I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 1108 Killing each other

I feel like there is no danger outside.

Ning Ruan carefully opened the iron pot.

The first thing that caught my eye was the two corpses that had turned pitch black and terrifying.

No.

Or rather, a corpse.

Because the Xuanshui cultivator who was backstabbed is not dead yet.

But it’s basically fast.

He moved his head with difficulty and shifted his gaze to Ning Ruan.

Joy instantly flashed in his eyes, and he uttered two words from his screaming and groaning mouth, exhausting all his strength:

"help me……"

"No help."

Ning Ruan smiled maliciously.

His clear eyes blinked slightly, as if revealing innocence, "But I'm a good person, I can help you get rid of it quickly."

"It's just a matter of one sword. Do you need it? If you need it, please ask me."

Xuanshui Clan cultivator: "..."

His eyes widened in agony, and a hoarse sound came from his throat. He seemed to want to swear and curse, but the erosion of the black fog made it impossible for him to utter complete syllables. Only endless pain and despair rolled in his eyes.

Ning Ruan squatted down, holding her chin with one hand, and watched his dying struggle with interest. With her other hand, she actually took out a lightning-struck wooden dagger from the storage ring.

"Look, I've got my sword out." She waved the dagger, her tone sincere, "I'm a man of my words. I'll help you escape if I say so. What do you think? Do you want it? I'll give you three breaths to think about it. One..."

The Xuanshui cultivator's eyes were bloodshot and his body was twitching slightly with extreme anger and pain.

"Two..." Ning Ruan counted slowly, as if she was really waiting for the other party to think.

Before she could count to three, the Xuanshui cultivator's eyes suddenly widened, his head tilted, and he swallowed his last breath.

"How did he die?" Ning Ruan regretfully retracted the lightning-struck wooden dagger. "That thing is really powerful. Even a Jindan-stage cultivator couldn't withstand it for too long."

After saying that, she turned and took out the eldest brother's special storage space scanner.

After all, he is a Jindan stage cultivator.

Of course not to be missed.

After a search, Ning Ruan received a number of storage spiritual artifacts with spatial fluctuations.

Originally she was worried that the black fog would even contaminate this thing.

But fortunately, the black fog is sensible and only pollutes people.

After a person dies, only the body turns black.

Clothing and accessories were not affected.

She didn't take it all.

Collect those that look like they might contain good stuff.

Ordinary ones were thrown on the corpse.

After searching for the Xuanshui cultivators, he skillfully searched for the Jiao cultivators who had been dead for a long time.

Then he walked over and picked up the lamp and the scroll.

"Huh? Why are you guys so quiet? I almost thought you all ran away."

Ning Ruan released Mo Feng as she spoke.

The elder of the Xuanshui tribe: "..."

She wanted to say something, but what could she say?

After hearing what Ning Ruan said to her people with her own ears, she was speechless.

The human race is in decline, and even the strong ones tend to abide by rules and value inheritance. They are restrained and easily manipulated.

But Ningruan is not like that at all.

She seemed to have no idea what the rules were.

She acts as she pleases and does whatever she wants, and she can't guess what she will do next.

Ning Ruan used to say that she would kill her, but she didn't believe it.

Given her status, would humans dare to kill her?

But now she had to believe it.

Humans may not dare to kill, but Ning Ruan definitely does!

The painting fell into a rare silence...

"Friend Daoist Ning."

The first thing Mo Feng did when he came out of the painting was to look around and observe the traces of the Curse Crow Clan.

But he obviously couldn't see it.

When Ning Ruan came out, there were only two corpses left on the glacier.

One member of the Xuanshui tribe and the two members of the Curse Crow tribe are missing.

The Curse Crow Clan may be dead, or they may have gone to chase the Xuanshui Clan monks.

But the latter must have escaped.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, they won't come back, right? Should we leave first?"

Although his spiritual sense could no longer sense anything, Mo Feng was still very scared.

Especially the corpses of the two strong men on the ground, which made him dare not look at them for too long.

Ning Ruan nodded, "Let's go."

She simply rolled up the scroll again.

Holding a lamp in hand.

Mo Feng's gaze also fell on the lamp, and he couldn't help but ask, "Did Fellow Daoist Ning find this thing down there?"

Ning Ruan nodded, "Yes."

Seeing Mo Feng suddenly stop, she pointed to the cave entrance not far away and said, "There's nothing down there. You don't need to look for it."

"But... there might be some somewhere else."

"Are you afraid of death?"

Ning Ruan suddenly asked.

Who isn't afraid of death? Mo Feng's mouth twitched slightly, "Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you think? Just tell me. If you hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago."

He said this sincerely.

I originally thought that the only danger was at night.

Who would have thought that it could be dangerous during the day?

Even those above the thirteenth realm can die at any time.

What's more, he is an eleventh realm...

Even if he and Ning Ruan were to part ways now, he didn't want to.

"If you're not afraid of death, then let's go downstairs."

One of the things is that you will have the opportunity to obtain spiritual weapons.

On the other hand, she now has a guess, but is not sure yet. She can only go down and wait until night to know roughly.

As Ning Ruan spoke, she walked towards the cave entrance.

Jumped straight down.

Mo Feng: “…”

He looked at Ning Ruan who jumped down without hesitation, then looked at the two hideous corpses on the ice. Finally, he took a deep breath and jumped down as well.

The ice was thick, but light still filtered through.

People can clearly see this mansion that has been destroyed again.

As soon as Mo Feng came down, he saw the two corpses that had obviously killed each other.

And Ning Ruan who was touching the corpse.

The latter pointed to one of the two corpses and said calmly, "Everyone who sees it gets a share. I didn't take it all by myself."

Mo Feng was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, suppressing the slight impulse in his heart, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I don't want it."

Ning Ruan looked up at him and said, "Don't regret it."

"No regrets, no regrets." Mo Feng shook his head repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Ning, for your kindness."

Since his friend doesn't want it, Ning Ruan doesn't mind swallowing it all.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, they died here together because they were fighting for this lantern?"

Mo Feng took another look at the two corpses, gasped, and couldn't help but ask.

Ning Ruan didn't even raise her head. "Unless they are fools, they have such high cultivation level, but they don't know how to escape when they can't win?"

Look at how fast the Xuanshui tribe cultivators escaped?

Mo Feng frowned, "They didn't seem to have thought of escaping."