The bells were exactly what Jing'er bought at the grocery store in Taiyuan City. They were a pair of heartless bells. She and Xiaodie had one each. At first, they never knew what the use of the pair of heartless bells was. Later, they met Feng Pingshan, who told them

, these are a pair of sister bells. Within a certain range, when the other person holding the bell encounters a life or death crisis, the other bell will ring, and the bell can lead the owner to find the other bell.

Jing'er's face darkened, and she held the bell that kept ringing in her palm. The bell flew in and flew in one direction.

Jing'er followed behind with flying swords on her feet. About thirty miles away, Xiaodie fell in the desert covered in blood and breathless. Not far away from her, a female cultivator was being teased by three male cultivators.

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The female cultivator turned pale and said to the male cultivators: "You don't mean what you say. I've agreed to help you trick this little girl into here, and you can let me go."

A male cultivator said with a smile: "I can let you go! You can play with me for a while. As long as you feel comfortable serving me, you will leave naturally."

The female cultivator's eyes turned red and she screamed: "No, you go find her. She is Zhu Zhenjun's disciple, a proud daughter of heaven, and she is beautiful. You can just let her take care of her."

The male cultivator glanced at the girl who had less air coming in and more air coming out, and sneered, "I don't like such hard-nosed people. I only like a soft-headed person like you."

These words were like a slap on the female cultivator's face. She was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't escape from the clutches of these three people.

A male cultivator couldn't wait any longer, so he rushed up to the female cultivator, threw her to the ground, and tore her robes apart, and all the clothes inside were torn off.

Under the scorching sun, the female cultivator was mercilessly humiliated by the three male cultivators.

When Jing'er arrived, it was the last male cultivator's turn. The female cultivator was also tortured to a terrible state, but she was still alive.

Jing'er stepped on the flying sword and saw this scene from a distance. Her pupils shrank and her face turned cold instantly. A sharp sword light struck the three male cultivators fiercely.

The three male cultivators were all in the late stage of foundation building, so their strength was naturally not weak, and they easily blocked Jing'er's sword.

While they were laughing at the single girl for not knowing her own abilities, a terrifying aura that made them unable to break free bound the three of them at the same time.

Jing'er took out the flask and took two sips of spiritual wine. The spiritual power that had been depleted by controlling too much geomagnetic energy at once was quickly replenished.

Jing'er quickly walked towards the three male cultivators who were unable to move.

Controlling the geomagnetic field consumes a lot of spiritual energy, especially dealing with three late-stage Foundation Establishment players at once, which drained her spiritual energy almost instantly. If it weren't for the spiritual wine that could quickly replenish spiritual energy, she would not have dared to take such a risk.

The three male cultivators could not escape the shackles of the invisible force no matter what they did. They had never been so powerless in their lives. At this moment, when they saw the girl with strange tricks walking towards them, they were instantly frightened out of their wits.

A male cultivator said with a pale face: "Fellow Taoist, please don't make a mistake, we are inner disciples of the Alchemy Sect, you can't kill us."

Jing'er stepped forward with an expressionless face, stabbed the sword into the chest of the male cultivator who was speaking, held the hilt of the sword and turned it back and forth twice, and said in a cold voice: "I will kill him, so what?"

When the other two people saw this, they were frightened to death. They kept begging for mercy. Even though they tried to say good things, they were still stabbed one by one by Jinger's sword.

Only then did Jing'er dare to look at Xiaodie, who was lying disheveled on the ground.

Hey! It’s not Xiaodie!

Only then did she realize that Wuxin's bell had stopped a few feet away, and there was a person lying there.

Jing'er immediately stopped caring about the disheveled female cultivator and ran to Xiaodie's side.
Chapter completed!