Chapter 594

"Mistress Leng?"

"Stop! Mistress Leng, are you crazy?" Accompanied by a burst of curses, the four black-clad men and women dodged immediately.

Leng Xuanshuang's expression was icy, constantly waving sword flowers, throwing out ice-frost sword energies mixed with plum blossoms.

Lu Ran stood in the forest behind, couldn't help but nod secretly.

Cold Plum Master, worthy of being called "Little Jian Yi"!

The Cold Plum faction and the Jian Yi sect had many similarities; both factions played with swords, and their divine techniques also contained ice-frost elements.

The styles of the disciples of the two factions were also somewhat similar.

Both were of the cold style.

"Die." Leng Xuanshuang spat out a word, cold and bone-chilling.

Cold Plum Divine Technique, Plum Snow Sword Dance!

Between heaven and earth, there was clear frost filling the air and plum blossoms drifting.

Plum blossoms dotted the scene, staining Lu Ran's clothes, including him in the category of her own people.

In the sword dance domain, friendly forces would not be frostbitten, only influenced by plum blossoms, constantly firming their fighting will.

Enemy forces within the domain would be heavily infected by ice frost, their bodies constantly being frostbitten and slowed down.

"Mistress Leng is hurting people for no reason, stubborn and unyielding!" A black-clad man had sinister eyes, "I will capture the mistress and hand her over to Stronghold Master Lang for disposal."

As the words fell, the black-clad man reached out a hand.

With Leng Xuanshuang as the center, a bone prison rose from the ground!

The white bones pieced together by divine power constantly assembled, turning into a hemispherical cover, trying to trap Leng Xuanshuang inside.

Leng Xuanshuang saw the situation was not good and immediately chose to evacuate.

However...

Cold Plum was after all a Fifth-Rank God, Little Jian Yi was ultimately not Jian Yi.

Regardless of movement speed or output level, Cold Plum disciples were more than a star or two behind Jian Yi disciples.

Leng Xuanshuang couldn't escape, the bone prison had already taken shape.

"Pop! Pop! Pop..."

Leng Xuanshuang gripped the Plum Snow Sword tightly and slashed out three sword energies in a row.

The sword energy mixed with falling plum blossoms first stained the bone walls with clear frost, then soaked the clear frost into the bones, and finally detonated the frost and snow inside and outside the bones.

"Boom!"

The explosion arrived as scheduled.

Broken bones splashed everywhere, but the thick bone walls were filled with a large amount of bones again, and the bone prison was as solid as before.

Leng Xuanshuang pursed her lips tightly, continuing to throw out sword energies like crazy.

It wasn't that she was stupid and didn't escape from the ground.

This seemingly hemispherical bone prison was actually a round ball, only the lower area of the bone prison was hidden underground.

"Mistress Leng, don't play petty temper, it's easy to hurt yourself." Outside the thick bone walls came the mocking words of the black-clad woman.

It truly made people feel sad.

When you are weak, even fighting for your life... is a joke.

"Mistress Leng, I'm sorry! Please stand in the middle." Another voice came, the black-clad man's hand that had been reaching out slowly tightened.

Only to see this bone prison, which was a full 50 meters in diameter, shaking violently.

The bone prison walls constantly contracted, and the densely packed white bones, like sea waves, surged inward, compressing the living space of the prey inside.

If the Thousand Bones believer didn't stop, the prisoner inside would even be crushed alive by the bone walls!

Thousand Bones Divine Technique, White Bone Prison!

Leng Xuanshuang's movements froze, looking at the bone walls squeezing in from all directions.

Memories surged into her heart.

She and her master were caught by the White Bone Prison.

From then on, they were reduced to prisoners, suffering all kinds of humiliation...

"Heh." Leng Xuanshuang suddenly smiled, her face full of bitterness.

Thousand Bones believers could catch her once, naturally they could catch her a second time.

Delusional about avenging her master and personally slicing the second mistress into a thousand pieces?

A huge joke!

She couldn't even take down a Jiang Jing Thousand Bones disciple and could only be slaughtered at will, so what did she have to face the Sea Realm powerhouse, the second mistress?

Even if she killed her way to the second mistress, she would only deserve to be stepped on by the second mistress and wantonly humiliated.

