Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

The seventh level of the sword heart soul-breaking technique was indeed very powerful. However, one should not forget that she was facing an Emperor-ranked martial cultivator. Furthermore, according to Gongxi Batian, the mental cultivation method of the Meng clan placed the most emphasis on one's mental state. How could the sword heart soul-breaking technique disturb one's state of mind so easily?

Heart demon! Ling Chuxi's mind suddenly lit up. The Meng clan was too concerned about the tempering of their mental state, and was too worried about the appearance of their inner demons. Perhaps they didn't even realize that this was their true inner demon. Every time they cultivated, they would be immersed in this kind of worry and try to prevent the birth of their inner demons. However, they didn't know that the inner demons had long been hidden in the depths of their hearts, but they were usually deliberately suppressed.

However, her sword heart soul-shattering technique had struck the depths of Meng Zheng's heart, easily awakening the sleeping inner demons. As a result, Meng Zheng's performance was even worse than that of a monarch.

After understanding this point, Ling Chuxi completely relaxed.

"Heavenly net!" Ling Chuxi said softly. Her voice seemed to come from another space.

A twisted pattern of light appeared around Meng Zheng's body, like a transparent swamp. Meng Zheng's saber continued to slash down, but it became extremely slow, as if it was being guided by a huge force, entangled, and twisted.

"Ling Chuxi, what have you done?" Meng Zheng's eyes snapped open and he roared. The disciples of the Meng family were the best at controlling their emotions, and Meng Zheng was one of the best, so he quickly regained his senses.

However, it was too late to wake up now.

Under that massive and twisting force, his movements became so slow and awkward.

"Domain, she's actually a domain expert!" The crowd finally reacted and exclaimed in unison.

Everyone could see that the heavenly net Ling Chuxi was talking about was an extremely powerful binding domain. This domain also had the effect of attacking one's divine sense, which was why Meng Zheng's mind was in a mess. If he was not careful, he would be firmly restrained by her domain.

It wasn't rare for cultivators in the Qing-Yun realm to use a domain. No matter if it was a martial cultivator or a spell cultivator, they could all use a domain. However, most of their domains were just an extension of their own martial techniques or spiritual spells. They were much weaker than those who specialized in domains. On the other hand, Ling Chuxi's domain had obviously surpassed the average level and was not any weaker than many of those who cultivated in the arts.

"Could she actually be a spell cultivator?" Everyone had the same guess. Just like the domain of martial cultivators and Dharma cultivators would not be too strong, generally speaking, the offensive power of Dharma cultivators was also much weaker and could not be compared with other martial cultivators and Dharma cultivators.

Meng Zheng's face was filled with shock. It was only then that he realized that he had been mistaken. Ling Chuxi's hand seals were not magic hand seals but domain hand seals. It turned out that she was a domain master.

Meng Zheng shouted loudly and his body expanded a few times. He knew that the next moment would be the time for Ling Chuxi to cast her spell. Now that he was trapped in the heavenly net domain, it was impossible for him to use his powerful sword skills to break the technique. The only thing he could do was to resist Ling Chuxi's spell.

Since Ling Chuxi was a sorcerer, then no matter how strong her spells were, they could not be that strong. As long as he could withstand the attack of her spells, the final victory would still belong to him. Meng Zheng had some confidence in his body condensation state cultivation.

However, he was wrong again this time.

A strange looking sword appeared in Ling Chuxi's hand. It would be more appropriate to call it a sword or a knife, but it was different from his long knife, which had smooth lines from head to toe and exuded a murderous intent. Strictly speaking, it was more like a vegetable knife.