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The fierce fist mixed with demonic energy hit Yan Wenmo without hesitation, who had no power to fight back, and sent her body flying three feet away.

The pain of broken bones and shattered internal organs made her frown, and then she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, the beeping sound of the system notifications gave her a headache. She breathed heavily and thought it would be nice to be free from this.

[Host, why don't you listen again! Didn't I tell you to run after saving people? Why didn't you listen? Now you've been beaten up like this by the Demon Lord, and you have no spiritual power or spells left. You'll be...]

At this point, perhaps because it felt unlucky, the system did not continue to mutter. Instead, it sighed and silently healed her wounds.

"Fight back?! Why aren't you fighting back?! Weren't you very capable just now?! Weren't you killing everyone just now?! Why aren't you fighting now? Are you admitting defeat?! Or are you up to something else?"

With a face full of malice, the Demon Lord stood in front of Yan Wenmo, looking at Yan Wenmo lying on the ground gasping for breath like a dead dog, sneered, and said:

"Do you know how many plans I made, how much effort I put in, and how much energy I spent to train so many loyal and powerful subordinates in order to kill him?!"

Having said that, the Demon Lord seemed to want to vent all the rage burning in his chest, and he gnashed his teeth and yelled at Yan Wenmo, almost screaming:

“But you…you, who are protected by me, actually dared to let him go and kill them. Yan Shisan, do you really think that I won’t kill you?!”

The murderous intent and anger in his tone were almost tangible, and he was obviously mad with rage. He raised his leg heavily and stepped hard on Yan Wenmo's waist and abdomen.

As he moved, in an instant, his spine seemed unable to withstand the huge force and broke with a "crack".

The sudden severe pain and the sudden loss of sensation in her legs made Yan Wenmo bite her lips subconsciously. Veins bulged on her hands as she tightly gripped the dirt under her hands, allowing the Demon Lord to use her as a tool to vent his anger and beat her at will.

Everything has a price. Since she dares to do it, she dares to bear the price.

Today is her chance to kill the most Demon Transformation cultivators at one time. If she doesn't seize it, she will have to look for them one by one in the future.

She was like a crazy gambler, using all her chips to exchange for the opportunity to win the greatest benefit she could. Without these cultivators in the Demon Transformation Stage, if only the Demon Lord was left, it would be easier to deal with him even if she was reborn.

Even as she thought this, the pain in her body still made her eyes go dark. She breathed hard and thought, if I had known earlier, I would have enabled the system to block the pain. It really hurts, it hurts so much, mother, it really hurts.

In a trance, Yan Wenmo seemed to see Mother Yan looking at her with worry and distress. She couldn't help but smile, and then murmured:

"Mom, I really... miss you so much"

This outburst lasted for nearly half an hour before the Demon Lord gasped and looked at Yan Wenmo, who was lying motionless in front of him. He gritted his teeth, looking at the person who was lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose with anger and disgust. He wanted to leave, but he felt that letting her die here would be too easy for her.

So many of his loyal subordinates died because of her. Wouldn't it be too easy for her to let her go so easily and let her die so simply?

Thinking of this, he looked at the person in front of him who was like a dead dog. He raised his hand slightly, and the person floated in the air, motionless like a puppet.

The Demon Lord didn't mind, and used his magical powers to carry the unconscious man towards Chunshui City. Perhaps he walked too ostentatiously, so many passers-by pointed and whispered along the way.

Lai Fu had just returned home and had not yet opened his mouth when he saw Yan Wenmo, whose clothes were torn and whose body was dirty and bruised. He opened his mouth, but under the gaze of the Demon Lord, he hurriedly lowered his eyes, his whole body trembling slightly, as if he was afraid.

The Demon Lord casually threw the man into an empty space in a utility room, and then ordered with a cold face:

"Go get someone to get me some hot water?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lai Fu ran over to inform them in a panic. Maybe because he was frightened, his steps were unsteady and staggering.

Yan Wenmo was thrown to the ground, still motionless. The severe pain made her unconscious and unable to move. She lay on the cold floor. If it weren't for her weak breathing, she would have been mistaken for a dead body.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system tried its best to heal Yan Wenmo's almost shattered bones, and silently healed her severely injured internal organs. Time passed by, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

It exchanged for a series of pills without hesitation, refined all of them and sent them to Yan Wenmo like cramming him. At this moment, something strange happened in Yan Wenmo's bone marrow.

The system once said that there was a seal in Yan Wenmo's blood, a seal about her bloodline, and this seal was violently lifted because of her killing spree today.

The bone marrow greedily plundered the medicinal power of the elixir that the system had just exchanged, and like a machine that had received an emergency task, it frantically produced new blood.

In that new blood, there were ancient characters that the system was once familiar with, and those characters were shining with golden light, and even had a hint of divinity.

The system did not say much about this sudden change. Instead, it madly increased the energy of the concealed aura and even increased the speed of exchanging pills.

With the injection of fresh blood, Yan Wenmo's body, which was almost seriously injured, recovered instantly as if he had received some panacea.

Even her tendons, veins and body were being drastically transformed by this fresh blood.

At this moment, Yan Wenmo seemed like a pearl that had been covered in dust for a long time and was now revealed to the world again, and began to shine brightly.

To be honest, Yan Qingshuang's face was actually very beautiful, as beautiful as the most beautiful peony flower blooming in the garden. If not for this, Gu Hansheng would not have gone to so much trouble to marry her.

But now, her beauty has a hint of unattainable arrogance and untainted holiness.

It was as if she was a compassionate goddess looking down at all living beings from far away in the sky. Her face gave people a sense of distance, making people reluctant to desecrate her, yet also a sense of closeness, making people not afraid.

Yan Wenmo lay on the ground for a day and a night. It seemed that he realized that no one really cared about his life or death, and finally someone pushed the door open from outside.

Xiao Cui took a look at Yan Wenmo, who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and smelling bad. She was shocked at first, then angry, and finally frightened and even pity.

She secretly had someone bring hot water, and took great pains to help the man up. However, as soon as she began to move, her eyes went dark and she fainted.

The person who appeared in the room was Jiang Wenbai, who had changed his appearance to conceal his fate star and even his aura. That day, he let a puppet pretend to be himself and go to see the Demon Lord, while he disguised himself as the Demon Lord's subordinate and watched the battle from afar.

He didn't expect Yan Wenmo to come to rescue him, nor did he expect her to be so strong, and he didn't expect the Demon Lord to attack Yan Wenmo.

He watched helplessly as the Demon Lord tortured Yan Wenmo miserably, but he could not do anything, because once he did, all of Yan Wenmo's efforts and his efforts would be in vain.

But... how can I not feel distressed? ! You had just entered the Haotian Sect and couldn't even sew clothes. You frowned and cried out in pain when you were pricked by a needle. How could you bear the pain and beating that even the Yuanying stage cultivators couldn't bear?

Thirteen... Do you really have to make me feel guilty to death before you give up?

He silently put the person into the bathtub. Although there are differences between men and women, Jiang Wenbai couldn't care less now.

He carefully undid Yan Wenmo's extremely dirty clothes. The more he looked at them, the more frightened he felt, and the more distressed he felt.

(The system deliberately created an illusion to prevent others from noticing the clues, making others think that Yan Wenmo was still on the verge of death and was seriously injured, but in fact he was almost recovered)

Yan Shisan, who worked as a handyman in the Haotian Sect and had only suffered from Ouyang Xian's bullying, seemed to have really tasted the physical suffering that life had given her.