Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"Then lend me something else."

"What is it? Tell me~"

"Your face."

As soon as he finished speaking...

A cold sword suddenly appeared in the right hand of the woman in the red veil.

With a flash of silver light, the wooden figure's head separated from its torso in the next instant.

Strangely, it was clearly just a wooden figure, yet a terrifying jet of blood gushed from its severed neck, instantly turning the entire stage crimson.

The surrounding music began to become increasingly eerie, even exhibiting a hint of ecstatic joy!

The woman in red gauze on the stage picked up the wooden figure's head, stroking it repeatedly with her right hand, and chuckled as she did so:

"This face is truly pleasing to a young man; it's rare that I'm interested in him..."

"Hehe...hehehe...hehehehe..."

Amidst the strange laughter.

The red curtain fell with a thud.

next moment.

The curtain was torn apart by terrifying demonic forces, revealing the scene behind it.

The booming thunder echoed in our ears, and the thunderous drums symbolized the arrival of madness.

Inside the bridal chamber, a woman wearing a red veil sat gracefully by the bed, while a wooden figure dressed as the groom sat beside her.

"Today is a joyous day for us both. After a satisfying meal, we may proceed to our bridal chamber."

The wooden figure swayed and walked up to the woman in the red veil, then lifted the veil.

The blood-stained wooden head of the effigy appeared from within the red veil, and the groom was so terrified that he stumbled backward countless steps, fell to the ground, and his voice became incredibly frightening.

"You...you...you're not Xiaoxun...you, why are you wearing a wedding dress?"

"My lord, you don't like it?"

"You...no, you're not Qing'er either...who are you? Who exactly are you?!"

The wooden figure was so frightened that its whole body creaked and groaned.

The bride slowly walked up to the groom, looked at her beloved, and, seeing her best friend's blood-stained face, suddenly began to laugh.

"Who am I? Who am I? I am your wife, I am your wife!"

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

The sword rises.

Blood splattered.

The booming drumbeats fell silent at this moment.

The band, which had been playing at its climax, suddenly stopped, and a deathly silence abruptly spread.

The wooden groom's head slowly rolled to one side, blood flowing onto the stage.

The bride sheathed her sword and slowly rose to her feet.

Despite having no facial features, the head was turned as if looking at Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang below the stage.

"Why...don't you laugh?" she asked.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang did not reply, but stared intently at the wooden figure dressed in a wedding gown.

"Why don't you laugh?" she asked again.

Without waiting for their reply.

The wooden figures playing musical instruments on both sides also stood up and asked at the same time, "Why aren't you laughing?"

Why don't you smile?

Why don't you smile?

Faced with the questions posed by these wooden figures.

Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui simultaneously drew out their magical artifacts.

The long sword pierced the air.

Frost Blade Slashes Through Shadows.

Two beams of cold light crossed in a cross shape, completely cleaving the entire stage into four sections!

The wooden bride on the stage shattered in the blink of an eye, oozing thick blood...

The severed stage gradually collapsed with a creaking, menacing sound.

Then, a woman, also dressed in a red wedding gown but without a red veil, was revealed, hiding behind the stage.

Countless silver spiritual threads were wrapped around her slender fingertips, clearly indicating that she was using these threads to manipulate the wooden puppets playing musical instruments, as well as the wooden puppets performing on stage...

The woman in red, whose face was covered in exaggerated makeup and exuded a chilling aura, gradually became tinged with murderous intent.

She stared intently at Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui, her voice, aged like that of a centenarian, emanating from her blood-red lips.

"Why...don't you laugh?"

"Is it that this farce doesn't suit your taste, or do you think the woman in this story... is crazy?"

Fan Luokui did not answer.

Jiang Shaoguang, however, stared at the woman in red wedding attire, as if he understood something, and then said, "I don't find this funny at all. As for the woman in that story, she was just a pitiful person."

"Poor thing...poor thing...hehe, hehehehe..."

The woman in red suddenly began to contort her face in a ferocious manner.

