On the ninth floor of the forbidden attic, Duan Ziqian is painting.
The painting is of one of the most dangerous places, the "Saint Killing Valley", which is dedicated and meticulous.
Wen Tianshu came to the courtyard seriously and asked for an audience three times, but he never raised his head and paid attention.
Next to the bookshelf, a masked woman was meditating with a painful expression, and a large amount of black mist appeared around her.
She clenched her hands tightly, the joints creaking when she pinched them, and her sharp nails dug into the flesh of her palms, oozing out traces of scarlet.
Duan Ziqian turned a blind eye and remained calm.
"Ancestor..."
The masked woman's delicate body trembled and she breathed quickly: "I, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."
"That mysterious deduction of heavenly law is extremely powerful, and I can't resist it at all."
"The tortoise shell is connected to my soul. If it hurts me, I will suffer backlash."
Duan Ziqian softly said "En", paused for a moment and said: "The one who took action was Wenren Siyu, a seventeenth-level True Immortal. It's normal that you can't handle it."
"But don't underestimate this semi-holy tortoise shell. Its owner is the semi-holy "Turtle Qiu" from the demon world thirty thousand years ago."
"Half saint, half saint, after all, he is a figure who is above the way of heaven."
"Wenren Siyu can't hurt you, and no one in this world can find out your true identity under my nose."
As he said that, he put down the ink-stained brush, walked straight to the masked woman and said, "This hand will bring misfortune to the east water."
"Using the cause and effect contained in the tortoise shell to divert attention, I believe no one except Wu Diangu Changxiao will find the loopholes in it."
"In this way, you can practice in our Wen Palace without any worries and continue to work for me."
The masked woman didn't seem to understand, and her whole body was shaky.
Duan Ziqian smiled and reassured: "Don't be anxious, just wait."
"How can we let Wenren Siyu go so easily?"
"Anyone who helps Suning, no matter who he is, will be my enemy and Wen Dian's enemy."
His eyes sparkled, he bowed and sat opposite the masked woman and said, "Your mission is to improve your personal cultivation as soon as possible."
"A palace of literary energy will help you practice, but a mere third-level true immortal is far from enough."
"What you have to surpass is not only Suning, who possesses the dragon and phoenix dharma, but also Su Xinglan, who is a born saint."
Raise your hand and point your finger.
Duan Ziqian's robes fluttered, and his tone was full of arrogance as he said: "This move is called to invite you to enter the urn."
"boom."
The immortal power was dazzling, and the black tortoise shell covering the masked woman's face suddenly glowed with two kinds of light, one black and one white.
...
At the same time, Huaxia, Kunlun back mountain forbidden area.
Wenren Siyu, who had the upper hand in the Tiandao deduction, changed his complacent attitude and stepped back, his straight waist suddenly bent.
His pupils shrank in shock, his face turned red and he said, "Sure enough, Lingxi is in your demon world."
"Wow."
Before she could finish talking to herself, the tortoise shell that had been retreating steadily floated quietly, and its momentum surged.
The black and white lights filled the air, and the pressure was overwhelming.
"boom."
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Wenren Siyu's raised right hand was crushed on the spot.
The thin body fell backwards and smashed into a corner of the wall. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
"senior......"
Suning was horrified and rushed over to help her: "How are you?"
What answered him was the blood spit out by Wenren Siyu.
His chest was heaving violently, and his face was as pale as snow.
Suning panicked and took out a lot of healing elixirs from the Qiankun bag.
