Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

What a strong sense of Realm oppression!

Although extremely weak, this is... sixth rank?

No, not right.

The sixth rank is not that strong, it should be the fifth rank.

Two fifth ranks?

Chen Muwan's heart sank, but there was no ambiguity in her move.

Spirit Power weaves a golden curtain, hanging in front of her like a barrier. The blood in her body seems to be burning, overflowing with strands of Blood Qi. This golden curtain of Spirit Power is soaked in blood, making it more solid.

Spirit Power condenses the elixir, and the curtain hangs like gold.

Taoist practitioners master the power when they are in the eighth level of elixir gathering. After practicing more advanced, they can cross the step of condensing elixir into elixir.

Although the barrier weaved with Spirit Power is far less indestructible than the physical body of a martial artist, it is more suitable for isolating swords, guns, clubs, fists and feet, and does not require the power of a physical carrier.

For example, the power of Confucian words and witchcraft curses can easily penetrate armor and shields, but will be consumed by Spirit Power.

What's more, as Chen Muwan, a seventh-level Taoist and martial artist, her Spirit Power barrier is supplemented by Blood Qi, making it even stronger.

The two auras that suddenly attacked actually condensed into two phantoms after hitting Chen Muwan's barrier.

One is fat, the other is thin.

The blurry face was full of ferocious looks, and the seven orifices were like holes in a dam, pouring out black mud that seemed to have solidified.

That is pure, ultimate evil desire.

Filled with the power of Heavenly Devil!

"Give me, give me...give me--"

The two phantoms, fat and thin, spoke in unison, and the sound struck the mind like a demonic voice calling for life.

What to give you?

My life, or His Highness’s?

With the sudden evil thoughts approaching her, Chen Muwan had no time to think about what the Demon Suppressor had done and allowed the Heavenly Devil Sect to succeed in committing murder in Yujing City.

Although she is the number one Hidden Dragon hand-picked by the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets, she is not so conceited as to think that these two extremely weak fifth-rank phantoms can be stopped by her own Spirit Power barrier blessed with Blood Qi.

No matter how weak fifth rank is, it is still fifth rank.

The gap between the two products is like a firefly and a Bright Moon, it is difficult to compete with each other.

"You...give me-"

As expected, the two phantoms, fat and thin, broke through the barrier in just an instant.

Spirit Power collapsed and Blood Qi disappeared.

The barrier is fragile.

Chen Muwan snorted, and a line of eye-catching blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, but the immortality in her eyes also seeped out.

Spirit Power has not declined, but has gone to the next level.

Take a half step forward.

It's like walking on a tiger's steps, like holding down mountains and rivers.

First Stage and First Stage were wrapped around the palms of the wind, as sharp as a knife. As she printed her palms, the wind wrapped around her palms turned into a violent storm, sweeping away the fat and thin figures.

The pots and pans in the kitchen jingled and flew out in all directions, leaving cracks like knife cuts on the walls.

In an instant, everything was in disarray.

However, the storm that could easily tear away bones and cut flesh fell on the fat and thin shadows, but it was like a few autumn leaves falling on the lake, and it did not disturb the unfathomable bottom of the lake at all.

No more than half a blink of an eye.

The fat shadow raised his head and roared silently, but the black air sprayed from his mouth instantly destroyed the storm.

All the pots and pans fell to the floor.

Cracked, broken.

The thin shadow didn't just watch from the side. When the storm subsided, he shot out a dark wind with a palm.

The palm strength has not yet arrived.

The extremely cold aura was already eroding Chen Muwan's soul.

Death is close at hand.

Chen Muwan retreated, but this palm followed him like a shadow and could not be avoided.

"Wan'er!"

The noble woman rushed forward and passed her friend. Facing the murderous palm wind, a jade hairpin on her head broke quietly, stirring up green light waves and shaking away the thin shadow's palm.

The two women delayed a total of three times. Although they were only hindered for a moment, it was enough.

Support has arrived.

"My boss—"

Yu Yunfang took the lead and rushed into the white table area of ​​the kitchen. She saw two phantoms, fat and thin. She felt as if she were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The oppression from Realm shocked her mind.

Her expression froze suddenly, she bit the tip of her tongue without hesitation, and scolded.

"kill!"

The Blood Essence spurted from the tip of the tongue burned up in mid-air as the word fell, turning into an intangible but containing the power of the curse of life, old age, illness and death, entangling two phantoms, fat and thin.

This is the cursed power of sixth rank.

After the curse was entangled, the two phantoms, fat and thin, became blurred, like clay figurines that had been pinched indiscriminately, and they could no longer see what they looked like before.

I can't tell who is fat and who is thin.

Seeing that the curse was effective and that both her boss and Miss Chen were fine, Yu Yunfang felt relieved. Otherwise, if something happened to either of them, she would have to bear the blame.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

"Give me……"

"dessert!"

"Give me a snack—"

It was impossible to tell which one was fat and which one was thin. Under the curse, the two shadows let out a shrill roar. Like the wind blowing from Nine Nether, the curse wrapped around them suddenly turned into the wind. Candle, light and dark uncertain.

dessert?

Chen Muwan, who was close at hand, widened her eyes. She and His Highness looked at each other. After seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes, they dared not believe that they had heard correctly.

Thought it was aimed at her or His Royal Highness, but it turned out to be for snacks?

no.

is it necessary?

For the sake of snacks, commit the crime of killing the nine tribes?

Even if the Heavenly Devil sect is a group of lunatics who fear the world will not be chaotic, even if the egg yolk cake of Jiuzhenlou is unique in the world, this is too outrageous.

"puff--"

Yu Yunfang vomited a mouthful of blood.

But this time it was not a spell, but her attempt to strengthen the curse wrapped around the two phantoms, but failed. Not only was the curse broken, but the person who cast the spell was also backlashed.

But at this time, Xu Nian, who came half step behind Yu Yunfang, had already raised his hand.

Press down lightly.

The power of heaven and earth descended brilliantly, suppressing the two phantoms.

No more waves can be produced.

"Shopkeeper Yu, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Master Xu doesn't have to worry about me..."

Xu Nian was not pretentious, looking at the two imprisoned phantoms exuding the power of Heavenly Devil, he had a strange expression on his face.

He also heard the "give me a snack" just now, and he couldn't help feeling that Heavenly Devil taught him where he found this wonderful thing.

Doing trouble in Yujing City just for the snacks at Jiuzhenlou?

Compared with the last time when he made a big fuss in Yujing City, where he was an undercover agent, he was attacking in the east and west, and the leader himself took action, the style of painting is completely different.

It's as funny as it gets.

There are many slots and no mouths.

But even though he said that, the evil thoughts flowing out of the two phantoms didn't seem like they would just leave after taking some snacks.

I am afraid that even if you offer snacks with both hands, it will still be difficult to avoid the bloody disaster.

Yu Yunfang adjusted her breath, and was extremely happy to call Xu Nian for help.

Although the two phantoms are extremely weak, the Realm aura exuding is a real fifth rank realm.

That's why she feels oppressive to a sixth-rank practitioner like her.

Breaking through the curse imposed by the burning Blood Essence.

Although Yu Yunfang is not powerless after the curse is broken, if she continues to fight, she still has to protect her boss and Miss Chen, and she may not be the opponent of these two phantoms.

"My boss, Miss Chen, are you all okay?"

"No problem."

The extremely luxurious woman held her long hair that was hanging down due to the broken hosta, and her beautiful face did not have any trace of the panic of life and death.

His expression is calm and his demeanor is dignified.