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

Chapter 1123 Shui Ling'er found a way

"Just watch her and follow me." Ning Ruan said.

Mo Feng immediately revealed an expression of surprise and nodded frantically, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ning, I will definitely protect you!"

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

She looked at the other person silently.

The Ant Tribe, eleventh realm... is so terribly weak.

She really wanted to say no, but when she sensed her physical condition, she swallowed her words back.

There is no major problem with my health now.

But if we really fight, it will definitely cause more injuries.

It’s hard to say whether Ning Ruan will still spend such a huge price to save her at that time.

"There's a stone staircase over there, get out of here!"

I don't know who shouted.

Indeed, many monks headed towards the stone stairs.

Shui Ling'er frowned and subconsciously said, "Don't go over there yet, it will be dangerous!"

However, no one paid attention to this reminder except the cultivators of the Xuanshui clan.

Just a moment——

"what--"

Then another scream rang out from the crowd.

This time there was more than one.

Countless screams rang out one after another.

The stone chamber, which had been relatively orderly, suddenly became a mess.

All the monks who were running towards the stone stairs in front had their bodies twisted strangely, just like the previous one, as if they were tied up and restrained by invisible ropes.

The more I struggled, the tighter 'it' seemed to get.

In panic, he could only try to break it open with spiritual power.

But the 'rope' did not exist, and all kinds of spells either hit himself or other monks around him.

For a moment, the stone chamber fell into complete chaos.

"Damn, what the hell is this?!"

"Why is it getting tighter and tighter?"

"No, if we continue like this, not only will we not be able to break free, but we'll also die here!"

"..."

The first monk to develop this strange symptom has died.

It's not that he died from this symptom.

He was killed by other monks.

In just a moment, several more cultivators died in the clash of magic.

"There's something wrong with the stone stairs! If you get close to that, you'll be haunted by that ghost thing!"

Finally, a monk realized that something was wrong.

But the moment he finished speaking.

A figure passed through the crowd and went straight to the stairs.

He didn't show any abnormalities.

The stairs spiral downward, and after stepping onto them, the other party seemed to have not expected it to be so smooth.

He even turned around to take a look at the chaotic and battered stone chamber.

He turned his head and looked at the passage leading down the stairs.

In the end, the temptation of the immortal weapon is greater.

Without any hesitation, he hurried down the stairs.

With the first, there is the second.

Soon, someone else successfully stepped onto the stairs.

His back figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Then the third, the fourth...

After successfully leaving about ten monks, if you still can't see the way out, then your life will be in vain.

All the monks who left successfully, without exception, had one thing in common.

In their hands or on their bodies, they all carried an ancient and outdated spiritual weapon.

This almost broken spiritual weapon obviously couldn't be theirs.

Then there is only one answer!

"Spiritual weapon! With the spiritual weapon of the Curse Crow Clan, we can pass smoothly!"

Someone roared, and it was like a thunderclap, instantly waking up all the monks who were still struggling in the chaos!

His gaze suddenly became extremely hot and crazy!

They had already stepped onto the stone stairs and there was nothing they could do for the time being.

But among the monks who did not step onto the stone stairs, there were still some holding the spiritual weapons of the Curse Crow Clan.

"Hand over the spiritual weapon!"

"Give me!"

"If you don't give me the spiritual weapon, you will die!"

The stone chamber, which was just in chaos due to a strange situation, instantly turned into a bloody killing field!

With the temptation of immortal weapons, all the cultivators are bloodthirsty!

"Pfft!"

A monk holding a broken bone ornament was pierced through the chest by an ice arrow from behind before he could even step onto the stairs. He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the arrow tip that pierced his body. The bone ornament in his hand had been snatched away by a bloody hand!

"No--!" he roared angrily.

But the voice had just fallen.

My body suddenly felt like it was tightly bound by something.

It's difficult to move another step.

He could only watch helplessly as the attacks of the other monks beside him fell on him...

The monk who had taken away his spiritual weapon had successfully broken free from his restraints and stepped onto the stone stairs.

Similar scenes were played out throughout the stone chamber.

The blood instantly dyed the cold ground red.

at the same time.

There were also monks who relied on their own brute force to break free from their restraints and rushed towards the stone stairs.

This gave the monks who had already been infected a glimpse of hope.

Even if there is no spiritual weapon, there are other ways.

But there are not many monks with strong brute force.

