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

Isn’t the person who came the Blood Bat Clan monk who entered with the feather fan earlier?

However, if you ignore his extremely obvious racial features at this moment, it would be really difficult to recognize him.

The feather fan in his hand was gone.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a piece of ordinary stone that emitted a faint white light, but it felt like he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Running towards them.

His eyes were red and his gaze was unfocused, with an extreme, twisted ecstasy on his face.

While running, he was muttering to himself.

It was obvious that he was not even conscious.

"Where's my feather fan?"

Before he could reach her, three sword lights flew out from Ning Ruan's body.

The Blood Bat Clan monk paused, and then his spiritual power surged, attacking the three spiritual swords:

"The immortal weapon is mine! It's mine! You dare to steal my immortal weapon? You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Seeing the other party rushing towards him fearlessly, Ning Ruan leaped up and gave the other party a side kick in the chest.

He threw another punch with his backhand.

The Blood Bat Clan monks didn't even have the ability to resist and were directly knocked flying.

"His cultivation..."

Ning Ruan frowned slightly.

Even if this guy wasn't her opponent before, he was definitely not as weak as he is now.

"Could this also be related to the price you mentioned?"

Ning Ruan turned and looked at Han Ze.

The latter nodded, "He doesn't have any other injuries, so he probably hasn't fought with anyone, so... he must have paid the price."

As he spoke, Han Ze stepped forward and looked at the Blood Bat Clan monk who had just climbed up the stone stairs and was about to attack him, and he easily subdued him.

It looks like he is checking the other person's body.

In fact, he was already communicating with the residual soul in his body.

"You guessed right, he did pay the price."

The remaining soul of the Cursed Crow Clan sneered, "You are so greedy. Just one thing is not enough, you want to get everything."

"His sanity..." Han Ze asked.

The remnant soul sneered: "Sanity? It's just what you think. The price he paid probably included sanity."

"The more greedy one is, the greater the price he will demand. Spiritual weapons, cultivation, and even sanity can all be traded as a price. Looking at his crazy appearance, I'm afraid he has even forgotten who he is."

Upon hearing this, Han Ze's gaze fell on the white stone tightly held by the Blood Bat Clan monk: "Is this what he got in exchange?"

Although he has never seen the immortal weapon.

But it can also be seen that this thing is at most a material for refining spiritual weapons.

He doesn't know whether it is rare or not.

But it definitely has nothing to do with immortal weapons.

"It's definitely more than that. He also traded other things." The remnant soul seemed to be enjoying the show and said softly, "Boy, don't blame me for not warning you. There are no immortal artifacts in there. There must be some good things, but the purpose of your trip is the immortal artifacts. Don't lose the big picture for the small one."

Within the consciousness.

The smaller version of 'Han Ze' looked calm and nodded, "Thank you for your advice, Senior. I understand."

Just as he was about to regain consciousness, the remnant soul suddenly asked, "Have you really thought it through? This is an immortal weapon. Do you really want to give it to your senior sister?"

"She has a lot of good things on her, but I haven't seen her give them to you."

"If you regret it, I will send you away as soon as you get the two immortal artifacts."

"Even if she has that mysterious scroll...ah..."

The remnant soul hadn't finished speaking.

His soul had just stabilized a little during these days, but he suddenly collapsed in pain on the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Han Ze! Stop it... Stop it now!"

The miniature version of 'Han Ze' looked expressionlessly at the remnant soul in front of him, which was already writhing in pain, and said in a cold voice: "Senior, there are some things that you should think carefully before speaking."

"I should have reminded you many times not to try to provoke me, let alone try to find out what I'm thinking."

"Otherwise, even if I don't want the immortal weapon, even if everything ends in destruction, I will never be controlled by others."

"I'm just suggesting this out of kindness... I'm not trying to instigate anything, I'm not trying to instigate anything."

The remnant soul rolled over as he explained, "I know you two have a good relationship. I will never mention this again... I promise!"

Han Ze finally regained control of the soul-controlling talisman.

His expression was indifferent: "Then I hope that you can remember the promise you made just now."

"I also apologize to you, Senior, for what happened just now."

"..."

The remnant soul curled up in pain, but dared not show any resentment.

Instead, he kept nodding his head and said, "Never mention it again, never mention it again."

"We are partners, and I just want to benefit you. Since you don't agree, I won't mention it again..."

