I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

boom--

The formation failed to hold up after all.

As the evil spirit disappeared, under the joint impact of the twelve realms, the formation exploded.

The speed was so fast that everyone was shocked.

It's still the same valley.

However, it was quiet on the west Monday. Where could there be any trace of human monks?

"Those dogs ran very fast. I thought they were braver than their mouths. Bah, they are a bunch of trash."

Geng Er suffered the most, and his hatred for the residents of the Soul Devouring Pavilion was at an all-time high.

"The person probably hasn't run far yet. Do we want to chase Miss Ning?" A member of the Twelve Realm stepped forward and asked.

"Of course." Ning Ruan nodded.

"Then your side..."

"Chasing together."

Ning Ruan said nothing.

With her backhand, she took out her beloved... little bed that was rarely seen in front of others.

The crib keeps getting bigger like an iron pot.

It was still empty after it accommodated more than a dozen people, and then it stopped.

Ning Ruan flew onto the bed first and turned her head slightly:

"I'm only in the fifth realm. If I can't fully utilize its speed, I'll be in trouble for the seniors."

"..."

The seniors are obviously still confused.

After being stunned, Fang walked onto the flying bed with an extremely complicated expression.

"Let me do it."

The fire spiritual master of the twelve realms with the highest cultivation level stood up.

Naturally, Ning Ruan would not refuse.

As soon as the Twelve Stages were activated, the flying bed flew forward for dozens of miles.

At this speed...even the other twelve realms have nothing to say.

They also have flying spiritual weapons.

But compared to speed...

Forget it, there's no comparison.

This is still under the condition that the person controlling the flying bed is not the owner of the flying spiritual weapon, and does not have the telepathy after the contract.

The speed has reached this point.

"...Miss Ning, we either want to know your secrets, or we are really curious. You said you have this thing, so why did you spend so much money on that Ruifeng Xiangyun Chariot? Isn't this a gift of spiritual stones to Mingyue Trading Company in vain? ?"

Geng Er spoke quickly and couldn't hold back any of the things he wanted to ask.

"That's not what you said. The Rui Feng Xiang Yun Nian is still worth the price. There has never been any money cheating under Mingyue Commercial Bank!" the little fat man said dissatisfied.

"Young Master Tang, you misunderstood, and that's not what we meant." Geng Er almost choked.

Good guy, he was talking so fast at the moment that he forgot that there was a Tang family member beside him.

Originally, no one knew the identity of the little fat man.

Even if his surname is Tang, no one would associate him with the Tang family of Mingyue Trading Company.

But when I was in Mucheng...

From the conversation between the little fat man and the Tang brothers and sisters, anyone who is not stupid can guess their identities.

"I don't lack spiritual stones, and the Rui Feng Xiang Yun Chai is very good. I like it very much." Ning Ruan said seriously.

It looks more classy than the bed.

All she wants is to have a good meal.

The word "no shortage of spiritual stones" made Geng Er completely dumbfounded.

Several other members of the guard group also shut up.

It can only be said that true empathy does not exist.

They don't understand, but envy!

Just when everyone had mixed feelings, a figure finally appeared in front of them.

Yes.

Together.

Because when they were in the valley, everyone sensed that the group of people from the Soul Devouring Pavilion were running separately.

There are fluctuations in the monk's aura in all directions to the west.

In this case, they were too lazy to separate and chase.

They all stared at the one with the highest cultivation level...

"As expected, it's those secretive guys from the Soul Devouring Pavilion. Why are they running away? Weren't you very arrogant just now? You are the one threatening me outside the formation, right?"

Geng Er flew out first.

He threw a hammer at the man in black robe in front.

The man in black robe ducked away.

It's just that the flight speed is also slower because of this.

Several other members of the Twelve Realms in the guard group also hurriedly caught up.

They surrounded the man in black robe and stopped them.

"If you are here to rob the storage ring, none of the things you have here are on me." The man in black robe said in a hoarse voice.

"You were the one who brought out the formation just now. I heard that this formation is very powerful and should not be available in the Soul Devouring Pavilion."

On the flying bed, Ning Ruan gnawed on the spiritual fruit and spoke leisurely.

"Miss Ning, this person is definitely not from the station. He can produce the Nine Nether Soul Refining Array. Only the confidant of the Pavilion Master at the headquarters of the Spirit Devouring Pavilion can do it."

The one from the Twelve Realm who was the first to recognize the formation in the guard group responded with a sneer.

"Headquarters?" Ning Ruan chuckled and raised her eyes, "Where is the headquarters of the Spirit Devouring Pavilion?"

"..."

The man in black robe, who was sure that he could no longer continue the conversation, stopped talking nonsense.

Jingshou sacrificed his spiritual weapon, seemingly wanting to fight to the death.

If it were one, or even two, twelve realms, he might actually have a chance to escape.

But right now, there are enough sieges in the twelve realms of the Western Names.

There are several Eleven Realm raiding formations on the side.

About half an hour later.

The man in black robe was captured alive.

"Kill if you want, why humiliate me?"

Snapped--

The man in black robe had even his black robe taken off, and a slap mark instantly appeared on his face.

Geng Er, who was beating the person, waved his hands and looked at the middle-aged monk who had no power to resist in front of him with a sneer:

"I just want to humiliate you, so why don't you bite me?"

Snapped--

Another slap in the face.

"Weren't you very arrogant just now? You wanted to kill us by relying on the formation, right? Your Grandpa Geng is right here, kill us!"

"..."

The middle-aged monk stared angrily.

The sinister gaze clearly wanted to tear Geng Er into pieces.

"If I can't bring the Nine Nether Soul Refining Array back, you will all face the Pavilion Master's pursuit, and no one will be able to escape."

"You are so poor in the Soul Devouring Pavilion, and the master of the same pavilion is chasing people for a broken formation?"

The flying bed has fallen to the ground.

But Ning Ruan didn't accept it.

Just sitting on the edge of the bed, the sword box was placed next to his right leg.

He leaned forward slightly and looked at the middle-aged monk with a chuckle.

Being humiliated by the pavilion master is far better than being humiliated by himself. The middle-aged monk was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He suddenly became furious and said, "When the pavilion master comes out of seclusion, you will die."

"I don't believe it, let him come out and have a look." Ning Ruan clicked his tongue twice.

The index and middle fingers of his right hand suddenly came together, and with a random stroke in the air, the long red sword suddenly flew out of the sword case.

The first one fell into the palm of the middle-aged monk.

Completely nailing the person to the ground.

"What is your identity, what are you doing here, where is your headquarters, and finally..."

Ning Ruan looked at him, her eyes narrowed slightly, "More than ten years ago, the Soul Devouring Pavilion sent people to Qingyun Prefecture and robbed a daughter of the Xin family. Where is she? Is she still alive? Oh, by the way. She was still pregnant and was abducted, what happened to the child?"

The middle-aged monk raised his head with difficulty.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face gradually turned pale.

Although the questions asked by the other party really surprised him, he still couldn't help but sneer:

"After all, he is a little baby who is protected by his elders. He is so innocent. I have lived enough in the twelve realms. If I want to kill you, I will kill you. But if you want me to say something, then you are just dreaming."