Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The torches were swaying, and the face of the girl standing in front of the strange magic circle was a little unclear.

But that red teardrop mole is particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Like the blood splattering in the corners of the eyes when someone kills someone.

Dark and strange, but fascinating.

It is clearly stunningly beautiful, yet it makes people feel fearful and terrified.

Want to escape.

It's still raining.

The burning torch was quickly extinguished. Without moonlight, in the pitch-black night, blood mixed with rainwater flowed, mingled with the unspeakable fishy smell of the soil.

Monks can see at night.

The demons can do the same.

Yan Qianan frowned at the girl, as if he was in a bad mood.

Yes.

The strong smell of blood was like being soaked in a sea of ​​blood. He was so excited that he almost couldn't suppress his nature.

Ning Xiyuan must be very annoyed.

He subconsciously took out the handkerchief he had prepared long ago from his arms.

I realized belatedly that I seemed to be soaked in blood.

Yan Qian'an sighed lightly and took two steps back.

He didn't want Ning Xiyuan to turn around and look at him with displeasure and ask him to get out in public.

"rain!"

“It’s really raining!”

There was the first exclamation in the darkness, and soon there was the second!

It has been three years since Xuandu Kingdom has suffered from severe drought. They have not seen such heavy rain for three years!

At this moment, whether it was the members of the White Lotus Sect, the officers and soldiers who arrived later, or even the people from the Feilong Village who did not have time to escape completely.

They were surprised, delighted, and finally in disbelief.

Rainfall...

Is it that simple?

Shouldn't one bathe, burn incense, fast for three days, and then perform rituals to communicate with the gods? ?

Ning Xiyuan covered his nose, but that couldn't block out the disgusting smell.

The smile on his face became brighter, but his voice became colder: "How is it? The goddess is indeed stupid and incompetent."

"The White Lotus Sect is no more than that."

After that, everyone vaguely saw the girl's sword slashing across the ground in the darkness, and suddenly, the rain stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed and the moon's light once again shone on the earth.

Although the girl was caught in the rain, she did not look embarrassed.

The hair sticks to the side of the face, making it more bold and bright.

Everyone looked at it for a long time before they came to their senses.

What did the girl say just now?

explain...

Is the White Lotus Sect just this?

The White Lotus Sect is the state religion!

The leader of the White Lotus Sect is an existence that even Your Majesty has to be in awe of.

According to legend, the leader almost became an immortal, able to fly in the air, go to the sky and hide in the ground, and is omnipotent.

Can...

But when these words came out of the girl's mouth, there was no sense of incongruity at all.

She had just sent down a heavy rain right in front of them.

The officer and general's lips trembled. He looked at Ning Xiyuan and said nothing for a long time.

He was a little shaken.

This unexpected rainfall is clearly something that only gods can do!

Is it possible...

They met a living god!

There was even more shock in Yunchan's eyes, and after the shock, she felt embarrassed.

the most important is...

It really rained.

What she failed to do, what the White Lotus Sect could not do, was actually accomplished by others.

In such a light and intuitive way.

An unprecedented sense of crisis engulfed her, and she already had a bad premonition in her heart.

Yunchan wanted to reprimand her, she wanted to say that it was just a trifle and a sorcery.

But she couldn't say it.

The silence spread, but it brewed different emotions.

The silence was broken by several pagans who had been tied to a tree at the entrance of the village and crawled up from the ground.

"Black clothes, red rope..."

"It's the Dark Moon Cult! Are you the High Priest of the Dark Moon Cult!?"

As if they were suddenly awakened, several pagans just stood up, and in an instant they knelt down in front of Ning Xiyuan again.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

This was really unexpected.

Dark Moon Cult...

Dark Moon Cult?!

There were a few discussions among the crowd, and looking at Ning Xiyuan's eyes, in addition to awe, there was also fear.

[The Dark Moon Cult is a mysterious organization in Xuandu Country]

No one knows where their headquarters is.

[All we know is that they only wore black clothes, with red ropes tied around their right hands, and wherever they went, blood flowed like a river]

[It is the largest evil cult in Xuandu Country! ]

The system searches for information quickly.

If what he said wasn't clear enough, a document would be automatically generated and sent directly into Ning Xiyuan's mind.

In Xuandu, a country where divine power is supreme, cults are not something that everyone wants to fight against.

On the contrary, because of its mystery and strong strength, it is sought after by many people.

Ning Xiyuan looked at the introduction, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he wanted to smile awkwardly.

His eyes fell on the red string on his wrist, which was given to him by Yan Qian'an.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, blood was flowing like a river. The people were also killed by Yan Qi'an.

This person is quite lucky.

"High...High Priest!?"

The officer commander at the front no longer had his own mouth.

Dark Moon Cult...

Such a mysterious religion, and yet he actually saw a living high priest today!

"Bye...Bye to the high priest!"

The commander clasped his hands together and bowed again: "May the High Priest be blessed with great fortune and live as long as the Southern Mountains!"

So the hundreds of soldiers following him followed his example.

"Great fortune and blessings!"

"Live as long as the Southern Mountains!"

This time, the voices were uniform, loud, and inspiring.

"No...impossible..." Yun Chan tightly grasped her wet sleeves and murmured softly.

How could he be from the Dark Moon Cult?

She is obviously an ordinary girl...

Ning Xiyuan curled his lips: "Stand up."

Her voice was natural and casual, but everyone who stood up was secretly excited.

"You..." Yun Chan looked at Ning Xiyuan. She only said one word and then nothing else.

She is a goddess.

Represents the entire White Lotus Sect.

You must not make mistakes when speaking.

She wanted to question the identity of the girl in front of her, but she had no way to do so.

Normally, she could just sit there in a high position and reject the idea outright, saying that the man in front of her was just playing tricks.

But not now...

rainfall.

Something that even she couldn't do.

The other party did it easily!

Ning Xiyuan looked at Yun Chan who was hesitant to speak, and the Sword of Gods in his hand fell, piercing the body of the Feilong Village leader again.

There was a muffled sound.

Yun Chan's eyes suddenly widened, and she saw that the girl in front of her was still smiling, and she whispered, "The Goddess and the White Lotus Sect..."

“It’s really incompetent.”

"If there is no rain, even the rebels cannot be killed."

Ning Xiyuan took out the sachet that Shen Shiwei had given her before and calmed the restlessness in her heart.

Dark Moon Cult?

Such misunderstandings...are a good thing.

It seems I have to find an opportunity to visit the Dark Moon Cult.

"You are too presumptuous!" Yun Chan gritted her teeth and tried to make her voice sound majestic.

"Even if he is the high priest, being so unruly really disgraces the reputation of the Dark Moon Cult!"

Ning Xiyuan laughed: "Reputation?"

"We in the cult have never had any rules."

"There are even more unruly ones, would you like to see it, goddess?"

She said, taking two steps forward.

After a while, he added an interjection.

"Wanna see?"

"Ok?"

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I was so sleepy last night that I fell asleep sitting on the chair

Never mind, no repair...