The fairy godmother got the villain script

Chapter 41 Don't Come Over

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The ground began to roar again.

At first Meng Yang thought it was the noise from the fight next door.

But the more she walked forward, the more she felt as if she was about to connect with that voice, why was it getting closer?

Uneasy in her heart, she kept her squatting posture and poked her head out, looking over the waist-high grass.

Rumble rumble.

A bald-headed young monk in a golden cassock was chased behind by the beasts, and ran towards Meng Yang while crying.

The one following behind him most closely was a deer-shaped monster with long horns. After a couple of runs, it rushed forward and hit the little monk's ass with a bang.

The little monk yelled out in pain every time, and then ran faster.

The small group of monsters following him seemed to be few in number, yet felt like a lot.

???

Meng Yang thought, it must be that her spirit was stimulated, so she had hallucinations.

Hehehe, impossible impossible.

It is impossible for a man to fall a second time in the same river.

How could it be possible for her to run into the beast horde that occurs once every 500 years twice in one day?
Meng Yang retracted his head.

"It must be an illusion."

"Which senior brother is it, save the little monk, woo woo woo woo." There was a weak cry for help in the wind.

"It's true." Xiangxiang said.

Meng Yang: ...

The young monk being chased is called Youwei, a disciple of the late foundation establishment who knows Zen.

His landing land was very close to Yu Feng, that is to say, as soon as he stood firm, he saw a group of monsters passing by behind Yu Feng's buttocks. He was so frightened that he shrank to the corner and waited for a long time when there was no movement at all. Dare to come out.

As a result, he had just emerged from behind the stone when the small group of monsters who had been chasing the horde of beasts found him.

If you look at it at least, there are seventy, eighty, ninety, one hundred? ?
Youwei was so frightened that he ran away, and in a panic, he chose the same direction as Yu Feng.

Just when his aura was exhausted and he had no strength immediately.

A head wrapped in cloth clearly drilled out of the grass in the distance! !
He saw it! !
"Help, save me, woo woo woo!"

While crying, Youwei ran towards Meng Yang with a clear goal.

"Senior brother, if we work together, we will definitely be able to escape. Please help me, little monk. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, senior brother!"

Youwei thought that Meng Yang was Yu Feng who led the beast tide and escaped from the sky just now, so he wanted to hug his thigh crazily.

He just came in and he doesn't want to go out!

Meng Yang, who was once again affected, squatted in place and his teeth itched with hatred.

Today is really crazy to memorize words, what kind of people are these people!
Work together to subdue?
Meng Yang looked at the crumbling golden cover on the little monk's body. He couldn't even hold up the protective cover. If you fight, you can't even add head to head, can you?
Her mind was buzzing with green bats, being blocked several times in a row was really annoying.

Seeing that the fight next door is going on, there should be no time to take care of her.

Look at the size of this group of monsters.

Meng Yang let out a long sigh, and shouted at the little monk: "Lead to your left!!"

Before the little monk could react, Meng Yang stood up from the grass, stepped on the tall and dense grass with his spiritual energy, and flew out of the range of the unlucky forest in a few breaths.

The warm sunlight shone on her body, dispelling most of the suffocation in her heart.

The little monk saw that Meng Yang didn't dodge, but was really coming this way, and he immediately felt relieved. He listened to Meng Yang's order and ran to the right. attention.

"Brother, how far do you have to run!"

"Keep running!! Don't stop!!"

Youwei's brain was also buzzing when it was affected by the magic sound of the green-clothed bat, so he couldn't tell whether Meng Yang was a senior sister or a senior brother.

He rushed forward sullenly.

The tide of small animals was led away by the little monk.

Meng Yang followed behind, and finally got farther and farther away from the range of the net forest.

Freed from the attack of the magic sound of the bat in green, her restless soul gradually quieted down, and her noisy ears also got a breather.

Feeling the recovery of strength, coupled with the fact that the little monk is dying.

Holding the streamer sword in his hand, Meng Yang rushed directly above the group of monsters.

The low level of this group of monsters is at the stage of Qi training, and the high level is at the late stage of foundation establishment.

Under the oppression of Meng Yang Jindan's late Dzogchen, he finally turned his attention from the little monk, paced restlessly, and looked at Meng Yang panting.

Seeing that they stopped chasing, Youwei lost all strength, collapsed on the ground profusely with sweat, looked up and saw Meng Yanghou, who was wearing a cloak and holding a sword in one hand in mid-air, murmured to himself: "So it's Senior Sister, she looks familiar."

Youwei is face-blind, and after entering the Kongyuan Realm, he was frightened out of his wits, and he had long forgotten the fate with Meng Yang.

