Each disciple is not simple

Just as Jun Moyao had once imagined, Mingjia and his sword were an insurmountable mountain.

The attacks came from all directions, and although they did not contain any spiritual power, they still appeared to be an encirclement.

Mingjia drew out the Langyue Sword with just a simple move, and like a small force moving a large object, he directly repelled the two enemies that were attacking him head-on.

However, the enemy weapons on both sides are already within sight!

It was like a stunning dance. With a mortal body, Mingjia was so light and agile that it was almost like a conditioned reflex. Mingjia's figure flashed and she successfully made the enemies on her side collide with each other!

The sounds of fighting rang out one after another, and sparks flew as short blades collided.

The ferocious beast, with its eyes fixed on the monks, did not act rashly. Its greedy eyes stared at Jiuyoutan not far away, as if it wanted to swallow the monks into its stomach.

The fragrance of the flower becomes stronger and stronger, and the outer petals gradually stretch out, revealing a charming posture.

The fragrance of the flowers seemed to make the monks lose their minds, and their attacks became more fanatical. They knew that Mingjia was trying to protect Jun Moyao behind him. However, protection meant having a weak spot.

Sure enough, gradually some monks began to show signs of risking their lives to break through, and Mingjia had to focus on defense.

Humans have always been cunning creatures.

No matter how powerful Mingjia was, he still inevitably started to get injured.

The red blood was like blooming flowers, blooming on Mingjia's dress.

She seemed to feel no pain, and her habitually nonchalant expression was somewhat bloody and indifferent. That was the persistence that belonged exclusively to sword cultivators, and was not afraid of death.

The more wounds she had on her body, the more monks fell around her.

Seeing Mingjia turned into a bloody man, the greedy beast finally moved!

It moved swiftly, pouncing towards Mingjia at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, with its bloody mouth pointed directly at her head.

The fishy smell enveloped Mingjia like a revelation. Mingjia did not dare to be careless, and the Langyue Sword followed her will, backhanding it upward and hitting the beast's jaw.

Along with the beast's angry roar, Mingjia also groaned in pain.

It turned out that when she was fighting off the ferocious beast, a cultivator attacked her directly and tore off a piece of flesh from Mingjia's shoulder with an iron claw!

Before she could catch her breath, the ferocious beast attacked her violently again. The other cultivators became even more crazy and cooperated with the ferocious beast to attack her together.

Under siege, do you think the beast is brave and resourceful, like a monk? Do you think the monk is brutal and cruel, like a beast?

Jun Moyao breathed in and out deeply, and her trachea made a hissing sound as if it was about to explode.

Jiuyoutan was right in front of her, and the sound of fighting was behind her.

The moment she leaned over, the Nine Netherworld blossomed with its unique fragrance, tempting everyone to go crazy and be fanatical about it.

"Ah! The flowers are blooming!"

"Stop her quickly! Jiuyoutan is mine!"

"Get lost! It's all because of you, you stinky woman!"

"Kill her! Take the Nine Netherworld!"

Jun Moyao held onto the Jiuyou Tan, forcing herself not to look back.

Her wish will soon come true! She will be able to repair her spiritual roots!

That smiling yet slightly lazy face suddenly appeared in my mind.

The owner of that face opened and closed his lips.

She said: 'Good disciple.'

Jun Moyao turned around suddenly, and the scene she saw made her eyes burst.

Mingjia was torn apart from behind by the ferocious beast. The frantic monks took all kinds of weapons, aimed at her vital points, and attacked her relentlessly, leaving no chance for her to survive.

The dark hair fluttered between the enemy and the beast, and the originally light-colored dress became dazzling red...

"Do not--"

She regretted it! She didn't want Mingjia to die——

The blinding white light enveloped her, and also restricted all her movements. She had pulled out the Nine Netherworld Tan without knowing when.

No matter how hideous and remorseful her face was, she would still be taken away by an unreasonable force in the next second.

In fact, in the end, she only saw the broken hair being blown by the wind and blown to a place where she could no longer hold it.

After steadying himself again, Jun Moyao stared blankly at his hands, as if he had lost his soul.

These hands were stained with blood in the previous life, but every drop was deserved by the evildoers.

In this life, in order to repair her spiritual roots, she actually killed an innocent person.

It was true that she had thought about using Mingjia, but she had never thought about killing her...

She could have taken advantage of the chaos to pick the Jiuyoutan like she did in her previous life. Even though she would have risked her life, the only person she would have gotten hurt by was herself.

But she is so selfish...

Jun Moyao was in extreme pain. The regret emanating from the depths of her heart almost completely engulfed her. She even almost forgot how painful it was when her spiritual root was broken. She only felt that her whole body was burning in flames.

"Little reptile, you have passed the test. Go find what you want within a quarter of an hour. Only one kind is available. I hope you can be quick. After all, my patience is limited."

The familiar remnant soul was still arrogant, and the Sky-Devouring Beast didn't even show up, but just transmitted its voice.

Jun Moyao slowly raised his head, and what he saw was a scene that was exactly the same as in his previous life.

The entire inheritance site is extremely large. Amidst the clouds and mist, boxes of different sizes are suspended in the air. These boxes also emit different glare, like a vast sea of ​​stars, gorgeous and dazzling.

Some boxes have exquisite totems, some have dazzling light, and some exude a compelling aura.

But there is no clue from the outside, and no one can directly tell what treasure is inside.

The mist is vast and numerous like the stars in the sky. If Jun Moyao looked through them one by one, it would probably take days and nights to find the Immortal Vine among so many boxes.

But Jun Moyao was a reborn person, so she naturally knew which box the Immortality Vine was in and where it was.

But she is confused now.

Is the Immortal Ivy, which holds Mingjia's life on its shoulders, a burden she can bear?

Time slipped away minute by minute, and Jun Moyao remained motionless.

Even the Sky Devouring Divine Beast found it interesting. It used a bit of its spiritual awareness to ask in a muffled voice, "Little reptile, the time is almost up, why aren't you looking for it? I always keep my word, don't expect me to buy you time."

"Your Majesty, can I change my wish for you?" Jun Moyao asked anxiously, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Human, you are too greedy." The Heaven Devouring Divine Beast had seen cultivators asking it this question before, and the changes they made were all for more precious spiritual treasures. "It's your honor to have survived nine deaths and come here."

Jun Moyao's face was pale.

Perhaps, she would rather be the one to die.

Then, she didn't want to ruin Mingjia's sincerity towards her, so she walked straight to the wooden box of Changshengteng and opened it without thinking.

But the next second, she was dumbfounded.

The wooden box was empty!