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

Xuan Ji was quick-witted and quick-handed, and quickly blocked Meng Wan's attack. His blood and energy were blocked, making a "chi chi" sound.

"Meng Wan, for my sake, spare their lives."

"Your face?"

Meng Wan sneered, "Who are you? Do you think you deserve my respect?"

Hearing this, Xuan Ji's face froze slightly. He knew that Meng Wan was cruel and ruthless and would do anything to achieve her goals, but he didn't expect that she would be so cruel and ruthless.

"They are my fellow disciples, I..."

"Fellow disciples? You've already betrayed your master, what fellow disciples are you talking about?"

Meng Wan interrupted Xuan Ji and glanced at him, "Now, your only fellow disciple is me!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the hope in the young monk's eyes gradually dimmed.

He said sadly, "Senior Brother Xuan Ji, this is the last time I will call you Senior Brother. You really disappoint us!"

Other monks also echoed and criticized Xuan Ji.

"Stop pretending. We don't need your fake kindness."

"Xuan Ji, you really brought shame to Xuanhu Temple! You are not worthy of being a human being!"

Listening to the insults and scorn from his former fellow disciples, Xuan Ji remained calm.

Ever since he made the decision to abandon Buddhism and practice magic, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

Xuan Ji looked at Meng Wan and said, "Whatever you want to do in the future, as long as it does not violate my Dao heart, I will spare no effort to help you."

Meng Wan stared at him for a while, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Just this once, never happen again."

For the sake of Xuan Ji, the thug, it doesn't hurt to make some small concessions.

However, before leaving, Meng Wan left some small gifts for the monks.

She glanced at those people, and a blood-red sickle appeared out of thin air in her palm, drawing a huge arc in the air and passing by the necks of several people.

With a "swish" sound, the monk robes on their bodies were cut open.

Cries of fear rang out one after another. Several people stood frozen in place, sweating profusely. They felt a chill on their necks, as if their throats would be cut in the next moment.

Everyone was still in shock, staring blankly at the torn monk's robe, feeling as if they had escaped death.

Only then did they realize that Xuan Ji's plea really bought them a chance to live.

After leaving, Xuan Ji was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Why did you choose this path?"

Meng Wan said calmly, "No reason, just for power."

Xuan Ji seemed to be lost in thought. He recalled the information he had seen about Meng Wan.

If she had not chosen to cultivate magic, a cultivator with only one spiritual root like her might have spent her entire life without ever reaching the end of Qi refining.

"Have you ever thought about seeking revenge... on the Meng family?"

Meng Wan paused, looked at him playfully, and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Why, Master Xuan Ji wants to persuade me to put down my butcher knife again?"

Xuan Ji said calmly, "Master Saint, you are joking. What qualifications do I have to interfere in other people's karma?"

Hearing this, Meng Wan raised her eyebrows in surprise, and finally looked at this fallen Buddhist disciple seriously.

Xuan Ji gave up Buddhism and practiced magic. He seemed crazy and insane, but in fact, he knew better than anyone what he wanted.

Meng Wan retracted her gaze and said, "It's great that you understand this. Next, I will continue hunting. I hope you won't hold me back."

With Xuan Ji's joining, Meng Wan became even more powerful, and had several more souls in his hands.

However, as the number of dead monks increased, the news that the Holy Son of Xuanyin Sect was frantically hunting down disciples from other sects spread to everyone.

For a time, people were in panic and everyone was in danger.

The saint sons and saint daughters of the other major sects spontaneously gathered together, determined to eradicate all the evil cultivators of the Xuanyin Sect.

While Meng Wan and Xuan Ji were killing sprees, Li Potian was dodging in a panic the three figures that were chasing him closely from behind.

Ling Wu was dressed in white, and his cold face revealed a bit of cruelty.

In her hand she was waving a long aqua-blue silk ribbon, which was as cunning and ruthless as a spirit snake, and every move she made was aimed directly at Li Potian's vital points.

Hua Li, the "Flower Shadow Saint" of Shen Yi Sect, manipulated countless vines and thorns to block Li Potian's retreat.

Qin Shaoyang, the "Golden Light Taoist" of the Jinyun Sect, was even more ruthless. Rays of golden light slashed down like sharp blades, with an intimidating momentum.

"Are you crazy?! You keep chasing me and hitting me!"

Li Potian roared, her strength was actually quite strong, she could not be at a disadvantage against any of the three people.

But when these three joined forces, they were suppressed.

The Holy Lady of Spirit Mist sneered and increased the strength in her hands again, "If you want to blame someone, blame Meng Wan from your Xuanyin Sect! She was the first to start!"

Upon hearing this, Li Potian cursed Meng Wan in his heart.

Damn Meng Wan, she was the one who caused the trouble, but she has to bear the consequences!

And these three crazy people in front of them, instead of causing trouble for Meng Wan, they come to bully her!

Hit by the golden light again, Li Potian coughed up blood and finally couldn't help cursing.

"A bunch of lunatics... Meng Wan caused the trouble, what do you want to do with me?"

"After we deal with you, we will naturally go find Meng Wan!"

The face of the Holy Maiden Lingwu darkened, and she swung the long silk in her hand even more fiercely.

Li Potian was struggling to cope with the situation and had several more wounds on his body.

She gritted her teeth and tried to break through again, but was still forced back by the three men.

"hateful!"

Li Potian cursed inwardly. As she saw more and more injuries on her body, she became more and more anxious.

When Li Potian was being beaten up by a group of people, Qingyu's situation was not much better.

He was chased like a stray dog ​​by the "Fairy of Wonderful Sound" Mu Xueyan of the Jinyun Sect and the "Son of the Divine Eye" Xiao Yi of the Shenyi Sect.

Qingyu is good at the art of bewitchment and illusion, and he usually tricks many people with these means, but today he hit a wall.

Xiao Yi cultivated a pair of divine eyes. Any magic or illusion was like paper in front of him and would break with a single poke.

The numerous illusions created by Qingyu seemed nothing in his eyes.

Mu Xueyan's sound attack is even more difficult to defend against.

She plucked the strings lightly with her jade fingers, and invisible sound waves turned into sharp blades, cutting through Qingyu's protective spiritual power, making him suffer terribly.

"Xiao Yi! You and I have no grudges in the past or present, why are you forcing me so hard?"

Qingyu dodged the light blade shot by Xiao Yi while taking the time to question.

Xiao Yi sneered, "You're forcing me? The people of your Xuanyin Sect wantonly slaughtered my disciples. I can't coexist with the evil cultivators of your Xuanyin Sect!"

Qingyu cursed in his heart, it was all Meng Wan's fault for being too high-profile. After luring the Buddhist disciples of Xuanhu Temple into becoming evil, he acted more and more unscrupulously, which led to these people joining forces.

This woman is such a scourge!

She caused the trouble, but he had to bear the consequences!

While Qingyu was fending off the attacks from the two, he was racking his brains to think of a way to escape.

He pretended to flee in panic, but was actually secretly accumulating strength, preparing to release his most powerful illusion, "Senluo Wanxiang".