The righteous female cultivator loves to act coquettishly, while the demon empress is very arrogant

Shen Jiamao could only watch as Ruan Dongling's spear pierced his body!

Ruan Dongling's spear did not hit Shen Jiamao's vitals, but penetrated Shen Jiamao's right shoulder!

This time, an extremely important muscle in Shen Jiamao's body was broken. As soon as Shen Jiamao's hand on the sword loosened, the sword fell to the ground.

Shen Jiamao's face changed drastically, and the severe pain made his face begin to twitch slightly.

What made him even more heartbroken was that he could no longer use his right hand!

The surrounding disciples, seeing their deacon being humiliated, wanted to come forward to help, but were all swept away by Ruan Dongling with a wave of his hand.

Ruan Dongling poked the spear in again, drawing out bursts of blood.

"How about it, how does it feel to use your power to overwhelm others? If you are not as good as others, you have to suffer!"

Ruan Dongling pulled out the spear again, and then placed his palm on Shen Jiamao's abdomen.

Feeling the imminent aura in his dantian, Shen Jiamao's face turned pale with shock.

Ruan Dongling had a wicked smile on her face, "What about Deacon Shen, how much of your mid-level cultivation level at the Divine Transformation Realm will you have left if I take this palm off?"

"Which realm do you think of? Foundation building? Qi refining? Or... a useless person who cannot cultivate?"

Shen Jiamao was finally scared. He knew that if his Dantian was destroyed, he would really be doomed.

But in front of so many disciples, Shen Jiamao still refused to speak.

"It seems that Deacon Shen is still a tough guy. If he is so stubborn, then he should be a useless person!"

Ruan Dong's spiritual palm was filled with energy and was about to destroy Shen Jiamao's Dantian when he heard Shen Jiamao shouting loudly, "Immortal Lord, wait!"

Ruan Dongling finally smiled, and she slowly retracted her palm, "Haha, that's it?"

Shen Jiamao's face turned red and white, distorted, "What do you want?"

"You know the current situation!"

Ruan Dongling took out a grandmaster's chair from his storage bag, sat on it with a golden sword, and waved his hand gracefully.

"Go and take out all the offerings our Zhenwu Prefecture sect has given to your holy land over the years!"

"Remember, don't miss anything! I have a bill here!"

Ruan Dongling took out a stack of exquisite booklets from the storage bag, and then shook it at Shen Jiamao.

Of course she didn't have any books. These books were just some words that Ruan Dongling had collected in the mortal world.

"Did you see that these are records of items donated by our Tianyuan Sect? If you dare to steal any of them, I will wipe out your Lingxiao Holy Land!"

"You are not doing anything anyway, you are just blood-sucking pests lying on our Zhenwuzhou!"

Shen Jiamao's face looked ugly. At this time, he could feel an extremely small and domineering air flow in his body. This air flow was rushing around his body, causing pain wherever it went.

He knew that this air flow must have been left in his body by Ruan Dongling, just to control him!

He gave instructions to the two disciples beside him, and the two disciples ran away in a hurry.

Ruan Dongling was not in a hurry and just sat there.

When the two disciples finally returned, Shen Jiamao gave the three storage bags to Ruan Dongling with a face full of humiliation.

Ruan Dongling took a look at the things inside, and there were really a lot of good things.

Although from her current point of view, many things are no longer attractive, but for monks below the god transformation stage, these things are still very precious. The key is the large quantity.

Ruan Dongling calculated that these things should be enshrined by the Tianyuan Sect within a hundred years.

"This only belongs to our Tianyuan Sect, what about other sects? Take it out quickly!"

Shen Jiamao blushed, "You..."

Ruan Dongling patted the armrest of the chair and stood up, "Forget it, Deacon Shen is so picky with the ropes, it's better for me to get it myself!"

"You two, lead the way!" Ruan Dongling raised his chin and motioned to the two disciples to lead the way.

The two disciples who were running errands had frightened faces, and they kept retreating when faced with Ruan Dongling, the devil with a scary smile.

He turned his attention to their deacon Shen Jiamao for help.

But he saw Shen Jiamao's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and he stared at the two disciples with vicious eyes.

It seems that if they dare to take Ruan Dongling there, they will die without a burial place!

Ruan Dongling was not happy anymore and waved his hand towards Shen Jiamao, saying, "I don't know whether to live or die!"

This slap made Shen Jiamao spin twice in circles, and his mind was confused.

Never, never have I been so humiliated!

Shen Jiamao was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he wanted to cut Ruan Dongling into eight pieces, but he could only express his anger with his eyes.

Ruan Dongling grabbed Shen Jiamao's collar and said, "In that case, please take me there!"

Shen Jiamao was forced to endure the humiliation and brought Ruan Dongling to the Xuanji Pavilion in the Holy Land of Lingxiao.

Inside are the treasures of Lingxiao Holy Land.

The reason why Shen Jiamao was asked to come over was because to open the Xuanji Pavilion, he had to unravel many mechanisms and needed a deacon token, which was very troublesome.

If violence is used, the treasures inside may be damaged.

Ruan Dongling used force to subdue Shen Jiamao and forced him to open the Xuanji Pavilion.

As soon as he entered, Ruan Dongling was almost blinded by all kinds of treasures, and the air was filled with the fragrant scent of spiritual plants.

Ruan Dongling looked at these countless rare treasures, his eyes glowing.

Ruan Dongling was not polite and plundered all the treasures. Even the exhibition stands and shelves where the treasures were placed were not spared. They were all swept into storage bags.

Shen Jiamao looked at this scene and almost vomited blood in distress.

But with Ran Bing standing next to him, he couldn't even vomit blood.

I felt like a mouthful of old blood was stuck in my chest, which was very uncomfortable.

Ruan Dongling looked around and made sure that he had collected everything. When he was ready to leave with satisfaction, Mr. Miao, who had not spoken to him for a long time, suddenly pretended to be dead!

Ruan Dongling's body trembled. Mr. Miao's silence for such a long time made Ruan Dongling forget his existence for a while!

At this time, Mr. Miao suddenly spoke. Ruan Dongling looked around for a moment, and then he realized in the next second that this was the useless old man in his body!

"On the front left, behind that wall, there is still space! What is hidden inside is the treasure!"

Mr. Miao's voice may be hoarse because he hasn't spoken for a long time. He felt that after such a long period of silence, Mr. Miao may have fallen asleep.

But at this time, Mr. Miao spoke in a very excited tone!

Ruan Dongling followed Mr. Miao's guidance and walked towards the left front of Xuanji Pavilion.

There is only one wall here, everything is normal, nothing seems abnormal.

Ruan Dongling was studying, and in a blink of an eye he saw Shen Jiamao's extremely nervous expression.

This is a real hammer, there must be a big treasure here!