"Boom!" The Spirit Treasure's power completely erupted, capable of collapsing a mountain.
Xiao Nuolan didn't move, and she let the Infinite Spirit Ring strike her porcelain-like face. The Infinite Spirit Ring was only an inch away from her jade-like skin, but it suddenly bounced back.
The Spirit Treasure was bounced back, and the six ancient diagrams were shattered. The key was that she didn't even move, yet the Spirit Treasure was still knocked away.
"Cough …"
Everyone was shocked. Sure enough, this was the birth of an evil woman. Even a Spirit Treasure couldn't hurt her. She wanted to kill someone as a sacrifice to the dao, and this person was Feng Feiyun. His blood would dye the yellow ancient well red.
Trespassing into a place that one shouldn't have trespassed into, one must pay the price.
"Xiao … Xiao … Nuolan!"
Feng Feiyun squeezed out these words from the gap of his teeth. Perhaps he could save his life. In front of this evil woman, even Ju Qing wouldn't dare to fight recklessly. That would be courting death, ah!
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the red color in Xiao Nuolan's eyes slightly dimmed. It was as if she didn't believe that after one thousand years, there would still be people who knew her name.
If there was someone who could call out the three words "Feiyun" at this moment, Feng Feiyun would still be startled.
During this moment of absent-mindedness, Feng Feiyun quickly shook off her fingers, and he put away the Infinite Spirit Ring. He wanted to carry Nalan Xuejian and escape from this place.
"Xiao … Nuolan."
She softly murmured to herself, and her eyes became a bit sluggish. Then, they revealed a glimmer, and she murmured: "Right, my name is Xiao Nuolan!"
A person who had died for more than one thousand eight hundred years, in the end, still remembered her name. The memories in her mind were like a tidal wave. There were some people and some things that she still didn't forget, but it was no different from forgetting them. Too much time had passed, and even the appearance of her close family members had become blurred. The most unforgettable friend was only a faint shadow.
Ten years of time was enough for people to fade away the appearance of their best friend. Then what about twenty years?
Thirty years?
What's more, it had been more than 1,800 years. She had almost forgotten her own name, let alone someone else.
Multicolored light no longer shot out from the yellow ancient well, and even those ancient formations had already been destroyed. A Ju Qing saw that she was absent-minded, so he brazenly made a move, wanting to catch her off guard and kill her.
Without the obstruction of the multicolored light, the giant easily reached her head. Countless bolts of lightning intertwined on his palm, as if he wanted to crush everything into powder.
Xiao Nuolan's eyes flashed slightly. She waved her sleeves gently, and a ray of light flew out from her sleeves, dispersing the lightning that filled the sky.
That Ju Qing didn't expect Xiao Nuolan to wake up so quickly. Her eyes only stared at him for a moment, but it made him feel a chill in his heart. His heart beat violently as if it was about to jump out of his body.
What kind of monster was this?
This Ju Qing was also a character who could move unhindered in the world, but he had never been so timid before. It was as if he had met his natural enemy. He wanted to withdraw his palm and retreat, but he felt that his neck was being squeezed by a cold hand.
It was like a bloody hook in the hand of the Grim Reaper, hooking his neck, filling him with fear!
"Crack!"
This Ju Qing wasn't as lucky as Feng Feiyun. His neck was broken by her slender jade-like hand, and even his head was taken off by her bare hands. It was like picking a watermelon from the ground.
However, this "watermelon" was dripping blood!
The head of a Great Ancestor, who had shaken an entire region, had been easily broken by someone. Even his head had been plucked off, and he was pinched in her hand like a rubber ball.
"Bang!"
Ju Qing's body fell from above. It was a headless corpse, and his neck was still bleeding and emitting hot smoke.
Xiao Nuolan quietly looked at the head in her hand as if she was looking at a work of art. She felt more and more disgusted. Bang!
The head was crushed by her and turned into a bloody mist that dyed her white and delicate hand red.
No one could laugh at this moment. They only felt chills all over their bodies. Was she even human?
She took Ju Qing's head with her bare hands and crushed it into bloody powder. She was truly a devil, a devil that killed without blinking an eye.
The moment Feng Feiyun escaped from the godly temple, he heard a "bang" coming from behind him. The moment he turned around, he saw Ju Qing's head being crushed by her.
