Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

"What's this!"

The Snow Clan soldiers looked up in astonishment, and saw a huge red Vermillion Bird flapping its wings and flying out from the Immortal Clan’s sacred mountain.

Suzaku's whole body was burning with raging flames, and the flames seemed to set the sky on fire. Wherever it went, the ice and snow melted quickly, and a large amount of water vapor rose up. The battlefield was instantly shrouded in white fog.

Suzaku swooped down towards the Snow Clan camp, and a torrent of flames as raging as a river gushed out of its mouth.

Wherever the flames passed, the Snow Clan warriors were instantly devoured. Before they could even utter a scream, their bodies turned to ashes in the high temperature.

At this moment, the air instantly warmed up!

Leng Shuangzi's magic was broken by itself, and the huge backlash made him spit out blood.

Just for a moment.

The Snow Clan's defenses collapsed under Suzaku's attack, just like a fragile sand sculpture vulnerable to the waves.

Seeing this, Leng Shuangzi's face changed drastically. He tried to cast stronger ice and snow spells to resist, but everything seemed in vain in front of Zhuque's power that seemed to come from an ancient god.

Zhuque continued to rush towards Leng Shuangzi, its huge claws gleaming with metallic luster in the sunlight, carrying the power to destroy the world.

Leng Shuangzi tried his best to cast a defensive spell, and a thick ice shield quickly formed in front of him. There were complex and mysterious runes flashing on the ice shield, and those runes emitted a faint blue light.

however.

Suzaku swung out a claw with unrivaled momentum and hit the ice shield hard.

With a loud bang, the ice shield shattered in an instant like fragile glass. The powerful impact force knocked Leng Shuangzi away like a fallen leaf. He fell heavily to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth. He was seriously injured, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

The battle situation was reversed in an instant, and the Immortal Tribe won a great victory. The Immortal Tribe warriors on the battlefield were stunned at first, and then burst into deafening cheers.

They looked at the majestic and domineering Vermilion Bird in the sky, their eyes full of reverence and gratitude, as if they saw the god who saved the world.

"We are saved! It's Suzaku! It was Lord Suzaku who saved us!"

A young soldier shouted excitedly, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"That's right, the Snow Clan lost this time, and we won!"

The old soldier waved his weapon, his face filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

The reason why the immortals are immortal is all due to the contribution of the Vermilion Bird in ancient times, so the Vermilion Bird naturally became their patron saint.

Seeing Suzaku again at this moment, everyone's blood boiled. They knelt down before Suzaku, touching their foreheads with the cold snow, muttering to themselves, thanking it for saving their lives.

Their cheers and prayers intertwined and echoed across the battlefield, filled with worship for Suzaku.

At this time, the flames on Suzaku's body gradually became smaller, and with a flash of light, it turned into a woman in a fiery red gold-threaded dress.

Her skin was whiter than snow, as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, with a faint luster, as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Her eyebrows are like distant ink, slender and soft, as if they were carefully drawn with the most delicate brush, and the slightly upturned eyebrows have a bit of heroic spirit.

His eyes were like bright stars, deep and bright. Deep in those bright eyes, there seemed to be endless mysteries hidden, and every blink was like the twinkling of stars.

There was a Vermillion Bird mark in the middle of her forehead. The mark flickered with a faint light, like a burning flame, adding a sacred and inviolable temperament to her.

She is Si Luo, who has successfully achieved nirvana in the Fountain of Youth in the Sacred Mountain!

Si Luo landed lightly on the ground, her skirt fluttering like flames.

She looked around at the injured immortal warriors, her eyes full of concern.

When the soldiers saw Si Luo, the respect in their eyes grew even stronger.

"It's you, it's you who saved us!"

Li Yang, the Immortal Clan general, said excitedly.

Si Luo did not deny it, nodded slightly, and said:

"It's just a little effort."

She looked at Mu Qingxue who was being supported by her tribesmen not far away and walked over.

"How's your injury?"

Si Luo asked softly, his eyes full of worry.

Mu Qingxue shook her head slightly, and said while enduring the pain:

"Thank you for your concern, it's nothing serious."

Si Luo frowned slightly and said:

"You should heal your wounds first. By the way, what is the current situation in the world? Where is my senior brother Ning Jie?"

Mu Qingxue said solemnly.

"The world is in chaos right now, with all parties fighting each other and the smoke of war rising everywhere. Ning Jie... he is missing and there has been no news for a long time, as if he disappeared out of thin air. There are rumors that he went to the Shiwan Mountains, but there is no definite statement."

When Si Luo heard this, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. She bit her lip, knowing in her heart that the world was in chaos now, and Ning Jie would not sit idly by. His disappearance must have meant that he was involved in some major and dangerous incident.

She looked up into the distance, pondered for a moment, and said in a firm tone:

"I'm going to the Great Xia Imperial City to look for Senior Sister Xu Yourong. She might know something. I must find Senior Brother."

Mu Qingxue struggled to get up, her eyes full of determination, and said:

"I'll go with you. More people means more help. Besides, Ning Jie has saved our Immortal Clan before. We can't just sit there and do nothing."

……

In the distant and mysterious time and space one hundred thousand years ago.

Undercurrents were surging within the Witch Clan. Ning Jie stood in the darkness, looking deeply in the direction of the Eastern Human Imperial City.

In just a few months, he has become a helmsman of the Witch Clan, but he knows that if he wants to play a role in the subsequent wars, his current position is not high enough and he must become one of the four guardians!

And now, his goal is to get rid of one of the current four protectors - Liu Lian.

Ning Jie was like a ghost hiding in the darkness, spying on Liu Lian's every move for a long time.

After countless days and nights of patient waiting and secret investigation, he finally learned that Liu Lian was responsible for transporting a batch of supplies that were vital to the Wu clan.

This batch of materials is a treasure that the Wu clan's top leaders have high hopes for. It is related to the lifeline of the Wu clan's future development and its value is immeasurable.

"Then it will be easy!"

Ning Que raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sly smile.

a few days later.

One early morning, Ning Jie sneaked into the route that the transport team had to take like a ghost.

It was eerily quiet all around, with only his soft breathing echoing in the air.

He came to the water source, his eyes cold and determined, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, which contained the strange poison that he had spent a lot of effort to develop.

This poison is colorless and odorless, and as insidious as a devil's smile. Once it comes into contact with the human body, it will silently erode the poisoned person's spiritual power in a short period of time, just like countless ants gnawing at the foundation of spiritual power.

Moreover, it is difficult for the poisoned person to detect any abnormalities in the body. He will only realize the danger when his spiritual power gradually weakens, but by then it is often too late.

Under the effect of this poison, anyone in the Spiritual Transformation Realm will surely die!

When Liu Lian led the transport team to the scene, they were already extremely thirsty after the long journey.

They drank the water without any precautions, not realizing that the shadow of death was quietly approaching.

Ning Jie was hiding in the darkness not far away. His figure blended into the darkness. Only his eyes were shining like cold stars in the darkness.

He waited quietly, like a hunter waiting for his prey to step into a trap.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw a huge team at noon.

coming!