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

As Wen Zixi took a step forward.

The entire earth seemed to respond to her call and began to tremble violently.

Squeak, squeak, squeak—

One by one, the tiny seedlings silently emerged from the soil.

It presents a vibrant color.

Boom boom boom...

The movement continues.

Those tiny seedlings spread all over this world, growing taller and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye they turned into lush towering trees.

The bamboo forest is surrounded from all directions, forming a natural cage to isolate it from external interference.

"This is...what an amazing power!"

Looking around at the breathtaking miracles, Di Qianchou could not hide the surprise in his eyes. Even he couldn't help but feel covetous at this moment.

If he could absorb and refine such rich and pure natural power, he might be able to take a step forward, ascend to the "other shore", and join the ranks of those with great supernatural powers.

Wen Zixi still had a smile on her face, calm and bright, as gentle as a spring breeze.

But the spiritual power that was unleashed behind him was as deep as the boundless ocean.

The Kaihai Realm can be divided into four sub-realms: the initial stage of condensing the shape, the performance of heaven and earth, the transformation of yin and yang, and the opening up of the bitter sea.

Although Wen Zixi had just broken into the Kaihai realm not long ago, his reserves were far superior to those of ordinary cultivators because of the great way he cultivated, his persistence in meditating at the Wangshu Terrace in the North Pavilion since childhood, and his long-term absorption of natural essences.

Even though she was at the initial stage of condensing her form, the range of spiritual power she could call upon was no less than that of the cultivators who had opened up the sea of ​​suffering.

It is so huge that it makes the evil cultivators jealous, and Du Qianchou even draws a conclusion.

If Wen Zixi continues to practice hard, he will definitely become a great master in time.

You know, even Di Qianchou himself was only relying on the Blood Evil Demonic Art.

He had to use almost violent means to force things to grow faster, and his hands were stained with countless blood to achieve what he has today.

However, Wen Zixi came from real practice, so the solidity of his foundation was naturally different.

"This is exactly what I long for!"

Mo Xingren was suddenly very excited.

His face was full of greed, and for a moment he even forgot his instinctive sense of crisis.

It's like a miser who is very thrifty and encounters gold, silver and treasures all over the ground as soon as he goes out.

How could he not be overwhelmed with emotion?

Even Die Qianchou on the other side was the same, if it weren't for the restrictions placed on him by Yan Chichun.

In this situation, the first person Die Qianchou wanted to kill was Mo Xingren!

Because only in this way can he enjoy this blessing from heaven without any burden...

"I may die from this, but you won't get any advantage."

Wen Zixi said calmly.

She made such a commotion not to build a grave for herself, but to delay time as much as possible.

At this time, the people in the Righteous Alliance must have sensed the movement in the bamboo forest.

Next…

It depends on how long she can hold on!

"You don't count here..."

Mo Xingren decided to give it a try.

The whites of his eyes suddenly turned blood red, which was very strange. He licked his lips and said:

"It's my word."

"Deacon, hurry up and take her down."

Die Qianchou frowned secretly, feeling that this "blood demon" seemed a little too complacent.

Not to mention the warning Yan Chichun gave him just now.

At this moment, Di Qianchou didn't want Mo Xingren to get what he wanted even more.

In other words...are you worthy of it?

But soon, Di Qianchou took a step forward uncontrollably. He was suddenly startled and quickly closed his eyes to look inward to check for any abnormalities in his body.

Die Qianchou clearly felt that the blood in his body began to boil. The bloody evil energy that had been refined and used by him seemed to come alive, spreading to his limbs, trying to compete with him for dominance of the body.

Is this a unique method of the blood demon? !

Could it be that the inscription on the stele is true...

One day, the supreme Lord of Blood will return to the world, take charge of the Blood Alliance, and wash the world with blood.

Die Qianchou tried hard to regain control of his body.

But the slowly rising arm and the rapidly rotating magic power were telling him all the time...

It's time to welcome back the real owner.

bang——

A violent blood-red wave suddenly erupted.

It was as if a beast wandering in the abyss had broken free from its restraints and was sweeping around violently.

The power of the cultivator at the peak of the Huaqiao Realm was extremely strong, and he razed the large green bamboo forest to the ground almost instantly.

Countless bamboos were vulnerable to the surging blood waves and were ruthlessly destroyed. Even the air was filled with a smell of blood that was so strong that it was almost tangible.

"Damn it, stop it!"

Die Qianchou gritted his teeth and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

However, the power in his body was beyond his control, as if it wanted to drain him all at once and pour out crazily.

The terrifying power shook the heaven and earth. Blood-red waves rose into the sky and pierced the clouds, blocking the sunlight and making the originally clear sky dark in an instant.

Countless people witnessed this horrific scene and ran back home in fear, locking the doors and windows to stay with their wives and children.

And in Liuyun Township.

A cultivator holding the Qingyun Sword saw this scene, found the right moment, and used all his strength to swing a powerful sword energy at the evil cultivator fleeing in front of him.

Then he turned around decisively and rushed towards the bamboo forest.

In the Zhengmeng, Mr. Ruya stopped talking with the two Huagong ladies.

They looked at each other, understood each other tacitly, and stood up from their seats and left.

"That's it."

Mo Xingren nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly what he wanted, but the only drawback was that Di Qianchou still had consciousness and had not completely submitted to him.

Even now, they are still resisting stubbornly.

"You brat, I will kill...kill you..." Die Qianchou's voice seemed to be forced out of his throat.

His eyes were bloodshot, he was panting like a cow, and he stared straight ahead. He looked at Mo Xingren as if he wanted to skin him alive!

The sky is dark, making people feel depressed.

Wen Zixi witnessed this overwhelming situation and sighed softly: "Forget it, it's just a death, it's no big deal, why not think about something happy."

"If I die..." She lowered her eyes, her tone filled with relief, "Sister-sama should be able to focus on seeking the immortals and attaining the truth without distraction, right?"

Die Qianchou wanted to take action to eliminate the "blood demon", the source of the evil, but Mo Xingren had foresight and kept a safe distance from him before triggering the "blood curse".

As time passed, a hint of blood red gradually filled Di Qianchou's eyes, and he let out a long roar towards the sky.

The sound resounded through the sky and echoed for a long time.

"Here I come." Wen Zixi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

The tree behind her had a thick trunk and lush branches and leaves, and the green leaves sparkled in the sun. As she pulled it, the tall Jianmu tree slowly drooped.

"what--"

The cracks in the ground spread rapidly like a spider web. Amidst the roar, pieces of earth and rocks rolled and bounced, and dust filled the sky.

A dark red light suddenly bloomed around Die Qianchou, as gorgeous as a blooming blood flower.

Then, these rays of light condensed into entities, transforming into blurry shadows...

Twisting and struggling, like a demon, together with Die Qianchou who was completely controlled.

He pounced on Wen Zixi like a madman.