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

Chapter 220 Were you sent from 'above'? !
Meng Wan tapped her toes lightly and stepped gracefully out of the last level of the Nine-Turn Circle Formation, and a stone chamber appeared in front of her.

This is a very spacious stone room. The walls are inlaid with several luminous pearls that emit soft light, illuminating the entire space.

There is a stone table in the center of the stone chamber, on which is placed a set of exquisite tea sets. Steam is still rising from the teapot, and the air is filled with a faint tea fragrance.

Beside the stone table, a middle-aged man in a gray robe sat cross-legged.

He has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are bright and reveal a bit of shrewdness.

He looked at Meng Wan with interest, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, what a rare guest. After so many years, I never thought someone could pass this Nine-Turn Circle Formation. This is truly impressive."

Meng Wan did not respond immediately. She narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to look at the stone chamber like an eagle.

The walls were as smooth as a mirror, with no decoration other than a few luminous pearls used for lighting, appearing simple and cold.

The ground is also very flat and spotless.

Finally, Meng Wan turned her gaze back to the stone table.

The teapot this person used to make tea was actually made of thousand-year-old cold iron.

This middle-aged male cultivator is so wealthy that he is most likely a cultivator from some powerful force.

Meng Wan was thinking about these things in her heart, but her face remained expressionless, and she just said lightly.

"But I was lucky and happened to find the right way."

When the middle-aged monk saw that Meng Wan did not answer his question directly, he was not angry, but just smiled slightly.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the fragrance of tea instantly spread.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be enjoying it very much.

"The little girl is very alert, but now that you are here, don't even think about leaving."

The middle-aged monk gently placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound, which seemed a little abrupt in the quiet stone chamber.

He stood up slowly, his grey robe fluttering in the wind, and a powerful spiritual pressure instantly swept across the entire stone chamber.

"It has been a long time since a cultivator was able to enter this cave alive. Little girl, you are amazing."

The middle-aged monk's voice was low and hoarse, like the friction of sand, making people feel uncomfortable.

"I wanted to have a good chat with you, but... time is running out, so let's make it quick!"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk flashed and appeared in front of Meng Wan like a ghost.

He formed his right hand into a claw and, with a fierce gust of wind, went straight for Meng Wan's throat.

The speed is astonishing.

It happened in a flash of golden light, and Xuan Ji stood in front of Meng Wan.

He clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist mantras silently, and his whole body was shining with golden light. He was like a Vajra Arhat, and he took the attack of the middle-aged monk head-on.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Xuan Ji was pushed back several steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His face was pale, but his eyes were firm, and he showed no intention of retreating.

"These days, Buddhists are also learning to play the hero-saving-the-beauty trick? How bizarre."

The middle-aged monk sneered and attacked again.

This time, his attacks were more fierce and deadly.

Although Xuan Ji is quite powerful, he is ultimately no match for the middle-aged cultivator.

He barely managed to block a few attacks before being hit in the chest by the opponent's palm. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The middle-aged monk looked at Xuan Ji who was lying on the ground with a strange look in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an infatuated monk... Well, I'll let you two be a pair of short-lived mandarin ducks."

The middle-aged monk took a step forward, raised his palm and approached Xuan Ji again.

The fierce palm wind caused the temperature in the stone chamber to drop sharply, as if even the air was frozen. Xuan Ji was breathing heavily, and more and more blood flowed from his body.

Although his body was already overwhelmed, he relied on his amazing willpower, gritted his teeth, and struggled to stand up again.

"Out of control."

The middle-aged monk sneered, and without seeing how he moved, Xuan Ji's body suddenly began to heat up. This was clearly a sign of a mutation!
If nothing is done about it, Xuan Ji will soon turn into that hairy monster!

As if aware of his own danger, Xuan Ji silently chanted Buddhist teachings, silently resisting the strange power in his body.

At first, the middle-aged male cultivator wanted to watch the fun, thinking that he would not be able to hold on for a while and would give up resistance.

However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and then a quarter of an hour passed...

Xuan Ji's body was shaking, but he managed to survive the impact of the mysterious force!

"How can it be……"

The middle-aged monk saw this and was incredulous. "How on earth did you do that, monk?"

There was a strong flash of doubt and unwillingness in his eyes, and he attacked Xuan Ji again without mercy.

Xuan Ji groaned, and the golden light on his body dimmed a little.

But he remained silent, and once again stood in front of him.

The middle-aged man sneered, and his palm was as sharp as a knife, going straight for Xuan Ji's vital point.

"It's useless! Even if you can resist its will, it will still be a dead end, right?"

"is it?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The middle-aged man turned his head suddenly and saw Meng Wan walking slowly towards the stone table in the center of the stone chamber.

Under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged man, she raised her bare hand and slashed at the stone table.

This seemingly gentle palm contains the power to destroy everything in its path.

The stone table cracked with a sound, and gravel flew everywhere, revealing a strange fist-sized stone inside.

The stone is pitch black, with strange patterns all over its surface, and it exudes a frightening aura.

"No...impossible!"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically. He never thought that Meng Wan's target was it!
He roared hysterically, and with a flash of his body, he rushed to the stone table, trying to snatch the stone from Meng Wan's hand.

Seeing this, Xuan Ji suppressed the surging blood in his body and tried his best to stop the middle-aged man to buy time for Meng Wan.

"Who are you? How do you know of its existence?"

The middle-aged man was tightly entangled by Xuan Ji and could not get away for a while. He could only roar to vent his anger.

He thought of a possibility, and his expression changed drastically, "Could it be that you were sent by 'the higher-ups'?!"

Meng Wan ignored his questioning. She held the strange stone in her hand, sensing the terrifying power within it, and did not dare to relax at all.

When the man saw that she easily grasped the strange black stone, his expression changed again.

"I am a descendant of the Jiang family. I was the first one to find this thing. Please return it to me as soon as possible!"

"It's not impossible to return it to you."

Meng Wan glanced at him with a smile, and with the help of the mind-reading ability of the Heart-Eating Bug, she quietly eavesdropped on the middle-aged male cultivator's thoughts and had already pieced together a rough outline of the truth of the matter.

He immediately broke the seal on the strange stone a little, then threw the strange stone in his hand and smashed it towards the middle-aged male cultivator.

"no, do not want!"

The middle-aged male cultivator's face changed drastically, and he begged for mercy, "I know the truth about this world, I can tell you all the information, hurry up..."

Before he finished speaking, the strange rock glowed brightly and a powerful suction force emanated from it, easily sucking away the middle-aged man's soul.

(End of this chapter)