The Nine Reincarnations are Unleashed, and the Sickly Villain Heroine Arrives

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Wen Yuning did not leave just yet. The wounds on her body were too painful, and the wounds in her heart could not hurt.

The seeds of hatred have already sprouted and are deeply rooted in my heart.

Wen Yuning leaned against the wall haggardly, just like that day seven years ago when she left here crying.

She had nothing to care about anymore. Wenfu, full of laughter and laughter, was gone, and the young master Shen she loved in her heart also left because of her.

Even the sister she had grown up with had changed. She had become so cold and indifferent that she no longer recognized her.

She and Jiang Qianqiu are so similar. They are both people destroyed by hatred. They both have no homes.

Unlike Jiang Qianqiu, Wen Yuning couldn't even grasp her own destiny or see clearly.

Wen Yuning, who was originally desperate, felt a glimmer of hope ignite like a spark from the moment she saw Jiang Qianqiu again.

Jiang Qianqiu is the flame of revenge in Wen Yuning's heart.

Even if this is just a flame that begins to burn, Wen Yuning firmly believes that a spark can start a prairie fire.

There will be a day when Wen Yuning can see that group of people and pay the due price for themselves.

During this period, Wen Yuning wanted to live well, and she wanted to see that day with her own eyes.

"You were kicked out too."

Wen Yuning noticed that someone was looking at her and turned to look at Shen Jing's dog head.

Di Jing, who was discovered, turned his head in embarrassment, mentally sorting out the gossip he had heard.

There seems to be some big secret between the two women and the male corpse.

Especially when his master did something like that to a corpse, Di Jing felt sick.

Not only that, even this woman who appeared out of nowhere looked very interested in the corpse.

Di Jing really couldn't understand these human women. He couldn't understand anything about love and love, but he felt like he was getting wiser.

Fortunately, I am not interested in any of this. How can I enjoy improving my cultivation level?

Di Jing showed contempt.

Wen Yuning suddenly felt dumbfounded. She felt like she was being despised by a dog.

Wen Yuning's cultivation was not high enough to realize that this funny black dog was actually a great demon.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, isn't this the superior second lady of the Wen family?"

At this time, a mocking tone came.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Yuning raised her head and looked up. When she saw the person coming, she was filled with hatred and said, "Zhao Hongye."

"Hey! I'm a little flattered that Miss Wen misses me so much and doesn't call me so affectionately."

Zhao Hongye walked over in a gorgeous robe, the sarcasm in his eyes overflowing.

Behind him was the hunchbacked old man who was always buried in a black robe.

The old man's eyes hidden in the shadows were immediately locked on Di Jing, who was lying beside him.

After looking back and forth but finding nothing wrong, he suddenly frowned.

As soon as he arrived here, the old man in black robe had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to indicate ominous meaning.

In my heart, I felt confused and confused, as if I had a clue about my own death.

Now that he had suddenly left his body three years ago, and this place was the territory of the Netherworld Sect, who could be his death, it couldn't be this stupid-looking black dog.

The old man in black robe kept comforting himself.

"I kill you."

Wen Yuning stood up, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Seeing the enemy deep in his heart again, the culprit who destroyed the Wen family and killed Mr. Shen.

Hatred instantly defeated her reason, and Zhao Hongye's evil deeds became worse and worse in the past seven years.

The entire Tianwu Dynasty was reduced to his harem, and the puppet emperor specially captured some young girls for his enjoyment.

Among them were some women from small sects, all of whom could not escape Zhao Hongye's clutches.

Thinking of this, a long sword appeared in Wen Yuning's hand, and it stabbed away with a cold light.

Zhao Hongye sneered at the corner of his mouth and did not dodge, allowing the sword to strike.

In an instant, the long sword in Wen Yuning's hand was shattered by the protective energy, and her wrist was grabbed and pulled towards her.

What a stupid bitch, she dares to go up no matter what her strength is.

Di Jing lay aside and complained.

"Did Miss Wen couldn't help but come into my arms so quickly? Tsk, tsk, tsk, I think Miss Wen, who was so high and mighty back then, is now reduced to talking to a dead dog."

Zhao Hongye looked at the delicate body in his hand and mocked.

? ? ?

Di Jing, who was lying on his back, suddenly stood up, opened his fangs and looked at him angrily.

