For a moment, the sound of wind roar echoed in everyone's ears, as if a cool breeze was blowing on the ground.
The grassy and dusty ground suddenly surged like wind and clouds. In an instant, the soft wind became extremely strong, swirling the dust.
Ji Yinyin, half of his body immobilized and unable to move, exclaimed. Like a fallen leaf blown up by the wind, it became extremely light and erratic, being blown up by the traceable wind.
The monster that jumped down from the rafter was thrown into the air.
Everyone looked intently and saw a mecha puppet with an emerald gem on its forehead holding Ji Yinyin firmly in its arms and flying lightly into the air.
As if they were not affected by the gravity of heaven and earth, they were surrounded by a light wind field.
The monster that was defeated turned out to have a human face and a wolf body, with black and brown hair all over its body, and its forelimbs were claws full of wild power.
The hind limbs are a pair of thick and powerful human legs, resembling an animal but not an animal, and a human but not a human being.
It salivated, exuded a horrible fishy smell, and had a strong corrosive meaning.
Not long after, the ground beneath it melted and corroded, creating a deep crater.
Such a ferocious and terrifying appearance made Ji Yinyin's face turn pale and she was filled with fear.
Before the monster could stand up straight, another mecha boulder snatched out of Li Jiujiu's Qiankun bag fell with astonishing explosive power.
The earthy-yellow light gathered into a huge heavy shield and smashed down on the monster's head.
Compared to the mecha that rescued Ji Yinyin, which was mainly about speed and agility, this mecha was so powerful that it obviously focused on attack and strength, and its power was endless.
The shield was as heavy as a mountain, and before he could even reach his body, the rumbling force of falling from the sky had already crushed the monster to the point where it was unable to get up on all fours.
There was nowhere to escape. When the mecha puppet stepped onto the ground, the monster's head exploded, and sticky plasma spattered out, falling bit by bit on the mecha puppet's body.
Just when hope was igniting in everyone's hearts, they thought that Li Jiujiu would win a complete victory with the power of the mecha.
The thick blood splashing on the metal armor on the puppet made a sizzling sound, and it was like hot oil gradually spreading on the snow. In the blink of an eye, the thick armor was corroded with holes, and it overflowed into the armor. The bright yellow lines on the surface also dimmed and disappeared, and it looked just like ordinary armor.
Brown tung oil gushes out of those holes, which is shocking.
The blood clinging to the armor seemed to be alive, twisting like an earthworm and burrowing crazily into the puppet's body.
The furnace heart in front of the mecha's chest flickered continuously, and it was obvious that its spiritual power was extremely unstable. Then it collapsed uncontrollably until it was completely extinguished.
Although Li Jiujiu took action in time and eliminated the monster, it was obvious that she was not able to gain any advantage.
Two against one, one mecha was damaged.
Li Jiujiu's face was pale, and the two fingers he put into the Qiankun bag were trembling slightly.
She got these two mechas from Bailian, and they were different from Xianling City. Although she had Bailian's burial objects, under normal circumstances, she would not encounter too much danger or accident.
Just in case, Balian chose two of the best quality mecha puppets for her to defend herself from among a batch of mecha puppets that he and Fang Geyu had refined together in the mountains.
One is of wind attribute and the other is of earth attribute.
It has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and even when you are losing, you can use the wind-attributed mecha to evacuate in time.
But the current situation did not allow her to escape unscathed. All the fellow disciples and sisters who came with her were lying here.
What's more, Chi Wenyan has already targeted Ji Yinyin. If Li Jiujiu escapes, Ji Yinyin will most likely be the one to succeed Hui Wuniang's misfortune.
Chi Wenyan looked surprised at Li Jiujiu hiding the mecha puppet:
"I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you still have such a hand. Last night, you endured the unused mecha puppet and attacked me. You must be waiting for a suitable opportunity to capture me, right?
It seems that Miss Li Xianren is not completely brainless, but it is a pity that for cultivators like you who value friendship, it is really full of flaws and extremely easy to be manipulated. "
Chi Wenyan raised his hands and moved his fingers together, as if he were playing a piano string. Frequent visions appeared out of thin air, and the sound of monsters roaring filial piety suddenly came from all around the deserted house.
Countless deformed and twisted shadows swayed in the dim light, like monsters sleeping in the darkness crawling out of their lairs one after another.
Seeing this scene, the young monks were so frightened that they dared not breathe. Sweat beads rolled down their faces, and their faces were pale, as if they had fallen into a nightmare.
They really couldn't understand why a mortal like Chi Wenyan could have such means.
