Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

A large amount of white essence gushed out from it and spread in the air like smoke.

Immediately afterwards, these essences seemed to have life, surging towards the direction of the evil cultivator and scrambling to drill into his empty abdomen.

It could be clearly felt that as more and more white essence was absorbed into the body, the evil cultivator's originally lowered head slowly raised up, and with a slightly raised head, an intoxicated expression appeared on that terrifying skull face.

Dongfang Qingmo tightened his grip on Dongfang Qingshui's arm.

Dongfang Qingshui sensed her nervousness and gently patted the back of her hand in response.

As time went on, the evil cultivator gradually sucked away all the essence.

Shockingly, his figure began to take on a physical form.

Dongfang Qingshui widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, wondering if he was hallucinating.

No matter how hard he blinked, the scene before him remained unchanged.

"How is this possible..." Dongfang Qingshui muttered to himself, his voice full of astonishment.

The world seemed to be becoming more and more mysterious, beyond his imagination.

He never thought that an evil cultivator who sucked the life essence of others could restore his physical body so easily.

He witnessed this miraculous transformation with his own eyes and couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.

Wouldn't it be easy to crush them to death?!

The evil cultivator's body began to reshape itself bit by bit in a strange way.

The originally illusory figure gradually became real, and muscles, bones and skin grew back.

Then he conjured up a black robe and put it on.

Dongfang Qingshui and Dongfang Qingmo looked at the scene in amazement.

So terrifying.

As the evil cultivator's body continued to reshape itself, the aura he exuded became increasingly powerful.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted, forming weak air currents.

Dongfang Qingshui and Dongfang Qingmo both felt an invisible pressure enveloping them at the same time. This force was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on their heads, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Dongfang Qingmo raised his head with difficulty and stared at the evil cultivator in front of him.

Her voice became a little hoarse due to nervousness: "That's countless lives..."

She seemed to see countless people falling on the grassland.

She seemed to see the spring flowers, autumn fruits, buds, and snow flowers being sucked away by him.

The evil cultivator seemed to care nothing about her words. He just twisted his neck nonchalantly and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "It feels so comfortable..." as if he had just enjoyed a feast.

The woman beside him was filled with joy as she respectfully congratulated the evil cultivator, "Congratulations, Master!"

The corners of the evil cultivator's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile. Then he lightly snapped his fingers at the woman, and a small white ball instantly flew out from his fingertips and sank into the woman's body without any hindrance.

"You did a good job. Continue to collect more essence." The evil cultivator said lightly.

Upon hearing this, the woman's face lit up with ecstasy, and she quickly knelt down to express her gratitude: "Thank you, Lord, for your blessing!"

She originally thought that she could only serve her master, but she never expected that she would have the opportunity to receive such a precious reward.

The evil cultivator waved his hand, signaling the woman to leave. Overjoyed, the woman quickly stood up and left, filled with joy.

Dongfang Qingmo clenched her fists tightly, her eyes wide open, staring straight ahead, as if she wanted to see through everything in front of her.

The evil cultivator slowly raised his head, and the face hidden in the darkness gradually emerged.

His eyes were as cold as the wind in winter, staring at Dongfang Qingmo intently.

The two people's eyes met in an instant in the air. For a moment, the atmosphere around them seemed to be frozen, and even the air seemed to become solemn.

Dongfang Qingmo looked at the evil cultivator.

He was wearing a black robe and had a pair of blood-red eyes that flashed with a strange light, as if they could penetrate people's souls.

His hair was messy, like a ball of black flame burning.

The whole person exudes an extremely evil aura that makes people shudder.

Thinking of the miserable plight of Chunhua and the others, Dongfang Qingmo's eyes revealed resentment.

The evil cultivator looked at her with indifference and expressionlessness.

He looked as if someone owed him a million or eighty thousand, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Dongfang Qingshui straightened his back, firmly protecting Dongfang Qingmo behind him. He looked at the person in front of him with a vigilant look and shouted, "Hey, you guy, what do you want to do?"

However, the evil cultivator did not take him seriously at all and did not even bother to answer his questions.

"Shut up." The evil cultivator shook his index finger impatiently, and a powerful force suddenly hit Dongfang Qingshui's body, throwing him directly against the wall behind him.

Dongfang Qingshui was caught off guard by this sudden attack and instantly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Brother!" Dongfang Qingmo couldn't help but scream when he saw Dongfang Qingshui fainting on the ground.

The evil cultivator raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, a devilish smile on his lips, and said softly, "Don't worry, beauty, he just fainted."

Hearing this, Dongfang Qingmo felt a panic in his heart, but he still tried to stay calm and kept backing away, trying to increase the distance between himself and the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator seemed to see through her thoughts and walked towards her slowly, with each step carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Dongfang Qingmo kept retreating, while the evil cultivator kept pressing on, refusing to let her go.

Finally, her back hit the cold wall and there was no way to retreat.

"You...what on earth do you want to do!" Dongfang Qingmo widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him in horror.

The evil cultivator didn't seem to be in a hurry to respond to her question. Instead, he began to introduce himself: "Remember my name, my name is An Wuhen."

Dongfang Qingmo stared at An Wuhen with vigilance and said without showing any weakness: "Kill me if you want, cut me up if you want, and give me a straight answer."

Is this evil cultivator mentally unstable?!

Who cares what his name is?!

Just let her die quickly!!

Maybe this way there is still a chance to return to the modern era.

"My beauty, how could I bear to kill you!" An Wuhen's fingers gently stroked her face.

Dongfang Qingmo turned his head away in disgust.

"I heard that your name is Dongfang Qingmo. How about being my wife?" An Wuhen stared into her eyes patiently.

"Are you crazy?" Dongfang Qingmo couldn't stand it anymore and just gave it a go.

The worst possible outcome is death.

She silently chanted the spell in her mind and quickly sent a beam of light towards his body.

Surprisingly, the ray of light actually penetrated his shoulder directly, but strangely, not a drop of blood flowed out.

An Wuhen frowned and gently stroked the wound with his hand, and the wound healed immediately.

Dongfang Qingmo was shocked when he saw this.

This evil cultivator was able to resist her attacks so easily, and his wounds healed instantly. His strength was obviously unfathomable.

An Wuhen's mouth curled up slightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, you really don't know what you are capable of. With just this little ability of yours, you still think you can hurt me?"

After saying that, he approached Dongfang Qingmo step by step, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Dongfang Qingmo leaned against the cold wall, his body trembling slightly, staring nervously at An Wuhen who was gradually approaching.

Her heartbeat quickened rapidly, her mind racing as she desperately tried to think of a solution.

Suddenly, she emitted another dazzling light, hoping to prevent An Wuhen from approaching.

However, this time An Wuhen seemed to be prepared, and he nimbly dodged the light attack by turning sideways.

Dongfang Qingmo's heart tightened, but she didn't give up. Taking advantage of An Wuhen's distraction, she quickly cast Piaoying.

She flashed and appeared next to the black jade stone as fast as a ghost.

Without hesitation, she reached out to grab the jade, trying to snatch it away.

However, when her fingers touched the jade, she felt a powerful force sucking it tightly, making her unable to shake it for a moment.

"Humph! Want to run? Not that easy!"