A black demon cloud suddenly exploded on Langtu Mountain. Its power and power not only covered the entire Langtu Mountain, but also crossed the southern end of the Xiling Mountains and extended to Kunwu Mountains.

In the black demonic energy, two people could be vaguely seen confronting each other. One was wearing black clothes, a little petite, while the other was hiding in the black clouds and couldn't see clearly.

"Master," Nie Wushang stared at the man in the black clouds, "Absent the loss. Although I am not long in the middle, your injury has not healed, and your body is not in line with you... You can't beat me."

A cold snorted from the black clouds, and Master Songfeng said gloomyly: "Bitch, do you think I don't know? Even so, your strength is still not as good as mine. It's just stimulating with words to seek a chance to win!"

As he finished speaking, the black cloud suddenly burst out, and a breath of destruction emerged from the original darkness, and many terrifying demons transformed into bites at Nie Wushang.

Nie Wushang remained motionless, and a ribbon burning with black flames appeared in front of her and met the demons.

Seeing this, the black clouds suddenly shook.

"Bitch!" A voice came from the black clouds, "Wai Yang Yang you for so many years, if you hadn't stole my treasure, how could I have fallen into this situation!"

Nie Wushen's treasure to defend against the enemy was obtained from Master Songfeng. She gritted her teeth behind the ribbon to resist the invasion of the devil, and sneered: "Can you still settle the score with me? Such a ridiculous thing is not like what Master did."

Don’t be with her, what kind of kindness to spare her life and raise her to be an adult. Life is not a clear account of income and expenditure. After addition and subtraction, the grudges can be offset. She only knows that her mother died at his hands and her life will be destroyed at his hands. Such grudges are unforgettable day and night!

Master Songfeng didn't speak, and three black lines flew out of the demon cloud instantly, tangling towards Nie Wushang.

Nie Wushang suddenly bloomed between his hands, and the petals stretched out, surrounding himself.

Three black lines hit the petals and stopped, and the two sides began to fight.

Nie Wushang was under unimaginable pressure at this moment. The three black lines were the secret technique of Master Songfeng, formed by hundreds of years of warming up. Each thread carries the power of the Yuan Demon that shakes the soul. Every time he uses it, he consumes his own cultivation. Therefore, Master Songfeng will not easily use this technique. Today, he not only uses this technique, but even three lines come out at the same time, which shows that he hates Nie Wushang to the core.

Under the black line, the petals on Nie Wushang's body became lighter and lighter, and gradually her outline was revealed.

Just as the petals dissipated and the black line was about to penetrate his body, Nie Wushu suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a shocking punch hit Song Feng Shangren from the sky.

"Crack!" The sound of the bone being hit sounded, and the person on the Songfeng fell down.

Nie Wushang's figure appeared in the void and followed.

The two of them fell on the Wolf Tu Mountain, and the demonic clouds shaking on the pine wind, and the demonic energy dissipated a lot.

"Bitch, you..."

"Thank you for this, Master," said Nie Wushang, "The Phantom Movement Talisman, Master, you snatched it from a Nascent Soul Cultivator back then."

"Hmph!" Master Songfeng knew of course. The Qiankun bag he was stolen back then contained important spiritual treasures, which led to not only no treasures available today, but also seriously injured by his own treasures!

This little bitch...

Looking at Nie Wushang's cold face, Song Feng's man's teeth quaked. Just as she guessed, Fengshacheng was forced to give up his body, and he had no choice but to take over the body.

He realized the wrong technique back then, but he did not take over the body. One reason was that he had been eroded by the dead energy, and the body could not solve the problem. The other reason was that he left hope for himself. He could only take over the body once in his life. One day, he would eliminate all the death energy and take over the body again, and then he would have a brand new body, and then he would have hope to transform into a god.

But now? If he hadn't discovered that this bitch had returned to Tianji, how could he run to Fengsha City, how could he be besieged by those old guys, how could he give up his body, how could he be forced to take over, how could he lose all hope of transforming into a god?! It's all this bitch!

"I really regret that I didn't kill you back then!" said the man from Songfeng.

Nie Wushen laughed: "Yes, if you killed me back then, how could there be so many troubles? Unfortunately, it's useless for you to regret it!"

A demon cloud rose from her hand. Compared to Master Songfeng, Nie Wushang's demon cloud was not that powerful, but much cleaner, and it was the pure and pure Yuan Demonic energy.

This made Master Songfeng even more angry. All of this originally belonged to him, and his—

"Ah--" After the out-of-control shouts, the demonic energy surged up, and waves surged like waves.

As soon as Nie Wushang saw this scene, he knew that Master Songfeng had been so excited that he was crazy by her. He had not cultivated his state of mind at all. The wrong Yuanmo technique made him distorted his spirit and cut off his hope of transforming into a god. In addition, Nie Wushang repeatedly attacked him, which finally caused him to fall into a demonic obstacle.

"I'll kill you-" The dark voice, with a surging murderous aura, rolled up the demonic aura and yellow sand, and beat Nie Wushang all the way.