"Thank you very much, senior." The smaller version of 'Han Ze' was polite.

It was as if the person who suddenly turned against him and made him suffer so much that he would rather die than live was not him.

The remaining soul has no words to express its pain.

I originally thought that I had only captured a young human with low cultivation level.

Even if the cooperation does not go smoothly, the other party cannot do anything to him.

Who could have thought that this day would come?

This seemingly calm and easy-going young man is just like his senior sister in nature, decisive and ruthless.

No.

He was even more ruthless.

It's just hidden deep.

"Senior Sister Ning, I'm afraid he has also used your feather fan as a bargaining chip."

Han Ze looked up at Ning Ruan and pointed at the Blood Bat Clan cultivator who was completely restrained: "And his mind and cultivation are all in the same state. Should we take him with us?"

"Does it look like the words 'good guy card' are written on my face?" Ning Ruan asked back.

I don't know what the good guy card means though.

But Han Ze roughly understood what Ning Ruan meant.

He let go of the Blood Bat Clan monk only after they all walked down the stairs.

Regardless of whether he could understand or not, she let go and said in a deep voice, "No one will steal your magic weapon. Do you remember how you got down here?"

"You can get out the same way you came down."

As Han Ze finished speaking, a trace of confusion flashed across the turbid eyes of the Blood Bat Clan monk, but it was quickly replaced by fanatical desire.

He held the white stone tightly, looked around vigilantly, still muttering to himself, but no longer attacking them.

Instead, he staggered towards the top of the stone stairs he had come from, as if he was really preparing to return the same way he came.

"Can he... still get out?" Mo Feng couldn't help but ask in a low voice, watching the crazy figure quickly disappear around the dim corner of the stone stairs.

"It depends on his luck." Han Ze said calmly, "But even if we go back the same way, it won't be smooth."

"There will always be someone up there who doesn't want him to leave."

Mo Feng: “…”

After all, won't you still die?

Seeing that he was silent.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator patted his shoulder and said, "Little Ant is quite kind-hearted. When that guy passed the first level before, the spiritual weapon he took was Ningruan, right?"

"When they left, they didn't consider whether you could pass through the first level of the stone chamber without spiritual weapons."

"That is to say, he doesn't dare to attack Ning Ruan, otherwise even the lamp in your hand would fall into his hands."

"..." These words made Mo Feng even more silent.

Isn’t that what the cultivator from the Blood Bat Clan is like?

If Fellow Daoist Ning had not appeared in time, he would have been killed by them long ago.

“…Senior, what you said is…”

……

No one mentioned the Blood Bat Clan monks again.

The further down the stone steps one goes, the more obvious the strange energy fluctuations in the air become.

Others didn't know what it was, but Han Ze knew it all too well: "This is the aura of the Curse Crow Clan's curse."

"It's a curse set by the strongest of all generations. It's unbreakable."

"If Wang Xuan were still alive, he wouldn't be able to break it?" the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator asked back.

Han Ze didn't hesitate at all and shook his head, "It can't be broken."

At the same time, within the sea of ​​consciousness, the remnant soul of the Curse Crow Clan, who had been paying attention to the situation outside, snorted with an ambiguous meaning: "A mere Nascent Soul, you are not qualified to break the curse of our clan."

"Senior, what you said makes sense." The miniature version of 'Han Ze' didn't refute, but nodded seriously. "But I'm curious, Senior, your clan's spells are so powerful, is there really no one who can compete with those intruders?"

"...You're trying to trick me again." The remnant soul's tone was clearly helpless. "I've said it many times, I really don't know."

"Although my soul has recovered a lot this time, it's still not enough. I still haven't recovered those memories from before."

"After you obtain the immortal weapon, I will use my immortal power to nourish your soul. Perhaps you can recover your memory faster."

"Senior, you misunderstood." The miniature version of 'Han Ze' smiled. "I was just asking casually. Since you still haven't remembered it, then forget it."

Remnant soul: “…”

So difficult!

Why had he chosen this guy in the first place?

Ning Ruan was chewing a spiritual fruit and walking in front.

Neither fast nor slow.

But after turning another corner, the stone stairs in front finally changed.

To be precise, it was the stone walls on both sides of the stone stairs that had changed.

Finally it is no longer dark and gloomy.

The rocks on both sides of the stone wall are no longer monotonous.

With his spiritual sense, he could roughly see that there were densely packed and staggered niches on the stone walls on both sides.

