Three days later, in an ice valley on the Arctic Snow Mountain.
"Hahaha, the Sacred Energy Restrictive Formation has been broken!" Inside the ice valley, there was a burst of joyful laughter. It was Feng Shutong.
"Old Feng, this is the eighth Sacred Qi Whirlpool. We can finally rest for a while," Nie Tian looked at Feng Shutong and said with a faint smile.
The two of them spent three days and finally took down the eight Sacred Qi Whirlpools.
"Little Nie, quickly put the Sacred Qi Whirlpool into the Nine Extremities. I really want to see what your Nine Extremities look like inside," Feng Shutong chuckled. Feng Shutong chuckled. He had long been itching to enter the Nine Extremities to take a look at what it was like inside.
"Don't rush. Wait for me to put the Sacred Qi Whirlpool into the Nine Extremities," Nie Tian smiled faintly and stepped forward, preparing to put the Sacred Qi Whirlpool into the Nine Extremities.
"Ah!" But at this moment, there was a sudden scream from afar. The scream was sharp and filled with panic.
"Huh?" Nie Tian's expression changed and he said, "Xiao Fei, I'll leave this to you. I'll go and take a look."
With that, his figure moved and he directly rushed over.
And behind him, the figure of Fat Cat appeared, holding the Nine Extremities with its paw, but its cat face was somewhat unwilling.
"Huh!" Feng Shutong was stunned by the scene in front of him. He looked at Fat Cat in disbelief. His old face froze and he could not speak for a long time.
Fat Cat did not pay attention to him and put the Sacred Qi Whirlpool into the Nine Extremities.
On the other side, in a snowy valley tens of thousands of meters away, an unsightly scene was unfolding.
"Ah, go away, don't touch me!" A delicate and thin girl in green screamed and hurriedly retreated.
And in front of her, a young martial art practitioner with a lewd smile on his face walked over step by step.
Several martial art practitioners in black looked at the scene in front of them mockingly and laughed arrogantly.
"Hahaha, I didn't think that the beloved daughter of the Yu Family would dare to enter the Arctic Snow Mountain alone. Isn't she tired of living?"
"I heard that this little girl is the most beloved daughter of the Yu Family's Patriarch. Back then, when the Patriarch went to the Yu Family to propose marriage on behalf of the Seventh Young Master, he mentioned this little girl."
"Unfortunately, the Yu Family's Patriarch refused this marriage. Who would have thought that this little girl would actually fall into the hands of our Seventh Young Master. "
These black-clothed cultivators looked like they were watching a joke.
"Rong Qiwei, don't come any closer. If you dare to take another step forward, I … I'll kill myself in front of you." The green-clothed woman, Yu Ruo 'er, screamed. Her eyes were already filled with tears.
"Yu Ruoer, it won't be that easy for you to die." Rong Qiwei chuckled and stretched out his hand. A gust of Qi enveloped Yu Ruo 'er, trapping her in place.
"You …" Yu Ruo 'er suddenly felt that she couldn't move her body. Her delicate face turned as white as a sheet, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Yu Ruoer, your father rejected the marriage proposal of the Rong family. But now, aren't you still in my hands? " Rong Qiwei took a step forward and suddenly reached out and tore off half of Yu Ruo 'er's clothes, revealing her snow-white skin.
"Wow, this little girl is so fair and tender. The Seventh Young Master is so lucky."
"We'll soon be able to see the Seventh Young Master display his invincible might. It'll be a feast for our eyes."
"Hehe, the Seventh Young Master has countless women. This little girl is clearly still a virgin. I wonder if she'll be able to endure it later."
The Rong Family's cultivator said with a lustful look in his eyes and saliva dripping down to his chin.
"Rong Qiwei, if you dare to hurt me, my father will not let you go!" Tears fell from Yu Ruo 'er's eyes. She struggled with all her might, but she couldn't move at all.
She was only at the pinnacle of Immortal state, while Rong Qiwei was a fifth-order Demi Saint!
The gap between the two was so huge that it couldn't be described with words.
She couldn't even fight back against Rong Qiwei.
"Yu Ruo 'er, don't you think it's ridiculous that you're still using the Yu Family to scare me at a time like this?" Rong Qiwei smiled Coldly. His lustful gaze was like tentacles that wandered around Yu Ruo 'er's body without restraint.
As he spoke, he took a step forward and stretched out a hand towards Yu Ruo 'er's small face.
"Bastard, let go of my young miss!" At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out. Then, a figure rushed over and slammed a palm at Rong Qiwei.
"Jue Chen!" Yu Ruo 'er's beautiful eyes flashed as she looked at the figure and cried out in shock.
The person who had attacked was her personal attendant, Jue Chen.
She had secretly entered the Arctic Snow Mountain without the Yu Family's knowledge and had only brought Jue Chen with her.
Jue Chen was about the same age as her, but he was already a first-order Demi Saint.
Unfortunately, Jue Chen still couldn't fight back against Rong Qiwei at all.
"Damned slave, you're courting death!" Rong Qiwei suddenly turned around and roared. Then, he slammed his palm forward, and a powerful force surged out and pressed down on Jue Chen.
Rong Qiwei was a fifth-order Demi Saint expert, so the power of his palm was extremely strong.
Jue Chen was only a first-order Demi Saint, so he couldn't withstand this palm at all.
Without a doubt, if this palm landed, Jue Chen would die without a doubt!
"Boom!" At this moment of life and death, a sword shadow suddenly tore through the air and descended, blocking the fatal palm for Jue Chen.
Moreover, Rong Qiwei was forced to take several steps back by this sword shadow. He staggered and almost fell, looking extremely pathetic.
"Hmm?" Rong Qiwei steadied himself and suddenly raised his head. His gaze landed on a silver-haired cultivator.
At this moment, this silver-haired cultivator was looking at him with a gloomy expression, his eyes surging with murderous intent.
Rong Qiwei's heart sank inexplicably, and he was extremely shocked. "He's only a first-order Demi Saint. Why do I feel like I'm falling into an abyss when he's staring at me?"
"It must be a misperception!" The next moment, Rong Qiwei calmed down. His gaze was extremely cold as he said in a low voice, "Who are you, stinking brat? Do you think you can poke your nose into my, Rong Qiwei's, business? "
Nie Tian looked at Rong Qiwei, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a faint smile, "I'm sorry, but I like to poke my nose into other people's business, especially the business of scum like you!"
"You …" Rong Qiwei's expression darkened. He didn't expect Nie Tian to be so domineering and not take him seriously at all.
"Stinking brat, do you know who we are? We're from the Rong Family. You're dead meat if you dare to offend our Seventh Young Master! "At this moment, a Rong Family cultivator couldn't help but clamor.
"Rong Family?" Nie Tian turned around coldly and locked his cold gaze on that Rong Family cultivator. He said coldly, "I've never heard of the Rong Family, but listen to me. Now, either scram or die!"
"Hmm?" That Rong Family cultivator was stunned by Nie Tian's aura, but his eyes turned cold as he roared, "Stinking brat, you're courting death!"
As soon as he finished, his figure moved and he struck out with his palm, intending to kill Nie Tian.
This Rong Family cultivator was a second-order Demi Saint, and he was obviously relying on his superior cultivation to kill Nie Tian.
Whoosh! However, at this moment, Nie Tian's body moved slightly. A flash of a sword flashed, and a bloody light appeared in the air.
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