Immortal and Demon Cultivation

A Xiang stretched out her hand and pressed it against the back of Wanyan Wu Lei, who was flying backwards. With a flick of her hand, she relieved the impact force on Wanyan Wu Lei's body.

After Wanyan Wu Lei stabilized himself in mid-air, a faint trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She had not been injured for many years, but she did not expect to be injured by the wind and snow today. However, her injury was not serious. It was just that the impact of the huge energy just now made the blood in her body churn and swell, and she could not suppress it for a while, so a faint trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Feng Xue's situation was not much better than Wanyan Wu Lei. Since no one helped him to dissolve the impact force on his body, he flew back more than 30 feet before he stabilized himself. Although he did not vomit blood, his face was extremely pale, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the violent churning of blood in his body.

The battlefields around were still fighting, and both sides had casualties, but in general, the wizards had the upper hand. After all, they had more people, and they were all elites, and they were proficient in the witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang. In less than two incense sticks of time, more than half of the five hundred Taixu monks had been lost, and the Southern Xinjiang wizards had also lost at least three or four hundred people.

A Xiang said lightly: "I have a personal grudge with him, leave it to me, you go deal with the others."

Wanyan Wu Lei was stunned. This voice was a bit strange. It was not spoken, but seemed to be ringing directly in his soul.

Just now, his powerful impact was easily resolved by this masked white-robed wizard. Wanyan Wu Lei knew that this wizard's cultivation was extraordinary.

It was just that the voice that sounded in his soul seemed to sound young.

She said, "Who are you? Which tribe are you from? This person has reached the level of a celestial being. You are no match for him. Get out of here quickly. I will deal with him."

A Xiang had no intention of paying attention to Wan Yan Wu Lei. She walked forward leisurely in the void, looking at Feng Shixue, who was pale on the opposite side, and her voice slowly rang out.

She said, "You celestial beings who are high above, claiming to be the gods who rule the three realms. Are you really gods? If I remember correctly, you are Feng Shixue, right? How dare you come to the human world again?"

Her voice was clearly heard by Feng Shixue on the violent battlefield of the battle.

Feng Shixue's face was as gloomy as ice, and he said, "Who are you?"

A Xiang said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you have forgotten the sword of Mu Chuzi at the foot of Huangshan Mountain. Mu Chuzi didn't kill you because you knelt down and begged for mercy. At that time, you swore that you would never come to the human world again. You broke your oath. Today, you will die."

Hearing the three words "Mu Chuzi", Feng Shixue's expression was wonderful.

He had experienced the catastrophe of 24,000 years in the human world. Like the Fairy of Flowers, he was the last batch of reinforcements sent by the heaven to the lower world at that time. He retreated back to the heaven after not staying in the human world for a long time. He only participated in one battle, which was at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.

At that time, his cultivation was in the realm of spiritual silence, and he was also considered a first-class master in the three realms. As a result, he was beaten to the ground by a little girl from the Maoshan Sect with a golden dragon talisman, and the little girl stabbed him in the chest.

After the battle of Huangshan Mountain, he was sent back to the heaven as a wounded soldier to recuperate because of his serious injuries, and did not participate in the subsequent Shushan decisive battle.

He did not participate in the catastrophe that happened six thousand years ago. This time, he thought that so many years had passed and no one in the world should remember that he knelt down and begged for mercy at the foot of Huangshan Mountain, so he went to the world again.

Who would have thought that after more than 20,000 years, how could anyone still remember that incident?

He said coldly: "Who are you? Are you Mu Chuzi? Impossible! Mu Chuzi died a long time ago! Who are you?"

No one answered him.

The Red Blood Sword went up against the sky, and a small flame was quickly stretched to form a long line of fire, slashing towards Feng Shixue.

Feng Shixue's face changed wildly, and he turned around to run away. Suddenly, ninety-nine silver needles broke through the air and rushed towards him.

Feng Shixue was so frightened that he cried out, "Heavenly Needle?"

He thought this mysterious man had something to do with Mu Chuzi in the past. Now he just wanted to escape. He threw the golden long stick in the air. This stick was like the golden cudgel of the Monkey King. It grew bigger with the wind and instantly changed from a ten-foot long stick to a giant pillar more than ten feet long and five feet thick.

Bang bang...

All ninety-nine silver needles hit the giant pillar with bright rays of light. The next moment, the giant pillar swept towards Miss A Xiang with the force of thunder and lightning.

A Xiang chopped the Red Blood Sword in her hand casually, and a red light burst out from the blade and chopped the giant pillar that swept across.

With a sharp sound, the giant pillar was chopped down and quickly turned back to the original ten-foot long stick.

The giant pillar disappeared, and Feng Shixue had already escaped more than a hundred feet away. Many wizards saw that this person was about to run away, and they controlled their magic weapons to attack.

However, Feng Shixue's cultivation was so high that these wizards in the Yuanshen and Out-of-Body realms could not easily hurt him.

He slapped several palms in succession, not only knocking away all the magic weapons that were hit, but also sweeping away four or five young wizards by the palm wind, screaming and falling from midair.

Feng Shixue's cultivation was too high, and he rushed out of the encirclement without much effort in the melee, rushing towards the northwest, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Not only did he abandon his magic weapon, the Hunjin Long Stick, but also more than 200 Taixu monks who were fighting hard were abandoned by him.

Ah Xiang did not chase him. She looked at Feng Shixue who was escaping, and secretly said in her heart: "The wind system law is really good at escaping. You run faster than a rabbit. I will kill you next time."

Then she grabbed the long stick with her palm and it was sucked into her palm.

She took a look and said to herself happily: "What a good thing! Another artifact-level trophy! As long as the soul mark of Fengshixue on the stick is erased, this artifact will be mine."

As expected of a descendant of the evil god, she likes to collect treasures the most. She is greedy and plucks the feathers of geese and leaves the skins of beasts. She seems to be even more greedy than her ancestor, the evil god. She can't stand treasures. Once she sees them, her first thought is to get them and hide them under her bed.

She did it as soon as she said it, regardless of the fierce fighting around her. She cast a spell on the mixed gold long stick in mid-air. A dark green light enveloped the mixed gold long stick. The spirit of the mixed gold long stick seemed to resist the invading energy and emitted a dark gold luster.

As a result, the dark gold luster was quickly suppressed by the dark green light. After a moment, the whole mixed gold long stick was silent.

Wanyan Wulei was stunned. With her experience, she knew what the little girl in white robe was doing. She was erasing the soul mark of the previous owner of the long golden stick. Now Feng Shixue's long stick has become hers.

However, what surprised Wanyan Wulei the most was that Feng Shixue, who had a higher cultivation than herself, was frightened by this little girl who sounded only ten years old and fled like a lost dog.

Who was this little wizard in white robe who suddenly appeared?