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

The red sword, filled with murderous intent and evil spirit, slashed straight down.

After a moment of daze, Wang Jiujiu quickly took out his defensive spiritual weapon.

That was one of the few defensive spiritual weapons he had left.

The red sword slashed down.

The aftermath alone directly destroyed several palaces in the surrounding fairy palaces.

Without the obstruction of the palace.

The red lotus floating in the air in front, completely wrapped in pure spiritual energy, is particularly eye-catching.

Wang Jiujiu stared at Honglian and his breathing became stagnant.

Immortal weapon!

The magic weapon is right in front of you!

"Stop him!"

After leaving just four simple words, Wang Jiujiu rushed towards Honglian like crazy.

But there are people who are no slower than him.

It is the Baicao Spirit Clan who has the cultivation level of the thirteenth realm, but can currently only barely exert the strength of the twelfth realm.

He also rushed towards Honglian like crazy.

The two figures were one in front and one behind, and the distance between them was very close.

Wang Jiujiu turned around, his eyes clearly red in the shadow, "Are you looking for death?"

The Baicao Spirit Clan cultivator also spoke in a cold tone, "The immortal weapon belongs to those who are capable. Who said that only your Shadow Clan can take it?"

"If you dare to touch the immortal weapon, the Shadow Clan will destroy your Baicao Spirit Clan!"

"Hahahaha, when I obtain the immortal weapon, there will be a day of revenge. Even if I can't destroy the Shadow Clan, I can still kill you!"

The Baicao Spirit Clan suddenly stood up and took out a teleportation talisman, and in the blink of an eye, they were teleported next to Honglian.

"Hahaha, the immortal weapon, the immortal weapon is mine..."

The words have not yet fallen.

With a loud 'bang', the figure that had suddenly teleported over exploded on the spot.

No bones remain.

Wang Jiujiu's anger suddenly froze.

at the same time.

The other monks who were forced to face the attacks of the Panxi tribe were complaining bitterly.

Most of the snakes, leopards and wolves were killed or injured in the first encounter.

Most of their defensive spiritual weapons had been consumed in the formation.

In front of the Panxi tribe, who had completely lost their minds and were still deeply trapped in a dream, their true strength was nothing but a chicken and a dog, and they posed no threat at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to kill people.

It seems that only blood can soothe the anger in my heart.

So he headed straight for the nearest city.

There are the most living things there.

Kill them all!

"You all go to hell!"

"Go to hell!"

The hoarse voice echoed throughout the Fairy Palace.

"My lord! My lord, help me!"

The young leader of the snake clan ran away and called for help.

Among those present, only Wang Jiujiu, who had been giving orders, was most likely to stop the madman with the sword.

However, before he got close, he saw the dark shadow in front of him quickly raising his hand towards him.

"you……"

"Those who come near will die!"

Wang Jiujiu's voice was cold, and he did not give him a chance to continue speaking.

The spiritual power in his hand turned into a sword, and in just a moment, he cut off the head of the young master of the snake clan.

He didn't move.

He didn't dare to rush towards Honglian rashly.

Nor did they go to deal with the Panxi tribe.

After killing the young master of the snake clan, he quickly took several pills.

The restless and angry emotions were once again barely suppressed.

Wang Jiujiu looked behind the Panxi tribe cultivator... Yes, he had recognized the identity of the madman, but he was not very surprised. The tribe had long speculated that there might be remnants of the Panxi tribe in this world.

What concerned him was the flying spiritual weapon that was arriving quickly in front of him - a bed.

Those standing on the bed were all acquaintances.

"Wang Jiujiu!" Yun Yin had the biggest reaction.

As soon as the flying bed stopped, she rushed towards Wang Jiujiu impatiently.

New grudges and old hatreds, even taking elixirs could not suppress the anger in my heart.

"Friend Yun, don't be impulsive. The most urgent thing right now is to deal with that guy!" The dimpled young man hurriedly stopped him.

Yun Yin stopped.

But the murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Ning Ruan threw another pill to her, then looked at Wang Jiujiu and asked curiously:

"You are the one who broke my formation?"

“…”Formation?

That formation that's stacked one on top of another?

Wang Jiujiu, who had finally managed to calm down, lost his composure in an instant.

"You set up all those formations?"

"I laid it." Ning Ruan nodded seriously, "So what?"

Hey?

Wang Jiujiu's eyes gradually turned red, and the spiritual energy turned into a sharp sword and shot directly into Ning Ruan's neck.

Ning Ruan raised her hand and blocked it with the iron pot.

With his other hand, he quickly took out a stack of sword talismans and threw them at Wang Jiujiu.

The young man with dimples wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, didn't you say that the most urgent task is to deal with the Panxi tribe first?"

Ning Ruan rushed out holding the iron pot, "You go first, I'll be back soon!"