Unlike the dirty look before, Sang Ling now had a stunningly beautiful appearance.

Her black hair hung down to her ankles, and there was only an ordinary red ribbon tied to her forehead that slightly rolled up her hair. She was dressed in simple black clothes, beautifully complementing her flawless skin.

This evil exuded an aura, even the most confident beauty, felt a sense of awe.

In this life, Lu Chaoyan hated the thing that looked similar to that person the most!

In just a few seconds, although Lu Chaoyan quickly returned to her original state, and there was no longer any disgust or worry on her face, the malice in her heart had already jumped out like a poisonous snake.

The "pig-faced" Witchcraft Cultivator saw the savior and immediately activated the Qiansi Ring, angrily shouting, "Sang Ling, break this bitch's mouth for me! I want her dead!"

Sure enough, a straight man like him had no compassion for women.

Sang Ling, who had always been mistreated by the Witchcraft Cultivator, strangely found a sense of balance in her heart.

The Qiansi Ring was turned on and started.

The Sang Ling puppet transformed into a powerful puppet warrior in an instant. Its eyes were scarlet red and lifeless. As a weapon, its nails had also become red and terrifying. With a cold light as sharp as a blade, it attacked Lu Chaoyan.

Lu Chaoyan sneered, filled her sword with energy, and fought back fiercely.

She had been cultivating in the Gold Internal Alchemy Realm since she was a child. Although she was not as talented as Xie Hanzhou, she was also far better than her peers.

Lu Chaoyan easily repelled Sang Ling's attacks with a few swift strikes of her sword and kicked away the Witchcraft Cultivator who tried to sneak attack her from behind.

Her movements were smooth and standard, and the strength of the disciples of the famous sects was obvious.

The controlled Sang Ling had long lost her mind. Her dull eyes did not care about the sword wounds on her body at all. She clawed towards at Lu Chaoyan's face again. Lu Chaoyan subconsciously raised her sword to resist, and for a moment, there was no way out.

The Witchcraft Cultivator naturally made an attack. Lu Chaoyan suddenly shot out a golden light and bounced back, and the Witchcraft Cultivator immediately flew away.

All the golden light hit Sang Ling, who was behind the Witchcraft Cultivator, and her wound was visible bone-deep.

The Witchcraft Cultivator didn't care about Sang Ling at all. He took the opportunity to launch a palm strike with all the strength of the Gold Internal Alchemy Realm.

Lu Chaoyan still dodged at an incredible angle. She raised her sword and slashed the Witchcraft Cultivator three times. Then she turned around and kicked the Witchcraft Cultivator far away.

Before Lu Chaoyan could breathe a sigh of relief, Sang Ling suddenly appeared quietly beside her, and a pair of cold hands touched her face.

Before Sang Ling could exert any force, a dominant surge of spiritual power slammed into her back, causing an indescribable pain that instantly exploded in her heart. Her whole body convulsed, and she was knocked face-first into the mud.

Sang Ling accidentally ate a mouthful of mud. When she came to her senses, she immediately spat on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Oh no, she was really going to be a starving ghost. Unfortunately, before she could eat the sweet food, she was fed a mouthful of mud by Xie Hanzhou. "You're really narrow-minded. I just didn't wait for you..."

Xie Hanzhou didn't pay attention to the murmur of Sang Ling. He just coldly withdrew his hand, turned his head, and looked at Lu Chaoyan with slight concern. "Are you hurt?"

He was cold and silent, standing tall and straight, like a clay statue god who looked down on the world in the temple.

Lu Chaoyan was standing opposite him with a jade sword in her hand, and her crimson dress was blown by the wind like an immortal.

They were a perfect match.

"I'm fine, Hanzhou. They're just two low-level demonic creatures. They can't hurt me." As she spoke, she lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze growing dim. When she looked up again, her expression turned hesitant as she glanced towards Sang Ling. "How should we deal with them, Hanzhou?"

"Monsters, demons, evil spirits, they are inherently wicked. To eradicate future troubles, we must kill them." His cold and indifferent voice was like ice water splashing on cold stones.

Lu Chaoyan was not surprised by his answer. "It's just..."