Chi Wenyan raised his head slightly, like a performer, with the corners of his lips raised. It was clear that he was about to commit a cruel and bloody act, but his brows and eyes were filled with a different kind of spirit.
"I originally had the ambition to fly high, but God left me with a humble and broken body. My heart was for the heavens, but fate made me as humble as dust!
Heaven and earth are unkind, the road is unfair, honor and disgrace are harsh, and now it is up to a humble mortal like me to control the fate of monks like you! "
Under the command of Chi Wenyanshi, the roars of monsters were like a tide, and they came from all directions.
Having seen the corrosive power of the smelly saliva of those monsters, the monks were horrified and turned pale. Their despair finally broke like a torrent, causing everyone to roar and cry.
Chi Wenyan still had an almost crazy smile on his face. He enjoyed the killing process very much.
In particular, killing these omnipotent monks who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth can give him a great sense of satisfaction and honor.
The man folded his arms and watched indifferently, without any sympathy, just watching everything quietly.
He even looked a little tired, feeling that Chi Wenyan talked too much and acted too procrastinated.
The man yawned as if he was bored and was about to close his eyes and take a nap when his hair on his forehead was suddenly ruffled by a wisp of breeze.
The breath of the breeze is extremely inconsistent with the surrounding atmosphere. It is as clear as the wind and pine trees, and as clear as the sun and the moon. However, there is a frightening sharp and simple sword hidden in the seemingly invisible wind. meaning.
He suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his gaze suddenly as sharp as a sword, and unknowingly, a drop of cold sweat slid down his temples.
The cold sword intent was refined like the moonlight, descending vertically from the night sky. It was extremely concise and cut out a perfect arc that blended with ancient beauty.
"ah!
! "
The blood suddenly appears!
Chi Wenyan's left arm was broken at the shoulder level. The crazy smile on his face turned into a look of horror. Severe pain shot straight to the top of his head, making his eyes turn white in pain.
The whole person cried and twitched and fell down, like a dying snake twisting and twitching on the ground, saliva rubbing from the corners of his mouth all over his face.
There is no trace of the high-spirited look just now.
Balian nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.
Yin Baishuang clicked her tongue and said nothing because she hated people from Taixuan Sect.
Ying Ji's eyebrows were calm, as if she was not interested in this change.
The man Hanji turned around and saw the woman in white who had been unconscious there quietly getting up at some point. Even the humanoid puppet guarding her had suffered some serious injuries.
The orange light in the mecha puppet's eyes dissipated and he fell softly, but the shining furnace heart in his chest had already fallen into the woman's hands.
As the woman slowly raised her head, her delicate hair flowed down her face like water, revealing a distant and distant face.
Under the light of the fire, the woman's amber eyes were clear and dustless, her skin was as white and as clear as porcelain, and even the bridge of her nose was as warm as jade.
But underneath this warmth, there was also an indescribable coldness. Her eyes were as if they were soaked in snow, cold and without warmth.
She raised her hands and stretched her arms casually and calmly, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, the black ancient sword that had been silent beside the campfire buzzed out of its sheath, standing emptyly in front of her.
The woman in white lowered her eyes and flicked the mirror-like sword with her fingers. The clear sound of the sword sounded like a gentle breeze, or like the Sanskrit sound of autumn rain over the vast glaciers.
The sound was very pleasant and refreshing to ordinary people's ears, but the monsters attacking from all sides screamed and retreated as if they were suddenly hit by arrows.
The powerful mecha puppet in Li Jiujiu's Qiankun bag could only die with one of the monsters.
As for this woman, she never held a sword in her hand. She just used the sound of her sword energy to force back a group of monsters.
Such a strong person should be called peerless.
The monks captured in the deserted house were only disciples of the younger generation from the second-rate immortal sect forces, and had never come into contact with people of this level.
For a moment, he was completely impressed by the sound of the sword.
In his heart, despair gave birth to ecstatic hope.
Seeing Chi Wenyan lying in a pool of blood, holding his shoulders and wailing desperately, everyone felt even more happy.
The man looked at the woman in white, his eyes narrowed, his eyes narrowed and he said, "Who do you honor?"
The woman in white sheathed her sword. The sword had been touched by Chi Wenyan first. She seemed to feel it was stained, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.
Without raising her eyelids, she replied coldly: "Tai Xuan Nine Classics, Wen Hanwei."
The man's eyes couldn't help but squint deeper, and his eyes looked dark and mysterious, although the expression on his face didn't change much.
But after hearing this title, the man's hand reached his waist and unconsciously grasped the weapon.
A smile slowly appeared on his face and he said: "It turns out to be Master Wen Jiu Jing."
