The passers-by are vicious

Murong Haoyu suddenly launched an attack without any moral principles, and Xu Xianhe did not show any weakness and launched a crescent-shaped attack condensed from wood-type spiritual power.

"Why, you want to fight? Come on, I'm afraid your last name is not Xu."

Flashing lights of lightning immediately gathered around Murong Haoyu. He clenched his fists that were shining with lightning, and rushed towards Xu Xianhe's face like lightning, ready to punch that handsome face.

Xu Xianhe directly held the Biqing fan across his face to block his fist, but the power of lightning spread along the fan, climbed up Xu Xianhe's hair, and curled the hair on both sides into crooked shapes.

Seeing his bangs being hit by the electric current, Xu Xianhe hurriedly stepped back, found a safe place, and picked up a mirror to take a closer look.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his handsome face had no scars at all.

When Xu Xianhe found that the soft hair on his forehead was curled by the power ball, he was shocked for a moment and stroked it back and forth with his hands several times, trying to straighten it.

However, no matter how hard he tried, his bangs still stubbornly maintained their curved shape, and even bounced playfully.

Xu Xianhe put away the mirror helplessly, and shrugged his shoulders slightly. Then, he raised his head, and a hint of smile appeared on his handsome face: "Hey, stupid wolf, you want to use this little bit of electricity to perm my hair."

A bolt of lightning flew towards him, showing that Murong Haoyu showed no mercy.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce bolt of lightning flew towards him. It was obvious that Murong Haoyu showed no mercy to him.

"Just in time!" Xu Xianhe's eyes lit up and his expression became serious. He flashed and waved the fan in his hand quickly, instantly slashing out a green crescent moon that collided directly with the thunder.

In an instant, green and purple light intertwined, illuminating the entire three-story space.

The figures of Xu Xianhe and Murong Haoyu were like two whirlwinds, shuttling back and forth on the floors, sometimes intersecting and sometimes separating.

Their attacks were like a torrential rain without holding back. The green crescent moon and purple lightning kept colliding, making bursts of roars.

Just as Murong Haoyu stretched out his long legs in purple boots and prepared to kick Xu Xianhe's annoyingly handsome face, a violent vibration suddenly came from above.

The two then remembered that they were still in the ruins and were in danger, so they should go find Jiang Wanwan.

After the two looked at each other, they seemed to see reluctance in each other's eyes, but they didn't want to show weakness easily, so they turned their heads away at the same time unwillingly and snorted coldly.

However, their bodies honestly walked towards the teleportation array together. Just as they were about to be teleported, Xu Xianhe suddenly came up with an idea, and a cunning look flashed in his eyes.

He quickly raised his fist and hit Murong Haoyu hard in the face.

At this time, they had already arrived at the fourth floor of the mansion. Here, Gu Jingyun was being entangled by Qing Yao and could not escape; and the other Yuanying elders also started a fierce battle with the Yuanying monks of the Demon Sect.

On the other side, Jiang Wanwan was also attacked by a Nascent Soul cultivator. She was seen holding the Red Lotus Sword and slashing out a blazing flame.

Although Jiang Wanwan was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, she was able to fight the demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm in a evenly matched manner with her mutated spiritual roots and skills.

The blood-red attack flashed by like a bolt of lightning. Jiang Wanwan leaped back nimbly and narrowly avoided the attack.

At the same time, Gu Jingyun on the side did not show any weakness. He waved the sword in his hand, slashed out a sharp sword move, and went straight towards Qing Yao.

The sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and powerful, rushing towards Qing Yao with unparalleled might.

Seeing this, Qingyao hurriedly used her magic weapon, the curved blade, to try to block Gu Jingyun's attack.

However, the power of Gu Jingyun's sword technique was too strong. With a loud "bang", the curved blade magic weapon was actually knocked away and directly inserted into something like a roulette wheel on the wall.

In an instant, the entire formation on the ground suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a strong energy wave came, and all the figures were instantly teleported away under the influence of this force.

On the fifth floor of the ruins mansion, when Jiang Wanwan opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find that the ground of the entire floor was a strange blood-red hue, and the ground was covered with sharp ice spikes, as if the entire floor was frozen by ice.

Through the transparent ice crystals, you can see that there seems to be some object frozen inside.

Jiang Wanwan walked forward cautiously and took a closer look, only to see a praying mantis about two feet in size standing there quietly.

Its body is covered with a hard shell that flashes with a cold light, and its six sharp blades flash a chilling light in the sun.

Even though it was frozen in the ice, Jiang Wanwan could still feel the powerful aura emanating from the mantis.

Obviously, it has the strength of the late Nascent Soul stage, but it was frozen here so easily.

Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but secretly wonder, "How powerful is that person?"

Just as she was feeling emotional, she suddenly noticed that there were many other mantises frozen in the ice around her, but their sizes were different.

"It seems that this should be the last floor of the monk's ruins mansion." Jiang Wanwan thought, "According to common sense, the most precious magic weapon or technique should be hidden on this floor."

So, she continued to move forward and came to the hall on the fifth floor. Here, she saw formations of various attributes intertwined and nested together, and finally converged on a specific location.

The ceiling above also seemed to have some kind of wonderful resonance with the formation on the ground.

Above the ice formation, there was a sitting figure floating quietly.

Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, the faint orchid pattern on his face allowed Jiang Wanwan to guess his identity at a glance.

At the same time, there was also a person sitting cross-legged on the dark formation.

Jiang Wanwan did not pay too much attention to this figure, but came directly to the fire formation, closed her eyes, and sat down quietly.

As she moved, a bright pillar of fire rose from the formation, gently lifting her body and making it float slightly in the air. At this moment, Jiang Wanwan only felt that the fire in her body seemed to be undergoing a tempering, becoming hotter and purer. And under the stimulation of this heat, a mysterious fire-based technique suddenly appeared in her mind without any warning.

This fire-based technique is like a painting that slowly unfolds, with every detail clearly visible.

Jiang Wanwan stared at these images intently, trying to understand the mysteries contained in them.

Quickly capture every key information and integrate it into your own cultivation system.

As time went by, Jiang Wanwan's understanding of this fire-based technique became deeper and deeper.

She could feel the power of fire in her body growing stronger and stronger.