"Disillusion!"

Yan Ning kicked Weng Wu hard. It would definitely be a disaster for this guy to stay in this world. Even if Yan Ning died, he would not have given him an opportunity!

Weng Wu was kicked by Yan Ning and rolled on the ground several times, finally lying in front of him, motionless, looking like he was dead!

Zhuang Xiaoya panicked: "Yan Ning, if you die, what's the use of me staying in this world?"

Yan Ning glanced at Weng Wu: "I can find the soul by myself, but Weng Wu must kill it!"

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he stepped forward to check Weng Wu's body. He had to confirm that Weng Wu was dead with his own hands.

But just as Yan Ning turned Weng Wu's body over, Weng Wu's eyes turned suddenly, and a demonic energy rushed into Yan Ning's purple palace and attacked Yan Ning's soul!

"ah--"

Yan Ning couldn't help but scream in pain. He covered his head and couldn't help rolling on the ground!

"Yan Ning!"

Zhuang Xiaoya hurried forward to protect Yan Ning. Weng Wu took the opportunity to jump up and laughed: "Yan Ning, I know your soul is unstable. So what if you step into the realm of half-immortals? Can my move make you feel comfortable?"

Yan Ning was unprepared for Weng Wu's move. The weakest part on his body was his soul. Weng Wu attacked Yan Ning's soul, which made Yan Ning temporarily lose his combat power.

Zhuang Xiaoya pulled out the Chunjun sword and looked at Weng Wu vigilantly. Weng Wu did not continue to waste time with them, but turned around and escaped.

After just enduring Yan Ning's Fire Dragon Art, Weng Wu almost destroyed his spirit and form. He kept holding back his last breath just to escape. With Weng Wu's current state, even Zhuang Xiaoya might not be able to beat.

Weng Wu ran away, Zhuang Xiaoya did not chase after her. She was unable to fly now, so she could only watch Weng Wu turn into a black dot in the horizon and eventually disappear at the end of the mountain.

Zhuang Xiaoya hugged Yan Ning's head and said, "Are you okay?"

Yan Ning frowned, his forehead covered with cold sweat: "The soul was damaged and it was a little unstable, but it was nothing serious. Just take a break."

"Weng Wu ran away."

"I can defeat him once, and I can defeat him the second time. Don't worry, Weng Wu's current condition is very poor, and it is impossible to take action in a short period of time," Yan Ning said. "When I recover, I come to the door myself, destroy Weng Wu, and restore peace to the world."

Zhuang Xiaoya nodded and wiped away his sweat stains: "The situation is over, now... we can calculate Zhou Wushuang's account, right?"

"Ah?" Yan Ning was stunned for a moment and said quickly, "Ah, my head hurts so much. Ah, I feel like my ears are deaf. Xiaoya, talk to me quickly, I can't seem to hear your voice!"

Zhuang Xiaoya chuckled and lit a slight on Yan Ning's forehead: "Stop doing this for me!"

"hey-hey!"

Yan Ning smiled and hugged Zhuang Xiaoya, and kissed her fiercely on the lips: "Why, you man, I am a real immortal at least. What's wrong with the immortal's little maids?"
Chapter completed!