The gap between weak god disciples and strong god disciples was like a chasm.

In fact, Leng Xuanshuang's strength realm was not low, reaching Jiang Jing, Fourth Stage!

Unfortunately, the gap in divine techniques determined her comprehensive combat power and also determined her fate on Holy Spirit Mountain.

"Hmm?" Leng Xuanshuang suddenly raised her head.

The rumbling sound of rolling bones stopped abruptly.

The bone prison froze there.

"Benefactor?" Leng Xuanshuang woke up from the painful memories and also remembered her real situation.

She had a reliance!

That was... that was a stranger.

A person who had no relation or connection to her.

A young emperor who whispered that plum blossom fragrance is rare and it's a pity if it dissipates.

"Clatter~"

The thick bone walls collapsed with a bang, and Leng Xuanshuang was covered in shattered bones.

She gripped the Plum Snow Sword tightly, pushed aside the bone pile, and tried hard to crawl out.

Only halfway through crawling, her movements stopped.

In her vision, the imperial-robed young man stood behind the four Thousand Bones disciples.

From his wide sleeves, thin red threads extended.

Thread-Pulling Evil Technique, Thread-Pulling Line?

The four Thousand Bones believers had terrified expressions, but they didn't even have the qualification to tremble; they were like marionettes, stuck with red threads and lifted into mid-air.

"Whoosh~"

The black-clad man who had cast the spell earlier was lifted by the red threads and sent toward Leng Xuanshuang.

"Le-Leng Mistress, sm-small one begs, don't." The black-clad man begged tremblingly, the sinister eyes from just now were now filled with terror.

The divine power rioting in his body made his speech blurry.

"Benefactor..." Leng Xuanshuang looked at the imperial-robed young man.

But saw the other party frown slightly.

Leng Xuanshuang realized the other party was unhappy and knew the current situation, so she immediately suppressed her surging emotions and didn't drag it out anymore.

"Hiss!"

The cold Plum Snow Sword pierced straight into the center of his eyebrows!

Sea Artifact, Thread-Pulling Line, controlled the Thousand Bones disciple so he couldn't move.

Sea Artifact, Thread-Pulling Chaos, stirred the divine power in his body to riot; let alone casting spells, he couldn't even maintain his water-flow armor.

The black-clad man died on the spot, and another black-clad man took his place.

The remaining three stood in line, waiting for Leng Xuanshuang to execute them one by one.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss," Leng Xuanshuang stabbed out sword after sword, and the Thousand Bones disciples died one by one.

In the mountain forest in the distance, Yan Shuangzi stepped on a corpse's head, looking at this scene expressionlessly.

"Why, are you jealous?" Behind her came a teasing voice.

Yan Shuangzi turned her head, looking dissatisfied at Deng Yuxiang.

"This little girl is indeed good-looking, and she is the same type as the mistress." Deng Yuxiang smiled and teased.

"That's not something I should consider." Yan Shuangzi's figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing her best friend leave, Deng Yuxiang looked at Lu Ran's direction and gave a light sigh: "Lu Xiao Lu Lu Ran, oh little Lu Ran..."

You are truly a disaster!

How many girls will you delay in this life...

"Boom!"

On the eastern hilltop, a violent explosion suddenly sounded.

Deng Yuxiang turned her head to look, only to see Si Xianxian standing on her horse high in the sky, burning with raging flames, holding a crazy hammer, and smashing it down fiercely.

Hammer shadows of fire fell, causing the whole mountain to rumble and shake.

Beside her, Fish Changsheng rode his horse to guard, and the Ran Sect mistress was nowhere to be seen in the air.

Fish Changsheng kept watching diagonally below, where there was an exquisite and luxurious mansion; behind the mansion sat a beautiful garden.

Flowers bloomed like a sea, ten thousand purples and a thousand reds.

In the gorgeous flower cluster, a white-skirted woman was admiring the flowers, her fingertips gently twisting the petals.

"Who are you people?"

At the entrance of the mansion, a middle-aged woman wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and looking sexy and charming was staring at the white-skirted woman in the garden.

Beside the middle-aged woman stood a rather handsome middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, the man was unhurried.

You must know, Wolf Bone Stronghold was suffering from the bombardment of Divine Divine Lie Tian disciples!

