The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

As expected, Nightmare was attracted by Meng Xuanhe's blood. He stopped all his attacks and went straight to Meng Xuanhe.

The nightmare was chasing him like a ghost, and Meng Xuanhe used flash to escape continuously.

Their figures kept flickering in the dark cave, leaving only some afterimages.

Meng Xuanhe's heart was beating like a drum, her breathing was short, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. Nightmare's pursuit became more and more crazy, and his roar echoed in the air, making people shudder.

"Hurry up and launch an attack to save Miss Meng." Qin Zhishi gritted his teeth and was about to activate the powerful spirit painting technique when he was held down by the third elder.

"Don't worry about it, retreat quickly, otherwise we will all die here tonight." The third elder uttered cold words, and he actually wanted to ignore Meng Xuanhe.

"No, how can this be possible? Her injury was caused by a heavy fall!" Qin Zhishi refused without thinking.

She had never expected that Chongluo would be so despicable.

Just as Qin Zhishi was about to use his spiritual painting technique, he was knocked unconscious by a heavy palm strike.

Chongluo directly picked up Qin Zhishi and sent a message to everyone.

"The night is becoming clearer, and the nightmare will only get stronger. Everyone retreat quickly."

The Wuxiang people hesitated for a moment and chose to retreat.

After all, Meng Xuanhe is not one of them, so it is understandable that he abandoned her and ran away.

The Wuxiang people evacuated quickly, and for a moment, only the two fighting men were left in the cave.

When he finally came out of the cave, he could clearly hear Meng Xuanhe's voice.

"I will remember today's grudge."

He paused for a moment, then walked out of the cave as if he had heard nothing.

To him, Meng Xuanhe was just a woman with ordinary spiritual power, and such a threat was ridiculous.

After escaping from the cave, Chongluo did not return to the camp, but instead gathered everyone to wait there.

"That nightmare is powerful, so the spoils are naturally valuable. We can wait until Meng Xuanhe has exhausted its strength before we take action. Dawn is the best time to attack."

Chongluo's hidden viciousness and cruelty erupted at this moment.

Inside the cave.

Nightmare seemed to know every move of Meng Xuanhe. No matter where Meng Xuanhe turned, Nightmare could always follow quickly.

They were getting closer and closer, and Meng Xuanhe could even feel the breath of nightmare on the back of her neck.

"You bastard, are you done yet?" Meng Xuanhe was also angry.

If her strength is restored, what will this mere sixth-level thing mean to her?

"If you want to kill me, it's not too much to drag you down with you, right?"

Meng Xuanhe chuckled, and the explosive painting spirit technique appeared in her right hand.

The flaming fist hit Nightmare in the face, and Nightmare also attacked Meng Xuanhe.

If the two of them punch each other, both will be seriously injured.

Simply running away would only consume her physical strength, and she would be exhausted sooner or later. However, Nightmare could continue to recover her strength in the night.

It’s better to give it a try and try to have a chance of survival.

Nightmare obviously saw through Meng Xuanhe's intention, retracted his fist, and quickly dodged to the side.

It wanted to devour Meng Xuanhe's mind, but it had not yet reached the point of exchanging one life for another.

Seeing Nightmare's concerns, Meng Xuanhe chuckled.

She immediately changed her tactics and stopped running away. Instead, she attacked Nightmare with a life-and-death attitude.

Nightmare was shocked. It had never thought that there would be such a desperate person.

But it didn't want to give up this delicious food, so after hesitating for a moment, it transformed into countless shrunken nightmares.

There are about a hundred of them, but they are not very strong and Meng Xuanhe can destroy them with just a wave of his hand.

Their advantage lies in their large numbers and strong recovery ability. No matter how Meng Xuanhe attacks, the Nightmare regenerates very quickly.

"Ah? So many, what should I do?" Meng Xuanhe looked very embarrassed.

But there was a glimmer of cunning in her eyes.

