"Hey, Wang Zhen, what happened? Why are there so many magic circles set up at the door?"
"I don't know. The leader ordered us to guard the magic circle and not let anyone in."
"Hey, why did we end up on such a boring job?"
"Haha, Li Fangming, do you think you have a good job every time you go to Qinglian Mountain to kill people and pick up women?"
Wang Zhen and Li Fangming are deacon disciples of Feiyun Sect. They have just been assigned by the leader Bai Liu to guard the gate of Chang'an Palace.
When the two arrived, they saw many disciples from Zhenyang Sect and Lei Jian Sect guarding the door.
After asking, I found out that everyone was guarding the magic circle at the door under orders from above.
They were all a little puzzled. Today, the three major sects had deployed hundreds of magic formations inside and outside Chang'an Palace.
It can be said that even if all the masters of the Western Dynasty suddenly attack, it will take at least a day and a night to break these magic circles.
If we are already so impregnable, why do we still need to be sent here to guard the gate?
Wang Zhen and Li Fangming were a little bored, so they started chatting with the disciples of Zhenyang Sect and Lei Jian Sect. After chatting, they found out that they had all been to Qinglian Mountain before.
This common topic naturally exists.
So everyone talked with great interest about how they "eliminate demons and protect the Tao" on Qinglian Mountain, and each showed his own achievements.
How many people have been killed, how many women have been raped, etc.
"Let me tell you, my senior brother and I were competing to see who could kill more people. All I met were mortals with no cultivation. In the end, I killed seventy-eight people, while my senior brother only killed thirty."
"But my senior brother met a group of women who were hiding. He didn't let any of them go and did it all over again. Damn it, even though I won, he was so happy!"
At this time, a disciple of the Lei Jian Sect was vividly talking about his actions on Qinglian Mountain, and the people around him cheered.
Da da da.
At this time, a crisp sound of footsteps sounded.
Everyone turned around in surprise and saw a charming figure walking slowly.
She was wearing a black gauze moiré robe, which tightly wrapped her charming and concave figure. She had a small round face with exquisite facial features, pure and beautiful, but with a somewhat mature charm.
This woman's appearance far surpassed that of countless righteous fairies, and all the disciples were dumbfounded.
"Where did this beauty come from?"
"Such stunning beauty, only seen in my life!"
The disciple who just told about the killing contest between himself and his senior brother came forward and looked at the woman up and down, the desire in his eyes almost uncontrollable:
"Fellow Taoist, which sect are you a disciple of? How come you haven't seen you before?"
The woman didn't look at him and asked everyone, "Have you all been to Qinglian Mountain?"
The disciple chuckled and said, "Yes, we are all great heroes who have killed countless demons. Fellow Taoist, are you looking for a Taoist companion? Just pick whatever you want!"
Wang Zhen suddenly realized: "Aren't there dozens of magic circles at the door? How did she get in?!"
Li Fangming was suddenly startled: "Black gauze cloud pattern robe?!"
Everyone was startled, and then they realized that the black gauze cloud pattern robe worn by the woman was somewhat familiar.
Wang Zhen's voice suddenly became trembling: "It is rumored that the Demon Sect Saint Xia Bingbing is stunningly beautiful, with half red and half white hair, and likes to wear black gauze and cloud pattern robes!"
Everyone looked at the black robe with cloud patterns on the woman's body, and recalled the stern expressions of the elders when they were ordered to guard the door.
Suddenly, a terrible guess slowly rose in my mind.
Could it be that this woman is
"very good."
The cold and beautiful woman spoke calmly and slowly raised her delicate hands.
Crunch, crunch.
As the grinding sound was heard, countless cracks appeared in the sky above Chang'an Palace, spreading out layer by layer, making the entire sky look like it was cracked.
Wow!
Subsequently, more than a hundred magic formations covering Chang'an Palace were all shattered, and countless spiritual power talisman cultures that made up the magic formation were scattered into fragments.
Like a heavy snowfall.
Among the countless "snowflakes", Wang Zhen, Li Fangming and others were stunned. Looking at the pretty woman in front of them, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
The woman took a step forward.
Dozens of deacon disciples from the three major sects immediately retreated in horror.
"You, don't come here!"
The woman took another step forward.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they had been stepped on in the heart.
The deacon disciple who said that he was competing to kill people on Qinglian Mountain suddenly covered his throat and wanted to speak, but all he could do was draw blood from his mouth.
In the horrified gaze of everyone, the deacon disciple made a hoarse sound, and then his whole body split open and was cut into hundreds of pieces, which were scattered on the ground with a crash.
"ah!!"
Wang Zhen screamed like a weak woman being ravaged by a strong man, but no one around her laughed at him because everyone was screaming.
"Tang Lian Jue?!"
Li Fangming shouted in horror, and everyone realized that there were countless lotus petals floating around.
It was these soft and delicate petals that the deacon disciple had just cut.
Wang Zhen's legs were going weak: "Isn't Tanglian Jue the technique of the dead demon Chun Hongtang? Why can it be done this summer?"
"This is the original number one in the world, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, what can't she do?!"
"Stop talking, everyone come together, otherwise we will all die!"
Someone shouted, and the others finally plucked up the courage and sacrificed their magic weapons one after another. They were all at the middle stage of the Golden Core or above, and a few were still at the peak of the Golden Core.
With so many people coming together, they could resist one or two until the sect master arrived.
However, as soon as this idea came up, everyone stopped.
Wang Zhen looked at his companions around him in confusion: "Why are you not moving? Are you charging?"
He suddenly found that his mouth had dropped. He lowered his head in shock and saw that his body was broken into countless pieces.
When his head fell to the ground, Wang Zhen discovered that the ground was full of corpse fragments of his companions.
So many of us died in an instant? How can it be?
He looked at the mouth that fell not far away, desperately used his last spiritual power, and finally said the last three words:
"Xia Qinglian"
Qiu Zhihe stepped on the corpses and blood on the ground, but his shoes were not dirty at all.
She looked calm and continued to move forward slowly.
Suddenly, the sky above her head darkened, and thunder and lightning gathered together, eventually turning into a huge mountain of thunder that bombarded towards her!
Qiu Zhihe continued to walk forward, and a lotus bloomed in the sky, blocking the huge thunder pillar that suddenly fell.
The lotus is soft, but the thunder cannot break through.
Qiu Zhihelian walked to the center of Chang'an Palace.
Suddenly, hundreds of figures appeared around them, led by dozens of people who were all in the Nascent Soul realm.
Two of them are at the peak of Nascent Soul.
It was Su Longxiang and Bailiu.
"Hahaha, witch! You had a chance to escape on Tianlu Mountain, but now you've thrown yourself into a trap, so you can't blame us!"
Su Long's voice sounded like thunder, making the pale disciples around him look much calmer.
"Yeah?"
Qiu Zhihe smiled faintly and looked around, his eyes full of disdain:
"Then why don't you even dare to say my name?"
(End of chapter)
