Heaven-defying Phoenix

"Thank you for saving us."    

Wen Mo thanked Jiu Muli, Kong Ling and the others with a respectful face.    

Initially, they thought that with their strength, they would be able to handle a small amount of Evil Demons. However, they did not expect that the moment the Evil Demons appeared, they would have so many people, and their strength would be at least twice their strength, thus, they were truly grateful to Kong Ling and Jiu Muli for coming over to help them.    

They were the prey of evil spirits on this battlefield. It was impossible for them to coexist, and death was inevitable. Such a cruel baptism made them feel somewhat sad.    

"There's no need to be polite, this is a rule."    

Jiu Muli shook his head and sighed deeply.    

Although Jiu Muli had killed Nan Xian alone, the evil demon saw that there was no hope for him to escape, so he went on a rampage to seek revenge, causing many people to fall. Even the ten soldiers, there were only eight left, the remaining two, had their lives left.    

Kong Ling seemed to be used to life and death, he nodded, and then said coldly: "The matter is over, we still need to go back and defend, goodbye."    

"Alright."    

Wen Mo and the others nodded, but they did not urge him to stay. After a huge change, even though there were only eight people left in their team, their spirits had all changed, and their expressions were filled with determination.    

"After we go back, we'll go with those experts."    

Jiu Muli said. This group of people were merely disciples of second-rate sect, the strongest was just Wen Mo, in the eighth floor of Great Emperor, the rest were all around the seventh floor. The future path was equally difficult.    

"Can you join us? We are willing to follow you." When Wen Mo heard this, his eyes were filled with anticipation.    

However, Jiu Muli did not have that intention, and could only regretfully reject: "No, I originally planned to go alone, it is inconvenient to have more people."    

"Alright then."    

Wen Mo sighed, he knew very clearly that the strength of this group of people was really a little weak, unable to keep up with Jiu Muli.    

After returning to his original mountain peak, Jiu Muli's face still carried a look of worry.    

She did not expect that the evil spirits would attack like that, they were still in the rear, and there were even stronger ones ahead of them, but in the end, the evil spirits still managed to rush over.    

What made her even more surprised was that the strength of these Evil Demons were truly much stronger than most of the cultivators in the Devil Realm. Among those in the same realm, only the Battle Soldiers or the Heaven's Pride from the Great sect were qualified to fight.    

In reality, Jiu Muli had already used all of her powers, especially her last strike. She had even unleashed her Holy Bone.    

Although she had just entered the Great Emperor, she knew that in the Great Emperor Stage, she could be considered a top-notch expert. At least in the Devil Realm, she was confident that no one could beat her.    

However, that so called Young Master Nan Xian was only at the eighth floor of the Great Emperor, and there were still nine, ten, and even the peak of the twelfth floor behind her. At this moment, she was not certain whether or not she could completely defeat her.    

She did not believe it, the tens of thousands of years of inheritance the Evil Demon had had, he did not know that the Great Perfection Stage was the twelfth level, after all, in the Devil Realm, there were many heaven's pride level experts who had only sought for higher breakthroughs after breaking through to the Great Circle of the twelfth level.    

"You guys can rest here."    

After returning, Kong Ling pointed to the barrier that was initially empty, and handed over the method to activate it to Jiu Muli. In the battle just now, not only did Jiu Muli gain their recognition, he was also very satisfied with Wang Wen Han and the rest's performance, so they were no longer as cold as before.    

"In the end, strength is still respected!"    

Seeing that, Jiu Muli muttered in his heart, nodded his head, and did not reject.    

It was unknown whether the news of the death of Nan Xian and the others did not spread, or whether there was some other investigation, but in the following two days, Jiu Muli's place was no longer attacked by the Evil Demons, and was extremely calm.    

Two days later, ten days had passed. Jiu Muli was worried about Jiu Xuanling and finally chose to return. Wang Wen Han and the rest were even more anxious.    

The flying boat had landed, and not only had it brought away Jiu Muli's group, it had also left behind a group of new arrivals. This group of people, Jiu Muli still did not know them, but they knew who Jiu Muli was.    

But because of that, Jiu Muli did not continue walking forward to start a conversation. Furthermore, he was in a rush of time, so he could only pass by.    

When the flying boat rose up into the sky, the desolate and dilapidated battlefield, with murderous intent wreaking havoc everywhere, looking like a piece of wasted land, she saw a scene that was constantly shrinking. Her heart once again calmed down.    

The ten days of garrison duty did not yield much, but it did not leave her much of a regret. Other than the eternal bloodshed, there was only a sliver of confusion in her heart.    

The question that emerged from the depths of his heart when he was caught off guard, ultimately did not receive an answer.    

Over the course of ten years of cultivation, there were smiles, tears, indignation, unwillingness, and even more hatred and anticipation. Their brilliance far surpassed her short life of twenty or thirty years in her previous life, yet she still did not know what to do next.    

A numb cultivation, a cultivation that had never happened before, a massacre that had never happened in the dark. Such a life was monotonous and boring, like a demonic beast reared in the mountains.    

He could die if he wished to!    

If one had nothing else to ask for but cultivation from birth to death, then what was the difference between living and dying?    

She didn't seek for the Great Dao. From the moment she created her own cultivation technique, she was destined to walk a different path. That was the path of breaking down the Great Dao.    

She had stayed with the Next three days, Three Mortal Heavens, Three Immortal Heavens and so on. Every region had a few years of history, but if someone were to ask her about the appearance of the Next three days, she would not have a clear concept of it in her mind.    

In these short ten years, it was as if she was a passerby trapped in a speeding carriage. She was in a hurry and did not leave too many marks on people's minds.    

She didn't know if this world was out of place for her, or if she had rejected it from the bottom of her heart, but her heart was at a loss.    

Unknowingly, she thought of Yun Wei again. That strong sister of hers, who wanted to break the shackles of the female cultivator that others didn't think highly of, worked hard in silence, although it seemed like she was cold like ice, but like her, she was also lonely.    

Then, she thought of Liu Li, that weird girl, who was carefree all day long, but in reality, because of her birth, she also carried a lot of burdens. However, she did not become angry because of this, but she still retained her most honest and passionate self, as if her entire heart was filled with sunlight, without the slightest haze.    

Just her?    

She didn't care what others thought of her, exactly as she had told Qin Zheng before. It would be good if her clothes were suitable, if it would make others feel comfortable, she would do her best to be satisfied. If the two clashed, she would choose her own path.    

But what about in the future?