Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

In the secular world.

In the southwest of the Shiwan Mountains, the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring that was about to break, and as solemn as the lead-gray sky that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Everyone gathered around Saint Yaoguang like ants on a hot pan. Worry and deep doubt were written in everyone's eyes, and those gazes were intertwined on Saint Yaoguang as if they were real.

The face of Saint Yaoguang, which was originally as delicate and calm as a spring flower, was now severely distorted by the sudden headache, like a delicate flower struggling in a strong wind.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her smooth forehead like beads that had broken off a string, wetting her hair and clothes.

She held her head tightly with both hands, with such force that it seemed as if she was trying to pull herself out of this endless agony. Painful moans continued to come out of her mouth, and each one was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present hard, making everyone's heart involuntarily tighten, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

The beautiful face of the demon clan leader Kong Huanyi was now shrouded in solemnity, with her brows furrowed into the shape of a deep "川" character.

She stretched out her slender hands, and spiritual power flickered at her fingertips like bright stars.

The spiritual power was like a fine and soft silk thread, slowly injected into the body of Saint Yaoguang, along her meridians and blood vessels, and like a sensitive probe, it shuttled through every inch of skin and every internal organ, not missing any corner.

Her eyes were focused and deep, as if they could penetrate the body of Saint Yaoguang and reach the truth hidden behind the pain.

However, her spiritual power, which was originally able to see through everything, was now like a bird lost in the vast fog, hitting walls everywhere and gaining nothing. Every exploration was like a stone sinking into the sea, without bringing any valuable information, which made Kong Huanyi more and more uneasy.

The ancient ferocious beast Taotie also transformed into its true form and stood guard on the side. Its huge body exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, like a towering mountain from ancient times.

Its big copper bell-like eyes were fixed on Saint Yaoguang, with a mysterious light flashing in its eyes. That was its unique perception ability at work.

It opened its bloody mouth, and an invisible force gushed out of its mouth, enveloping Saint Yaoguang, trying to find abnormalities from another angle. However, even a powerful being like Taotie shook its huge head helplessly after a careful inspection, and the result was the same.

Other people around were pacing anxiously, their footsteps messy and hurried, making a flustered sound on the ground.

Or they talked in low voices, their voices full of anxiety and helplessness, and every word revealed the helplessness in the face of this inexplicable situation.

Just as everyone fell into the abyss of despair and seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness, Saint Yaoguang's heart-wrenching headache gradually receded like the tide.

She slowly opened her eyes that were as bright as stars. The fear in her eyes had not yet completely dissipated, like a frightened deer.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just been pulled back from the brink of drowning.

Upon seeing this, everyone rushed forward, their eyes full of concern and anxiety, eager to know what had happened.

Saint Yaoguang seemed to have awakened from an extremely real and terrifying nightmare. Her body was still shaking slightly, like a leaf in the cold wind.

Her eyes were full of shock, a kind of disbelief at what she had just experienced, and a deep fear of the unknown.

"Master... Ning Jie is not dead!"

Saint Yaoguang suddenly shouted loudly, her voice echoing in the silent and somewhat depressing air like a thunderclap, stunning everyone, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with confusion and disbelief, as if they had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. The news was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering their original cognition.

"He just traveled through time to the ancient times!"

The voice of Saint Yaoguang sounded again, and every word was clearly heard by everyone, yet it made them feel so unreal, as if they were in a bizarre dream.

When everyone heard this, the expressions on their faces became more varied, with astonishment, doubt, confusion, and all kinds of emotions intertwined together.

They looked at each other, their eyes conveying confusion to each other. For a moment, they didn't know how to react. The whole scene fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of everyone's slightly rapid breathing due to shock echoing in the air.

"What did you say? How is this possible?"

Kong Huanyi was the first to break the silence. She widened her autumn-water-like eyes, and the astonishment in her eyes overflowed like a surging tide.

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner unrest. As the leader of the demon race, she was knowledgeable and experienced, but at the moment she was a little overwhelmed by the sudden news.

Saint Yaoguang took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart which was beating like a horse running wildly.

She clenched her hands into fists, as if drawing strength from the action, and then said:

"For some reason, a memory from an ancient time a hundred thousand years ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

In that memory, my mother and I were saved by Ning Jie. At that time, we encountered a catastrophic disaster in Tianfeng City. The whole city was shrouded in darkness, and enemies were chasing us everywhere.

Ning Jie was like a ray of light shining into our dark world. He led me to avoid those devil-like pursuers. "

She paused, a look of reminiscence appeared in her eyes, and continued:

"He also killed the Twin Blade Rakshasa of Tianfeng City, who was an extremely terrifying enemy. The Twin Blade Rakshasa wielded his twin blades that shone like the silver moon, and every swing brought about a storm of death. But Ning Jie was not afraid. He held the Dinghai Divine Needle Iron in his hand and fought a thrilling battle with the Twin Blade Rakshasa.

During the battle, Ning Jie displayed his miraculous magical powers, shining brilliantly, and finally succeeded in killing the Dual Blade Rakshasa and avenged me. Later, he guided me to the Piaomiao Immortal Sect..."

When everyone heard this incredible news, they were so shocked that they were speechless.

They felt as if their worldview was completely overturned at this moment. This news was like a key that opened the door to an unknown world, and the world behind the door was full of mystery and chaos.

