I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 243 Battle

Mu Wanwan's voice was very soft, as if any louder would wake up the sleeping soul.

Xiao Fengyuan was only a little shocked when he saw Hua Ying offering sacrifice, but he returned to his calm demeanor.

There was even a somewhat satisfied smile on his face at this moment.

Xiao Fengyu realized in hindsight: "She grabbed the jade pendant not just for fun."

Mu Wanwan looked at him looking a little dazed and quickly put the jade pendant away.

The earth trembled more violently, and Mu Wanwan cast her gaze into the distance.

Can't see anything clearly.

But when the fallen immortal comes out of his cage, he can smell the smell of blood that stretches for miles just for a moment.

Mu Wanwan only felt cold, bone-chilling cold.

There is no way for walking corpses and fallen immortals to emit such a smell. There is only one possibility: the immortal disciples suffered heavy casualties.

She silently clenched her fists and looked up at the initiator.

"Is this part of your plan?" Mu Wanwan said silently.

Xiao Fengyuan smiled and looked at her: "The Left and Right Open Heaven Formation just needs sacrifices. As long as the spiritual power is strong enough, it doesn't matter who sacrifices it. Speaking of which, I also want to thank her for not returning the evil energy to me. If she returned it to me, I'm afraid it will be much easier for you to end this game."

Mu Wanwan felt sad after hearing this: "So, the person who has been with you day and night for more than 800 years has passed away, and all you want to say is that she died well?"

Xiao Fengyuan said indifferently: "I don't need others to do this kind of thing for me. On the contrary, as long as she is obedient and lives a life without sorrow or joy as a chess piece, I can be tolerant to her. In the final analysis, only the weak have feelings. , Hua Ying is like this, and so are you."

Mu Wanwan couldn't bear it any longer, summoned the Yan Yan Sword and flew towards Xiao Fengyuan.

Xiao Fengyuan didn't even blink, he just stretched out two fingers and easily caught Cheng Yan.

"Miss Mu, why bother?"

Mu Wanwan smiled, suddenly pulled out the Yan Yan Sword, turned over and landed lightly on the ground.

Xiao Fengyuan smiled and stopped Mangming.

"Miss Mu, this move is useful for others, but it is useless for me." He stretched out his finger and talked about Mang Ming's sword. "I remember I said, Miss Mu, don't use Mang Ming again when you see me next time." Yes. But Miss Mu, you always disobey me."

The vastness ignited into a fire in Xiao Fengyuan's hand, and the dark sword body was filled with blood at this moment.

Mu Wanwan also felt something bad: "Could it be."

Seeing Xiao Fengyuan slashing out with his sword, Mu Wanwan hurriedly avoided it.

With just one sword strike, the entire Moon and Earth Cloud Staircase was split into two halves, with one half collapsing and the other half falling.

"I haven't used the sword for many years, but now I feel a little unfamiliar with it."

Mu Wanwan also felt in a daze that she had made a big mistake, confused. Or maybe it would be more appropriate to call it Annihilation now.

Xiao Fengyuan was its original owner.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were in a trance, the vast sword spirit was peeled off from her body, and her eyes gradually changed color.

The once lively boy has now become a killing weapon.

Mu Wanwan only felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. When she was about to lose her mind, she heard the faint Zen sound chanted to her by Ji Kong.

"What kind of magic is this? It can actually peel off the sword spirit that has already recognized its master." Xiao Fengyu's voice was a little labored.

"I think it has something to do with the weak fairy roots that Miss Mu inexplicably gained." Fu Huaiying thought for a while and then spoke carefully. "I remember that Miss Mu didn't have fairy roots at that time."

Yes, fairy root.

Even her immortal roots belong to Feng Yuan.

Not to mention the sword that recognized its owner.

I'm afraid only Sword Spirit knows in his heart who he regards as the master.

The memory is getting further and further away, as if it is drowning her in the deep sea.

Mu Wanwan felt that even breathing had become difficult. She now had a splitting headache. It turned out that it was so painful to have a part of her consciousness forcibly ripped away.

"Dang." The sound of the Zen staff hitting the ground hit his ears, temporarily restoring Mu Wanwan's consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes and stood up unsteadily.

In addition to the original few people holding the barrier in front of her, there were a few more familiar faces.

"Sister Wanwan, how about it? It's not too late for me to come."

Su Hu's face was dripping with sweat, and veins were popping up on his forehead, but he still pretended to say such words in a relaxed manner.

Mu Wanwan smiled laboriously and looked up at Xiao Fengyuan.

He didn't say anything, lowered his head and smiled again.

Xiao Fengyuan put away his sword: "Miss Mu said that she would be stronger next time we meet, but she still hasn't fulfilled her promise."

Mu Wanwan said nothing and paused before looking up again.

"I just want to ask, if Mangmang is yours, what about Chengyan?"

Xiao Fengyuan stepped back and slowly stepped onto the main seat of Lingxiao Palace.

The majestic and majestic main seat in the past is now in tatters, but he is like the king of this land, sitting on the ruins, with a smile on his face and his words that kill people.

"I don't think Miss Mu can bear the second time in a short period of time."

This is the answer. The sword called the divine weapon by Taiyan Palace is also his.

The sound of slashing and killing could be heard in the distance, and Mu Wanwan tiredly threw Cheng Yan down.

The sound of the sword falling to the ground drowned out the killing blow, and Xiao Fengyuan raised the corners of his lips.

"The people and things you have sacrificed everything for actually no longer belong to you. Perhaps to put it more seriously, they have all betrayed you."

Mu Wanwan said calmly: "How can you be better than me? Aren't the people around you betraying you one after another?"

Xiao Fengyuan held Mang Mang in front of him and looked at it carefully.

"We are different. I don't ask people to love me, to be loyal to me, or to surrender to me. I have plenty of ways to let them do things for me. If one person doesn't succeed, I'll replace him with another. As long as it works, who can?

What do you mean?"

Mu Wanwan didn't want to say more, she stretched out her hands and stepped forward.

"Wanwan."

Song Zhujun shouted worriedly, and Mu Wanwan turned around and smiled.

Then he walked resolutely towards Xiao Fengyuan.

"Why bother? Why bother yourself like this just for something you can't get? I originally wanted to leave you a complete corpse for the sake of your face."

Mu Wanwan ignored the sarcasm in Xiao Fengyu's painting, and used the invisible blade condensed with spiritual power to slash towards Xiao Fengyuan.

Xiao Fengyuan just dodged, but a piece of his clothes was still cut off by Mu Wanwan.

"You really are a headache."

Xiao Fengyu's voice suddenly changed, and everyone present could hear his displeasure.

Sure enough, in the next second, Xiao Fengyuan slashed with his sword.

It was more than ten times more powerful than the sword I tried before.

Mu Wanwan was calm and collected her spiritual power to block it, but when she turned around inadvertently, she saw several people behind her, who came to her side and shared the sword with her.

But the power was too great. Mu Wanwan had just been stripped of the sword spirit and her consciousness was weak. A sudden mouthful of blood dyed the invisible sword in her hand red.

A gentle breeze stirred beside her, and Mu Wanwan's kneeling body was gently lifted up.

The person who came just flicked his sleeve and threw back the sword energy.

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