If it weren't for Jiang Qianqiu inside, Di Jing would have slapped this ignorant ant to death.

Zhao Hongye didn't care at all, he was just a dog in his eyes

And kicked to death.

He focused all his attention on the watery Wen Yuning, but he didn't know that the fatal crisis had quietly enveloped him.

"Miss Wen, you might as well guess how I knew you were here."

Zhao Hongye's eyes were full of teasing.

"She told you."

Wen Yuning's struggle to break free faltered, and her pretty face turned pale.

Was she so eager to give herself to the person she hated the most?

"You're right, but there's no surprise. If I were to say, it's meaningless for you to stay in the Shuiyue Palace. You can't experience the bliss of the world as a woman without sexual desire. It's a pity that I can't taste your beautiful sister, but I still have you. Tonight I will let you experience the life of a god."

Zhao Hongye's eyes were crawling with lustful insects, and he wanted to kill this delicate Wen Yuning on the spot.

"Zhao Hongye, don't you check the almanac before you go out?"

The pale Wen Yuning suddenly thought of something and changed her tone and said coldly.

Zhao Hongye's smile froze and he said, "What do you mean?"

"It seems that my so-called mother accidentally wants you to die."

Wen Yuning didn't say it clearly, but her cold face seemed to explain everything.

Zhao Hongye thought Wen Yuning was just trying to scare him, and said with a rebellious look on his face, "Who can hurt me here, who dares to hurt me."

Looking at Zhao Hongye's ignorant look, Wen Yuning sneered, "Do you think I'm bluffing?"

The next moment, Wen Yuning shouted at the other courtyard, "Jiang Qianqiu, if you don't do it, how long are you going to hug Mr. Shen and kiss him?"

As soon as these words came out, a terrifying pressure in the other courtyard instantly enveloped the two of them.

Zhao Hongye was stunned, and the black-robed old man behind him felt cold on his back and shouted in shock, "Young Master, hurry up, use the Great Teleportation Talisman to go quickly."

Before Zhao Hongye could make any move, a black thunder shot out and blasted him out.

Then, Jiang Qianqiu's shadow appeared above the heads of several people, and the terrifying aura on his body was like the annihilation of the devil.

The black-robed old man had a dry throat and fear in his eyes. He felt the terrifying pressure.

Zhao Hongye, who was struck by the black thunder, did not die. He got up from the pile of stones in a panic. His face was no longer as unruly as before. He took out the paper talisman without hesitation and injected the true energy into the whole person, and disappeared instantly.

"Death talisman, and the great teleportation talisman? I want to see how long you can run."

Jiang Qianqiu's eyes were cold, and his figure instantly turned into a black shadow and chased after him at a high speed.

"Senior..."

The black-robed old man wanted to avenge the name of the sect, but he only heard a cold voice from the horizon.

"Kill him."

The black-robed old man had not yet reacted, but he felt a terrifying pressure blooming around him.

Looking with horrified eyes, he saw that the body of the harmless black dog on the ground was rapidly growing.

In an instant, a shadow as big as a hill enveloped him.

Crack.

Di Jing twisted his head fiercely, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He looked at the ant under his feet with a grim smile: "Damn it, I can finally change back to my original form. I, the old man, will play with you."

In an instant, a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun slapped down.

Boom!

The powerful force directly slapped the ground under his feet and collapsed.

Smoke and dust rose, and the aftermath spread to the surroundings, knocking down rows of houses like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The old man quickly dodged to the side, trembling all over and with fear in his eyes.

Damn it.

The death of the old Taoist really has something to do with the dog.

"Hey! The old man dodged very quickly. I didn't kill you with one slap. Let me see how many times you can dodge."

Seeing that he didn't die with one slap, Di Jing suddenly became interested.

The old man in black robe was in a state of panic, and immediately used his strongest skill, Tongyou Finger, to open the gate of hell and reveal the underworld.

A large amount of dead energy was blasted towards Di Jing with great force.

The sound was so loud that the smoke rose like a whirlwind, covering the figure as big as a hill.

The old man stared at the front just when he felt a little relieved.

A terrifying head poked out from the smoke and said fiercely: "Old man, are you tickling me?"

In the old man's shocked eyes, a huge shadow fell from the sky.

It's over.

These were the last two words in the old man in black robe.

