The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Qin Zhishi naturally agreed, but other members of the Wuxiang tribe seemed to have some complaints.

"Zhi Shi, do you really want her to go with us? She doesn't look strong, and we'll have to find time to protect her when the time comes."

A little girl from the Wuxiang tribe said this, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she didn't quite agree with Meng Xuanhe's arrival.

“Chongxue, it is not convenient for her to walk in this void alone. I believe this girl has certain strength.”

Qin Zhishi smiled slightly. She always had an inexplicable self-confidence and felt that the girl in front of her was extraordinary.

Meng Xuanhe did not refute Chongxue's words. After all, her strength had not yet fully recovered. Compared with these people from the Wuxiang tribe, she was indeed a little weak.

"Well, let her go with us. But if you hinder us at the critical moment, we won't care about you."

Chongxue said reluctantly, causing Meng Xuanhe to raise his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, if that day ever comes, I hope you won't hold me back."

After Meng Xuanhe finished speaking, he whistled, looking like a hooligan molesting a decent woman, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"You..." Chongxue was so angry that she couldn't speak and could only snort coldly.

"Okay, from now on we are all partners in the same business. There's no need to be so confrontational." Qin Zhishi said to smooth things over. After all, it was she who insisted on getting Meng Xuanhe to join the group.

"I have a question." Meng Xuanhe turned to look at Qin Zhishi and said.

"What?" Qin Zhishi's heart tightened. She was afraid that Meng Xuanhe would not go with them because of Chongxue.

"Why didn't you, the Wuxiang tribe, bring your goddess with you when you came here?" Meng Xuanhe had also seen Li Chuan in modern times. She was a big star. But he didn't know what she would look like if she returned to ancient times.

After Meng Xuanhe finished speaking, the atmosphere among the Wuxiang tribe became somewhat dull. No one spoke for a long time. Even Qin Zhishi, who had always been very friendly to her, did not speak again.

"Girl, these things are all related to the secrets of my Wuxian tribe. I'm sorry we can't tell you."

Just when Qin Zhishi was in trouble, a young man named Chongluo spoke.

He looked serious, as if he really had some unspeakable secret.

This really made Meng Xuanhe even more curious.

However, this is on the territory of the Wuxiang tribe, so Meng Xuanhe is not so tactless as to insist on getting a result.

But there are some things that are worth her consideration.

If the plot we saw before was really incomplete, it would mean that Xie Lin and Li Chuan were not the male and female protagonists of this world.

Just like in novels or TV dramas, if the supporting characters have enough roles, they should naturally leave the screen to pave the way for the protagonist.

Meng Xuanhe didn't care what happened to Li Chuan, but she couldn't bear to see Xie Lin in danger.

During this moment, she thought about a lot of things. Then she put on a relaxed expression and patted Qin Zhishi's shoulder.

"In that case, I am sorry for being presumptuous. Please don't take it to heart." Meng Xuanhe said with a smile.

While several people were talking, a dark figure like mist quietly descended behind them.

It was like an invisible ghost, more transparent than the fifth nightmare. Even though the Wuxiang people were all very skilled, no one noticed its approach.

"The enemy is coming, don't just stand there."

Meng Xuan's super strong perception poured out, directly illuminating the figure of Nightmare who wanted to attack in the dark.

She frowned slightly and looked at the sixth nightmare that she was meeting for the first time.

If the breath of the fifth nightmare was just unpleasant, then the breath of the sixth was rotten.

It seems that the stronger this thing is, the more disgusting the smell will be.

After being reminded by Meng Xuanhe, many members of the Wuxiang tribe woke up.

The power of this nightmare was beyond what they had seen before, so they failed to notice it.

Chongluo looked at Meng Xuanhe with a puzzled look. Their Wuxiang tribe had a certain ability to sense strength.

The girl in front of them was of ordinary strength and not outstanding. Why didn't they notice it, but Meng Xuanhe noticed it first?

Qin Zhishi nodded in understanding, his intuition was indeed correct.

The nightmare was stimulated by something unknown, and it stretched out its cold fist and hit everyone, stirring up a gust of wind and storm.

The powerful blow of the fist caught almost everyone off guard.

Fortunately, the people of the Wuxiang tribe are not ordinary people, and they all used their internal strength to defend themselves.

But Meng Xuanhe was not so lucky. She was not an internal force practitioner, so her body was naturally weaker than theirs. Moreover, her spirit painting skills had not yet fully recovered, so she was knocked away by Nightmare's punch again.

"What a sin you committed, hitting me again!"

Meng Xuanhe lay on the sand and said with gritted teeth.

Is this the only trick this nightmare has?

Meeting Meng Xuanhe's angry gaze, Yan Meng became furious, as if she was provoked by Meng Xuanhe's eyes.

Countless chains shot out from Nightmare's body and tightly wrapped around Meng Xuanhe's hands and feet, forcing her to lie on the sand unable to move.

"Hey, that's interesting."

Meng Xuanhe looked at the chains on his body. No wonder each layer was stronger than the last. The nightmare on this layer had some skills.

The nightmare's laughter began to surround Meng Xuanhe's ears, cold and weird.

It seemed as if it was caught in a distortion, twisting the chains into sharp blades, flying from a distance and shooting directly at Meng Xuanhe's hands and feet.

Meng Xuanhe was shocked. She had underestimated the sixth-level nightmare. Now that her strength had not yet recovered, this small chain seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making her unable to move.

"Damn it."

She could do nothing as she watched the sharp blade getting closer. This was one of the few times she was in a passive situation.

"At worst, I'll get hurt, but I definitely won't die at the hands of this monster."

Meng Xuanhe had already started chanting a spell, intending to forcibly restore his strength. Although the price was to be seriously injured again, it was better than dying here directly.

Just when Meng Xuanhe made up his mind, people from the Wuxiang tribe also rushed over.

Qin Zhishi waved his clear green sword, and the slender and sharp tip of the sword directly opened the shackles.

Meng Xuanhe was freed and naturally used his lightness skills to avoid the sharp blade.

"Thank you." Meng Xuanhe nodded slightly to Qin Zhishi.

"You're welcome. We are in the same industry." Qin Zhishi smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Nightmare.

Only then did the Wuxiang tribe realize what a dangerous scene they had just experienced.

They looked at each other, and sword shadows danced in the air, carrying strange Wuxian characters, and every swing triggered a spell.

The sword reflected a dazzling light under the purple lines, like a meteor across the sky.

"This is worthy of the tacit understanding of the Wuxiang tribe." Meng Xuanhe said with emotion as he watched the battle from the side.

Their sword shadows had formed a large vortex, gradually changing from dark purple to dazzling, and finally completely transformed into pure white light, attacking Nightmare.

Until the nightmare is completely shattered and disappears from this world.