ning Ruan raised her hand and took out a painting.

"Wow——!"

All the monks retreated in unison without even thinking!

The movements were so swift and orderly, as if they had been rehearsed countless times!

Under the cover of night, every face was filled with extreme fear and horror.

His eyes were fixed on the seemingly ordinary scroll in Ning Ruan's hand, as if it was not a painting, but a ferocious beast from ancient times that could devour people at any time!

And so it is.

This painting is more terrifying than the prehistoric beast!

"She...she actually still has it?!"

"She actually has a second painting like this!"

"Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"

"..."

The monks around retreated further away from the altar.

The powerful men of the Xuanshui clan protected Shui Yingxue and Shui Ling'er behind them and followed the cultivator back a few steps.

The Jindan cultivator who had just tried to negotiate now looked ashen, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. "Ning Ruan, calm down, calm down first!"

"Yeah, we're not going in, that's it!"

"..."

Listening to the tribesmen's weak pleas for mercy, Shui Ling'er couldn't utter a word.

It’s a different picture again.

She didn't even dare to guess what was in this scroll.

If it were still those sword lights, she would have died here today.

For Ning Ruan, apart from Ling'er, there is no one in the Xuanshui clan that she cannot kill or dares to kill.

Ning Ruan took the scroll and tapped it lightly on her palm. She smiled at the people who were so nervous that they wanted to hide in the ground. She blinked:

"Huh? Why are you so nervous?"

"I just took it out to look at it, I didn't say I was going to open it."

Her tone was relaxed, even a little innocent.

His right hand moved.

She took the scroll back.

At the same time, the girl's voice, slightly teasing, came, "I'm kidding you. I'm not Wang Xuan. We humans would never do such immoral things."

"You can come in if you want, it depends on your luck. I wouldn't do something like monopolizing something just because I found it."

"..."

The Xuanshui clan cultivator's face turned pale: "..."

The insults are so obvious, why not just name and insult the ten major races?

The ten major races present all lowered their heads silently.

Certainly not out of guilt or shame.

The main reason is that I don’t want to be noticed by that evil star.

"Senior Sister Ning, I'm fine now."

Han Ze finally stopped pinching the seal.

The moment he finished speaking——

"Buzz!"

The originally stable and bright pillar of light in the center of the altar suddenly emitted a low humming sound.

Then, in front of everyone's astonished gaze, the beam of light suddenly exploded like broken glass!

Countless tiny rays of light poured down like a rainstorm, precisely covering every monk around the altar!

"How is this going?"

"not good--"

As soon as the scream was heard, the beam of light had already hit the body.

An irresistible huge suction force came instantly, enveloping everyone's body.

next moment--

The space is violently distorted!

All the monks who were enveloped by the light didn't even have time to react before their figures disappeared instantly.

-

Under the night sky of the glacier.

Silence returned around the altar.

Only the residual spatial fluctuations in the air proved that there was indeed trace of a large teleportation array in operation just now.

And at this moment, inside the altar.

In a dim space exuding an ancient atmosphere.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Figures appeared out of thin air like dumplings falling from the sky.

The circular stone chamber, which was originally huge and spacious, suddenly became crowded.

The monks of all races looked around in confusion.

They were just outside the altar, how come they were here in the blink of an eye?

The idea just came up.

Then I heard a familiar voice of a girl from the crowd:

"I'm so sorry, I lied to you again. In fact, whether you can enter the altar or not is not up to me at all."

"When you step into the vicinity of the altar, you are admitted by default!"

"Isn't it a surprise?"

"..."

All the monks froze in place.

The expressions on the face are wonderful.

I got fooled again.

A group of cultivators in the Yuan-building stage and even the Jindan stage were all coaxed like dogs by Ning Ruan, a young human cultivator in the ninth realm.

But they have to believe it.

If you believe it, she might be lying to you.

But if you don't believe it, she might be telling the truth.

Shui Yingxue has experienced many times how difficult Ning Ruan's mouth is to deal with.

She was afraid that a group of Jindan masters in the clan would not be able to resist and stand out again, so she quickly sent a message, "Ning Ruan is that kind of person, don't bother with her."

"..."

"Care about it? Do we have the right to care about it? With that painting here, even if the leader is here, he won't be able to do anything to her."

A Jindan cultivator sighed and sent a message back.

At this moment, all the monks were enduring.

They had no choice but to endure.

Just now.

Suddenly someone screamed—

I originally thought that Ning Ruan had attacked someone.

What happened was that a monk suddenly fell to the ground, his body twisted in an extremely unnatural posture, his face was ugly purple, and his eyes were wide open.

He was screaming and waving his hands around.

Countless fireballs flew everywhere as the spiritual power in his body circulated.

Many monks were affected. After a moment of shock, they hurriedly dodged towards the stairs ahead.

There were also monks who looked at the person lying on the ground in surprise and doubt.

"what happened?"

"What's up with him?"

"...I don't know. He just became like this all of a sudden, like his body was restrained by something."

"..."

At this moment, the Nine-tailed female cultivator who was actually tied up with ropes was finally released by Ning Ruan.

She retracted the soul-binding rope and said to the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator, who had managed to stand and walk, but whose injuries were too severe and had not yet fully recovered, "You probably don't want to be left outside the altar by yourself, right? I brought you in because I was afraid you would get hurt."

"Thank you..."

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator uttered two words.

It's just that his expression is quite unnatural.

She felt a little embarrassed when she thought of the scene where she had begged to be a human spirit.

Originally, I really thought it was useless, so I wanted to practice directly as a spirit of the weapon.

This was a decision she made after hesitating for a long time.

Who would have thought that Ning Ruan had managed to reconnect her meridians, repair her sea of ​​consciousness, and even erase the indelible scar on her chest...

"Mo Feng."

Ning Ruan cried out.

Mo Feng, who had been standing not far from her, hurried forward and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I'm here."