Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

One hundred thousand years ago.

Ning Jie took the mother and daughter towards Tianfeng City, and he did not let his guard down along the way.

Although he has now been promoted to the Dongming realm, he is confident in his own strength, but he also knows that Wu Jin's power should not be underestimated, especially in Tianfeng City, where the Wu clan must have many minions.

"My benefactor, Tianfeng City is ahead. Do we really want to go in?"

The mother looked at Ning Jie with some worry, her eyes full of fear.

"Don't worry, I'm here, but it's better to be cautious and observe the situation first." Ning Jie said solemnly.

After entering Tianfeng City, the city was in a state of depression. The once prosperous streets were now deserted, many shops were destroyed, and the people hid in their homes and dared not go out.

Occasionally, you can see a few people from the Wu Clan patrolling the streets. They have fierce eyes and the weapons hanging around their waists emit cold light.

Ning Jie brought the mother and daughter to an abandoned house. He asked them to wait there while he went out to investigate the situation.

He moved carefully through the city, covering the entire Tianfeng City with his powerful spiritual sense.

After a while, Ning Jie figured out the general situation.

Judging from their aura, the one with the highest cultivation among these people is at the Spirit Transformation Realm. As for Wu Jin, he is not here at all.

Returning to the abandoned house, Ning Jie said to the mother and daughter:

"I have roughly understood the situation. The one who killed the city lord should be the one in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Let's start with him."

The mother nodded and said, "My benefactor, I will do whatever you say."

The little girl Yaoguang also clenched her fists tightly: "Big brother, I believe you can avenge Daddy."

Ning Jie brought the mother and daughter to the City Lord's Mansion without any concealment.

At this moment, two Wu clan minions were chatting at the door.

"Have you heard? Lord Shuangdao Luosha has made great contributions recently, and Lord Wu Jin has rewarded him with many good things."

"Yeah, I'm really envious!"

Ning Jie suddenly appeared behind the two minions like a ghost, and his powerful aura instantly suppressed them, causing them to kneel on the ground.

"Tell me, where is the Twin Blade Rakshasa?"

Ning Jie asked coldly.

"You... who are you? We won't tell you."

One of the minions said this in a somewhat stubborn tone.

Ning Jie's eyes turned cold, and the man exploded into a ball of blood mist in an instant.

Seeing this, another person shouted:

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Lord Shuangdao Luosha is in the tavern in the west of the city. He drinks there every day! Please spare me..."

Before he could finish his words, he also exploded.

Ning Jie walked towards the west of the city without saying a word.

When he arrived near the tavern, he saw a burly man sitting at the door of the tavern with two long swords beside him. This man was the Twin-Blade Rakshasa.

The blades of the two knives shone like the silver moon, emitting a cold murderous intent. They were the Silver Moon Twin Knives. The Twin-Knife Rakshasa was holding a wine jug and pouring wine into his mouth, his eyes revealing ferocity and arrogance.

Ning Jie, holding the Dinghai Shenzhen Iron, slowly walked towards the Double-Blade Rakshasa.

This Dinghai Shenzhen was in Ning Jie's hand, emitting a faint halo, as if it sensed the upcoming battle.

The Dual Blade Rakshasa sensed Ning Jie's approach. He put down the wine pot, picked up the Silver Moon Dual Blades, stood up, and grinned:

"Who are you? How dare you act so presumptuously in front of me?"

His voice was like thunder, echoing in the quiet street.

"You don't need to know who I am, just know that I'm here to send you to death."

Ning Jie's tone was cold and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Haha, you are so arrogant! So you are here to die, then come on!"

The dual-blade Rakshasa brandished his dual swords and rushed towards Ning Jie.

The silver moon double swords flashed coldly in the sunlight, and instantly turned into two silver light shadows, slashing towards Ning Jie. The two light shadows were extremely fast, bringing with them a sharp wind sound, as if they were going to tear apart the surrounding air.

Ning Jie's eyes focused, and he flashed, easily avoiding the attack of the double-blade Rakshasa.

The Dinghaishenzhen iron danced in his hand, turning into a black barrier, blocking the subsequent attacks of the double-bladed Rakshasa. Every time they collided, there was a deafening sound and sparks flew everywhere.

When the double-blade Rakshasa saw that his attack missed, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

He roared and used his special skills.