And this Stronghold Master Lang Wu was not only as steady as Mount Tai but also staring greedily at the cold fairy in the garden.

Truly hopeless!

Hmm... can also be considered quite dedicated?

Leng Xuanshuang and Jiang Ruyi were indeed the same type of woman.

Today, Stronghold Master Lang Wu had truly opened his eyes!

Having lived for forty years, he could be considered to have seen countless people.

Until a while ago, when he saw Leng Xuanshuang, he was solidly amazed.

Thinking back to the ten years in the mountain, what kind of chaff had he been eating?

And at this very moment, another one came...

She stood in the flower cluster, her sleeves fluttering.

The cold temperament like frost and snow added a trace of cold beauty to the brightly colored flowers around her.

Skin as white as snow, hair like a waterfall.

So beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal thing; although she was truly standing there, she looked like a fairy shadow cast by a heavenly palace, as if she could dissipate into the world at any time.

"Stronghold Master! Stronghold Master Lang, our people have suffered heavy losses!" A Greedy Wolf disciple ran over quickly, "The enemy doesn't just have Divine Divine Lie Tian believers, there are also Sea Realm Lord Bei Feng disciples, and there is also someone who can teleport..."

The second mistress's eyes were unclear, and her heart fell into the abyss.

The cold fairy in the flower garden was undoubtedly a vast sea.

The man and woman in the sky were either Sea Realm or possessed Sea Realm-level output.

And the people who killed their way in on the ground had Sea Realm Lord Bei Feng disciples, and people who could teleport whose strength realm was unclear...

Are they disciples of the First-Rank God, Gun-Rotten?

The second mistress was both shocked and angry!

When your enemy is a Sea Realm force, it's useless to send out more Jiang Jing people.

Even if it's a peak Jiang Jing person, they are just ants stepped on at will when a Sea Realm powerhouse passes by.

Wolf Bone Stronghold looked like it had decent strength, but in reality, the only ones who could be brought out were Lang Wu and the two mistresses.

The day before yesterday, the first mistress had a conflict with the stronghold master, couldn't stand him staying at the second mistress's mansion every night, and simply went to Wolf Flower Stronghold to visit and relax.

Now in Wolf Bone Stronghold, there were only Stronghold Master Lang Wu and the second mistress, these two combat powers.

How to fight this?

Taking a step back, even if the first mistress was in the stronghold, what could she do?

Where did this group of people pop out from, how are they so strong...

"Second Mistress! Hurry up and set up the Ten Thousand Bone Mountain, we can't withstand the bombardment of the Divine Divine Lie Tian disciples!"

"Shut up!" The second mistress shouted sternly.

You can't withstand the bombardment of the Divine Divine Lie Tian disciples, and I can?

Didn't you see that the other party has already opened the Fierce Fire Heavenly Helmet?

The other party is at least a Jiang Jing Divine Divine Lie Tian believer, and the output is Sea Realm level!

Didn't you see that every hammer of the other party is smashing the high-built bone walls?

If I pile up the Ten Thousand Bone Mountain and build defensive bone walls here, the hammer will surely hit my head!

"This little friend." The second mistress looked at the fairy in the flower cluster, her tone softening, "I don't know how my Wolf Bone Stronghold has offended you?

Can you give us a chance to explain?"

Wolf Bone Stronghold rumbled and shook, and bone piles were constantly being blown to pieces.

But near the flower garden, it was silent.

Jiang Ruyi twisted the delicate petals with her fingertips and said softly: "The flowers are raised really well."

The second mistress said: "If little friend likes them, I..."

Jiang Ruyi interrupted directly: "Used a lot of corpses as fertilizer, right."

The second mistress's expression sank.

In this beautiful flower garden, many skeletons were indeed buried.

Hearing what the white-skirted woman meant, was she going to seek justice for the dead?

Jiang Ruyi raised her eyes and looked at the mansion entrance.

Suddenly, she smiled: "Stronghold Master Lang is worthy of being Sea Realm, truly a qualified Greedy Wolf believer.

At a time like this, you still don't reduce your Greedy Wolf nature."

Lang Wu came back to his senses: "This fellow Daoist..."

"Kneel." Jiang Ruyi said faintly.

Lang Wu's expression froze.

(End of chapter)