Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Witch! What did you do to the Buddha?!"

A sharp female voice suddenly rang out. It was Luo Yun, the eldest sister of Luoshui Sect.

The tears in her eyes were real and hard to tell, but a frail woman beside her called out softly:

"Senior sister, Miss Nan has her own reasons for doing this."

It was Ling Hui, the junior sister of Luoshui Sect. Luo Lin was holding Ling Hui on the other side, and looked at Nan Xiang fiercely and gloomily:

"Little Junior Sister, you are kind. Senior Sister has her reasons for doing this. This demon girl coveted your Phantom Demon Silk and Phantom Demon Blood. You don't have to say good things for her."

Luo Yun listened to the two people speaking hypocritically for her, and looked at Nan Xiang, becoming even angrier. She continued to point at Nan Xiang and screamed, her voice filled with deep resentment.

"It must be you, this evil woman, who secretly murdered the Buddha! Look everyone, the Buddha is unconscious, it must be because of the evil woman's murder! She is still trying to cover it up!"

Her shout instantly drew everyone's attention to the unconscious Su Chen, confirming Nan Xiang's crime of "harming Buddhist disciples" and igniting the already burning anger and "sense of justice" in everyone's hearts.

For a moment, countless gazes filled with murderous intent, contempt, and anger shot towards Nan Xiang like real sharp arrows.

The immortal light and the Buddha's shadow intertwined, and the pressure was as strong as a mountain, completely submerging the isolated and helpless Nan Xiang and the unconscious Su Chen behind her.

Nan Xiang straightened her back, and the hem of her emerald green skirt fluttered slightly in the cold murderous aura.

She looked around at this group of so-called decent people who were hypocritical and confusing right and wrong, at their hypocritical faces and the undisguised greed in their eyes, and a cold anger and a huge sense of crisis wrapped around her heart like vines.

The dark blue mandala ring on the ring finger seemed to be slightly hot in the desperate situation surrounded by powerful enemies.

If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext for it! "

Nan Xiangqing shouted, his voice piercing through the murderous aura and carrying an unyielding edge.

She saw through the hypocrisy of these so-called righteous people and knew that there would be no good ending today.

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly formed seals with her hands, and the emerald green spiritual light was like the toughest vine, instantly interweaving around the unconscious Su Chen to form a protective formation with ancient Sanskrit flowing in it - this was the last barrier she had built for him with all her might.

When the formation was completed, she turned around suddenly and faced the overwhelming pressure and murderous intent.

The corners of her lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, and Nan Xiang's eyes were full of spirit, which actually blossomed with amazing brilliance in the desperate situation. Her voice was clear, and every word was as sharp as a knife:

"What a bunch of hypocritical immortals! What a bunch of compassionate Buddhists! The Luoshui Sect has coveted the origin of the Rosemary Valley for a long time. How many disciples have been secretly sent there and lost? Who are those volumes of the forbidden 'Soul Crossing' technique in the Sutra Library of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect prepared for? The Yanji Sect uses living people to test the flames. Have they ever saved the lives of the charred bones? And you——"

Her eyes swept through the crowd like lightning.

"You keep saying you are fighting demons and defending morality, but have you ever thought about how today's siege is no different from the evil demons that rob and plunder? It's just a pretense!"

She was eloquent, and every word she said hit upon the unknown and hidden scars of many sects present.

For a moment, no one could refute immediately. The scene was strangely quiet for a moment, and many monks' faces flashed with shame and guilt.

The faces of Shui Yao Zhenren and Qianye Ancient Buddha were so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of them.

"How dare you, witch! Stop slandering me!"

After a brief silence, there was an even greater surge of anger and humiliation.

No one knew who made the first move, but the sky was filled with sword lights, Buddhist seals, and magical weapon lights, like a flood that had broken through a dam, with the fury of having their disguises pierced, pouring down with even greater ferocity towards the lonely Nan Xiang!

Nan Xiang's figure was like a small boat in a storm amid the violent attack.

Her movements were agile, and the ginkgo leaf-shaped spiritual shield unfolded layer by layer, then shattered piece by piece under the intensive bombardment.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands. The difference in realm and the desperate situation of the siege quickly put her at a disadvantage.

"puff--"

A palm print wrapped in the power of fire was imprinted heavily on her back. Nan Xiang could no longer hold on. She felt a sweetness in her throat and bright red blood spurted out like a blooming plum blossom.

Drops of blood fell on her fair hands and also splashed on the dark blue mandala ring on her ring finger.

hum-

The ring seemed to be activated by the boiling blood. A faint blue light suddenly flashed, as deep as an ancient abyss that swallowed up the starlight. A cold and majestic demonic aura flashed by.

At the same time, fifty years later, the Demon Lord Su Chen, who had returned from the Youyue Abyss illusion fifty years ago, had already found the secret realm of the Space-Time Mirror where Nan Xiang was based on the Youluo Ring.

He and Nan Xiang hugged each other after a long separation.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord Su Chen, who was hugging Nan Xiang, trembled violently and spat out a large mouthful of blood without warning!

The hot blood splashed on Nan Xiang's clothes and the cold surface of the Mirror of Time and Space, spreading a blinding red.

“Su Chen?!” Nan Xiang held him in horror.

Su Chen raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. His eyes, which had been filled with fifty years of blood, fire, and loneliness, were now filled with raging rage and cold murderous intent.

He had just forced himself to sense the ring and trace the source of that drop of blood. The backlash from crossing the laws of time and space injured him, but it also allowed him to "see" - the carefully planned siege outside Rosemary Valley fifty years ago after he left!

He saw Ah Xiang facing thousands of troops alone, saw her being framed with words, saw her fighting bloody battles, and saw her... blood splattered!

That is history that has already happened and cannot be changed.

He couldn't tear through time and space to go back and kill all those who had hurt her.

At that time, he fell into a coma after inhaling the core of the Dark Moon Abyss. It was the dying blood of the girl, like the hottest brand, that awakened him from the chaos.

What was awakened was an avenger whose heart was dead and soul was destroyed, and who had completely fallen into the boundless abyss of evil.

He remembered the madness he felt after waking up, the pleasure and emptiness he felt when the World-Destroying Black Lotus burned Luo Lin and Luo Yun, and the terrified faces of Shui Yao, Luo Cong, Ling Hui, and Qianye Ancient Buddha as they fled...

The overwhelming hatred swept through his heart once again, causing the demonic energy around him to surge violently.

"Anan..." Su Chen's voice was terribly hoarse and filled with deep pain.

He spent fifty years painstakingly planning and arranging for a long time to resurrect his lover.

If it weren't for Anan who resurrected him, none of those who escaped fifty years ago would have been able to escape.

Haha, but it’s not too late now.

Su Chen's smile was a little crazy and weird, but when he looked at the girl in the purple leaf dress in his arms, he was extremely gentle.

His smile gradually became gentle and doting. He shook his head gently and answered evasively, "No problem. I just thought of some old things."

But he held the real and warm Nan Xiang tightly in his arms, his eyes fixed on the mirror of time and space - the picture in the mirror was playing the end of the tragic scene outside the Rosemary Valley.

Inside the mirror:

Nan Xiang was seriously injured and vomited blood, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted. Just as she staggered back, a huge net with flashing red runes - the Yanji Sect's treasure "God Binding Net" - covered her head like a net of heaven and earth!