After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Just as Guimian was carrying He Yulan out the door, He Yulan woke up.

She opened her eyes dazedly and found herself being carried on the shoulders of a ghost-faced demon who killed people without blinking. She woke up instantly.

"Let me go! You evil villain!" He Yulan struggled desperately, kicking and punching Ghost Face.

Ghost Face was a little impatient with her sudden resistance, "Little girl, behave yourself!"

He Yulan refused to listen. She struggled and cried for help: "Help! Help!"

Ghost Face was furious. He freed one hand and slapped He Yulan hard, "Tell me to kill you again!"

He Yulan's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. In an instant, fear made her body tremble like a leaf in the wind.

The ghost's face was as gloomy as water. He glanced at He Yulan, who was shrinking and trembling like a sieve, with disdain. Then he stretched out his arms, carried her steadily on his broad shoulders, and strode out the door.

Faced with this series of unexpected events, He Yulan was shocked and uneasy, and her thoughts were in a mess.

She originally thought that these bandits captured her because they coveted her beauty, but at this moment, the figure of the woman she had seen before suddenly appeared in her mind.

She looked up and around in panic, but still couldn't find the whereabouts of those people.

It was not until her eyes fell on Huo Jianjie, who was lying on the ground and her life or death was unknown, that she woke up from her dream. Those people might have gone into hiding.

At that moment, it was as if all her fear and despair were ignited. She completely ignored everything else and without hesitation, she opened her throat and shouted with all her strength.

"Wait a minute! There are other people hiding here! There's a woman who is much prettier than me! Go and kidnap her! She's hiding in this dilapidated temple!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, piercing the silent night air and echoing in the darkness. Every word was trembling and frightened, as if squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

He Yulan's words instantly made everyone hiding behind the Buddha statue in the ruined temple furious. They had taken in this ungrateful girl with good intentions, but she repaid their kindness with resentment in a moment and betrayed Murong Ling'er. She was extremely vicious.

When the bandit heard He Yulan's shout, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to shout loudly to the other bandits.

"Make sure to find them all, don't leave any behind!"

"Yes, boss!" the bandits responded in unison.

Although his primary target today was He Yulan, he knew in his heart that anyone who knew about this matter must not be left alive, otherwise there would be endless troubles and they would all become victims of his knife.

Seeing those vicious bandits holding sharp knives, groping towards this side cautiously.

In desperation, Chifeng and several others looked at each other, clenched the knives in their hands, and rushed out resolutely.

However, facing these battle-hardened and brutal bandits, Chifeng and other officials seemed so weak that they were no match for them.

After several moves, Chifeng and the others were already retreating step by step, in danger, and they saw that several of them were about to become the victims of the bandits' knives.

At this critical moment, Murong Ling'er no longer hesitated. She waved her hand, and the sword in her hand, with a sharp sword energy, instantly swept away all the bandits rushing in front of her.

The bandits slammed heavily against the wall like kites with broken strings, spitting blood.

Guimian was startled and turned back in a hurry.

Just at this moment, Murong Ling'er, holding a long sword in one hand, walked out slowly and calmly from behind the pillar.

"It's her, it's her, she is prettier than me, go catch her!" As soon as He Yulan saw Murong Ling'er appear, she immediately pointed at her excitedly and shouted, her eyes full of madness and viciousness.

What greeted her was Murong Ling'er's gaze, as cold and piercing as an ice knife. That gaze seemed to be able to cut her into pieces, making her silent in an instant.

Murong Linger snorted coldly, like a fairy from the Ninth Heaven descending to earth. Her icy voice echoed in the dilapidated temple: "Just a bunch of you rabble, how dare you act so presumptuous here!"

After saying that, she flashed and turned into a phantom, rushing towards the bandits.

The sword was like lightning, instantly piercing the throat of a bandit. The bandit fell to the ground and died before he even had time to scream.

Seeing this, the other bandits gathered around in fear, trying to suppress Murong Ling'er with their numerical advantage.

Murong Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a scornful smile.

The sword in her hand danced so fast that it was impenetrable. Wherever the sword shadow went, blood splattered and broken limbs flew everywhere.

Ghost Face widened his eyes, and the fear in his heart grew stronger.

He had never seen such a powerful woman, with such superb swordsmanship and such agile movements.

Murong Ling'er didn't give the bandits any chance to breathe. She flew up, spun in the air, and sword flowers bloomed. The bandits around her fell to the ground one after another.

Guimian first glanced gloomily at his subordinates who were completely paralyzed on the ground, and then his gaze fixed on the long sword in Murong Ling'er's hand, which was emitting a threatening cold light. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and deeply realized that he might have encountered an indestructible hard bone today.

He showed no mercy and threw He Yulan from his shoulder to the ground roughly with a sudden flick of his hand. Then he became extremely alert, holding his breath, and looked at Murong Linger with high vigilance.

With this violent throw, He Yulan's delicate body was like a leaf in the wind, and was instantly swept by severe pain, as if all her internal organs were twisted and dislocated.

She had just barely escaped from the gates of hell, and her body was extremely weak. She had only relied on an almost crazy desire to survive to barely pretend to be full of energy.

At this moment, she clenched her teeth so tightly that her lips were bitten with deep bloody marks, and she almost fainted from the severe pain.

Even so, her eyes were still fanatical and excited. She stared at the ghost face's back, looking forward to the scene of the woman being captured and humiliated.

However, the scene that He Yulan expected did not happen at all. Even the ferocious and fierce Ghost Face was no match for Murong Ling'er.

"You little bitch, today is the day you die!" Ghost Face said gritting his teeth.

Murong Linger smiled, that smile was like a plum blossom in the cold winter, cold and resolute: "Then you come and try it!"

Upon hearing this, Guimian became furious and swung the big knife in his hand, rushing towards Murong Ling'er like a hurricane. The knife was so sharp that it brought up gusts of wind.

Murong Ling'er was not in a hurry, and a hint of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

When the ghost face approached, she flashed and disappeared on the spot like a ghost.

The ghost face missed and thought to himself that something was wrong.

At this moment, Murong Ling'er appeared behind Ghost Face and swung the sword in her hand.

There was a flash of cold light, and the ghost face screamed. One of his arms was cut off and blood gushed out.

"what--"

Guimian fell to the ground in pain, his face pale. He never expected that Murong Ling'er was so powerful that she could seriously injure him with just one move.

"With your limited ability, you dare to speak so arrogantly?" Murong Ling'er held the blood-stained sword in her hand, looking down at the ghost face with contempt in her eyes.