Nie Wushang was not hesitant to show his spiritual treasures in his hands to resist the attacks of Songfeng.

The demonic energy danced her black clothes, and the yellow sand covered the sky, and she did not dare to relax at all. After all, Empress Yuan was Empress Yuan. Although she deliberately stimulated and despised her words, she knew in her heart that even if the master was seriously injured, failed to take over the body and his body was not incompatible, she could not resist it head-on.

This is the first monk in the sky, and she knows this more than anyone else.

So, I can only drag it, as long as I drag it on, she will win in the end!

In the Yuan Demonic Qi clouds, yellow sand rustled, rocks rolled down, and wolf Tushan almost collapsed.

Nie Wushang bit the support. Magic weapons and talismans were thrown out one by one, facing the demon clouds of the Songfeng people, and were destroyed one by one.

Every time, she had an illusion that she could not hold on, but thinking of the humiliation that had been in excess of more than a hundred years, she held on again. The injuries on her body became heavier and heavier. She pinched the magic talisman that had been prepared long ago and replenished the magic energy indirectly.

What are these? She is no longer the Nie Wushen who was bullied and humiliated but could not resist! She has friends, she straightens her back, she can walk in the sun, she wants to have her own life!

This person who left a shadow in her heart and didn't even dare to breathe, she wanted to wipe him away with her own hands!

He crushed the magic talisman countless times to replenish the demonic energy, threw out the spiritual treasures countless times to resist the attack, and finally, the pressure on his body gradually weakened. When the attack stopped, Nie Wushang was shocked, his hands closed, and a huge magic crystal appeared in her hand, flashing with a strange aura of death.

She bounced lightly and the magic crystal flew out. It was obviously a slow speed, but it quickly appeared next to Songfeng Shangren.

Master Songfeng sneered: "I want to fight back like this? Dream!"

Nie Wushen raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sneer. The Yuan Demons gathered on the fist and beat him silently.

The pine wind waved, and the demon clouds swayed, blocking them at will.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Nie Wushang's fist penetrated the demon cloud and hit him literally.

Master Songfeng opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it. Impossible, how could it be...

Seeing him falling heavily, Nie Wushang said in a faint tone: "Master, there are three thousand words, but it may not be all the best."

The demon cloud dissipated, revealing a body as dry as a skeleton. On its terrifying face, two eyes stared at her tightly, and still didn't believe it: "How is it possible, you... why did I lose..."

Nie Wushang stared at him: "Do you really want to know?"

The person at Songfeng never closes his eyes.

Nie Wushang said: "When I stepped onto Langtu Mountain, I started to arrange the magic crystal. Master, you probably don't know that this magic crystal is not only dead energy, it is afraid of people in the clouds because it has a strange effect, that is, to absorb people's essence."

Seeing Master Songfeng lying on the ground and trying desperately to stand up, Nie Wushang said mercifully: "Master, your body is broken, and your soul is also entangled with death energy. Your own essence is insufficient. If you hadn't had your deep cultivation, the essence of your soul would have been unable to support you to survive. I have always angered you, one is to make you underestimate the enemy, and the other is to delay time and let the magic crystal absorb your essence."

"So..." A strange expression appeared on the bloody face of Song Fengren, as if he was smiling, "You... are indeed her daughter..."

This is the second time he said this, but he has a different tone. The first time was resentment, but this time, he missed him. He said quietly: "Okay, it's better to die at the hands of your daughter than to die silently... Aying, for the next life..."

"What's the use of you like now?" Nie Wushang looked at him, thinking that he was so weak for the first time. "When my mother was alive, why didn't you tell her?"

Song Feng let out a strange smile in his throat, and he said, "She has betrayed me, right, I look like a ghost, how could a woman always love me..."

"Is my mother such a person?" Nie Wushang interrupted him and said coldly, "The woman you love deeply, the only woman in your life, is this kind of person? Although I don't remember what happened before I was three years old, I don't believe it."

Master Songfeng opened his eyes wide, and his eyes that were almost out of his eye sockets became more and more disgusting and terrifying.

"Master," Nie Wushang said softly, "You always keep my mother's stone chamber in the cave. You don't allow anyone to step in, you don't let anyone mention her. Even if you scold her, you will punish him... Master, you have always loved my mother, right?"

"I..." He had no lips and his teeth were exposed, so he could be clearly seen trembling.

"Will the woman you love so deeply leave you for such a reason? She has been with you for thousands of years. Will she leave you like this?" Nie Wushang said coldly, "Instead of blaming her, it's better to blame yourself! Even if you are like this, she will never want to meet you again!"

Master Songfeng looked at the yellow sand in a daze. More than a thousand years passed by in front of his eyes.

Entering the immortal path, ordinary disciples, sects were destroyed, Tianmo Mountain, opportunity, stone tablet, enlightenment of the wrong martial arts, and body was frustrated, Aying... Yes, when he met Aying, he was already in that ghost appearance. She would not push her away because of this because he suspected her.

It turned out that his life had completely failed. He failed to enter the transformation of God and destroyed her with his own hands.

This kind of life of failure... Then end it like this... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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