Chapter 886
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The barrier of [Divine Hands Weaves the Heavens] was already up, so the flames didn't hurt her.
But Mu Yan found that the spiritual power in her body was depleting quickly.
If this continued, it wouldn't be long before she ran out of spiritual power and turned into a charred corpse like the First Madam.
Not to mention, she still had to maintain the [Divine Hands Weaves the Heavens] on Wei Zi.
The consumption of spiritual power was also increasing exponentially.
Mu Yan frowned slightly as she strummed the zither.
She had to think of a solution as soon as possible. Otherwise, she would be slowly worn down by Ning Zongxiang.
However, Ning Zongxiang didn't give her time to think.
The Raging Flame Art enveloped the entire hall.
He suddenly pulled out the twin mace from his waist and swung it at Mu Yan.
There was a loud bang.
Mu Yan's body swayed. The barrier enveloped by the [Divine Hands Weaves the Heavens] flickered as if a crack had appeared.
And the spiritual power that was already depleting at a rapid pace was burnt by more than half.
Ning Zongxiang looked at her pale face and struggled to hold on. He laughed out loud and said, "Let's see how long you can hold on for!"
"It seems that I won't be able to last much longer." Mu Yan sighed slowly.
"Hahaha, if you obediently admit defeat, crawl under my feet and serve me well, I'll spare your life!" Ning Zongxiang laughed even more wildly.
The twin mace in his hands had no intention of stopping.
However, when the mace swung down again, it didn't land on the barrier. Instead, it hit empty air, creating a splash of sparks on the ground.
The already scorching temperature in the room rose even higher.
From time to time, wood shavings would fall from the roof.
Mu Yan stood a few meters away from Ning Zongxiang. The [Divine Hands Weaves the Heavens] barrier enveloping her slowly disappeared.
And around her, seven different colored longswords appeared.
In the firelight, the corner of the girl's lips curled up, revealing a wanton and disdainful smile, "Since I can't hold on for much longer, then I won't hold on any longer. I'll just take your dog life!"
Ning Zongxiang looked at the seven longswords that appeared out of nowhere, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the zither in the girl's hand disappeared and turned into a seven-colored longsword.
And each of these seven longswords emitted a powerful spiritual power, far exceeding the aura of a fourth grade spiritual weapon.
What kind of treasure was this zither?
Could it be, could it be that it wasn't a fourth-grade spiritual weapon, but a fifth-grade, sixth-grade … ninth-grade, or even a rarely-seen divine weapon?!
What if this was really a divine weapon?
What if he, Ning Zongxiang, obtained a Divine Weapon?
Then why would the Ning Family be content in this corner of Min Lu Jie?
Did he, Ning Zongxiang, still need to fawn over the sects of the Azure Heaven Realm every day and think of every possible way to send his son to a large sect?
Thinking of this, Ning Zongxiang's body couldn't help but tremble.
The greed and desire in his eyes were even hotter than the temperature in the hall.
However, just as he was having a beautiful dream, he suddenly felt a powerful and dangerous aura coming towards him.
Ning Zongxiang shuddered and dodged to the side.
However, he was still a step too late.
With a ripping sound, a large hole was torn in the clothes on his chest.
What followed was the pain of his flesh being cut.
A bone-deep wound appeared on the left side of his chest.
If Ning Zongxiang had not dodged in time, his heart would have been pierced and he would have died.
The crystal clear Seven Absolutes Sword spun around and returned to Mu Yan's hand.
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