The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Die Qianchou greeted people with a smile, but in the next second, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Rustle...

The wind suddenly blew, and the dust on the ground seemed to be jumping.

Wen Zixi's expression instantly became serious, and he looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking air in my ears.

"too slow."

Di Qianchou's voice sounded from behind. Wen Zixi was startled and quickly dropped the Moxingnin in his hand.

He turned around and made a hand gesture, summoning a green round shield that was flowing and shining, and the rich power of nature gushed out.

However, the gap between realms is like an insurmountable chasm, no matter how advanced the skills are.

No matter how fast the speed is, it will seem pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

The green round shield that was constantly rotating could not even gain a moment of time in front of Die Qianchou.

It breaks at the touch of a finger and is vulnerable to any blow!

crackling——

The round shield shattered into countless crystal fragments, like tiny prisms, reflecting the emotional changes on Wen Zixi's face every second.

"Whether you care or not, it won't change the fact that you will die."

Di Qianchou's voice seemed like an echo from the other side of the underworld.

Wen Zixi immediately made a defensive move.

But it was too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the hand emitting bloody murderous aura grew infinitely larger in his field of vision.

There is no escape.

"Destroy her!"

Mo Xingren roared in anger.

"Ugh..." Wen Zixi was hit by Die Qianchou, and blood immediately seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and he let out a muffled groan.

In an instant, a huge impact force swept through the whole body.

Wen Zixi flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his body drawing a sad and beautiful arc in the air.

Accompanied by a whistling sound of the wind, it fell heavily into the bamboo forest, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Heh." Mo Xingren wiped his face with a vicious look, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "You asked for it!"

Die Qianchou had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes glanced secretly towards a hidden place intentionally or unintentionally.

It was you who said that a light punishment could be imposed. I have held back appropriately, but you are not allowed to punish me without reason!

Wen Zixi's strength is definitely not weak among his peers, and he can even be said to be a genius.

But after all, she was just a cultivator who had just broken into the Kaihai realm, and until now, her realm had not yet been completely consolidated.

However, Die Qianchou is a real powerhouse at the peak of the late Huaqiao realm, and is only one step away from perfection.

Perhaps with some extraordinary means, the distance between the two can be temporarily narrowed.

But at the moment, the effect is minimal and it is impossible to fight against opponents of higher levels.

"I'm so embarrassed..." Wen Zixi forced herself to stand up, revealing a bitter smile, "I never thought I would fall into the hands of an evil cultivator today. I wonder if my elder sister would avenge me if she knew about this..."

"Perhaps Senior Brother Xiao would, after all, he can't stand the actions of evil cultivators.

"Big Brother doesn't expect..."

Suddenly, she felt something in her heart, turned around and looked in one direction, covering her injured arm, and smiled with relief:

"It's too late to come now..."

"What a shame. I haven't seen you for a year. I wanted to have another good fight with you."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Mo Xingren no longer had the arrogance he had before, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He wished he could swallow Wen Zixi into his stomach right now and completely merge with her to relieve the hatred in his heart!

"Praying is useless. Death is your final destination." Mo Xingren didn't want to waste any more time.

"Deacon, the Righteous Alliance is eyeing us covetously all the time. To avoid unnecessary trouble, we should end this farce as soon as possible."

Mo Xingren's face was gloomy, and he didn't care about the difference in strength. He ordered Di Qianchou in a commanding tone.

The biggest threat at the moment has been eliminated. If Di Qianchou dares to disobey, Mo Xingren does not recommend exposing his own trump card and wiping out a deacon of the Blood Evil Hall from the world.

Once the situation becomes difficult to resolve, only the dead can keep the secret forever.

Die Qianchou glanced at the confident Mo Xingren from nowhere, and was about to teach this little minion a lesson when he suddenly received a message from Yan Chichun in his mind.

[If you don't want to die, leave that place... Take that blood demon with you, it might come in handy later.]

Die Qianchou paused and slowly lowered his raised right hand. He expanded his spiritual sense and sensed something nearby that was worth noting, and couldn't help but frowned.

"mortal?"

Die Qianchou was a little suspicious, as there was only one mortal approaching stealthily.

No abnormalities were found.

After Yan Chichun sent out that message, there was no response.

Die Qianchou couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

Did this master who saved him but tortured him to the point where he was worse than death secretly remember him because he was too harsh?

If not, why would there be such a threat...

Weird.

"What are you waiting for."

Mo Xingren signaled with his eyes, "If we delay, something bad will happen. I don't want to be caught by those people from the Zhengmeng."

Die Qianchou's cheeks twitched involuntarily.

I thought that my master dared to order me to do things because he had the leverage and means to kill me.

You are a little piece of trash who is not even a human being, and you dare to urinate on my head?

This is simply outrageous! You don't know what's good for you!

"Tsk."

Mo Xingren began to get impatient.

"Don't make me say the same thing again. Now, give me..."

Before he finished speaking, sweat immediately stood up on his face.

An inexplicable chill came over him without warning, as if an invisible shadow had quietly enveloped him.

This is a fear that comes from the depths of the soul, a strong premonition that monsters are born with about life-threatening situations!

Mo Xingren immediately became cautious, and his eyes looking at Die Qianchou became cold and full of fear.

"That spiritual practitioner is still some distance away from me and should not pose a threat. The only one who has the chance to end my life is this extremely ugly butler in front of me."

Mo Xingren thought to himself, he calmly retreated a few steps, not giving Die Qianchou a chance to attack.

At the same time, Mo Xingren was always paying attention to Di Qianchou's actions, as long as the other party showed even the slightest intention to harm him.

He would launch the "blood curse" without hesitation!

"You think you can eat me?"

Wen Zixi smiled and pulled off the hairband behind her head.

In an instant, the black hair as soft as flowing clouds fell freely, lightly covering the shoulders.

She has a graceful figure, like a fairy in a painting, with both a heroic and gentle side, and a gentle smile on her lips:

"I'm not afraid of eating myself to death."