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

Xuan Ji looked in the direction of Meng Wan's finger. It was a small team composed of disciples from several different sects, whose cultivation was around the Foundation Establishment stage.

He frowned slightly and was about to say something, but Meng Wan had already flown towards those people.

Xuan Ji had no choice but to follow her.

The team had just won a battle and were chatting and laughing.

Suddenly they saw two figures flying towards them, one in front and one behind, and they were all stunned.

When they saw clearly that the people coming were Meng Wan, the saint of Xuanyin Sect, and Xuan Ji, the Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, they were even more stunned.

"Master Xuan Ji? Why are you with a demon cultivator?"

One of them asked bravely.

Xuan Ji had no expression on his face and spoke indifferently, "I have nothing to do with Xuanhu Temple anymore. I am now a disciple of Xuanyin Sect."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the team changed their expressions and hurriedly retreated.

One of them even shouted, "Run! Master Xuan Ji has abandoned Buddhism and turned to the devil!"

Before he could finish his words, everyone had already scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

Seeing this, Meng Wan snorted coldly.

She flashed and caught up with one of them in an instant. Blood surged in her hand and a blood-red sickle appeared.

"what--"

Soon screams were heard and blood splattered, staining the ground red.

However, Meng Wan had already clenched the sickle in his hand and attacked the second person.

Xuan Ji stood aside, watching the bloody scene, his brows slightly furrowed, his hands clenched involuntarily.

He wanted to speak up to stop them, but then he remembered his current identity and ultimately remained silent. He could only watch helplessly as lives disappeared before his eyes.

Meng Wan's attack was ruthless and seemed to be using all her strength, but in fact she never let her guard down.

While killing the enemies, she also kept an eye on Xuan Ji's every move to guard against his sudden betrayal.

Xuan Ji noticed Meng Wan's vigilance and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, mocking himself.

"Sir Meng, why do you have to be so defensive? Monks don't tell lies..."

As soon as he said this, he remembered that he was no longer a Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, but a person of the devil's way. The saying "monks do not tell lies" seemed particularly ironic.

Xuan Ji lowered his eyelids in silence, hiding the complex emotions in his eyes.

Meng Wan saw all this, but ignored it.

She quickly dealt with the remaining monks and then began to collect the spoils with skill and speed.

After cleaning up the battlefield, she turned around and looked at Xuan Ji with interest.

"It seems that you are really possessed."

If Xuan Ji was still a Buddhist disciple of Xuanhu Temple, he would never watch himself slaughter disciples from other sects.

Xuan Ji remained silent, but a look of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

Meng Wan guessed what he was thinking and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"This is how the world of immortal cultivation works. The strong prey on the weak. Since you want to be a demon, you should understand this principle even more."

Xuan Ji had a complicated expression and sighed in a low voice, "Demon cultivators don't necessarily have to rely on killing to gain strength. I cultivate the devil's heart and don't want to increase the sin of killing in vain."

He clasped his hands together, as if commemorating the lost life, or as if mourning for his former beliefs.

"Demon heart? Ha."

Meng Wan sneered, "How can you prove your devilish heart if you don't kill? Being compassionate is the way of Buddhists. Now that you have entered the devil's way, you should abandon those outdated ideas."

She approached Xuan Ji step by step, staring into his eyes.

"Join hands with me, both you and I can gain more, so why cling to those useless good intentions?"

Xuan Ji shook his head, his eyes determined.

"Although I am possessed by the devil, I still have my own principles. Killing is not what I want. Master Meng, there is no need to persuade me."

Meng Wan stopped and the smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold look.

"So, you are rejecting my kindness?"

The blood-red sickle in her hand reappeared, emitting a frightening murderous intent, "You are so stubborn, aren't you afraid that I will use the knife to kill you?"

"You won't kill me."

Looking at the sickle so close at hand, Xuan Ji did not show the slightest sign of fear. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a determined smile.

"Besides, I was born with a golden relic that can automatically protect my body. Even if it is a strong man in the Jindan stage, it is not easy to kill me completely."

This is also one of the reasons why Yuanci did not kill him. In addition to considering his long-standing relationship with Xuanhu Temple, Yuanci was not sure that he could break through the blockade of the Golden Light Relic and kill Xuanji.

Meng Wan frowned secretly, recalling the golden light that burst out from Xuan Ji's body.

The idea of ​​snatching the golden relic flashed through her mind, but she quickly rejected it.

Not long ago, she snatched a string of Buddhist beads from Xuan Ji.

The Buddhist beads were suppressed in the sea of ​​blood, and the Buddha's light on them showed no signs of being erased. It would probably take some time to subdue the golden relic.

Meng Wan put away the bloody sickle and put a smile on her face again.

There is no need to force Xuan Ji into a desperate situation. If he turns to the other saints of Xuanyin Sect, it would be a great loss.

However, it is impossible to expect her to leave such a powerful force unused.

"Xuan Ji, if you want to follow me, you have to agree to one condition of mine."

Xuan Ji was a little surprised when he heard this, "Conditions?"

"Yeah, you're following me, aren't you? But you can't just follow me for nothing, you have to help me."

Meng Wan said confidently.

Xuan Ji remained silent, as if thinking about Meng Wan's proposal.

Meng Wan didn't urge him, but just stood quietly by the side, waiting for his reply.

After a long while, Xuan Ji finally spoke, "What do you mean by contributing? Let me make it clear in advance that I will not help you kill anyone."

"Don't be so sure. You don't want to kill innocent people, but what if the person you want to kill is not innocent?"

Meng Wan patiently said, "If our opponent is a villain, or a demon cultivator, you must help me for free."

Xuan Ji thought for a moment, but shook his head, and said, "Not all demon cultivators are bad..."

Meng Wan interrupted him, "How about this, if the opponent is a bad person, or a demon cultivator who has done evil things, you must fight for me for free. How about it?"

Xuan Ji thought about it and decided that eliminating evil was also a good deed that would not harm his Taoist integrity, so he agreed.

"Okay, I promise you. But how do you know if the other person has done anything bad?"

Meng Wan curled her lips and smiled mysteriously.

"Don't worry, I have my own way to verify this, and I will never let you kill innocent people."

After dealing with Xuan Ji, Meng Wan activated the Blood Wheel Eye, looking for a new target.

Soon, a powerful target was locked on.

"Let's go, Xuan Ji, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

A smile appeared on her lips and she flew off in a certain direction.

Xuan Ji followed closely behind and seriously became Meng Wan's follower.

The "Lingwu Saint" of Piaomiao Palace saw the two of them from afar. When she saw the followers behind Meng Wan, she was stunned.

Why would the Buddhist disciples of Xuanhu Temple travel with people from Xuanyin Sect?