They realized that this matter was of great importance and must not be taken lightly. It might be a huge secret concerning the fate of the entire world.

"This... This matter is too bizarre. We must quickly go to the Great Xia Dynasty to consult the Taoist Alliance leader Chu Miaohan."

Kong Huanyi made a prompt decision, her beautiful face was now full of seriousness and determination.

She knew very well that Chu Miaohan was well-versed in history and had conducted in-depth research on all kinds of strange stories and ancient books in the world. Perhaps he could find the key clue in this tangled situation and solve this puzzling mystery.

So everyone set off in a hurry without any delay.

The figure of the mythical beast Sibu Xiang soared into the sky, and took everyone to the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty at the fastest speed.

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At the same time, on the northern battlefield, the battle between the Snow Tribe and the Immortal Tribe has entered a white-hot stage. The shadow of death is like a black curtain, heavily covering the entire battlefield.

Leng Shuangzi, the leader of the Snow Clan, stood in the center of the battlefield. He was wearing a white armor that seemed to blend into the world in the snow. It exuded an icy aura, making him look like a god born from ice and snow.

His hands were like dancing elves, waving in the air in mysterious tracks. He muttered something, and ancient and obscure spells came out of his mouth. Every syllable seemed to be summoning the power of ice and snow.

As he moved, the surrounding ground was quickly covered by a thick layer of ice, which spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a giant white python greedily devouring the earth.

Wherever the ice went, everything was frozen. Flowers, plants and trees instantly turned into crystal clear ice sculptures. Their original postures were permanently frozen, as if telling the story of this sudden disaster.

At the same time, the temperature dropped sharply, and every inch of air was like an icy blade, ruthlessly cutting into people's skin and bringing excruciating pain.

In just a moment, the temperature dropped by dozens of degrees, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became even colder and more cruel, as if one had instantly fallen from the earth into an ice cellar.

Under the attack of the severe cold, the bodies of the immortal warriors gradually became stiff and their movements became slow.

Their eyebrows and hair were covered with frost, which was like the tentacles of the devil, tightly clinging to their bodies, making them look like white-haired old men.

Their lips turned purple, their teeth chattered constantly, and their exhaled breath instantly condensed into white mist in the air.

Some soldiers lost their lives in the extreme cold. Their bodies were frozen into ice sculptures, but they maintained fighting postures, weapons still tightly clenched in their hands, their eyes filled with persistence in fighting and hatred for the enemy. They were like tragic monuments on the battlefield, witnessing the cruelty of this brutal battle.

The battle situation was extremely unfavorable to the Immortal Clan. Mu Qingxue, the goddess of the Immortal Clan, was extremely anxious. Her beautiful face turned red with anxiety.

She held a divine bow in her hand, which emitted a soft light, as if it was a ray of warmth in this cold world.

She continuously shot spiritual arrows at the Snow Clan. Each arrow contained her powerful spiritual power and streaked across the sky like a meteor, shooting towards the enemy.

However, in this cold environment, her spiritual energy was consumed faster, and each shot seemed a little laborious, like a tired dancer struggling to complete her last dance.

Just as Mu Qingxue was concentrating on dealing with the crisis in front of her, a cunning light flashed in Leng Shuangzi's eyes. That light was like a poisonous snake in the dark, insidious and deadly.

He seized the opportunity and took advantage of Mu Qingxue's unpreparedness to secretly gather spiritual power. His hands danced quickly in front of him, and the spiritual power gathered in his palms and turned into a sharp ice spear.

The ice spear was crystal clear and emitted a biting cold light, as if it was forged by the god of death himself, and contained powerful killing power.

Leng Shuangzi waved his hand violently, and the ice spear shot towards Mu Qingxue like lightning. It was so fast that only a faint white light and shadow was left in the air.

When Mu Qingxue realized the danger, it was too late to dodge.

The ice spear pierced her shoulder fiercely, and blood instantly stained her clothes red. The bright red color was particularly dazzling in the white snow. She groaned in pain, her body trembled slightly due to the pain, and the divine bow in her hand almost fell.

Seeing this, the surrounding Immortal Warriors cried out in surprise, their eyes filled with fear and anger. The sound echoed in the cold air, carrying endless grief and indignation.

At this critical moment, a clear and loud cry suddenly came from the sacred mountain of the Immortal Clan.

This sound was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing on the battlefield, as if there was a magical power that penetrated the cold air and made the surrounding ice and snow tremble. Then, a huge figure flew out from the sacred mountain. It was a huge red Vermillion Bird.

Its whole body was burning with flames that were as dazzling as the sun, instantly melting the surrounding ice and snow.

Suzaku spread its huge wings, and every flap brought up a surge of heat wave, which rolled towards the battlefield like an invisible wall.

It flew towards the battlefield, with a majestic light flashing in its eyes, as if it was a god descended to earth, bringing with it the power of judgment and redemption, and wanted to change this cruel situation of the war.

This sudden change stunned everyone on the battlefield. Both the Snow Clan and the Immortal Clan were attracted by the huge red Vermilion Bird. They stared at the Vermilion Bird with their hearts filled with surprise and expectation.

The moment she saw Suzaku appear, a smile broke out on Mu Qingxue's pale face.

Saved!