I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The man in a pure white robe with fluttering skirts looked like an immortal descending into the mortal world.

He raised his eyes slightly, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyes were filled with stars.

His eyes seemed to be smiling and doting, falling quietly on the girl below who was carrying the sword box.

The next moment, he gently twitched the corners of his lips and spoke slowly:

"Xiao Ruoruan, you only activated the scroll now. Third father is a little sad."

"..."

Ning Ruan has a dull face.

Can you still speak?

Doesn’t it look like it’s preset?

"Xiao Ruoruan, this painting contains a part of my consciousness."

"..."

How can this kind of operation be possible?

Ning Ruan didn't realize it, and immediately called out obediently, "Good morning, Third Dad."

"Well, Third Dad is very good, but..." The man's calm eyes glanced at Xi Zhou. "Little Ruanruan doesn't look well?"

"Pretend to be a ghost, fellow Taoists, let's take action together!"

The green-robed monk from Tianhua Sect spoke in a deep voice.

The other seven twelve realms also had the same idea as him.

No matter how much it looks like a fairy in a painting, it definitely cannot be a fairy.

Whether it's a person or something else, even if it's the Thirteenth Realm, how can it turn the world upside down when so many of them join forces?

The sword cultivator of the twelfth realm shouted softly and took the lead in taking action.

The long sword in his hand pointed at the man in white in front of him.

"go to hell!"

The next moment, the sword's power was like a burning flame, hot and wild.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, as if cutting through the air. Those with a lower level in the Western Zhou Dynasty could even hear the screams caused by the sword energy.

Following him, other monks also took action.

In mid-air, the energy bursting out from various elements almost made it impossible for people to look down.

Water arrows filled the sky.

Countless soil spikes sprouted from the ground.

In all directions to the west, there were vines spreading out, instantly covering most of the sky in Liang City.

"Good boy, if they fight without any scruples, shouldn't the city defense formation be unable to hold up, right?"

far away.

Only the Lord of Liang City, who had cultivated in the eleventh realm, was trembling.

The leader of the law enforcement team swallowed hard and said happily:

"City Lord, have you forgotten? Three days ago, Miss Ning sent someone to inform us of the approximate time of the battle.

Fortunately, the notice was early. Those mortals who cannot practice should have stayed away from Liangcheng at this moment. As for those low-level monks who were afraid of trouble, they left long ago. Those who stay now only want to watch the excitement or fish in troubled waters. One stroke. "

The Lord of Liangcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. If the city is destroyed, it can be rebuilt. But if the people are gone, it will really be gone. The little girl named Ning did a good job in this regard."

"It's indeed good." The leader of the law enforcement team nodded in agreement.

It's just that you trust people too much.

If you can even tell them the approximate battle time, aren't you afraid that they will tell other sects about it?

Just as the two of them were sighing.

In front.

The man in white, who was targeted by countless strong men, finally moved.

It's not accurate to say it's moving.

Because he just waved his sleeves and didn't even move his feet, he saw that the attacks all over the sky turned into nothingness in an instant.

It's like it never happened.

The whole world was eerily silent.

The man in white raised his hand again.

It's still that gentle and calm movement.

Elegant, coming out of the world, as if he were an immortal.

Can be used as an enemy.

Whether it was the big guys who had a chance to win or the disciples of the seventh and eighth realms under each sect... At this moment, they were all horrified to realize a terrible fact.

They...can't move! ! !

It’s not just that I can’t move.

Even the spiritual energy in his whole body seemed to be condensed.

His spiritual power and meridians were all out of order at this moment.

Everyone was frightened and looked at the man in white in front of them with great horror.

boom--

A figure exploded one after another.

But neither the blood mist nor the pieces of flesh fell.

Instead, they disappeared on the spot, just like the attacks they launched before.

"Fuck...fuck, that's Mo...Mo...Mo Jiang..."

Outside Zhen Gourmet Square.

The burly man Geng Er looked pale and stammered out a sentence.

"Third father, there is no need to be so cruel." Ning Ruan said hurriedly.

Everyone who was completely unable to move said: "!!!" Yes, yes, there is no need to be so cruel.

As long as the boss opens his mouth, they can withdraw immediately.

The grandson just came back to cause trouble!

The man in white turned back, his eyes slightly narrowed, "You can't kill Xiao Ruoruan even if you have murderous intentions?"

"No, Third Dad, you misunderstood. What I meant was..." Ning Ruan smiled, "They deserve to die, but the storage ring is innocent. This is mine and I have to get it back."

"!!!" You are shameless. When did the storage ring become yours?

Everyone wanted to scold him.

But I couldn't curse at all.

Don't dare to scold either.

The man in white was thoughtful, and finally looked at Ning Ruan with a distressed expression, "Little Ruanruan is suffering."

Ning Ruan: "???" How come she doesn't know when she suffered?

"Xiao Ruanruan pays so much attention to these things now. I really feel wronged to you." The distress in the eyes of the man in white didn't seem to be fake at all.

But this kind of heartache cannot be resonated with at all.

What are these things called?

There are eight twelve realms at the moment. Even if one of them has long been deprived of all his wealth, there are still seven.

Oh, no... I just blew up someone.

"..." Ning Ruan wanted to explain that she just wanted to disgust the other person.

But before he could speak.

The group of monks in the twelfth and eleventh realms fell from the air one after another like dumplings.

No breath at all.

And the rest of them all looked pale.

This feeling of not knowing when it will be your turn to die is really terrifying.

It's too weird.

They didn't even understand how the other party acted.

Why did so many people die suddenly?

Is he a human, a ghost, or... is he really an immortal?

"Senior Geng, please get moving and help me get the storage ring."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Ning Ruan turned around and shouted to a group of people outside Zhenxiang.

"..."

Geng Er, who was still shocked that his role was only limited to getting the storage ring, quickly realized what he was doing.

After greeting the Eleventh Realm of Western Names, even the three summoners couldn't wait to get on.

Mu Yiqiu and the little fat man naturally stayed together.

The scene was harmonious.

Because it's the next moment.

The group of monks who were lucky enough to escape with their lives suddenly realized that the solidified spiritual energy in their bodies was instantly drained.

Nothing left.

Even physical cultivation seemed to have been crippled, and he couldn't even muster any strength.

Don't talk about fighting.

It’s hard to protect yourself.

"You should be very lucky that you don't have murderous intentions towards my little Ruanruan, otherwise..."

The man in white did not continue to say the rest.

Even when he was threatening people, he still had a smile on his lips, and he looked so noble and noble, making people unable to resist at all.