The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Seeing that Lei Zhen was in a trance, Meng Wan looked up leisurely with a half-smile in her eyes.

He wanted to risk getting injured and make her pay the price. Lei Zhen probably didn't know how big the gap between them was.

Several fierce blood moon slashes condensed from the fingertips and chopped down at the opponent.

Although Lei Zhen was quite powerful, he was caught in a dilemma and was in danger under Meng Wan's violent attack.

His robe was torn in several places and blood was dripping.

"The Thunder Dragon has arrived!"

Lei Zhen roared angrily, lightning flashed on his body, and the halberd in his hand turned into a dazzling lightning dragon, pouncing towards Meng Wan.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, he did not dare to be careless at all and directly used his strongest attack.

There was a hint of solemnity in Meng Wan's eyes, but there was no trace of fear.

A small dark green umbrella appeared in her palm in time and was opened gracefully.

The umbrella looked very thin and light, as if it would break if bent, but facing the attack of the thunder dragon, it was like a shield against wind and rain, easily blocking out all the lightning.

"How can it be?!"

Lei Zhen stared at the dark green umbrella, his eyes almost popping out.

He could never have imagined that his strongest attack could be so easily resolved by Meng Wan.

Just as he was horrified, something strange happened!

Lei Zhen's shadow suddenly stood up and turned into a blood-red figure exactly like him, and suddenly embraced him.

"No!"

Sensing the danger, Lei Zhen's pupils shrank sharply and he tried to avoid the embrace of the bloody shadow.

But it was too late.

Being hugged tightly by this blood-red shadow, Lei Zhen couldn't help but shiver.

As he felt the restraining force spreading over his body, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

Even though he had used his strongest attack, he was still no match for the evil cultivator from the Xuanyin Sect.

Today, he might die here!

Lei Zhen struggled while shouting at Meng Wan, "The elders said that it is forbidden to attack one's own people. You are breaking the rules!"

Meng Wan sneered, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, "Rules? The rules do not allow fellow disciples to kill each other, but we are not from the same sect."

Before she finished her words, Meng Wan directly activated the Blood Demon Heavenly Evil Technique. A powerful suction force emanated from her body, enveloping Lei Zhen.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Lei Zhen screamed in horror. He felt that the blood and essence in his body were being rapidly drained away, and his vitality was also rapidly fading away.

He struggled desperately, trying to resist the horrible suction, but to no avail.

"No... don't kill me, I am the Holy Son of the Heavenly Thunder Sect..."

Lei Zhen's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

Meng Wan looked at the dying Lei Zhen and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I killed the Holy Son!"

The light in Lei Zhen's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body gradually became shriveled.

The shadow of death loomed over him, making him realize that there was no chance of escape.

In despair, he began to curse, "Meng Wan! You cruel demon cultivator! You killed innocent people indiscriminately, you must not die a good death!"

Meng Wan's expression was indifferent, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in her blood-red eyes.

She calmly asked, "Are you innocent? Do those casual cultivators you hunted deserve to die?"

Lei Zhen was stunned, and the images of the wandering cultivators who were brutally killed by him and his companions half a quarter of an hour ago emerged in his mind.

Before they died, they also showed despair in their eyes, knelt down to beg for mercy, or cursed hysterically...

Lei Zhen was struck by lightning, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

He has always believed that he is a disciple of a famous and upright sect, and that those he killed were those who deserved to be killed.

But now, Meng Wan's words were like a thunder, exploding in his heart.

Are those casual cultivators who covet the mines necessarily the ones who deserve to be killed? In the final analysis, they did nothing wrong, they were just too weak.

At this moment, Lei Zhen finally realized that what he had done was no different from that of a demon cultivator...

It's just a layer of high-sounding skin.

While he was in a daze, Meng Wan sped up the practice of her martial arts, rapidly absorbing and refining the essence and blood in Lei Zhen's body.

Lei Zhen felt that the blood and essence in his body were rapidly draining away, but he no longer had the slightest desire to resist.

Finally, his shriveled body fell to the ground and turned into a pile of dry bones.

Meng Wan took out the special spiritual weapon distributed by the sect with an expressionless face and collected the remaining souls of several people into it one by one.

These residual souls are an important basis for judging the completion of the task. The spiritual weapon in her hand is also distributed uniformly by the sect.

After collecting the remaining souls, she quickly collected all the spoils, then casually waved a few palms to erase all traces of the battle.

After confirming that no traces were left, Meng Wan activated the Blood Wheel Eye again, looking for the next target.

After identifying the new target, Meng Wan was about to follow, but was suddenly blocked by someone.

"Amitabha, Mr. Meng, we meet again."

A young monk wearing a moon-white cassock appeared in front of Meng Wan. He was Xuan Ji, the Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple.

Meng Wan felt her head throbbing. It was this dog-skin plaster again.

She was very rude, "Get out of here now, I don't have time to argue with you."

"The donor has too much evil spirit, so I advise you to put down your butcher knife and stop killing people."

Xuan Ji had a compassionate look on his face and a calm tone, yet it was filled with unquestionable firmness.

Meng Wan sneered in her heart, too lazy to waste time with Xuan Ji, and with a flash of light, she ran away.

However, Xuan Ji's speed was not slow either. He followed Meng Wan from a distance, still muttering to himself.

"Mr. Meng, I have good intentions, but you are obsessed with them..."

Meng Wan became even more annoyed. Seeing that she couldn't get rid of this dog-skin plaster, she simply stopped, turned around and looked at Xuan Ji coldly.

"Master, since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!

After she finished speaking, she attacked suddenly, and a illusory force hit Xuan Ji's face directly.

Xuan Ji was about to recite the scriptures when his mind suddenly became dazed for a moment, and he was accidentally concentrated by the power of the illusion.

In an instant, his eyes went dark and he fell into chaos...

In the illusion created by Meng Wan, he was no longer the respected Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, but an ordinary child with no talent in cultivating immortals.

The shabby thatched roof was leaking, and the dripping sound of water was like a life-threatening drumbeat, hitting Xuan Ji's heart again and again.

He huddled in a corner, his thin body trembling, his eyes full of fear and helplessness.

"You useless piece of shit! Look at you. You've been practicing for so long, but you can't even sense a trace of spiritual energy! You've brought shame to our family!"

The man's gruff voice echoed in the room, along with the crisp sound of porcelain bowls breaking.

Xuan Ji bit his lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.