This nightmare was afraid of fighting with her life, but did not want to let go of her as a delicious food, so it transformed into a hundred small nightmares that could regenerate infinitely.

He tried to exhaust Meng Xuanhe's strength and then deal with her when she was exhausted.

This is a good idea, but it doesn't apply to Meng Xuanhe.

Because she discovered that when she eliminated these little nightmares, auras of loot would also drop.

Although it was very faint, with only the white light of sparks, it was enough for Meng Xuanhe.

As long as she accumulates spiritual power bit by bit, she will be able to recover all her strength sooner or later.

Besides, this little nightmare regenerates infinitely, giving her ample opportunities to kill monsters.

Meng Xuanhe raised his hand, continuously drawing spirits, casting spells, and attacking, over and over again, destroying wave after wave.

Countless faint fluorescent lights were absorbed into her brows, emitting a faint white light, and eventually turned into nothingness.

It was not until half an hour later that Nightmare realized that something was going wrong.

Because Meng Xuanhe did not show any sign of weakness. Instead, he became stronger and stronger as the battle went on, and his energy gradually returned to its peak.

"Hiss, I can't hold on any longer. Is this really too much of a stretch?"

Meng Xuanhe smiled bitterly and stopped what he was doing. His peak aura gradually faded away, and he looked a little weak.

When Nightmare heard this, he was stunned.

Meng Xuanhe threw out a "strength-renewing" painting spirit spell and said helplessly: "The strength-renewing spell can no longer be used. My physical strength will only gradually decrease. How can I break the situation?"

After hearing this, Nightmare suddenly realized that this trick of his had never failed. It turned out that the man in front of him had always been strong because of magic.

As long as you keep persisting, you will definitely be the winner!

The nightmare no longer stagnated and resumed its attacks as before.

The little nightmares were the same as before, attacking, dying, and regenerating infinitely.

Nightmare always felt that as long as he persisted, he would be able to see the dawn of victory.

But two hours later, it found out that it had been deceived.

Meng Xuanhe said "I'm so tired" and "I can't hold on any longer", but his hands did not hesitate at all and he didn't look exhausted at all.

The white light has gathered at the center of Meng Xuanhe's eyebrows, becoming brighter and brighter.

Nightmare smelled danger and hurriedly summoned back Little Nightmare and reconstructed his previous illusory body.

But it was too late, Meng Xuanhe directly unlocked the seal between her eyebrows. Countless white lights appeared around her and finally merged into her blood.

All the cultivation that had been suppressed was released at this moment, and coupled with the accumulation of spoils of war over this period of time, Meng Xuanhe gradually approached the threshold that was once out of reach.

In the cave, a bright white light burst out, covering an area of ​​ten miles in radius. It was as if this was no longer night, but the noon with the blazing sun overhead.

"The stars are breaking."

Meng Xuanhe didn't raise his eyes, but casually waved out ten bright moonlight rays, which swept across Nightmare's body like a sharp blade and cut it into pieces of fallen leaves.

Under the brilliant light, all evil spirits will be slain.

This earth-shattering scene left all the members of the Wuxiang tribe stunned.

"This..." The third elder frowned and looked into the cave.

"Is there such a strong person in the sixth level?" Chongluo lowered his head and muttered to himself.

There was only Meng Xuanhe in the cave. But they had confirmed that no matter how strong Meng Xuanhe was, he had just entered the sixth level, so how could he cause such a spectacular scene.

Moreover, the art of painting spirits that can cause the moon's tides is at least at the peak of the Purple Dao.

The Wuxian people could not help but hold their breath, and the pressure from the same technique came from the cave. Those who were not strong had already fallen to the ground.

Chongluo stared at the cave entrance, looking at the person coming out of the cave.

But he never expected that this person would be the one he had planned so hard to get and used as bait for Nightmare.

"Do we still need to escape?"

Meng Xuan and Rourou smiled, looking pale and cold under the bright moonlight.