His eyes widened instantly, and he roared at Jiang Shaoguang with heart-wrenching fury:

"I'm not pitiful at all!"

A torrent of demonic energy surged forth from her body, and the woman in red stared intently at Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui.

"You destroyed my stage, you destroyed my actors..."

"Then you shall take their place and stay here to perform for all eternity!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman, who was the Demon Lord of the Demon Dynasty, flicked her right hand.

The wooden groom figure on the stage, which had been beheaded, suddenly trembled and then slowly stood up. Its supposedly decaying interior began to abruptly sprout demonic energy.

It's not just this wooden figure.

The other wooden figures that were playing musical instruments stood up, and a silver spiritual thread appeared at the back of their heads. Strands of demonic energy flowed into the bodies of these wooden figures along the spiritual thread.

In the blink of an eye.

A terrifying demonic aura, like the force of a ten-thousand-strong army, burst forth from the wooden figure.

The woman manipulating these wooden figures revealed a sinister smile.

"A man and a woman, who just happen to be the two main characters in my play..."

"Haha, hahahahaha..."

41. Lunch

Under the control of the spiritual energy threads, nearly a hundred wooden figures charged towards Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui in unison.

Under the influence of the demonic influence, these otherwise ordinary wooden figures have acquired abilities approaching the Void Transformation stage. Their speed is as fast as that of battle-hardened warriors, their movements fluid and without any stiffness.

Although it is essentially rotten wood, it possesses demonic energy and can withstand such high-speed operation.

Crunch, crunch—

The creaking wooden figures swiftly surrounded Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang. They had no blades or magical weapons in their hands, but instead used their bare bodies as weapons, and pounced on the two figures in the center.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang exchanged a glance, and then they turned to each other at the same time, back to back, exposing their most vulnerable side to each other.

Swords and knives murmured at the same moment.

The two have fought together for countless years, and countless dangers have occurred in this vast Far Eastern snowfield. The tacit understanding they have built up over the years is probably unmatched by anyone in the entire Cloud Sky Academy.

The Tai Chi Mystic Array condensed and gathered, and black and white rings emerged from the silver-white sword. Jiang Shaoguang silently put on his hood, covering his conspicuous golden hair. The black-robed swordsman who was once famous in the far eastern snowfield stood here with his sword.

Her cherry-like hair swayed gently in the wind, and the sharpness of the Frost Sunflower Blade beside her was reflected in her golden, dragon-eye-like pupils. Fan Luo Kui stepped forward with her left foot and gripped the hilt of the blade tightly with her right hand.

here.

More than a hundred demonic wooden figures leaped up and charged towards the two like ferocious beasts.

Just as the wooden figure, radiating dark demonic energy, was about to touch the two of them.

The sword rises.

The sound of a sword ringing out.

Fan Luokui drew her sword.

The flashes of blades swept through the pile of wooden dummies like a storm, the silver light almost transforming into beams of light that could be clearly seen, each beam constructed from nearly a hundred cuts made by the blades.

Several beams of light crisscrossed, forming a barrier of blade light in front of Fan Luokui, mercilessly piercing through the entire body of the demonic wooden figure.

Her cherry-red hair fluttered in the wind, while the cold wind also billowed the black robe behind the girl.

Sword shadows flashed.

Unlike Fan Luokui's lightning-fast sword strikes that unleashed countless blades in an instant, Jiang Shaoguang's sword was slow, so slow that even an ordinary person could clearly discern the trajectory of his strike.

But that seemingly ordinary horizontal swing made the space in front of him appear to be cut in two.

The upper half of the silver sword light turned pure white, while the lower half solidified into an unfathomable black.

Whether it's the pure white upper half or the extreme black lower half, any demonic wooden figure that comes into contact with this color will freeze in place in the blink of an eye, as if time has stood still.

Fan Luo Kui, who had unleashed countless sword strikes, and Jiang Shao Guang, who had only swung one sword strike, sheathed their magical weapons almost simultaneously.

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