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

"..."

Mo Feng couldn't answer this question.

He didn't know why he wasn't separated.

But not separating is a good thing.

The two of them mixed in with the fleeing Curse Crows.

The outline of the altar can be vaguely seen in front.

"You, the Curse Crow Clan, have attempted to spy on the secrets of Heaven and defy the will of Heaven. Now, in compliance with the Supreme Immortal's decree, I will unleash my mighty power to utterly annihilate you, the rebellious clan!"

A familiar voice, mixed with terrifying pressure, suddenly rang out in the sky.

Just like last time, there was no sign.

But it was expected.

As the voice was about to fall, the souls of the Curse Crow Clan monks below trembled.

Horrified and desperate.

Mo Feng screamed instinctively.

He staggered and was about to fall.

Suddenly, a green flying sword appeared under his feet and lifted him up again.

"Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning, thank you very much, thank you very much."

Mo Feng was frightened and thanked him repeatedly.

Ning Ruan nodded casually, but her eyes were looking up at the sky.

The heavy clouds suddenly dispersed.

The fifty monks whose identities were unknown but terrifyingly powerful were revealed.

They looked down from above.

"The Curse Crow Clan shouldn't be so presumptuous as to try to meddle with destiny and arbitrarily interfere with cause and effect. Why do they insist on getting to the bottom of things and exploring things they shouldn't know? It's a pity, the Curse Crow Clan is still very talented."

A familiar voice, the same indifferent tone.

The last time, Ning Ruan's consciousness was trapped in the body of the Curse Crow Clan, and she was unable to perform the actions she wanted to perform.

So I only heard the voice, but never saw who said it.

But she saw it now.

The first one to speak was the human cultivator wearing a star robe and a jade crown.

Her people.

He was looking down with great regret.

It seemed as if they were feeling pity for the Curse Crows who were about to die in their hands.

But his eyes were not looking at her and Mo Feng.

It was as if neither of them had ever existed.

Immediately afterwards, the Yan Clan cultivator who loved tormenting the Curse Crow Clan the most spoke up beside the human cultivator:

"What a shame? You humans are really good at being nice guys. Being too soft-hearted isn't a good thing. Be careful or you'll become the next Cursed Crows. I've heard that some of the old guys in the human race aren't so obedient anymore. Hahaha, look at the way they're running. Don't they look like insects whose nests have been burned by fire? Quite interesting."

Exactly the same lines.

The exact same tone.

Mo Feng didn't dare to breathe, just stared blankly upwards.

His body was shaking so much that he seemed like he would fall off the green sword at any moment.

He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

And at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, a green shadow flew out.

It happened so fast that he almost couldn't react.

By the time he realized what was going on, Ning Ruan had already flown into the sky... and was standing opposite the group of monks.

Face to face.

Close enough to whisper.

"Ning..." Mo Feng was struck by lightning, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence with his slightly opened mouth.

If it weren't for the green flying sword holding him steady under his feet, he would have almost collapsed on the spot.

Even so, cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead and back, soaking his underwear.

He stared, not daring to look away.

Compared to his nervousness, Ning Ruan seemed very relaxed.

The closer you get, the easier it becomes.

This was just as she had guessed.

The other party really couldn't see her.

Even though she was already standing in front of them.

"Fellow Daoist Ning!"

The girl's surprised voice came from behind him.

Ning Ruan turned around.

Sure enough, it was Shui Ling'er again.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you are so smart. This will allow us to find you faster."

Shui Ling'er opened her lips excitedly and moved closer.

Ning Ruan: "..." She just wanted to verify her guess.

"How do you feel?" she asked casually.

Shui Ling'er stood by, her clear eyes curiously looking at the fifty strong men who completely ignored them.

He nodded, "I have a feeling that this world seems to be related to spiritual power, but other than that..."

She tilted her head slightly and blinked, "Fellow Daoist Ning, you sensed it too, right? There's a fairy spirit here!"

Ning Ruan sensed it the moment she came in.

This kind of fairy spirit is quite different from the fairy spirit exuded by the clothes and shoes worn by the statues outside.

Very similar.

But it's definitely different.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, could this place we entered be related to immortals?"