Apart from physical cultivators, only certain cultivators with racial advantages can do it.

"Senior Sister Ning, we can leave now."

Han Ze, who had been standing with Ning Ruan in the corner of the stone chamber without moving, finally spoke.

As he spoke, he handed over two more spiritual weapons.

One was given to Ning Ruan and the other was given to the Nine-tailed female cultivator.

He said, "I haven't seen Fellow Daoist Mu. I had originally prepared a spiritual weapon for her."

Mu Yi Qiu... Ning Ruan was quite surprised not to see him here.

But what she was sure of was that this guy would never give up easily.

"It's okay, she should be somewhere else." Ning Ruan said.

Han nodded without saying anything more.

Just go towards the stone stairs.

Ning Ruan had just taken a few steps when the aggrieved voice of a Qinglin Clan cultivator came from behind:

"Fellow Daoist Ning, there's me, there's me."

You can ignore the group of guys following behind them, but you can't ignore him.

Ning Ruan turned around and glanced at him with a strange expression: "Where is your companion?"

She really didn't notice that the Blood Bat Clan monk was missing.

"..."

The Qinglin Clan cultivator immediately revealed an indignant expression, his mouth twitching as he lowered his voice and quickly said:

"That bastard has already gone to the next floor with your feather fan. Fellow Daoist Ning, I tried to stop him, but I couldn't stop him!"

I definitely tried to stop him.

There were traces of violence on his body from the Blood Bat Clan monks.

But the purpose of stopping the other party is definitely not to prevent them from leaving.

But in order to seize the spiritual weapon, he went down by himself.

Ning Ruan didn't expose him, and just said: "Don't worry, I told you, no one can take my things."

"He can't take it away."

Qinglin Clan cultivator: "..."

Seeing that Ning Ruan was reluctant to take him with him, his face became more and more anxious, "Fellow Daoist Ning, this place is in chaos. With my cultivation level, I am destined to have no chance of obtaining an immortal weapon. I just want to survive, but I will die if I stay here. Can you take..."

Before he finished saying the words "Take me with you", Han Ze raised his voice enthusiastically:

"For those who wish to leave alive, there is a teleportation array at the top of the stone chamber. It can be activated with spirit stones."

Very loud sound.

It was amplified using spiritual power.

Not only could the Qinglin clan cultivators hear it, but all the cultivators in the entire stone chamber could hear it clearly.

As soon as these words came out.

There were indeed a few monks who were seriously injured and felt that they had no hope of obtaining the immortal weapon and were about to lose their lives. They flew to the top and prepared to leave.

Since there are fewer competitors and no spiritual weapons, everyone is naturally happy to see it happen and no one will stop it.

The Qinglin clan cultivator was still following behind him, with an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator held her forehead, her still pale lips moving slightly: "If you don't want to die, get out now. Do you really think that immortal artifacts are so easy to obtain? How can there be so many opportunities?"

"If you go out and hide in a hole, you can still save your life, but here, you won't make it to the next level."

"If I had your level of cultivation, I would have run away long ago."

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator did not say this casually.

She really wanted to run away.

Having just escaped death, or even died once, she now cares very much about her life.

But there is no way, she is a Jindan cultivator.

He was a Jindan cultivator who was in the process of rapid recovery and had no fighting power.

If she goes out, the enemies won't just be those evil creatures in the black fog.

Everyone has to think about the things she has.

"..."

The Qinglin clan cultivator's face turned pale and blue.

How could he not know that it was dangerous here?

But I prefer to be soft and strong!

Just like the way here, as long as you follow Ning Ruan, you don’t have to worry about danger at all.

Although she didn't say anything, she would definitely ensure their safety.

But the fact is, after following her, even that waste from the ant tribe survived to this day.

The Qinglin Clan cultivators still wanted to continue following.

But the other person has already made it so clear. If he continues to pester them, he will probably offend them.

There was no other way, he could only grit his teeth, forcing a smile uglier than crying, and bowed to Ning Ruan: "...Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning, for your care before. I... I'll go first. I wish Fellow Daoist Ning a safe journey!"

Even if he couldn't keep up, he had to leave a good impression in front of Ning Ruan, just in case... just in case there was a chance to curry favor with her in the future?

Following the Qinglin Clan cultivators, several more cultivators chose to leave.

But the majority remain.

Those who possess spiritual weapons have become targets of siege.

