Murong Qianxun looked at Duan Yiyi indifferently and said slowly, "Actually, I don’t need to explain to you at all, but for the reputation of my master, I must tell you, Qin Yi was not killed by my master."
Duan Yiyi’s pale little face was full of sarcasm: "Are you trying to say that my little husband’s death has nothing to do with you at all?"
Murong Qianxun was silent for a mont, then said indifferently, "It does have sothing to do with us, but not much. To be honest, it was his own greed that got him killed."
"Nonsense, I wouldn’t believe a single punctuation mark of what you say. Who was my little husband? If not for the Vermilion Bird, who could have killed him?" Duan Yiyi shouted furiously.
Murong Qianxun’s face darkened slightly: "On account that you’re Qin Yi’s kin, I am telling you this. But if you insult my master again, don’t bla for being rude."
"Pah, don’t play the virtuous after being a whore. If you’re a dog, don’t pretend to be human. If you’re willing to kill even my little husband, what do you think I am in your eyes? Your so-called sparing is just to earn yourself a good reputation."
"Murong Qianxun, but let tell you. I ca today to die on Vermilion Bird Mountain, to let everyone know it was you who caused my little husband’s death, to let the world see your true nature. So-called gods are nothing but demons."
Murong Qianxun’s face turned icy, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
Actually, Duan Yiyi was right, there were rumors outside that the Vermilion Bird killed Qin Yi. If she killed Duan Yiyi, then this matter would be unclear forever.
"Murong Qianxun, I know your cultivation is deep, but I’m not afraid of you. Show whatever skills you have. I ca here not planning to go back alive; my little husband must be lonely down there, and I’ll just go to keep him company."
As the words fell, Duan Yiyi’s aura surged, the Golden Saber in her hand shrouded in scarlet light, the dozens of ters long scarlet saber shadow appeared again.
"Murong Qianxun, prepare to die."
Duan Yiyi’s small face was pale as paper, shouting angrily, swinging the saber towards Murong Qianxun in the air.
Murong Qianxun snorted coldly, raised her hand, and a wave of fire swept out.
Boom!
The scarlet saber shadow dozens of ters long was directly devoured by the fire wave, disappearing without a trace, as if sinking into the sea.
The Shura Slash is powerful, but Duan Yiyi’s cultivation is lacking, and she was too exhausted to even face Murong Qianxun in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Duan Yiyi’s slender body swayed, as she was so exhausted she could only hold onto the saber hilt to avoid falling.
"I’ll give you one more chance, kneel and repent, and I’ll spare your life."
Duan Yiyi’s small face was as pale as death, full of mockery: "The ones who should repent are you and the Vermilion Bird; you should repent to my little husband and to all living things."
"Do you really think I don’t dare kill you?" Murong Qianxun said coldly.
"Of course you dare. Why wouldn’t you? With the Vermilion Bird protecting you, is there anyone in this world you wouldn’t dare kill?"
"If you can’t beat soone, just call the Vermilion Bird to kill them for you. The little ones can’t beat them, so the shaless old ones step in. Truly, birds of a feather flock together, it’s disgusting."
"You’re looking for death."
Murong Qianxun was infuriated, raising her hand and sending a palm strike towards Duan Yiyi, the Palm Wind sweeping out.
However, a brilliant ripple of Purple Light erupted from Duan Yiyi’s body, shattering her Palm Wind directly.
"Hmm?" Murong Qianxun paused briefly.
Duan Yiyi sneered: "This is the Death Replacent Talisman my little husband set on ; you weren’t his match while he was alive, and you can’t break what he left behind after his death. Apart from relying on your master, you’re useless."
Murong Qianxun’s expression turned icy, the air within hundreds of ters around her suddenly beca violent, and a terrifying aura rolled out from her body.
Duan Yiyi’s words had completely enraged her.
"Is that so? Let break it for you to see."
Boom!
A wave of fire swept out, forming several giant Fire Pythons roaring toward Duan Yiyi.
Boom!
The first Fire Python was shattered by the Death Replacent Talisman.
Boom!
The second one was also so.
The third... the fourth...
Crack!
After the fifth Fire Python, cracks appeared in the purple barrier ford by the Death Replacent Talisman.
Boom!
The sixth Fire Python shattered the Death Replacent Talisman, the fire waves swept out, Duan Yiyi spewed a mouthful of blood, her long saber slipped from her hand, and she was sent flying tens of ters away, her clothes burned to tatters by the fire, her hair in disarray, and her once fair and clean little face now darkened, her eyes unfocused.
Pft!
Bright red blood gushed from her mouth, but her lips curled into a smile.
"Little husband, take your ti on the road to the afterlife, I’m coming to find you..."
Duan Yiyi murmured to herself, struggling to reach out to wipe the dust off her face. She couldn’t let her little husband see her dirty... She turned her head slightly, seeing the little white jade flower that was originally tied on her whip lying scattered on the ground, a gift from her little husband, she couldn’t lose it.
Duan Yiyi struggled to reach out and grab the little white jade flower, but she was too injured, her internal organs had shifted, and she couldn’t reach it even though it was only a few centiters away, tears flowing from her eyes in anxiety.
Murong Qianxun was stunned, she hadn’t ant to hurt Duan Yiyi, but her competitiveness had gotten the better of her, wanting to break the Death Replacent Talisman Qin Yi had left, without thinking too much.
She could clearly feel Duan Yiyi’s life force rapidly disappearing.
But she practiced the Fire Attribute Technique, not suitable for saving people.
Swish!
Suddenly, a Silver Light tore through the air, carrying a frightening killing intent towards her.
Murong Qianxun was slightly startled, then raised her hand, directly crushing the Silver Light in mid-air.
Three figures flashed like lightning.
They were Lan Jiaojiao, Yin Chen, and Yin Qingyi.
Since the place they were harvesting herbs was not far from Vermilion Bird Mountain, they arrived in just a few hours.
"Who dares trespass on Vermilion Bird Mountain?" Murong Qianxun instinctively shouted.
"Yiyi." Lan Jiaojiao saw the barely breathing Duan Yiyi lying on the ground at a glance, and her eyes turned red on the spot as she rushed over frantically.
"Jiaojiao, you know her?" Yin Qingyi asked.
Lan Jiaojiao didn’t have ti to answer Yin Qingyi’s question, looking at Duan Yiyi helplessly. She was in such a miserable state that even soone as skilled as her in dicine didn’t know how to proceed.
"Yiyi, I’m Lan Jiaojiao, do you rember ?"
Duan Yiyi’s mind was already blurred, she was now relying solely on her last bit of willpower to try and grab that little white jade flower.
Lan Jiaojiao’s fingertips trembled, hastily taking out a Jade Bottle, pouring out an Elixir and putting it into Duan Yiyi’s mouth.
But at this mont, Duan Yiyi had even forgotten how to swallow; all she could see was that little white jade flower.
Lan Jiaojiao raised her hand, Silver Light flickering, helping Duan Yiyi to refine the Elixir, frantically moving energy to heal her wounds.
This Elixir was a Healing Holy dicine refined by Lan Jiaojiao according to the records in the Inheriting Heaven Pearl, with amazing efficacy.
"Yiyi, I’m Lan Jiaojiao, we’ve t before, do you rember ?"
Duan Yiyi seed to regain a bit of consciousness, murmuring blankly: "Jiaojiao sister?"
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