She paused for a moment and glanced at Sang Ling's position hesitantly. As she lowered her eyes, there was a faint light in them.

"Hanzhou, I always feel that their background is not clear, and I am afraid that we will miss something. We should interrogate them first and find out the key point. If there is really someone controlling behind all this, we will not miss the clues."

Xie Hanzhou looked indifferent. He just raised his eyelashes slightly and said in a cold voice, "As you say."

Lu Chaoyan did not say anything else. She took out a piece of talisman paper and threw it onto Sang Ling's body. With a force as heavy as a thousand pounds, Sang Ling was pulled back into the mud.

Lu Chaoyan stood quietly with her back to Xie Hanzhou, and her eyes were sarcastic and cold. "Who is the mastermind behind all this? Tell us the truth, or else the Tiandao Sect has plenty of ways and means to make you talk!"

Before the sharp sword energy approached her, her tender white face could not bear it. In an instant, it was cut a few bloody wounds, which were like blue and white peonies, which were scratched by the naughty cat and oozed out a few bright red flower juice. It was very beautiful.

Sang Ling glanced at Xie Hanzhou in the distance with tears in her eyes.

However, Lu Chaoyan slightly shifted her foot, blocking the sight entirely.. "Don't play dirty tricks. If you don't tell me, the other one will definitely be willing to tell me."

The tip of the sword slid to her neck in a threatening manner, leaving an itch in her neck.

Without needing to touch it, Sang Ling knew that her face and neck were now covered in numerous cuts caused by this woman.

Sang Ling's painstakingly cultivated beauty should not be wasted on this woman, and then torn apart by her jealousy like this.

Reluctantly, she stopped crying and said lightly, "He gave the order." Lu Chaoyan pointed back and saw the frightened Witchcraft Cultivator.

Sang Ling continued, "He ordered me to dig out the Gold Internal Alchemy of the cultivator for his cultivation. You could investigate. The Gold Internal Alchemy on his body is also not his own."

The Witchcraft Cultivator was shocked and immediately denied it. "It was not me, You're a puppet of the ghost market! It's all because of your evil cultivation method. You ate their blood and flesh, then forced me to swallow the Gold Internal Alchemy. You want to achieve your powerful goal!"

What a sly old fox, always quick to pass the blame onto others!

Sang Ling was about to deny it, but the woman in front of her had a faint smile on her face. "It's really a dogfight. It seems that there is really no one behind you. Then I'll send you to hell!"

"Damn, she's even worse!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't... Huh? Sob, sob, sob???"

Caught off guard, Lu Chaoyan unexpectedly silenced her with a spell!

"Boohoo! Boohoo! Boohoo! Are you a dog or not?" "If you had the guts, just kill me directly! I'm not afraid of you!" Shouted in her heart.

Sang Ling wanted to explode and squeeze the heads of Lu Chaoyan and the Witchcraft Cultivator into watermelon juice!

With a faint smile on her face, Lu Chaoyan softly asked, "Are you cursing me? You truly never impenitence."

Her face appeared compassionate, as if she was saving the world, but her eyes were like hell.

First, with all her might, she shattered Sang Ling's ribs with a palm strike, the sound echoing through the heavens. The power of a Gold Internal Alchemy cultivator was now shaking the earth.

The Witchcraft Cultivator curled up in the ditch in horror, his face as pale as a sheet.

Amidst the bloodstain that filled the sky, mixed with the clear sound of bones breaking, Sang Ling initially screamed in agony, but later, there were only urgent and stifled groans, gradually fading away.

While she dies, I wouldn't. The Witchcraft Cultivator, sneaking around, hunched over, was about to crawl away.

However, at this moment, a pair of boots stopped in front of him and he looked up. It was Xie Hanzhou!

"No, please! Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The Witchcraft Cultivator's ear-piercing screams instantly reverberated, and the simple Qiansi Ring was sliced off the tip of fingers by a single sword strike, falling into the mud.

The next strike directly pierced the throat, instantly claiming the Witchcraft Cultivator's life.

With the Qiansi control violently severed, Sang Ling, who had closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be dead, was forced to spit out a mouthful of blood and became motionless.

"The puppet Qiansi have been broken. These two wouldn't cause any more trouble."