Ning Ruan has four spiritual weapons, and each of them holds one.

It would be a lie to say that you are not moved.

But seeing the girl in green casually holding the spiritual weapon and walking briskly, they simply didn't dare to go forward.

Ning Ruan didn't even look at them, but just looked at the rusty bronze bell in her hand with interest. It looked like it would break if touched.

Above their heads was an iron pot floating in the air, moving closely with them.

"The protective shield of my pot is not enough to protect you Jindan Jianyuan strongmen right now. If you make me feel dangerous, don't blame me for being rude."

The girl's voice was clear and her tone was kind, but the content of her words made people's expressions extremely complicated.

Your defensive shield is not strong enough, and you warn others to be careful not to break it... What's going on?

They have seen many cases of the strong threatening the weak.

But this was the first time they had seen a weak person threatening a strong person with such confidence.

The expressions of the Jindan cultivators from the Xuanshui clan were even more exciting than each other.

"That human boy obviously knows this altar very well. Should we ask him if he has any other ways to break it?"

A Jindan cultivator couldn't help but ask.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was refuted by another Xuanshui Clan Jindan cultivator:

"He calls himself Senior Sister Ning Ruan, and they obviously have a close relationship. If you ask him, can he tell you the truth?"

"If he doesn't tell you or lies to you, what can you do? Do you still dare to ask?"

"..."With Ning Ruan, that evil star, around, who would dare to interrogate the people around her?

Wang Xuan dared...

But Wang Xuandu is already dead and cannot be deader.

The monk who had just asked the question couldn't help but shudder when he thought of that scene.

"Forget it, I just think that guy is destined to help keep secrets."

"But even if we can't ask, we can try to follow them, right? I don't think Ning Ruan has any intention of attacking us."

The Xuanshui cultivators had no objection to this decision.

Of course, the current situation does not call for a decision of whether to follow or not.

There are only two intersections.

One goes up and leaves.

One moves forward and reaches the next level.

Ning Ruan walked smoothly.

Her outrageous and unreasonable words obviously had a good effect.

In such a chaotic situation, even if the monks were mad with killing intent, they would subconsciously avoid the attack path when they saw her and the iconic iron pot above her head, for fear that they would accidentally affect her and attract the fatal scroll.

There was no interference from cultivators of various races, nor did he encounter any inexplicable constraints.

Ning Ruan quickly walked through the stone chamber and stepped onto the stone stairs.

Han Ze, Mo Feng and the Nine-tailed female cultivator followed closely behind, and passed through smoothly thanks to the "safe passage" she opened up.

In fact, there were quite a few monks following behind the four of them.

But they were obviously not so lucky.

Or the spiritual weapon will be stolen.

Or they don’t have spiritual weapons, and after entering that area, they are bound by those strange things.

Shui Ling'er suddenly threw the magic weapon in her hand to Shui Yingxue and strode forward.

"Ling'er, what are you doing?"

Shui Yingxue was horrified.

The Jindan cultivator who had been guarding the two men reacted and was about to attack when Shui Ling'er said loudly, "Don't worry about me. I think... I know how to get there."

How can they pass? Can't they pass with spiritual weapons?

The guys from the Shadow Clan ran away. Among those present, the Xuanshui Clan had the most Jindan cultivators, so their spiritual weapon would definitely be able to do it no matter what.

Shui Yingxue really wanted to catch the person back.

But she still held back.

Because even the group of Jindan cultivators in the clan did not try to stop them.

They obviously have complete trust in Shui Ling'er.

……

As soon as she stepped into that area, Shui Ling'er suddenly stopped.

Eyes closed.

Several Jindan monks holding spiritual weapons guarded her side.

The others who did not have spiritual weapons were staring at the spiritual weapons in the hands of other cultivators while paying attention to Shui Ling'er's situation.

If you can get through without using spiritual weapons, that would naturally be better.

It also saves the effort of snatching spiritual weapons.

"Ling'er, how is it?"

Shui Yingxue stared at her closely, ready to return the spiritual weapon in her hand at any time.

"Sister Yingxue, don't worry, I have found a way."

Shui Ling'er still kept her eyes closed.

After taking a big step forward, his body suddenly leaned back.

Then he quickly stood up and took another big step forward.

He suddenly turned sideways and took another big step forward.

Then he leaned over... and took a big step forward...

With every step you take, your body coordinates with a certain movement.

Sometimes it even leaps into the air.