The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

The Grandmother sneered, "What success? This is just the beginning. The real demon armor needs to be tempered thousands of times before it can be indestructible. Keep practicing."

"I will continue to work hard."

Meng Wan took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and circulated the demonic energy in her body again.

Demonic energy surged out, hot as lava, and flowed precisely to her hands under her guidance.

The burning sensation came again, but her heart was calm.

Meng Wan could clearly feel the demonic energy moving through her skin, flesh, and bones, like a carving knife in the hands of a sculptor, carefully polishing every inch of her texture.

After just a few months, the strength of her hands reached a new level, her skin had a faint bloody luster and was as tough as steel.

In the following days, Meng Wan was like an ascetic monk, exercising every part of her body day after day.

When her feet touched the ground, she could feel the solid connection with the earth.

The legs exert force, as if containing endless power, and can leap thousands of miles.

After each part was hammered, she could feel a significant improvement in the strength of her body. This sense of power made her intoxicated and made her more determined to continue.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, and Meng Wan's feet, legs, head and neck have all been trained.

When the last trace of blood and qi flowed to her neck and connected with her head, she felt a slight tremor, and the connections between various parts of her body became tighter.

The black halo flowing on the surface of Meng Wan's skin became more and more solid.

Three years of hard work will lead to success.

Meng Wan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and the demonic energy around her was restrained. The black halo on her body also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

She clenched her fists, and there was a slight popping sound between her knuckles, which was proof that her physical strength had reached its peak.

But at this moment, Meng Wan's badge suddenly vibrated.

She picked up the badge, glanced at it, and couldn't help frowning.

"What happened?"

The voice of the Grandmother Ancestor sounded.

"Shuntian Palace is about to open, and the elite children of each family must go in... Wu Zhiwei must go too."

"In that case, you can come with me. There happens to be something I need in this secret realm, so go and get it for me."

"Yes, Grandmother."

After Meng Wan agreed, she hurriedly left the execution ground and returned to Wu Zhiwei's yard.

On the day when Shuntian Palace was opened, Meng Wan followed Wu Zhiwei to the square, only to see a huge vortex suspended in the air, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

"Is this the entrance to Shuntian Palace?"

Meng Wan was secretly shocked.

"That's right." Grandma urged, "Let's go, hurry in."

The two of them stepped into the whirlpool together, and after a dizzying spin, they appeared in an unfamiliar forest.

The towering ancient trees block out the sun, and the air is filled with rich spiritual energy, which is refreshing.

Wu Zhiwei took the lead and walked deeper into the forest, and Meng Wan followed closely behind, always alert to the surrounding environment.

Not long after walking, a group of people appeared in front.

The leader was a young man in a brocade robe, who was Wang Chan.

He was followed by a pretty girl, his sister Wang Yan.

In addition, there were four monks with powerful auras surrounding the two of them, who were obviously their guards.

When Wang Chan saw Wu Zhiwei, his eyes lit up and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Zhiwei, what a coincidence to meet you here."

Wang Chan had a gentle smile on his face and approached Wu Zhiwei step by step with a frivolous tone.

"How about it? Have you considered it? Do you want to marry into my Wang family and become my wife, Wang Chan?"

Wu Zhiwei said coldly, "Dream on."

Wang Chan was not angry, and still had that hypocritical smile on his face.

"Fairy Wu, I've said it before, you'll be mine sooner or later. Now in this secret realm, if you and I become a Taoist couple, wouldn't that be a wonderful story?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Wu Zhiwei's face.

Wu Zhiwei snorted coldly, raised her hand and swung out a spell, almost hitting Wang Chan in the face.

Wang Chan was frustrated and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

He put away his hypocritical smile, and his tone became cold, "If you don't accept my toast, then I'll have to drink the wine for punishment. Well, since you are so stubborn, I will have to use force."

Wang Yan understood what he meant. She giggled and suddenly a long red whip appeared in her hand. The whip flashed with cold light and she lashed at Wu Zhiwei fiercely.

The long whip cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and went straight to Wu Zhiwei's face.

Wu Zhiwei reacted quickly, and a green sword appeared in her hand, the sword emitting a cool chill.

She shook her wrist slightly, and with a flash of sword light, she blocked the long whip.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed in the forest.

Seeing this, Wang Chan no longer concealed himself. A golden long sword appeared in his hand, with lightning flashing faintly on the blade.

He shouted loudly and swung his knife towards Wu Zhiwei.

For a moment, the three men were engaged in a battle, with swords flashing, whips clashing and more.

Although the Wang Chan siblings are only in the late Nascent Soul stage, their strength far exceeds that of the cultivators of the same level thanks to the magic weapons and skills bestowed by their family.

Wu Zhiwei was also in the late Nascent Soul stage, but because she was a puppet, her strength declined and she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Wang Chan became more and more proud as the fight went on, with a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Fairy Wu, your strength is just like this! If you obey me obediently, you can suffer less physical pain!"

Wu Zhiwei gritted her teeth and fought hard, but she was no match for the brother and sister.

Just then, a cold snort sounded.

A figure rushed into the battle circle like lightning and stood in front of Wu Zhiwei.

It was Meng Wan who had just dealt with the four followers not far away.

She clenched her fists, demonic energy surged, and a faint black sheen appeared on her arms.

"boom!"

Meng Wan threw a punch, which collided with Wang Chan's golden sword.

After a loud bang, Wang Chan was knocked back several steps and his palms felt numb.

"It's you?"

Wang Chan looked at Meng Wan in surprise and doubt, his face changed drastically. He never thought that a servant beside Wu Zhiwei could repel him so easily.

Taking advantage of Wang Chan's surprise, Meng Wan flashed and attacked Wang Chan and his sister again.

Wang Yan's long whip came towards her like a poisonous snake. Meng Wan did not dodge and let the whip wrap around her arm.

The black light on her arm flashed, and the long whip broke into pieces!

Wang Yan's face changed drastically and she exclaimed, "What is this?!"

Meng Wan ignored her and continued to attack Wang Chan.

The fist shadows were heavy and poured down like heavy rain.

Wang Chan was defeated step by step and was terrified.

The physical strength of this servant is so terrifying!

"Damn it!"

Wang Chan roared angrily, and golden light shone brightly on his body.

The golden sword in his hand also shone brightly, transforming into a huge golden blade light, slashing towards Meng Wan.

Meng Wan did not dodge or evade. Demonic energy surged on his body and a layer of black armor emerged.

"boom!"

The blade chopped on the armor, making a deafening sound.

The blade light dissipated, and Meng Wan was unharmed!