As Zheng Jingyue's footsteps approached little by little, silent mana fluctuations began to emerge around her.

She has one hand in front of her, one hand behind her back, and in the palm of her back, a dark green fluorescence emerges from the void little by little, and in the silent spell, it contains fierce and incomparable power.

Dark Evil Yin Thunder, one of the Yin Thunder spells that have been circulating in the Heavenly Mother Palace for a long time, has the fierce power of the Thunder Method, and at the same time carries the destruction and erosion of the evil aura, but once cast, the breath and brilliance are too conspicuous, and the condensation time is long, so it is usually used as a sneak attack.

For Zheng Jingyue at this moment, as long as the thunder goes down, the unconscious Wang Zhong will definitely be blown to pieces on the spot, and under the destruction of the evil spirit, even the remnant soul will not be able to escape.

As long as the other party's soul is destroyed, the effect of the soul pulling technique will not be solved, and she will also return to her free body.

The distance of three or two steps, but in an instant, Zheng Jingyue came to Wang Zhong's body, the yin and thunder behind him condensed, and he had reached the strongest form, as long as he changed hands, he could kill Wang Zhong on the spot.

However, just as Zheng Jingyue's arm moved, Wang Zhong, who was unconscious on the ground, suddenly burst out of a cyan airflow.

This air flow suddenly appeared, startling Zheng Jingyue, who was nervous, and then this air flow began to circulate around Wang Zhong's body.

And after this air flow, one after another, endless air currents continued to burst out from the king's chest.

Zheng Jingyue only paused for a short breath, and the body of Wang Zhong in front of her was already wrapped in endless cyan airflow.

These air currents flowed back and forth outside his body, as if forming a unique protective qi shield that protected him inside.

Zheng Jingyue's eyes changed, the murderous intent hidden in her eyes receded little by little, and the yin thunder condensed behind her also dispersed in an instant, and when she took her hand, there was nothing in her palm.

Then, she squatted down even more, directly hugged Wang Zhong by the waist, and then turned around and strode away from here.

The layer of air outside Wang Zhong's body did not respond to her movements in any way, as if it did not exist at all.

Back in the ruined city, most of the smoke clouds rising from the sky had dispersed, and the surroundings were already close to clear, but a small mortal city that was still alive an hour ago had now become a dead place.

Zheng Jingyue looked at the large ruins and couldn't help but sigh.

When she was a disciple of Tianmu Palace in her early years, she had passed by this small country once, so she had a little impression of this place, but she didn't expect that now the old land has returned, and it has become a ruin in just a short time.

Compared to cultivators, mortals are sometimes really inferior to ants.

Like in the cold city, those mortals who are taken care of by the monks are a little better, like these small countries and widows in the mountains and wilderness, where they can't even afford to invite a protector immortal, once they encounter a monk fighting in the territory, it is simply a catastrophe.

Zheng Jingyue couldn't help but think of himself again, if he really left the cultivation realm, lived in seclusion in the red dust, and filled his last time with the world's family, then what would happen when he died and his descendants had no protection?

It's not that she didn't think about it before, but she mostly comforted the past by going with the flow and everyone having their own destiny, and the world is so big, cultivators are just a drop in the ocean for heaven and earth, and mortals in many places will never even meet cultivators in their lifetime, so it's good for her to find a place like this.

But now, a good little city, suddenly destroyed in front of her eyes, the impermanence of the world made her speechless, she remembered, this small country here seems to be established longer than the history of the Heavenly Mother Palace.

"It's just, if you don't live like this, where are you going to go? Could it be that in the last few decades of this life, you can't end this life in a dull way? Do you still have to fight for life and death like before?"

Zheng Jingyue was a little dazed, her own qualifications were clear to herself, and she was able to get to where she is today, in addition to the foundation of the Tianmu Palace, it is inseparable from Song Zhichao's dedication to him over the years, but even so, she is already at her peak when she reaches the late stage of foundation building, and she wants to go up further, unless there is a miracle.

If she didn't follow her previous thoughts, go into hiding, and continue to struggle upwards in the cultivation realm, then she would most likely be like many of her predecessors, and end up with no one to send her to the end of her desolation, and she might even die, and she would be buried in every place.

The green mountains abandoned their corpses, their souls scattered in the nine skies, and how many monks disappeared with the wind like this.

The Chen brothers and sisters were still healing in the house, and there was a connected house next to it that had not been destroyed, Zheng Jingyue put Wang Zhong in it sullenly, and sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the devastation and began to be in a daze.

Cultivators have always been lonely, so in the cultivation world, cultivators will always form various organizations, such as sects, such as families, and so on.

After losing their relatives in the mortal world, cultivators also need to find new "relatives", or the same kind, so that they can find spiritual comfort.

Zheng Jingyue now wants to return to the mortal world like many old monks.

It's just that once you return to the earthly world, there will be more involvement, more involvement, more worry, and then whether it is for protection or to get rid of trouble, people will begin to pursue powerful power, a higher level of life liberation, and then turn back to the path of cultivation.

Before and after, so an endless cycle is formed.

Zheng Jingyue thought about it, and began to sigh.

This is also a certain manifestation of her lack of heart, a true cultivator, whether it is bravely advancing or retreating and letting go, will not look forward and hesitate like her.

In other words, there is indeed a reason why she can't cultivate in this life, a person like her, being able to cultivate to the foundation building period is already the limit of the stacking of drugs and heaven and earth aura, if she doesn't make a breakthrough in her mind, if she wants to advance to the golden pill, she doesn't have to think about it.

Just when Zheng Jingyue was thinking about her thoughts and feeling upset, a sudden inquiry woke her up from her daze.

"What are you thinking?"

She was startled, and when she looked back, she found that it was Wang Zhong.

It was only a quarter of an hour before the man, who had appeared to be seriously injured and unconscious, woke up like this.

You must know that although Zheng Jingyue hesitated in the end and didn't make a move, and brought him back, she actually still had a trace of hope in her heart, that is, maybe Wang Zhong was too seriously injured and left directly?

So she didn't even give him the most basic healing pill, and she completely left him to fend for himself.

It's just that she didn't expect that she was alone and thought about things for a while, and this person recovered and woke up, wasn't he injured at all before?

The previous coma was all an illusion?

Why did he play dead? Did he try to lure me in?

Zheng Jingyue's mind turned a thousand times in an instant, and she was even more afraid of Wang Zhong's gloomy scheming.