Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Mu Qingxiao said, "The Blood Sect did not alert any forces and laid an ambush here. It is impossible for anyone from the Sky Serpent Mansion to escape."
At this moment, Elder Qing was forced to receive Fan Ming's palm strike in midair. The powerful force caused her to spit out blood and her expression to become dispirited.
Fan Ming followed closely behind, not giving her any chance to catch her breath.
At the same time as she retreated, Elder Qing suddenly raised her head. Her originally beautiful face was now filled with malevolence. With a wave of her hand, a cold jade box appeared in her palm.
"Old ghost Fan, if you dare to come over, I will crush this Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill into powder on the spot!"
Hearing this, Fan Ming, who was charging forward, stopped his footsteps. He looked at Elder Qing sinisterly and said, "If you dare to destroy the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill, I will cripple your Dou Qi and lock you in the Blood Sect. I will raise you like a pig and specially serve my Blood Sect disciples!"
The calm words were spat out from his mouth, but they were so vicious that it caused one's entire body to turn ice-cold.
A certain scene involuntarily appeared in Elder Qing's mind. Her face was ashen and the hand that held the thousand year old cold jade box could not help but tremble.
Just as Elder Qing was in a daze, Fan Ming seized the opportunity and charged forward. A blood-red palm shot out and ruthlessly cut Elder Qing's arm.
Immediately, a clear breaking sound rang out in the air.
A sharp pain came from her arm and Elder Qing could not help but let out a miserable shriek. The jade box in her hand had unknowingly appeared in Fan Ming's hand.
Looking at Fan Ming who was laughing wildly and retreating, Elder Qing's face was ashen.
Fan Lao quickly opened the jade box. Immediately, a golden light shot out. Fan Lao's face was filled with ecstasy as he closed the jade box and tossed it at Fan Ling below. He said, "Ling 'er, take it and retreat first. Blood Sect's Blood Guards, immediately escort the Young Sect Master back to Twilight City."
Under Fan Ming's command, Fan Ling grabbed the cold jade box in his hand and quickly stuffed it into his storage ring. With a wave of his hand, dozens of Blood Sect Blood Guards left the battle circle and escorted Fan Ling to the south.
"Ah, bastard Fan, I will not let you have an easy time even if I have to risk my life!"
With the 'Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill' being snatched away, Elder Qing's face was green. She faced the sky and let out a sharp cry. A frightening Dou Qi that was many times more powerful than before wildly surged out from her body in all directions.
Standing on the high slope, Mu Qingxiao hugged the Little Doctor. Seeing a trace of pity in her eyes, Mu Qingxiao patted her shoulder and said, "Counterattack before death. Let's go."
The Little Doctor nodded slightly. As she turned around, she glanced at the miserable Elder Qing and Fan Ying. Her beautiful eyes were filled with determination. She wanted to remember this scene forever.
The strong preyed on the weak. This was the reality.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao's eyes flashed with a trace of relief. The surrounding space distorted, and the two figures disappeared on the spot.
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About ten minutes later, in the forest a thousand meters away, two silhouettes lightly landed. The team behind them was rushing over, but when they saw this, they stopped abruptly.
In the dense forest, two figures were shrouded in black robes. Opposite them were the Blood Sect's Blood Guards and Fan Ling.
The instant he saw Mu Qingxiao and the Little Doctor, Fan Ling's eyes brightened. His face was gloomy as he coldly said, "The heavens are really looking after me. I did not expect to meet you here."
"Junior Sect Leader, they have come with ill intentions. You should quickly return to Twilight City. We will cover your retreat."
One of the Dou Ling class Blood Guards had a better brain. He secretly scolded Fan Ling for being an idiot. The two of them had appeared here out of thin air. It was obvious that they were here for them.
"Why are we leaving? Everyone in the 'Sky Serpent Mansion' is dead. Our whereabouts are mysterious. There is no need to rush."