Each niche emanated a soft and steady light, illuminating the originally dim stone staircase as bright as day.

Obviously, this is most likely the place where the Blood Bat Clan monks lost their minds.

Ningruan's pace quickened.

I had just taken two steps when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Fellow Daoist Ning? Is that you?"

Han Ze frowned slightly, looking ready to attack at any time.

His dark eyes turned to Ning Ruan, "Does Senior Sister Ning know him?"

"..." Ning Ruan already knew who the other person was, but she never expected that this guy could catch up with her on his own. "I know him."

Not long after the words fell.

Shui Ling'er happily rushed over from the stone stairs, "I finally caught up with you!"

"Why are you chasing me?" Ning Ruan felt a headache for the first time. "Is it appropriate for you to be alone with me now?"

"Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"

Shui Ling'er blinked, her eyes sparkling. "Don't be afraid. I'm Tianming, and my intuition is very accurate. I just feel that Fellow Daoist Ning won't kill me."

"At least at this moment, you will definitely not kill me."

Ning Ruan is not the only one with a big head.

Even the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator found this absurd. She raised her beautiful fox eyes slightly and fixed her gaze on Shui Ling'er. "Little girl from the Xuanshui Clan, even if Ning Ruan doesn't kill you, if those old guys in your clan find out, they will definitely not let you go."

"They are now obsessed with killing Ning Ruan and snatching her magic weapon."

"As for your Great Master, he's still waiting outside the Xiaocan Realm, guarding Ning Ruan. Do I need to remind you of this?"

"I knew."

Shui Ling'er nodded, without any fear or embarrassment on her face, but with a sense of composure as if it were natural, "So I'm here to help you."

"Help us?"

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator almost laughed in anger, "How do you want to help us? Ask those old fellows in your clan to give up their immortal artifacts? Even if you are the destiny they value so much, I'm afraid you can't do it, right?"

"Of course, if they could listen to me, they wouldn't chase after Fellow Daoist Ning." Shui Ling'er sighed.

But he soon straightened his chest, opened his clear and determined eyes, and explained seriously: "But I have another way."

"After Fellow Daoist Ning obtains the immortal weapon, he should be ready to leave, right?"

"But I've done some research. If you want to leave this altar, you can only return the way you came."

"Of course, the elders in my clan are no match for Fellow Daoist Ning, but it would be troublesome and would waste Fellow Daoist Ning's paintings. It's not worth it."

"It just so happens that I have a teleportation array that can be used for cross-border communication. I can directly set up the array and send Fellow Daoist Ning away."

Cross-border teleportation array...

Hearing these five words, the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator's eyes widened slightly.

His expression suddenly became serious.

"...Are you sure it's a teleportation array that can cross boundaries???"

"Of course it's cross-border!"

Shui Ling'er nodded affirmatively, not seeming to think it was a big deal. She said calmly, "This was one of the gifts the elders of the clan gave me when I was born. They told me to keep it to save my life."

"But I've always stayed in the clan and haven't had the chance to use it yet."

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

The birth gift...is a cross-border teleportation array?

And this is one of them? I still haven't had the chance to use it?

Is this what a normal monk would say?

As a Jindan-stage cultivator, she is definitely a strong one among all the races.

But she still had to give up her reputation for the sake of cultivation resources.

Become a bandit and risk your life every day.

But in the end, what I got was not even as good as the gift others received when they were born.

Thinking of Ning Ruan again...

She suddenly felt even more heartbroken.

She glanced at Shui Ling'er sourly, her tone filled with undisguised envy and jealousy: "I now feel that if I use you to threaten that Grand Master, she might actually give up the immortal weapon."

Shui Ling'er didn't seem to notice the sour taste in her words. Instead, she seriously considered the feasibility and finally nodded: "Perhaps, it is possible."

Nine-tailed female cultivator: “…” She just said it casually.

But don't really answer.

I don't want to hear it, thank you.

Ning Ruan finally stopped trying to chase people away.

He even casually asked, "When did you set up the formation?"

Of course, she knew everything about Ning Ruan. She chased after Ning Ruan and said excitedly, "I've already laid it out. I just felt like it should be useful, so I laid it out."

"It's a pity that the layout is still not very good. The main formation is in the Eternal Domain. But by then, Fellow Daoist Ning can also leave from the small remnant world we came from last time. He will definitely not encounter the Great Master and the others."