The Liuguang sword slashed down with Meng Yang's anger.

The sword energy was sharp and powerful like a rainbow, and it slashed down from top to bottom. The low-level monsters in the beast horde were directly turned into flying ash under the impact.

The remaining monsters were completely enraged, regardless of the current pressure, they screamed and rushed towards Meng Yang. Some of them were just like what Meng Yang had seen before, cooperating and showing their magical powers. You step on me, and I will carry you , actually flew into the air and approached Meng Yang.

With the streamer in hand, Meng Yang's chest is filled with the lofty pride I have in the world.

She smiled coldly and raised her spirit sword high.

The icy spiritual energy poured into the sword body driven by the formula, and clouds with thunder appeared in the clear sky.

The sword energy attracted the thunder light, and Meng Yang looked at the monster that was close at hand, parted her thin lips, and said four words coldly: "The heavens turn into thunder!"

Before the words fell, Liu Guang slashed out with a sword!
The sword energy turned into thousands of thunder lights, crackling and chopping off the monster beasts in front of them, and the charging monster beasts gathered in a pile were disrupted by the thunder light sword energy.

The monster's brain controlled by its bloody nature finally came to its senses, whimpering and rampaging in the sword array, seeking a way out.

One after another, the monsters couldn't resist and fell under the sword energy.

Meng Yang hovered in mid-air, watching all this with cold eyes, her amber eyes contained no emotion at all, and the purple totem between her eyebrows became brighter and brighter as the number of monsters died.

As the party in control of power.

This is a pure massacre decided by Meng Yang.

"Yangyang, I'm a little scared." Xiangxiang's weak voice sounded in her head, "Have you been possessed by Sister Zi again?"

The killing intent like a raging sea faded away like a tide the moment she heard Xiangxiang's voice.

The purple totem became dim, and Meng Yang blinked, looking at the miserable situation in the sword formation like a Shura field, the agile fox monster hid in it, and there were bloody wounds everywhere on its beautiful fur.

The embarrassed little monk sat cross-legged beside him, his face full of unbearable, he was muttering something without knowing what to say.

She suddenly came back to God.

The supply of spiritual energy was cut off, and the berserk sword array stopped wreaking havoc.

Of the hundreds of monsters, only a dozen or so in the late stage of Foundation Establishment are still alive.

They were dying, barely standing there, wary of Meng Yang in fear.

They followed their nature and were afraid of Meng Yang's strength. They knelt down on the ground one after another in order to seek a chance of life.

Youwei was stunned by the monster worshiping.

Meng Yang was also surprised.

She looked into their dark eyes with a look of fear and horror.

For a moment, it seemed that some power was pulled out of her heart.

She subconsciously looked at her palm.

White ice aura drilled out from within, forming a crystal clear sword.

Sword intent as cold as frost and snow filled it.

It seemed that the power in this small sword could withstand Meng Yang's full blow just now.

"It's sword intent! My God." The little monk's mouth opened into an O shape.

As we all know, sword intent is the essence of the sword energy of a sword cultivator, and its power will be increased by a hundred times.

However, the sword intent can only be comprehended by sword cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage and under the premise of a great opportunity.

I heard that there are many sword cultivators who have reached the level of God Transformation but have not cultivated sword intent.

Since this senior sister has entered the Kongyuan Realm, she must be under the Nascent Soul, so how can she cultivate sword intent?
What kind of genius is this!

Meng Yang couldn't hear the little monk's thoughts.

Of course she knew it was sword intent, and she didn't think it was strange that she cultivated sword intent in the later stage of Golden Core.

She is a true genius with a natural sword body, and there is nothing surprising about it when it happens naturally.

However, she raised her eyebrows looking at the little sword.

She always felt that her sword intent should not be like this, spotless, clear and clean, like a shy little girl.

With her this thought popped up.

The ice-clear little sword began to tremble, and the solidified blade was about to melt.

The purple totem between the eyebrows lights up again.

A warm force that made Meng Yang feel comfortable all over passed from the center of her brows to the tip of her heart, and then swam around along Meng Yang's limbs and bones, and finally the dust settled and gathered in her palm.

The purple mist wrapped around the Frost Sword, and the gap that melted was quickly filled.

Frost aura is resisting!
The overbearing erosion of the purple mist!

Neither of the two forces will give way to the other, and one will ebb and flow.

A small frosty sword that was no longer pure and clear and stained with purple mist solidified into shape.

　Here is the point, Meng Yang took the script of the villain.

　　Please be careful with the characters, those few likes are too pitiful, blame me, it should have been set up from the beginning, huh huh.

　　
　
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