Just as the words left his mouth, Fan Ling's eyes were filled with killing intent as he said, "Since they have taken the initiative to deliver themselves to me, it saves me the trouble of searching everywhere. The few of you don't need to bother about me. Quickly kill them and snatch the 'Colorful Spirit Fruit' for me."
Hearing Fan Ling's words, Mu Qingxiao smiled disdainfully and said, "You want the 'Colorful Spirit Fruit'? Do you think you have the life to use it?"
Hearing this, Fan Ling was stunned. After being stunned for a while, his face became extremely ferocious as he said, "You're seeking death …"
However, before the words had left his mouth, an extremely frightening aura, with Mu Qingxiao as the center, pressed down on Fan Ling and the others from all directions.
In an instant, it was as though the world had collapsed. The pupils of the two Dou Lings shrunk intensely. Their bodies were covered in cold sweat and their minds were completely blank.
When they recovered, fresh blood shot out. A second before they fell into darkness, they saw a couple of familiar headless corpses. The corpses were their own.
The frightening pressure was withdrawn the moment it was released. The Blood Guards around Fan Ling had already fallen to the ground. In the blink of an eye, they had become headless corpses. Eight heads rolled onto the grass and fresh blood dyed the ground red.
At this moment, Fan Ling blankly looked at the corpses around him. His eyes revealed a rich fear. In addition to the fear, he immediately became limp on the ground. His entire body trembled unceasingly.
This aura was many times more frightening than his father's. It caused him to be unable to even raise the slightest bit of resistance. Following which, a pool of yellow liquid flowed out uncontrollably from his pants.
"Ta ta …"
Soft footsteps sounded. Fan Ling raised his head. His expression was terrified as he looked at Mu Qingxiao who had already appeared in front of him. His face was covered in tears, "Se … Senior …"
Mu Qingxiao extended her hand and grabbed his neck. Like lifting a little chick, she lifted him into the air and said in a flat tone, "The brain is a good thing. Remember to bring it along when you go out in your next life."
"Crack!"
Just as her words sounded, her palm gently exerted force. Following a clear breaking sound, Fan Ling's head was powerlessly tilted to one side. Before he died, his eyes revealed an endless amount of fear.
She removed the storage ring from his finger and casually threw Fan Ling's corpse to one side like it was trash.
After wiping away the spiritual imprint on the storage ring, Mu Qingxiao glanced at it and was slightly stunned. Immediately, the corners of her mouth were lifted into a smile.
Other than the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pellet, there were many other good things. For example, the Phoenix Fire Phosphorus Fruit, Green Rockwood, Pith Cultivating Root and so on. They were all Tier 5 Spiritual Medicines. Any one of them could make a bunch of cultivators jealous.
"As expected of the Blood Sect's Junior Sect Leader. There are many good things. My luck is not bad. Xian Er, there are a few Spiritual Medicines that you can use." After saying that, Mu Qingxiao took out the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pellet and handed the storage ring to the Little Doctor.
After receiving the storage ring, the Little Doctor kept it and said gently, "I'm afraid Fan Ling is about to catch up. Let's leave quickly."
"En, let's go."
Nodding her head slightly, Mu Qingxiao extended her hand and hugged the Little Doctor's slender waist. The surrounding space distorted and the two of them disappeared into thin air.
Three minutes after the two of them left, a tyrannical aura landed in the forest. Fan Ling frowned and quickly walked to the empty space in the forest. In the next second, his body fiercely trembled.
The surrounding ground had already been dyed red with fresh blood. The ground was covered with the headless corpses of the Blood Guards. The heads had fallen to the side. As for Fan Ling, he had fallen into the bushes and had long since lost all signs of life.
In an instant, Fan Ling's breathing suddenly became hurried. His eyes were crimson red and the aura of a four star Dou Huang wildly surged out from his body. He hysterically said, "Who, who exactly killed my son!"
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