His entire body shivered. Earlier, if he didn't call out her name and fight for a chance of survival, then his head would have been crushed. This bloodthirsty Evil Woman was definitely not the Xiao Nuolan of the past, and she was also not the infatuated beauty of the Mortal Life Temple that the abbot was infatuated with.
At this moment, there was only resentment and murderous intent in her heart!
When a person died, they would truly die. Even if they came back to life, they would no longer be the same person.
Feng Feiyun was like this, and Xiao Nuolan was also like this!
"Bam!"
The earthen walls of the godly temple collapsed, and an ancient monk corpse crawled out from the rubble. The buddhist robe on its body was mostly rotten, and the skin on its body was scorched black. In some places, it was rotten to the point where only the bones remained. Its pair of empty eyes stared straight at Feng Feiyun, and then it rushed forward.
The moment Xiao Nuolan woke up, the formations inside the godly temple were already destroyed. Even Monk Jiu Rou couldn't suppress these ancient monk corpses, so they could escape the restrictions of the godly temple.
Thus, all of the ancient monk corpses went berserk. Some smashed through the halls, some crushed the buddhist statues, and some directly rushed out of the godly temple to attack the cultivators.
"Ah!
Older Brother … "
"What the hell is this?"
…
More than one thousand ancient monk corpses, all of them had a strong murderous aura. They wore tattered monastic robes, and they slaughtered in all directions.
A young disciple of the Feng Clan had his heart dug out by an ancient corpse. In the end, he was dismembered and died in an extremely miserable manner. He could only watch as his own bloody heart was eaten by an ancient corpse.
A little sister from an immortal gate was bitten to death by an ancient corpse. The blood vessels on her white neck were pulled out like red ribbons, and they were still gurgling with blood.
"This time … it was really like what that crow mouthed monk said. I'm afraid that not long from now, the entire Grand Southern Prefecture will flow with rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood!"
Feng Feiyun's fist blew away the ancient monk corpse that had just rushed forward. This fist of his was not weak, but it only knocked it away and didn't shatter it.
These ancient monk corpses had undergone the second Corpse Transformation. Their corpses were indestructible and impervious to fire and water. Even a God Base cultivator would be torn into two halves by them.
If it was only Xiao Nuolan, this great devil, coming into being, then perhaps many people would die, but it wouldn't be enough to cause a monstrous disaster. However, with more than one thousand ancient monk corpses rushing out, it was truly a great disaster. Everywhere they went, there would be corpses for thousands of miles.
"The entire Grand Southern Prefecture's calamity has arrived!"
The ancestor of the Dayan Gate was standing on the back of the Ancestral Wind Beast with the Sky Breaking Sword hanging on his waist. He looked at the corpse clouds below and predicted that in the next few months, the Grand Southern Prefecture would have a heaven-shattering change, and many great powers would be destroyed.
Jing Huan Mountain was not far from Violet Firmament Ancient City, so the first to bear the brunt of this disaster would be Violet Firmament Ancient City. No one knew how many cultivators would die in this battle.
The ancestor of the Dayan Gate personally saw the fall of a giant. At this moment, his corpse was still lying next to the yellow ancient well, and it had been frozen into ice fragments by the cold air.
"Ah!"
The ancestor of the Dayan Gate suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He saw that the evil woman, who was standing next to the yellow ancient well, was actually staring at his neck. Her eyes were so frightening that it caused his neck to feel as if it had turned into a block of ice.
"Quickly, run!"
The ancestor of the Dayan Gate only had this thought in his mind. He fiercely slammed his palm on the back of the Ancestral Wind Beast and wanted to control the beast to escape from Jing Huan Mountain's territory.
"Aoo!"
However, the Ancestral Wind Beast not only didn't fly away, but it also let out a sorrowful cry. Its head was pierced by a murderous light, and it exploded into a huge mist of blood. Its huge body fell towards the ground.
The ancestor of the Dayan Gate was even more panicked. Ever since he became famous, he had never panicked like this. It was as if there was a ferocious ghost in white chasing him from behind. The ghost had an iron chain in its hand, and it wanted to take his life.
In the end, he didn't run away. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he blankly stared forward. Xiao Nuolan was standing there. Her pair of crimson eyes shot out two bloody rays that pierced his chest, causing two pillars of blood to shoot out.
A giant of a generation didn't even have the power to fight back!