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

Breaking formations is also a compulsory course for practicing magic.

Although Qu Zhen was surprised, her hands moved in an orderly manner.

The frost array is not an obscure array that is difficult to understand.

But before she could move her hands, another magic circle was cast, and the spiritual energy seemed to be drained away at this moment.

The black light of the magic circle covered everything, making people outside the magic circle feel unspeakably suffocated.

So strong!

There were many Dharma practitioners among the disciples and elders present.

Anyone who can achieve this is definitely not an amateur with only a superficial understanding.

The first genius in the Southern Region...

Worthy of the name!

The leader of the Futu clan leaned back in his chair, leisurely observing the battle situation in front of him, his eyes full of mystery.

Dharma practice?

She knew very well what kind of a mess her daughter was.

Seize the body?

But it doesn’t matter. As long as you are strong enough, anyone can be her daughter.

Qu Zhen looked solemn, but still did not give up.

The magic array is constantly stacking...

It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation before, but... I've never seen it happen so quickly.

The duel between the two magic practitioners was colorful and magnificent.

It just lacks some sharp and tense collisions.

"enough!"

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded.

Then a cultivator with the power of incarnation forced intervention, and the magic arrays on both sides were extinguished.

"I admit defeat on behalf of Zhenzhen." The leader of Yuehua Sect stood up, put his hands behind his back, and spoke in a serious tone.

"father!"

Qu Zhen frowned and looked up at the Yuehua Sect Master.

"Zhenzhen, being a captain means you have to worry about so many things. What's so good about that?"

"There's no need to push yourself too hard for a tedious job." The Yuehua Sect Master personally took action, pulled Qu Zhen back, and whispered, "My dear daughter, Ning Xiyuan still has some strength left, so why bother to confront her head-on?"

"You've performed well today, so Dad will reward you with a beautiful dress."

"..."

Although the voice of Yuehua Sect Master was low, the cultivators had keen hearing and everyone present could hear it clearly.

Ning Jin stared at Qu Zhen's back, his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Ning Xiyuan glanced at Ning Jin, not understanding where this inexplicable disgust and hatred came from.

In the Yuehua Sect, there was also someone who snorted disdainfully and rolled his eyes.

It’s Qu Yingtian.

He just didn't understand why his father was so tolerant of his sister!

If it were him, and he lost to Ning Xiyuan, he would definitely be beaten half to death.

The screening results came out quickly.

The two people standing at the end made the hall a little silent.

Ning Jin.

Ning Xiyuan.

This result brought smiles to the faces of the people of Futu Sect.

The Yuehua Sect and the Bishui Sect were deathly quiet.

That's it again!

This was the case ten years ago, and ten years later, their new generation all lost to the Futu Sect.

"The results are out. Please choose your own captain." The Futu Sect leader's sharp nails scratched the corners of his lips. His voice was majestic, making everyone afraid.

The leader of Futu Sect, the only one in the entire Southern Region who is in the out-of-body stage.

Ning Jin smiled at Ning Xiyuan.

Indifferent and superior, the words "sure of victory" were almost written on his face.

Ning Xiyuan: "Senior sister, if you laugh for too long you will get old."

Ning Jin: "Junior sister, you have to be able to laugh too."

After just a few words of conversation between the two, the top disciples of the sect had already made their choice.

There was a long line behind Ning Jin.

And behind Ning Xiyuan there are only... a few people.

To be precise, there are only Lu Chaoyang and Qu Zhen.

"Junior sister, it takes five people to join the Four Directions Meeting, and you don't have enough..."

"Give up early."

Ning Jin seemed to have anticipated the current situation.

There was a sense of pride in her eyes as she looked at Ning Xiyuan.

A person who is likely to massacre an entire village and is full of evil...is certainly not welcome.

This week...

Helped a lot today.

Yes, many people would rather compete for the five places in Ning Jin's team than follow Ning Xiyuan.

Although Ning Xiyuan swore by his inner demon just now, this incident reminded them...

The young leader of the Futu Sect is indeed a tyrannical and difficult person to get along with. If you don't handle the relationship well... you might even lose your life.

The most important thing is that as a cultivator, your destiny is determined by heaven.

Heaven will not protect those who are extremely evil.

Once you are involved in innocent karma, it is likely that... everything will go wrong.

Ning Xiyuan glanced at the two people behind him, and his gaze lingered on Lu Chaoyang for a moment.

Lu Chaoyang?

How could I be on the same team with her at a time like this?

"Sister, according to the rules, the team competition will be held in ten days. Saying these words now..."

"It's too early."

Ning Xiyuan turned to face Ning Jin, his voice calm, without any panic.

There were only two people missing, and she already had the right person in mind.

The Southern Territory Alliance ended hastily.

Ten days later, they will gather at Wanren Mountain again and wait for the final result.

But given the current situation...

It’s a foregone conclusion that Ning Jin’s team will win, and the next thing is to see... who can make it into the top five of the team.

"I chose you because..."

Facing Ning Xiyuan's gaze, Lu Chaoyang couldn't find the right words for a long time.

Finally, he could only scratch his head and said, "Okay, I believe you didn't massacre the village."

If a fool who is not a sword practitioner can use the Nebula Sword Technique, it would be an insult to the way of the sword. He is performing the act of eating shit with bare hands!

The most important point is...

He didn't like Ning Jin, so he had to guess what she meant.

Useless brain.

Before Ning Xiyuan opened his mouth, Qu Zhen on the side had already spoken.

"I choose you..."

"Because you can't win."

Qu Zhen's voice was very soft, and seemed to contain some mockery.

Yes, you won't win.

All the geniuses in the Southern Region followed Ning Jin. Even if Ning Xiyuan was strong...how could he win? !

She turned her head and saw several sect leaders chatting with each other.

She caught sight of her father almost instantly.

win?

Who really expected her to win?

Ning Xiyuan followed Qu Zhen's gaze and let out a light sigh.

"Then you can..."

"You're on the wrong side of the line."

Qu Zhen has poor vision, there is no reason why we cannot win if we follow her.

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Demon Realm, Endless City.

The night lasts forever, and the dark purple soil is soaked in blood.

In the dull and solemn City Lord's Mansion, blood paved a bright road.

The main throne is made of ninety-nine and eighty-one black skulls.

But the young man sitting above was wearing white clothes, not stained by dust.

It's like a banished immortal, out of tune with the surrounding environment.

But everyone kneeling in the hall knew...this was the most cruel evil ghost.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, we are your subjects! We are willing to serve you at your service."

"Please spare my life, Your Highness!"

Seeing the young man step down from the throne, everyone followed suit and kowtowed.

The entire lower spiritual world is hunting down Yan Qian'an.

But it was their Endless City that was unlucky and was the first to be hit.

"Your voice...is terrible."

Yan Qian'an played with the dagger in his hand, cut off the man's jaw, and a cold shadow flashed by.

The man lost his tongue.

Blood spurted out, accompanied by screams, and splashed on the boy's white clothes.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! They are the ones who ordered this! I am loyal to you!"

The young man walked back, and the second man's face turned red, desperately begging for a way to survive.

"Your face—"

“It’s really thick.”

The cold tip of the knife was pressed against the second man’s face.

Yan Qian'an peeled off the entire face with great patience.

Endless City was occupied.

The City Lord's Mansion has completely turned into a hell on earth.

After killing all the damned people, the boy passed his slender fingers over the corners of his eyes, leaving red marks.

He turned to look at Yingyi: "Do you think... they look alike?"

Yan Qian'an raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled.

In the dim light, the blood looks like a teardrop mole, strange and gorgeous in the dark night.

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