If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"cough."

Xie Buci calmly put away his handprint and reopened the folding fan to cover up his awkwardness.

"Tactical adjustments."

"Cancel the formation."

"Free fighting"

Qin Wanzhuang glared at him coldly.

"boring."

The longsword in her hand trembled.

The spiritual energy originally used to form the array instantly transformed into a ten-zhang-long fiery sword aura.

Since a group fight is not allowed.

Then let's get a solo kill.

"Nine Slashes of the Blazing Sun - The Great Sun Shines Brightly!"

boom--!

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly evaporated the blood mist in the air.

Qin Wanzhuang attacked in anger.

A martial monk from Wanfo Temple, who was trying to escape, was cleaved in two by this domineering sword strike, along with the staff in his hand.

Moreover, the cut area was charred black.

Not a single drop of blood was shed.

"Clean".

Qin Wanzhuang nodded in satisfaction.

Murder is something like that.

As long as you don't get your clothes dirty, it can actually be a kind of enjoyment.

Wenren Ji's figure then faded.

When it reappears.

They were already behind a female cultivator from the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

There were no fancy moves.

A simple, unadorned sword strike to the throat.

The female cultivator didn't even feel any pain before her life force was cut off.

"My senior brother said we need to be quick."

Wenrenji murmured something in a low voice.

Then they set their sights on the next target.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The battle is over.

On the ground lay hundreds of corpses, some from the righteous path and some from the demonic path.

Only two disciples of the Falling Clouds Sect, who had Swiftness Talismans affixed to their bodies, managed to escape by burning their life essence.

The demonic cultivators did not give chase.

Such a stray dog, in this ruin of crisis, wouldn't survive more than half an hour.

"So weak."

Xiao Fan flicked the blood off the tip of his gun, looking like he hadn't had enough.

"There isn't a single one who can fight."

Ye Wushang gathered up the spoils scattered on the ground. Although he didn't care about most of them, he still didn't let them go, adhering to the principle of "plucking feathers from a passing goose".

"So poor."

Ye Wushang kicked the corpse of the leader of the Wanfo Temple next to him and spat in disgust.

"Besides a few broken sticks, there wasn't even a single high-grade spirit stone."

at this time.

The trio from Qingquan Peak gathered together.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Qin Wanzhuang was holding a new handkerchief and vigorously wiping the hilt of her sword.

They rubbed it very hard, as if they wanted to peel off a layer of skin from the sword.

"Where's the third brother?"

She didn't look up, and her voice betrayed no emotion.

But those who know her well know that the second senior sister was in a very bad mood at this time.

Xie Buci waved his fan, looking at the spot where Mo Chengyue should have been standing.

There's only air there now.

"The teleportation went wrong."

"They must have been swept away by spatial turbulence."

Xie Buci spoke in a relaxed tone, but his peach blossom eyes were unusually devoid of a smile.

"The laws governing this relic are chaotic; ordinary communication jade slips simply cannot send messages."

Qin Wanzhuang stopped what she was doing.

She took out a pale gold communication talisman from her bosom.

This is a specially made "Telephone Transmission Talisman".

Just as he was about to infuse spiritual power...

A slender hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on her wrist.

I would gladly accept your thanks.

"Don't waste your energy."

Xie Buci dropped his nonchalant demeanor, his eyes becoming unusually calm.

"This is deep within the ruins, where the suppression of the laws is too strong, and the transmission talisman cannot be sent out at all."

"and."

He pointed to the lingering stench of blood in the distance.

"Sending a sound transmission talisman at this time is like lighting a torch in the dark."

"Are you afraid the third brother won't die fast enough?"

"If the signal is intercepted by other forces and they trace it back, he will be in real danger."

Qin Wanzhuang's hand froze in mid-air.

After a while.

She withdrew the communication talisman, her brows furrowing tightly.

"So we're just going to ignore it?"

"What else can he do besides run away?"

"What if we encounter a situation like that..."

Qin Wanzhuang didn't continue.

But everyone present understood what she meant.

If Mo Chengyue had been here just now, facing the flashing swords and shadows, given his personality, he would definitely have immediately taken up the formation and charged forward.

Now he's all alone.

Xie Buci smiled.

"Junior sister, you underestimate Lao Mo too much."

"When have you ever seen him suffer a loss?"

Xie Buci turned around and looked at the dim horizon in the distance.

"Don't forget who he's with."

Xie Buci raised an eyebrow, his tone becoming increasingly unserious.

"It's our Holy Maiden."

"Lin Miaoyin?"

Qin Wanzhuang frowned even more deeply.

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous to be with that vixen?"

"No, no."

Xie Buci waved his folding fan, looking completely at ease.

"Although Lin Miaoyin is ruthless, she values ​​her life."

"Moreover, she has just as many life-saving treasures as Ye Wushang."

"That kind of personality from the third brother."

"As long as his thighs are thick enough, he can hang himself up like leg hair."

"A saintess is taking the brunt of the thunder in front of us."

"He's definitely safer than if he were with us."

Speaking of it.

Xie Buci smiled knowingly.

"It might not work out."

"The one who should be crying now is not the third son."

"It was Her Highness the Holy Maiden."

"after all……"

"Our junior brother has the ability to 'ruin his teammates to death without any repercussions'."

"But even Master is having a headache."

Wenren Ji, who had remained silent all along.

He also walked over silently at that moment.

He reached out and tugged at Qin Wanzhuang's sleeve.

Those usually lifeless eyes.

It shimmered with an almost blind trust.

"Second Senior Sister."

"Third Senior Brother... is very strong."

"He's afraid of dying."

"So...he had a harder time dying than anyone else."

Qin Wanzhuang was stunned for a moment.

The image of Mo Chengyue, who was usually timid and submissive, but could always pull out all sorts of shady things from his crotch at crucial moments, came to mind.

And there were the tricks he used to nearly cause her to crash and burn in the martial arts arena.

indeed.

That little rascal.

It looks like a harmless little lamb.

When you cut it open, the inside is even blacker than coal.

"snort."

Qin Wanzhuang snorted coldly and sheathed her longsword.

"That would be best."

"If he dares to die outside, he will disgrace Qingquan Peak."

"I dug up his body and used it as fertilizer."

Although the words were vicious.

But the tense murderous aura emanating from her quietly dissipated.

"Let's go."

Xie Buci shrugged.

They followed.

It happened in the instant he turned around.

Those peach blossom eyes that always seemed to be smiling.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed.

"Third brother."

"If you dare to die outside."

"I'll go and dig up all those hundreds of holes where you hide your secret stash of money."

"I also need your diary, 'My Life as a Salted Fish in the Hehuan Sect'."

"Post it in the sect square for the entire sect to display."

The wind rises.

Clouds surged.

The Mo Dao Zu Shi team has officially begun scanning images.

But in that rocky forest thousands of miles away.

A "corpse" that has just crawled out of the ground.

I suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Achoo—!"

Mo Chengyue rubbed his nose.

He looked around warily.

"Is that treacherous commoner plotting against me?"