The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

From the moment she entered the village, Si Qingyu felt that her spiritual power was abnormally violent. The Universal Pen was of thunder attribute and was uncontrollably active.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

At that time, when the Wanxiang Pen flashed with lightning in front of the village chief, scaring the villagers so much that they shrank back unconsciously. Si Qingyu guessed that they were afraid of heavenly thunder because of their evil magic that relied on absorbing other people's spiritual energy for their own use.

It just so happened that she knew a technique to summon heavenly thunder, and the soul-calling beads used for extradition were magical instruments that could be found everywhere in Mushui Village. Although it was a bit insidious and might hurt the enemy by a thousand and yourself by two thousand, it was fortunately very powerful.

At this moment, thunder rumbled in the sky, and wherever her aura touched, and wherever the drops of clear water beads touched, thunder would fall from the sky.

The thunder that struck Si Qingyu was the thickest and most powerful. When everyone covered their heads to avoid it, no one noticed that a lightning mark was etched into her forehead, and the white light of the jade pendant on her body became brighter and brighter.

Si Qingyu only felt that she was like a container that had absorbed heavenly thunder, with the power of thunder and lightning constantly drilling into her body.

This feeling was very uncomfortable. She could even sense with her spiritual sense that her spiritual veins were about to be burst by the lightning. All the veins that had been repaired were once again squeezed, deformed, and torn into pieces.

At the same time, a complex and ancient mark was constantly being drawn in her mind, and a cold male voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "Heavenly Thunder Summoning Technique, Volume 1, Falling Marks."

Upon hearing this, Si Qingyu raised the Wanxiang Pen in his hand with difficulty and drew the talisman in his mind.

It's a matter of life and death, so we might as well take a gamble and believe that she has a golden finger.

The next moment, the talisman was completed.

The lightning spread out with Si Qingyu as the center, crackling towards other people.

The power of thunder should not be underestimated. Except for one's own people, everyone else is equally blessed by thunder, lightning, rain and dew.

Under the thunder from heaven, a group of monks howled like pigs being slaughtered. They were branded by the thunder from heaven and twitched collectively, with their limbs twisted and twisted like zombies.

The smell of burning meat filled the air and the rain was still falling.

So when Shen Yewei rushed out with a sword to save people, he was frightened when he saw this ghostly scene that looked like a hundred ghosts parading at night.

"This...are they going to mutate?"

Si Qingyu was once again struck by the lightning she had brought down, and felt like she was about to break. She stood there holding on for a breath, and said weakly to Shen Yewei, "Not really, they were struck by lightning. Please save them quickly."

Shen Yewei was also not vague. In order not to waste the precious opportunity that Si Qingyu had gained, he rushed towards the village chief and the guards with a sword and started chopping them.

After the lightning and thunder, the rain stopped. The monk standing in front of the house of the village chief of Mushui Village was staggering, covered with wounds and looking very embarrassed.

The terrifying thing was that they discovered that a large part of their cultivation had been cut off by the power of thunder and lightning.

Those in the Nascent Soul stage dropped to the Golden Core stage, those in the Perfect Golden Core stage dropped to the Early Golden Core stage, and those in the Golden Core stage went directly back to the Foundation Establishment stage.

It is not easy to practice Taoism, even if their channels are not formal.

With this level of loss, no matter how many elixirs he took, how many people with water spirit roots he had, or how much Yin and Yang he absorbed until his kidneys became deficient, it would be difficult for him to return to his original level of cultivation.

The village chief and Su Haokun, these high-level cultivators, took drugs to recover and began to circulate their spiritual power, with the tips of their swords pointed in the direction of Si Qingyu.

"Others can leave, but I will kill you!" The village chief pointed at Si Qingyu with gritted teeth.

Shen Yewei and his two fellow apprentices were still fully capable of fighting. At this moment, they drew their swords and stood in front of Si Qingyu, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

Qian Ren walked to Si Qingyu's side. Si Qingyu looked at Qian Ren, smiled at him, called him "Fourth Senior Brother", and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Si Qingyu's body then went limp and she fell into his arms.

"Junior sister..." Qian Ren frowned as he looked at the dying Si Qingyu. He clenched his fists, flipped his hands and made hand gestures, summoning a defensive magic weapon, the Vajra Shield.

Shen Yewei and the other two fought with dozens of the other side, trying their best to stop the crazy villagers from rushing towards Qian Ren and Si Qingyu.

However, in a battle with such a huge disparity in numbers, Shen Yewei and his men would not be able to hold out for long.

Upon seeing this, Qian Ren took out a magic weapon from his storage bag and gently let Si Qingyu lean on a golden soft chair that could restore her spiritual energy.

He glanced at Si Qingyu and said firmly, "Junior Sister, I won't let anything happen to you!"

As the words fell, Qianren cut his palm with a dagger. Blood dripped from his wound, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, it circled around Qianren's wrist where he was casting the curse seal, spinning around and around.

Si Qingyu struggled to keep her eyes open and watched this scene. She was too weak to utter a word. She only saw Qianren's blood dripping into lines, circling around him at an increasingly faster speed.

Not long after, a group of confused people appeared outside the Vajra Shield. They turned out to be the direct descendants of the Qian family.

The two brothers in the lead were acquaintances of Si Qingyu, Qian Lian and Qian Zhuo.

Qian Lian was holding a broken sword that was shining blood-red all over. Just as he was about to speak, he was frightened by Qian Ren swinging the sword towards his heart.

"Hey! Qianren, let's talk nicely. After all, we are all family. Why are you so upset that you summon us here to perform suicide for us?" Qian Zhuo shouted quickly upon seeing this.

"Kill those people from Mushui Village for me, otherwise, I will die in front of you."

Qian Ren's eyes were red, and he smiled. His throat was injured by Su Haokun, and his voice was hoarse, like a curse from hell, "If I die, all the spiritual weapons of the Qian family that are fed with my blood will become ineffective.

The Qian family will not live up to its reputation and will fall into dust that no one cares about. And you... will never think of being a noble son who is high above everyone else. You will all become prey that is despised, spurned, and slaughtered at will!"

"Qian Ren, you..." Qian Lian was angered by Qian Ren's words. Just as he was about to scold him, he was stopped by Qian Zhuo.

"Brother, brother! No, this is an internal conflict. Let's deal with the people from Mushui Village first! Otherwise, if he really dies, we will have a hard time explaining it." Qian Zhuo hurriedly comforted Qian Lian.

Then, Qian Zhuo turned around and tried to enlighten Qian Ren, "Qian Ren, we are brothers. If you need support, you can just send us a message. There is no need to be so radical!

Look, what a beautiful world this is, we love you so much!

Isn't it just Mushui Village? Listen to my order, young men of the Qian family, and kill all the villagers of Mushui Village with all your strength!"

Some of the Qian Family disciples were very hesitant. After all, they were all born into aristocratic families and had high status. When they looked at the people of this small village, they felt that they were being bullied. "Are we bullying others by taking advantage of our power?"

Qian Zhuo hit the man who was talking with a big bag in his hand, "You are relying on your power, if you keep talking nonsense, Qian Ren will really die, and you will be bullied every day in the future, and even if you die and stink, no one will collect your body!

Come, listen to my instructions and kill them!"