When Chi Wenyan heard that it was the Nine Classics of Taixuan, he even forgot to cry for a moment, with a look of deep despair on his face.
Although he thinks he is higher than the sky and looks down on these high-ranking monks from aristocratic families, he also understands what the Nine Taixuan Sutras symbolize in this human world.
No matter how conceited he was, his ambition and courage were limited, and he could only dare to deal with second-rate young disciples like Shuangshu.
To him, a visit from the Nine Classics of Taixuan was tantamount to a visit from the God of Death.
He looked at Wen Hanwei's face as usual and murmured, "When did you start doubting me?"
Wen Hanwei cherishes words like gold: "In the beginning."
"At the beginning?" Chi Wenyan was deeply puzzled.
But Bai Lian understood the reason.
Wen Hanwei has cultivated a clear sword mind that is extremely pure in all dharmas. She can see people, nature, and only the true heart.
Although it is not an ordinary mind-reading skill, it can easily control the emotions of all things such as joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, greed, and so on.
Although she cannot know what the other person is thinking about writing, she can feel the other person's soul and emotional fluctuations with just one glance.
When she first saw Chi Wenyan, she must have seen a dirty, sticky, and dark soul.
Because it is so pure, so pure, so clear and so frosty, no trace of black color can escape her eyes.
Wen Hanwei didn't explain any more. She just looked at Chi Wenyan who fell on the ground and said matter-of-factly: "Are you ready to die?"
Chi Wenyan shook his head like crazy: "I don't want to die... I don't want to die!"
Wen Hanwei looked at Hui Wuniang, who looked miserable and had passed out, and the soup simmering in the hot pot.
A pair of amber eyes as clear as glass, with no other emotions, only purity and coolness.
"Before killing, humiliating, toying with, and torturing people unscrupulously, I didn't realize that I should die for it..."
It was rare for Wen Hanwei to say so many words at once, and the calmness in her raised eyes gave her a kind of indifferent beauty.
She was serious and serious: "This is something that is never allowed."
She expressed her views calmly and normally, but in Chi Wenyan's eyes, this undoubtedly became the most terrifying and cruel ruthless trial in the world.
A helpless and desperate whine erupted from his mouth, as if he didn't understand.
I just want to live, why should I be treated so cruelly?
But Wen Hanwei didn't listen. She pointed out a sword finger lightly, and the sword energy turned into a blade. She shaved off the skin of Chi Wenyan's thigh from the calf, and a long length hung on his ankle in white.
She drew the sword so fast that she cut off a whole strip of flesh without any blood spilling, and the cut noodles were as neat as paper.
It wasn't until the severe pain slowly took over Chi Wenyan's mind that countless blood beads oozed out from the cut leg meat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Chi Wenyan screamed so heartbreakingly that his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.
Wen Hanwei's clear black and white eyes were cold, yet extremely clean and clear.
She said seriously: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything too cruel..."
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and then thought about it seriously. Without any intimidation, she said in an extremely ordinary tone: "But it seems to be very simple to remove the bones and cut the meat."
After hearing this, Chi Wenyan almost came out of his body. He looked at Wen Hanwei's eyes in horror. Those eyes... clearly didn't seem to be looking at a person, but at a beast that was to be slaughtered as a matter of course.
"Sir...save me, please save me!"
Chi Wenyan rolled and crawled, trying to climb to the man's side to ask for help.
Wen Hanwei lowered her eyes, raised her index finger again, and a wisp of sword energy cleanly cut off Chi Wenyan's neck.
The atmosphere was clean and silent for a while.
She seemed to notice that everyone was looking at her, and her eyes seemed to say, Sir Jiu Jing, were you bragging just now?
Wen Hanwei's slightly raised fingers were retracted coldly, and she said calmly: "I said I'm not good at torturing people."
Only Balian, who was familiar with her temperament, knew that there was definitely some timidity in the movement of closing her fingers.
Judging from appearance alone, Wen Hanwei's temperament is similar to Su Jing's. They both look cold and cold, and are inaccessible.
But Su Jing was cold to the bone from the inside out, Wen Hanwei's coldness was only on the outside.
Only when you really get close to her world, you will find that under the appearance of such a cold porcelain doll, there is actually a soft soul.
She stays in the mountains all year round, is afraid of strangers, talks little, and does not talk to outsiders. She is autistic and afraid of outsiders.
This is why, among so many young disciples present, no one knows her, Wen Hanwei.
She rarely goes out once in a hundred years and meets strangers without knowing how to talk to them. Over time, people will have the subtle illusion that she is very cold.
