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

King Ninety-Nine, the Destiny of the Ten Realms.

Ningruan, the destiny of the eight realms.

Even though Ning Ruan was ranked 61st on the Tianjiao List, Wang Jiujiu didn't think he would be no match for her in terms of strength alone.

In particular, when it comes to spiritual weapons, formations, and talismans, the Shadow Clan, one of the ten major races, must be much better than the human race.

So even though he knew he was affected by the red light, Wang Jiujiu was not panicked at all.

until--

I saw sword talismans falling from above my head... not just one or two, but a stack.

Wang Jiujiu finally panicked, which was rare!

Without even thinking twice, he took out two defensive spiritual weapons.

Almost at the same time, the stack of sword talismans fell like meteorites, and exploded with a loud bang when it reached his side.

The dazzling sword light swallowed up Wang Jiujiu's figure in an instant.

The violent sword energy tore through the air, making a sharp hissing sound.

The two defensive spiritual weapons he hastily summoned were the first to be hit.

One piece shattered on the spot.

Another thing had spider-web-like cracks on its surface that were spreading wildly, and it was about to collapse.

Under the huge impact force, one could even vaguely hear Wang Jiujiu's groan of pain.

"Bam—"

Before he could fight back, a pot of black pot fell on his head.

The Shadow Clan may seem like just shadows, but they are ultimately different from real shadows.

They have flesh and blood, can get hurt, and feel pain.

"puff!"

The black shadow was stained with a large area of ​​blood.

The anger accumulated in Wang Jiujiu's chest was almost unsuppressible, and his eyes turned red again.

The expressionless face showed madness.

"Ning Ruan, go to hell..."

"Bam—"

Ning Ruan threw out another iron pot.

Wang Jiujiu was knocked away without any resistance.

The speed he was so proud of was not even half of what it usually was at this moment when he was completely irrational.

Ning Ruan flew forward and stepped on the other person when he was about to go crazy again.

It clearly looks like just a shadow.

But there is a sense of reality under my feet.

"Open your mouth!"

"!!!" Wang Jiujiu roared, "Ning Ruan, I'm going to kill you!"

"Bam—"

The iron pan was smashed directly onto the mouth.

"It would be too easy for you to die just like that." Ning Ruan repeated, "Open your mouth!"

Wang Jiujiu did not cooperate and just kept roaring.

Ning Ruan took advantage of the situation, took out the pill and threw it into the other person's mouth.

The elixir melts in your mouth.

Wang Jiujiu, who was almost completely consumed by anger and murderous intent, suddenly came to his senses.

"..."

The anger of being pinned down and beaten is still there.

But sanity returned.

Wang Jiujiu had never regretted as much as he did now.

"Ning Ruan... I was affected by the sword just now, you should have noticed that..."

"I can't tell." Ning Ruan picked up the iron pot again, and said with a slight twitch of the corner of his lips, "Now that you have regained your sanity, go die now."

"..."Thank you so much, if you want to kill me, you have to let me regain my sanity before killing me?

Wang Jiujiu opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but he didn't know what to curse.

"Bam—"

He smashed the soft iron pot down without hesitation.

There was even a purple flame in it.

Wang Jiujiu survived bravely.

But two defensive spiritual weapons were destroyed again.

For the first time, he felt fear.

Fear from the heart!

Ning Ruan really wanted to kill him.

This pervert!

After regaining his sanity, he actually wanted to kill him!

"Ning Ruan, there is no deep hatred between us, we can talk about it, please don't kill me... I will be more useful to you if I am alive..."

All decency and dignity are nothing under the threat of death.

Wang Jiujiu was extremely humble at this moment.

He humbly saw Ning Ruan lift up the iron pot again.

"..."

"Ning Ruan, do you really have to kill me?"

"You are really smart."

Wang Jiujiu: “…”

Ning Ruan's expression remained unchanged and he continued to throw the pot at people.

There was no other way, Wang Jiujiu could only activate the last two defensive spiritual weapons at once.

"Ning Ruan, that guy is going to run away again!"

Ying Bei's high-pitched voice came from the side.

Ning Ruan turned around and saw that the Panxi tribe, who had awakened from her dream magic at some point, began to avoid the fight again.

Of course, he couldn't avoid fighting because he didn't want to kill anyone.

From his dream, we know that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kill, but that he wants to kill more people as quickly as possible.

call out--

Ning Ruan moved very quickly.

The silver rope in his hand flew out, and the soul-binding rope that had not been used for a long time instantly tied up the Panxi tribe.

Although only one foot was tied, it was enough.

Ning Ruan grabbed the other side of the soul-binding rope.

Seeing this, others also rushed over and grabbed the rope.

After the Panxi tribe struggled in vain, the red swords in their hands once again shone brightly.

But this time, he failed to disappear as smoothly as last time.

After realizing that they could not be teleported away, the Panxi tribe instantly fell into madness.

The indiscriminate attacks began again.

"Oh my god, how come this guy has become stronger again?" This was Ying Bei's cursing voice.

Ji Heng frowned and glanced at Yan Liang beside him, "The suppression of realms in this world has changed again. It is now the thirteenth realm. No... it is not the thirteenth realm, it is..."

"It is above the thirteenth realm, the Yuan-building realm." Yan Liang said immediately.