Several breaths suddenly arrived and quickly escaped to them along the stone path.

The four of them stood up at the same time and each used their own defensive measures.

There were also four people coming, two of which were very powerful, and they must be Mr. Songfeng and Yeshuang Demon Lord and his group.

Qin Xi winked at Mo Tiange and sent a message: "If you don't have it, run away."

Mo Tiange nodded. If Master Songfeng and Yeshuang Demon Lord are still hostile, then there will be still hope. The four of them join forces, and the Yuanhou Cultivator is not afraid. However, if Master Songfeng and Yeshuang Demon Lord are connected together, the two Yuanhou Cultivators will have no choice but to run away.

However, she felt that the former was very likely. Master Songfeng's personality would never share treasures with others. Yeshuang Demon Lord and his party already knew the existence of the warehouse here. Master Songfeng would not let them go. Now he ran away with his life, which is probably due to the situation.

After a change of thought in my mind, the person who came had already rushed through the stone gate. It was indeed Master Songfeng and Yeshuang Demon Lord.

As soon as he rushed in, he saw them, the Songfeng stopped and the dark clouds continued to surge.

Mo Tiange turned his head and saw Nie Wushang's pale face, clenched his fists and leaned against the wall.

She sighed in her heart, and she still underestimated the influence of Master Songfeng on Nie Wushang. She was almost the same as her neck was pulled.

"Bitch!" A cold voice came from the black clouds.

Nie Wushang's face turned pale again, and he clenched his teeth, looking at the Songfeng man in front of him.

"You are so brave!" Songfeng said this sentence word by word, with a murderous intent.

Mo Tiange stared at Nie Wushang. Whether she could withstand Master Songfeng's power was the last obstacle to her rebirth. No one could help with this level, so she could only rely on herself.

Nie Wushang bit his lip and breathed heavily. Over the years, she had been free and happy to escape from her master. She thought she was stronger than before. When facing her master, she was no longer the little apprentice who was trembling and timid and dared not breathe. Until now, she realized that she was wrong.

Master... When she heard his voice, she couldn't control her inner fear. This fear was deeply planted in her heart since she first saw him. Even if she was no longer the helpless child who had lost her mother, even if she became a Nascent Soul and became a top monk, she would still tremble when she saw him.

"Master..." She heard her dry voice. Until today, she still involuntarily called him Master.

"Bitch, come here to die!" Master Songfeng's hoarse voice was full of hatred.

Nie Wushang bit his lower lip tightly, almost bleeding.

Bitch... She remembered that when she was young, her master often looked at her and scolded her hatefully: Bitch!

She knew that the master was not scolding her, but her mother. But today, this word finally came to her.

Bitch...

She remembered the vague memories of the year she was three years old; she remembered the master took back to the cave and beaten and scolded day and night; she remembered that she was often thrown into the Yuan Demon Pool, and she was in pain...

Nie Wushang's eyes were blank for a while, and finally settled down.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and said slowly, "Master, I am not a bitch, nor is my mother."

Her voice was calm and calm, neither angry nor panic. Even though she called her master, she was plain, without respect or fear.

The black clouds suddenly stopped, and the black clouds suddenly dissipated like the wind, revealing the true appearance of the pine wind - a middle-aged man with dry skin on a skeleton.

Mo Tiange suddenly remembered his master's evaluation of Master Songfeng. No one is human, no ghost, no Tao, no demon, no demon, no demon, is simply a monster.

The Songfeng man in front of him was indeed like this. He said he was a human, but his facial features were not angry at all. He said he was a ghost, but he still had fluctuations.

He asked in a hoarse voice, word by word: "What did you say?"

"Master," Nie Wushang looked at him without any fear, "I said, I'm not a bitch, nor is my mother."

"You..." Master Songfeng took a step forward, stretched his skeleton-like hand forward, as if he was about to scratch Nie Wushang.

But with a light sound, an invisible sword energy circled in the air, piercing into the ground between them with a "puff" sound, cutting through the stone slabs.

Songfeng raised his black hole-like eyes and looked at Nie Wushang not far away.

Under his terrifying gaze, Jing Xingzhi raised the sword in his hand with a smile: "Sorry, I'm wrong."

At such a close distance, even a Qi-refining cultivator would not be able to make a mistake. A black light flashed in the eyes of the Songfeng people.

Jing Xingzhi was not afraid at all, as if he hadn't seen it, and he admired his flying sword on his own.

The dried eyes of the man from Songfeng moved in his eye sockets and said slowly: "It turns out they are you juniors."

Qin Xi smiled, as if he saw an old friend, and bowed: "After a long time, can Senior Songfeng be fine?"

Mo Tiange then greeted: "The last time I saw the style of my senior, I was in Tianmo Mountain. In a blink of an eye, it will take a hundred years."