On the other side, Zhao Hongye was in a state of panic.

The person was flying in front, and the soul was chasing behind.

But the black shadow standing on the dark cloud was always following behind, and black lightning flashed from time to time.

He was in a state of disgrace. He only had one death-substitution talisman, which was made by his master Qi Tianxia using the blood of an earth spirit and could withstand a blow from an ordinary person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. But it was broken by the woman.

He only had three large teleportation talismans, each of which could teleport a thousand miles. Now that all three were used up, his true energy was about to run out.

Seeing the danger behind him getting closer and closer, Zhao Hongye hurriedly asked for help: "Master, save me."

Thousands of miles away, in the retreat under the Netherworld Sect, Qi Tianxia suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who dares to kill my disciple."

Qi Tianxia immediately calculated Zhao Hongye's location, but found that he was at least 5,000 miles away from him, and he was in retreat now, so he could only pass through the phantom of the token on Zhao Hongye's body.

However, this would weaken his strength, and the farther the distance, the weaker his strength.

Without giving him time to think so much, a phantom descended immediately.

"Who are you, chasing my disciple."

Qi Tianxia's figure fell beside Zhao Hongye, who was panting in the sky.

Seeing the master coming, Zhao Hongye's confidence was immediately full.

"Master, this woman is chasing me. Please catch her and seal her cultivation. I want to kill her."

Zhao Hongye's eyes were cold.

Qi Tianxia frowned, staring at the dark cloud not far away.

When the dark cloud approached, Qi Tianxia immediately saw the other party's cultivation.

Spiritualization stage?

No, not the ordinary Spiritualization stage.

Qi Tianxia frowned, and he felt the power comparable to the Fusion stage from Jiang Qianqiu.

"Who are you, and whose disciple are you?"

Qi Tianxia's majestic pressure collided with Jiang Qianqiu's cold murderous intent, and the space seemed to be violently shaken.

To be able to cultivate such a disciple, the master behind him must be a great man.

Whose disciple is he, and why has he never heard of such a person in the world of immortal cultivation.

Without seeing Jiang Qianqiu's moves, Qi Tianxia couldn't figure out who he was from.

"You are his master."

Jiang Qianqiu's eyes were cold and piercing.

"I am his master, junior, tell me whose disciple you are."

Qi Tianxia said in an unyielding tone.

Jiang Qianqiu looked at him with bloodthirsty murderous intent: "Heh~ Since you are his master, you deserve to die too."

"How dare you! No one dares to talk to me like this in all these years."

Qi Tianxia frowned and shouted angrily, and the might of heaven pressed on him.

This pressure had no effect on Jiang Qianqiu.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense, you dare to bark at a shadow."

Jiang Qianqiu's cold eyes flashed with black light, and the sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant.

With a finger, many thick black lightnings came to kill, and this blow like a demon made the void roar.

Qi Tianxia's face changed, he didn't expect this girl to start a fight as soon as she said it.

He reacted quickly and immediately slapped a palm in response, and a majestic blow went straight into the sky.

Boom!

The terrifying power exploded between heaven and earth.

At the moment of the fight, Qi Tianxia's face changed, and his power was actually crushed by the black thunder.

The phantom on his body cracked, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

Qi Tianxia was so shocked that he could not be described in words.

His phantom had at least the strength of the early stage of the Void Realm, but now it was suppressed by a girl in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm.

The terrifying black thunder swept over like a calamity.

"Die."

Jiang Qianqiu approached and stepped on one foot.

Rumble.

The surging wrath of thunder was one-sided, and in an instant, the phantom of Qi Tianxia was smashed into pieces.

"I'll give you one last word. I killed all your disciples. I will kill you in five years."

Jiang Qianqiu's cold words echoed in the sky and sky, and she knew that Qi Tianxia would definitely hear them.

Zhao Hongye, who was gloating on the side, was completely dumbfounded.

His master couldn't get any benefit from this woman of unknown origin.

Jiang Qianqiu didn't waste time talking to this person. The black lightning on his fingertips instantly turned Zhao Hongye into ash.

In the Tianwu Dynasty, Wen Yuning buried her head in Shen Shuchou's arms.

With tears streaming down her face, she murmured in thought: "Mr. Shen, it would be great if you still had a heartbeat."