If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

After the extinction, all sounds ceased.

That devastating sword strike just now scraped off a layer of soil from the ground within a radius of several miles. Now, the secluded valley is as clean as a plate that has been licked by a dog.

Mo Chengyue maintained an extremely stiff posture, holding the unconscious "human nuclear bomb" Wenren Ji in his arms, with his second senior sister Qin Wanzhuang lying paralyzed beside him.

Cold sweat was streaming down his mud-covered back.

"They went too far..."

Mo Chengyue's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

His radar-like divine sense was frantically alarming, indicating that at least three extremely terrifying auras were rapidly approaching from all directions.

run?

If he could outrun those bloodthirsty Core Formation stage experts while dragging two incapacitated patients, he would be as proud as if he could write his name backwards!

beat?

He touched his empty storage ring; there were no talismans left, and he couldn't even fart out of it.

"A desperate situation..."

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming both crazed and clear.

If you lack talent, then rely on your acting skills!

Life is like a play, it's all about showing off!

He deftly arranged the unconscious Wenren Ji into a "master sitting cross-legged" posture with his palms facing upwards, and then helped the blood-covered Qin Wanzhuang behind his junior brother, posing her as a "protector".

After doing all this, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his wildly beating heart.

Hands behind his back.

Stand tall and proud.

The mud-covered face instantly lost all its sleazy and panicked expression, leaving only an unfathomable indifference.

It's like a wise master who has seen through the illusions of the world, quietly protecting his enlightened junior.

Even though his calves were actually cramping terribly.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew by.

With a lingering, desolate sword intent, it stirred up the dust on the ground.

Almost at the same time.

Three streaks of light crashed to the ground.

Ye Wushang, Xiao Fan, Ye Changfeng.

These three big shots, who usually acted with impunity in the sect, now looked at the ruins before them, now stripped of their black and white, with faces as solemn as if they had just swallowed a dead fly.

Especially Ye Wushang.

He stared intently at Wenren Ji, who was sitting cross-legged and whose body showed no trace of spiritual energy, his eyes filled with fear and suspicion.

Has he truly had an epiphany?

Or... is it at its last gasp?

This holy son of the Hehuan Sect was suspicious by nature. He narrowed his eyes and tentatively took a step forward.

With each step taken, the murderous intent was revealed!

As soon as the opponent shows the slightest flaw, he will not hesitate to unleash the Demon God's Dharma Form and crush these three scourges of Qingquan Peak into mincemeat.

however.

The "protector" covered in mud didn't even lift his eyelids.

Mo Chengyue merely glanced at Ye Wushang indifferently.

There was no fear or anger in his eyes.

There was only a calmness, like looking at a dead person.

He even casually twirled the storage ring on his thumb—though it was completely empty except for two low-grade spirit stones.

But in Ye Wushang's eyes, this attitude became irrefutable proof of "being fearless"!

"Qingquan Peak is handling matters."

Mo Chengyue finally spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable chill.

"Junior Brother is at a critical stage of comprehending Nirvana, and his temper is not very good."

He took a step forward, and the soil beneath his feet sank slightly.

"Within a radius of ten miles, kill anyone nearby."

hum!

Just as those words were spoken, a wisp of annihilating sword intent lingered in the air and silently sliced ​​a boulder in front of Ye Wushang in two.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

Ye Wushang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His foot, which had been about to step out, froze in mid-air, unable to land no matter what he did.

Is this the sword intent of annihilation?

Is the aftershock alone so powerful?

What if the boy sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up...?

Ye Wushang felt a chill run down his spine.

Not only him, but even the cultivators watching from the shadows around him gasped in shock.

"Who is this clay figure? Such an arrogant tone!"

"They dare to speak like that to the Holy Son? The people of Qingquan Peak are truly insane!"

"Could that pervert Xie Buci be hiding nearby?"

The entire room fell silent.

A storm of imagination called "Dihua" is sweeping wildly through everyone's minds.

Mo Chengyue remained expressionless, but his back was actually soaked with cold sweat.

Hold on!

The more these people imagine, the safer he will be!

however.

What you fear most is what happens.

At this critical moment, a sharp shout filled with resentment and murderous intent exploded like thunder.

"Playing tricks!"

"You fat bastard, peel off that layer of mud off you and you're ready to die!!"

call out--!

A red ribbon, like a bloodthirsty venomous snake, carrying boundless fury, hurtled straight toward Mo Chengyue's face.

Saintess, Lin Miaoyin!

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and her once captivating phoenix eyes were now bloodshot.

She recognized those eyes at a glance!

Those eyes that had seen her at her most wretched in the ditch, and those eyes that had stared at her with that lewd look!

"It's over!"

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

Why isn't this crazy woman playing by the rules?!

Ye Wushang and the others were also taken aback.

What's going on?

Fatty?

Could this clay figure not be a master from Clear Spring Peak, but rather...?

Seeing that the "superior person filter" he had painstakingly created was about to shatter, Mo Chengyue's mind raced, but he subconsciously muttered a complaint to the Holy Maiden Lin Miaoyin:

Why do you keep harping on the word "fat"?

As he spoke, he awkwardly dodged the strangulation attack from the red ribbon.

"I clearly explained it to you."

"I'm not fat, I'm just wearing thick armor!"

"If you really want to know my name, I'll tell you frankly—"

Mo Chengyue swayed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, actually charging towards the enraged Lin Miaoyin.

"I will not change my name or surname, and I will not be pushed away!"

Can't refuse?

What kind of weird name is that?

Everyone was stunned.

Even Qin Wanzhuang, the second senior sister who barely opened her eyes, looked at her junior brother's back with an expression as if he were an idiot.

Lin Miaoyin didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all.

All she wants now is to kill her to silence her!

"Go to hell!"

The red ribbon in her hand transformed into a rain of blood, sealing off all of Mo Chengyue's escape routes.

If it were the Holy Maiden at her peak, this move would have been enough to slice Mo Chengyue into sashimi.

But a pity.

The chaotic battle just now had already exhausted ninety percent of her spiritual power.

She's all bark and no bite right now!

"Chance!"

Mo Chengyue's thieving eyes lit up instantly.

He precisely caught that one flaw amidst the crimson shadows.

Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique - Heavenly Gang Dragon Stride!

He was like a slippery eel, squeezing through the gaps in the red silk.

Close-fitting!

Lin Miaoyin was shocked and was about to change her move when she felt a rough, large hand grab her wrist with lightning speed.

Followed by.

An extremely domineering and intensely hot aura, yet carrying a strange and captivating force, surged violently into her body through her pulse points!

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic – Reversing Heaven and Earth!

At this moment, the pure yang energy within Mo Chengyue's body was operating at full power.

For Lin Miaoyin, who was practicing seductive arts and whose mind was in great turmoil at the moment.

This aura is more deadly than the most potent poison!