The Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's body actively exploded halfway, filling the air with a mist of blood.
Fang Xuan frowned, not expecting this fellow to be so ruthless; in order to break free from the sword, he actually took the initiative to shatter half of his own body.
His first reaction after escaping was not to run for his life, but to erupt with all his spiritual energy and pounce toward Ning Xian.
The cliffs on both sides of Taihuang Valley began to crack, gravel rolling down as a huge circular pit collapsed into the ground with him as the center.
Fang Xuan prepared to intercept him first.
After all, Senior Sister's constitution was weak, and she was most afraid of these body cultivators who traded injuries for injuries.
But then, a plain white, slender hand reached out from the cracked void, lightly brushing his palm as their fingers intertwined.
Only then did she unhurriedly take the black sword from his hand.
Fang Xuan: "..."
Senior Sister has even learned how to be playful...
He stood in place, watching that white figure slowly pull the black sword from the void...
Then, the sword tip pointed diagonally toward the brow of the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable who had just rushed over.
The demonic venerable remained in a pouncing posture, yet was frozen mid-air.
His eyes widened, and veins bulged under his bronze skin.
But he couldn't move.
Not even a single bit; it was a kind of trembling that came from the very soul.
Ning Xian's Heavy Pupils merely glanced at him indifferently from the side.
"At most the third level of True Immortal. Laughable..."
Fang Xuan's sword intent was already on the sword, and now her space sword intent swirled out from the sword tip.
The small mountain behind the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable was instantly shattered into powder by the escaping sword qi.
Meanwhile, he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his mangled body swaying in mid-air.
"Ah!!!"
He no longer cared!
The aura of the third level of True Immortal, like a bursting flood, erupted without any further suppression.
The cliffs on both sides of Taihuang Valley began to collapse in large areas, and the ground collapsed into a giant pit dozens of zhang in diameter with him as the center. Rocks were swept up by the violent spiritual energy and crushed into powder in mid-air.
He threw a backhand punch at Ning Xian.
This punch contained all his remaining strength; the power of laws roared within it, even distorting space.
His fist passed through Ning Xian's figure.
But it was like hitting the surface of water, or touching a flower in a mirror.
Space was like shattered glaze, cracking into countless fine patterns, only reflecting Ning Xian's indifferent Heavy Pupils...
Mirror Flower, Water Moon...
He had heard of this level of spatial laws...
It was a realm that legends said even Golden Immortals could hardly reach...
His eyes turned from madness to despair.
Behind him, the black sword had already pierced into his back, carrying a blood-colored sword intent.
This time, he was given no chance to break free.
The sword intent entered his body, strangling his meridians, his dantian, his heart vessels, and that True Immortal heart of his that had lingered on for thousands of years.
Fang Xuan stood not far away, looking at his Senior Sister holding the black sword, her white clothes unstained by a speck of dust, her Heavy Pupils indifferent like a deity's.
He was a bit dazed from watching.
When Senior Sister used Yunchang, she actually seemed more proficient than he was.
True, it seemed this sword originally belonged to Senior Sister.
...
Ning Xian withdrew the sword, her gaze falling on the pale-golden halo remaining after the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's collapse.
Those were the law fragments that dissipated after his death.
She was just about to move to extract his divine soul when she suddenly remembered that Junior Brother was still watching nearby.
If she killed the divine soul directly like this, would Junior Brother think she was... too evil?
After all, extracting a divine soul sounded like something a demonic enchantress would do.
Although she had indeed killed many people and truly didn't care about these methods.
But she cared about how Junior Brother saw her.
She pursed her lips, and her originally cold eyes softened visibly.
Then, she gave Fang Xuan a shallow, gentle smile.
"Close your eyes, okay?"
On Fang Xuan's side, his heart skipped a beat.
...Senior Sister's vibe is just too strong, she's so good at this.
He obediently closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
As for the Six-Armed Demonic Venerable's divine soul, he just stared with wide eyes at these two people: "???"
...
Fang Xuan had been waiting for a while.
"Senior Sister, is it done?"
No response.
He waited a bit longer.
"Senior Sister?"
Still no response.
Only then did he open his eyes, and the front was empty.
Where Ning Xian had stood, only half a piece of clothing cut off by sword qi remained, drifting slowly to the ground.
Fang Xuan: "..."
He looked down at that piece of plain white fabric and was silent for three seconds.
Even his Supreme Bone wanted to move.
Senior Sister, you'd better not let me catch you...
...
He bent down to pick up that piece of her robe, folded it, and tucked it into his robes.
He turned around, preparing to go back and continue dealing with the Martial Alliance's mess.
Just as he took a step—
"Plop."
Something hit him on the head.
Then it bounced off and rolled to his feet.
Fang Xuan looked down.
A top-grade spirit medicine, pure white all over and emitting a refreshing fragrance, lay quietly on the snow.
He looked up at the sky.
It was cloudless for ten thousand li.
Then he looked down at the medicine.
Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Lotus? Wasn't this thing said to be extinct?
...Senior Sister?
After thinking for a moment, he still bent over to pick it up.
"Plop."
Another one fell down.
This time it was a Nine-Yang Lingzhi.
Fang Xuan: "..."
He helplessly raised his head toward a certain spot in the void.
Inside a hidden spatial rift, Ning Xian's small face was flushed, her earlobes red through and through, her whole person like a cooked shrimp.
Junior Brother shouldn't be able to find where she was.
Next, she couldn't help but throw down another piece of Earth-Core Jade Marrow.
Fang Xuan looked at the third heavenly treasure that had fallen from the sky and finally gave up struggling.
He sighed and resignedly began to pick them up.
One, two, three.
He picked them up, shook off the snow, and tucked them into his robes.
Then more new ones fell down.
"..."
He suddenly looked up at that piece of seemingly empty sky and spoke: "Wow, it's actually a top-grade holy medicine. My luck is just too good."
Inside the spatial rift, Ning Xian couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
She quickly covered her mouth, but the mirth in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
Junior Brother is so silly, so cute.
She fumbled another Thousand-Year He Shou Wu from her storage ring.
And threw it down.
...
Fang Xuan continued picking them up.
While picking them up, he was also thinking.
This one should be the Nirvana Grass Senior Sister mentioned last time, right? It grows deep inside volcano secret realms and is very hard to gather...
And this Yaochi Celestial Lotus, the petals still have dew on them. Did Senior Sister go to steal... no, go to pick it early this morning?
Before he could finish thinking, another one would quietly drop down.
The smile at the corners of Fang Xuan's mouth grew deeper and deeper.
My wife is truly too silly, there's no helping it...
Hahaha.
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