"You..." Master Songfeng was a little absurd. If he remembered correctly, he had done something that would make them very disgusting. Although he didn't watch the things happen, with the arrangement at that time, there would be no surprises, why did they...

Master Songfeng looked at Qin Xi and suddenly smiled gloomyly: "Qin Shoujing, are you satisfied with the gift given to you by Tianmo Mountain?"

Hearing this sentence, Qin Xi and Mo Tiange looked at each other and smiled. Master Songfeng was testing them. It seemed that the incident was his proud work.

"Master," Nie Wushang interrupted, and she said lightly, "I forgot to tell you that something was destroyed by me."

Master Songfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at her steadily. After a long time, he shouted: "Bitch, die!"

The black clouds swept across and instantly came to Nie Wushang.

Nie Wushang raised his arm, and a ball of Yuan Demon's aura appeared in front of him, turning into the shape of a shield, and he suffered this blow.

"Puff!" A mouthful of black blood spurted out, and Nie Wushang fell to the ground.

But, surprisingly, Nie Wushang just wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up.

The attack just now, Songfeng took anger and did not stop at all. It was a 10% attack by the great cultivator of the Yuanhou. Logically speaking, a new Yuanying cultivator like Nie Wushang who had been inflicted for a few years could not bear it. Fortunately, there is the magic skill of the White Tiger Breath here to restrain Master Songfeng. Although his cultivation is profound and his actions are normal, his power is reduced. Nie Wushang is in the spiritual array, and his strength is not only unaffected, but the power of the attack is also blocked by the spiritual array. The injury he suffered is not only not serious.

Master Songfeng became even more angry when he saw that he could not die with one blow. He wanted to take action again, but saw a doll suddenly flashing over and blocking him.

Then, Mo Tiange slowly said: "Senior Songfeng, are you too anxious?"

The dry eyes in the man's eyes at Songfeng turned around, looked at Nie Wushang, then Mo Tiange, and finally sneered at Nie Wushang: "Bitch, you have really grown your skills, you have actually pulled someone to stand up for you!"

Looking at the four people in front of him, Master Songfeng felt that he was full of violence.

He hated that this bitch, when he followed him, pretended to behave properly and did not dare to say a word, but he did not act erraticly and even stole his most important Qiankun bag while he was recovering from his injuries in the Yuan Demon Pool!

How could he not hate her? He hated her so much that he wanted to crush her bones and ashes. Because of her escape, he lost many magic weapons. For the past century, he did not dare to step into Kunwu, so as not to be robbed by his old rivals.

It has been a hundred years since he hid in Langtu Mountain for a hundred years. The reason for all this is her! How precious is one hundred years for his only few hundred years of life left?

And what about this bitch? He has been free for a hundred years with his Qiankun bag and has become a Nascent Soul!

Thinking that her cultivation and happy time were all obtained by her cowardice for a hundred years, he controlled his hatred.

Especially, she returned to Tianji and took others to his treasure house to get the treasure.

Bitch, just like her mother!

Fortunately, he has not lost his mind yet. This bitch now has a helper and cannot be killed by himself. These juniors have formed the Nascent Soul, especially Qin Shoujing, who has already advanced to the middle stage. The four of them joined forces and their strength was suppressed by the Breath of the White Tiger. There is an old witch in the cloud next to him, and it is not worth the loss if one is not good.

Looking at Nie Wushang, Master Songfeng calmed down again and said coldly: "What, aren't you very afraid of becoming a demon cultivator? You dare to practice the Yuan Demon Technique?"

Nie Wushang lowered his eyes and said lightly: "It is the Tao or the demon, it is all in the original heart. What does it matter if you practice the magic skills."

This sentence made Master Songfeng angry again, stole his Qiankun bag, took away his Yuanmo Dafa, and even talked to him about his original intention?

The black air surged, and he returned to the black clouds, covering up his anger.

"What a heart," Master Songfeng said coldly, "Bitch, have you been having a happy life in this century?"

"I'm not a bitch." As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Wushang raised his head. This time, her eyes were filled with arrogance and anger, "Why do you say I'm a bitch, Master?"

Before Master Songfeng could answer, Nie Wushang had already taken a step forward and stood straight: "I am a person, flesh and blood, thoughts and emotions. I was either born as your slave, and I don't owe you." Looking at the black cloud, she said word by word, "You are not qualified to despise me!"

This bitch was just a casual rebuke from Master Songfeng. She was so serious just for the last sentence.

I came to this world and only received the kindness of my parents. I am also a precious life, not an optional existence. My existence is meaningful because of myself, and it does not depend on you.

You are not qualified to despise me.

"Master," Nie Wushang said slowly, "Once upon a time, I was afraid of you. When I was about to return to Tianji, I thought I would never be able to face you in my life. But now, I want to tell you that from today on, now, I am alive and have nothing to do with you anymore. My life belongs only to myself." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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