Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 255: Junior Sister Kidnaps 3 Senior Brothers to Do Big Things

He Zhen slowly put down the sword made of puppet silk, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the monks around him quickly used their soul-suppressing nails to penetrate into his several spiritual veins, sealing off the boy's ability to resist.

He Zhen felt severe pain all over his body, and the spiritual energy in his body seemed to be drained away. He instantly fell into a state of powerlessness.

His knees went weak and he half-knelt on the ground. The sword made of puppet silk slowly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Seeing this, the monks around all smiled proudly.

They knew that He Zhen had lost the power to resist and could no longer pose a threat to them.

The leading monk stepped forward and sneered, "He Zhen, if you had surrendered earlier, why would you have to endure this torture? Now, what else do you have to say?"

He Zhen raised his head, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He said coldly: "Humph, you despicable villains, can you let Fuqiu go now?!"

When the leading monk heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He thought of the order given by that person and snorted coldly: "Dream on, you and her will both die!"

Just as the leading monk raised his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and a powerful demonic energy instantly spread out, suppressing the monks present to the point that they could hardly breathe.

The leading monk's attack was surrounded by this sudden demonic energy, and the spiritual power in his hands was suppressed.

He looked up in shock, only to see a graceful female student standing in front of He Zhen. She was wearing a lavender dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, and there was an evil charm between her brows.

In her hand she held a snow-white sword, the blade of the sword emitting a faint chill and surrounded by a blood-dark demonic aura.

The female cultivator glanced coldly at the cultivators around her, with a hint of disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth.

"You dare to touch my Third Senior Brother? You're seeking death!"

The leading monk was shocked when he saw this. He forced a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, we have no ill intentions. We are just dealing with some internal affairs. I hope you will not interfere."

The female cultivator snorted coldly: "So annoying!"

Before she finished her words, the sword in her hand turned into a streak of blood and flew straight towards the face of the leading monk.

The leading monk was horrified and quickly waved the magic weapon in his hand to resist, but with a "click" sound, the magic weapon was instantly cut off by the sword. The leading monk was also shocked by the evil spirit and flew backwards. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and couldn't get up for a while.

The surrounding cultivators panicked upon seeing this. Their leader was already the strongest, but such a powerful demon cultivator seriously injured her with one blow. They subconsciously retreated.

The female cultivator didn't care at all. She turned around, gently helped He Zhen up, and asked with concern: "He Zhen, are you okay?"

He Zhen only felt a harmless demonic energy rushing into his body, instantly dispelling the severe pain in his body. He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the concerned look in the eyes of the female cultivator. He couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart. He whispered, "I'm fine. Thank you for your help, senior."

The female cultivator smiled slightly and said, "Third Senior Brother, I am Liu Ruyan, why do you say such things?"

He Zhen eagerly grabbed her cold wrist and asked, "Do you know me? Who am I? What does Third Senior Brother mean?"

The female cultivator showed a rare gentle expression and said in a soft voice: "Brother, don't worry. I will tell you after I deal with these people."

Hearing this, He Zhen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, but at the moment he was more concerned about the situation around him.

He endured the discomfort in his body and said coldly: "Liu Ruyan, these people are definitely not good people, and they should not be underestimated."

Liu Ruyan smiled slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes. She knew that this was not the time to explain, and she had to deal with the enemy in front of her first.

She waved her hand lightly, and a powerful demonic energy surged out of her body, instantly enveloping the surrounding monks.

Those monks felt a sense of suffocation, as if they were bound by invisible shackles and unable to move.

Liu Ruyan's demonic energy was so overbearing that it instantly suppressed their spiritual power, making it difficult for them to even think of resisting.

Although the leading monk was seriously injured and lying on the ground, his heart was filled with unwillingness.

He struggled to stand up, but was held down by an invisible force and could not move at all. He hated it in his heart, but he also knew that they had already lost today.

Seeing this, Liu Ruyan curled up a cold smile. She knew that these monks had lost the ability to resist, but she did not intend to let them go easily.

She walked slowly to the leading monk, and gently swung the sword in her hand. A streak of blood instantly streaked across the leading monk's throat.

The leading monk only had time to let out a shrill scream before he fell to the ground and died.

The monks around were even more terrified when they saw this. They knew that they could no longer escape from what happened today.

Liu Ruyan held the blood-stained Muxue sword and walked towards these monks step by step, with blood dripping from the blade.

He Zhen didn't care. He walked to the monk's body and took out the bell that imprisoned the little demon.

He Zhen shook the bell in his hand, and a crisp bell sounded.

A green light flew out of the bell and turned into a petite figure, which was the imprisoned Fuqiu. As soon as she appeared, she rushed towards He Zhen, her eyes full of surprise and gratitude.

"Brother He Zhen, are you okay? I was so worried about you!" Fuqiu's voice was choked with sobs. She hugged He Zhen tightly, fearing that he would disappear again.

He Zhen smiled slightly, showing a rare gentle look, stroked her hair, and said softly: "I'm fine, we are safe now."

The long sword in Liu Ruyan's hand was like the scythe of the god of death, taking away a life with every swing.

The monks opened their eyes wide in horror, but they could not escape their fate.

As the last monk fell, peace returned to the surroundings.

Liu Ruyan gently wiped the blood off the sword, then sheathed it. She turned and walked towards He Zhen and Fuqiu, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"Third Brother, Fuqiu, we can leave now." Liu Ruyan pinched her fingers and flew the sword.

He Zhen nodded. Although he still had many doubts in his mind, he had no choice but to follow Liu Ruyan.

Together with Fuqiu, he followed Liu Ruyan and left this murderous place.

The three of them flew up and disappeared into the night.

The bodies of the monks were left where they were, leaving only a patch of red.