The two silver moon swords were swung crosswise in the air, and silver blade rays shot towards Ning Jie like raindrops. These blade rays were densely packed, covering all the space around Ning Jie, like a huge silver net, trying to trap Ning Jie in it.

Ning Jie was not in a hurry, he used his magical power "Three-Part Bright Moon".

In an instant, three bright rays of light emanated from his body, and the light was as bright as the moon.

The light enveloped him, not only increasing his strength, but also making him faster. Holding the Dinghaishenzhen iron, he shuttled through the sword light like lightning. Every time he swung the Dinghaishenzhen iron, he could accurately disperse a sword light.

The Dual-Blade Rakshasa was greatly shocked when he saw this.

He didn't expect Ning Jie to be so powerful that he could easily dissolve his attack. He gritted his teeth and decided to use all his strength. He injected all the spiritual power in his body into the Silver Moon Twin Sabres, and the light of the Silver Moon Twin Sabres became more dazzling, and a faint spiritual power vortex even appeared around the blades.

He rushed towards Ning Jie again, and this time, his speed and strength were even greater than before.

The silver moon double swords slashed towards Ning Jie with the momentum of destroying the world. This strike seemed to split the entire tavern in half.

Ning Jie felt the power of the attack from the Twin Blades Rakshasa, but he didn't care at all.

He raised his spiritual power to the extreme, and the Dinghai Divine Needle Iron spun in his hand, forming a huge spiritual power storm. He faced the attack of the double-bladed Rakshasa and shouted: "Break!"

The Dinghai Shenzhen Iron and Yinyue double swords collided with each other, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

The powerful energy wave spread out from the two people. The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another under the impact of this energy wave, raising a cloud of dust. The tavern was razed to the ground, and huge cracks appeared on the surrounding ground.

In this fierce collision, Ning Jie gradually gained the upper hand with the powerful strength of the Dongming realm.

He saw the right moment, and swung the Dinghaishenzhen iron in his hand fiercely, and a powerful spiritual power impact attacked the double-blade Rakshasa. The double-blade Rakshasa was unable to dodge and was hit by the spiritual power impact. His body flew out like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground.

The double-bladed Rakshasa spat out blood, his eyes full of fear. He struggled to stand up, but his body refused to obey.

“Dongming Realm! Who… who are you?”

The dual-blade Rakshasa looked at Ning Jie in horror.

"The dead don't need to know."

After Ning Jie finished speaking, he walked towards the Dual-Blade Rakshasa.

He raised the Dinghai Shenzhen iron, and with one blow, the double-bladed Rakshasa turned into a bloody mist!

After Ning Jie dealt with the Twin-Blade Rakshasa, he returned to the abandoned house and told the mother and daughter the news.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, and their gratitude towards Ning Jie was even greater.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor!"

Ning Jie smiled slightly and said calmly:

"No need to thank me, you can go to Piao Miao Xian Zong now. Yao Guang, you must remember to practice well, maybe we will meet again."

Of course, Ning Jie knew that they would not see each other again until ten thousand years later.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

The battle between the Northern Snow Tribe and the Immortal Tribe has entered a white-hot stage.

Ice and snow flew across the battlefield, blood dyed the white snow red. The huge snow monsters of the Snow Tribe rampaged across the battlefield, while the warriors of the Immortal Tribe put up a tenacious resistance.

The goddess Mu Qingxue holds a divine bow and continuously shoots spiritual arrows. Each arrow can cause huge damage to the Snow Clan.

Leng Shuangzi, the leader of the Snow Clan, also personally joined the battle. He used powerful ice magic to engage in a fierce confrontation with the monks of the Immortal Clan. Shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing were intertwined, and the breath of death enveloped the entire battlefield.

Of course, there was no place in the entire Tianyan Continent that was not in the flames of war. Even the western region, which had always been stable and peaceful, began to experience great turmoil.

Under the leadership of their leader Ashura, the Shura sect began to move eastward like a black torrent.

The Shura Cult members were dressed in black armor, holding various weapons, with bloodthirsty eyes. Wherever they passed, there was a mess.

The ruler of the ancient country of Galan, Afafu, also led his entire army to attack and block the eastward advance of the Shura Cult.

The army of the ancient country of Galan is dressed in gorgeous armor, they are arranged in neat square formations, ready for battle. A new war is about to break out in the west of the continent, and the whole world will fall into turmoil.

The plan of world destruction is fully launched!