PFC Chapter 109 Xiao Qin: After I take your three moves, I can no longer hit them.
Chapter 109 Xiao Qin: After I take your three moves, I can no longer hit them.
Qin Muyue sat on the armchair. Although she was not fully conscious, her instinct told her that Yu Fengxue needed her protection. She gently stroked Yu Fengxue's waist, with a gentle light in her eyes.
Yu Fengxue was weak and his waist softened immediately after being touched. His eyes turned red and he scolded in a low voice: "Ayue, don't be like this in front of so many people..."
"Then can we do it when there is no one around?" Qin Muyue looked curious.
Yu Fengxue's expression on Xiao Suqingjue's face was slightly stagnant. He pursed his thin lips, his ears turned slightly red, and he nodded in agreement.
"You smell so good." It must taste delicious. Qin Muyue sniffed Yu Fengxue's neck.
"Witch girl, stop flirting with your senior brother. What is your relationship with the Guiyue Sect?" Huo Chongshan couldn't stand it anymore. The Donghuang Sect didn't care about small matters, but they couldn't tolerate big mistakes.
Gu Wanfeng's eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting, and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes. He interrupted and said, "She is the Holy Son of our sect. Including poisoning the Yuanying disciples, it is all part of our plan."
He wanted to use this sentence to tie Qin Muyue tightly to Gui Tianlong's main chariot.
"That's nonsense. My niece is only interested in the magic sword. You'd better not compete with her for it." Xie Yuchen retorted coldly. It was not the time to tell the real reason yet. He just hoped that Sword Master Ning Xi and Nian Naihe could find a way to break the formation as soon as possible.
A trace of doubt flashed across Qin Muyue's eyes. She seemed puzzled by Gu Wanfeng's words. She turned to look at Gu Wanfeng, with a hint of coldness in her voice: "What is my relationship with the Ghost Moon Sect? I am not aware of the plan you mentioned."
Gu Wanfeng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Qin Muyue to deny it so directly. He still kept smiling: "Son, you are joking."
Yu Fengxue glanced at her with cold eyes, then turned and leaned close to Qin Muyue's ear to remind her how to proceed with the plan.
Although I don’t know how much the abnormal girl heard.
"Stop it, Qin Muyue. What you are doing is a disgrace to our sect." Huo Chongshan warned sternly.
"It's really shocking that Immortal Master Fu Guang's four disciples actually colluded with Gui Yue Sect to harm the world of immortals." Miao Wuhua of Huan Xi Sect said sarcastically.
"Oh? If you want to talk about the poison, be careful of your inner demons. In my opinion, the reason you all suffered this disaster today is just because you coveted the magic sword." Xie Yuchen's words were firm and his voice was cold, as if he was protecting his own child.
The other sect leaders, including the Immortal Leader, all looked unhappy, and only the Zither Immortal fell into a coma because his Soul-Fixing Song was interrupted.
Suddenly, the magic sword in the sword furnace changed, and strange phenomena began to appear in the sky above the entire Daqi Sect.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if all the power of heaven and earth was gathered here at this moment. A powerful sword intent rose to the sky, just like the sound of a young bird knocking on an eggshell when the world was first created, clean and pure.
Inside the sword furnace, two divine swords slowly rose up, the light they emitted was like ice and snow intertwined with the morning light, one sword was like the rising sun, shining with golden light, and the other was like crystal, as if it was cast from ice and snow. On the blades of the two swords, hieroglyphs from the origin of the Great Dao appeared.
When the magic sword was born, the heaven and earth resonated, and the spiritual energy around began to gather towards the sword furnace frantically, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex. In the center of the vortex were the two magic swords. They were like two beating hearts, attracting the surrounding Tao rhyme.
All the cultivators present, whether they were sect leaders or elders, could feel the extraordinary nature of these two magic swords.
Not only are they extremely sharp, they also contain some kind of indescribable power of the great way. Once the magic sword has a master, the future will be immeasurable.
The girl tightened her hands on Yu Fengxue's waist, and her round pupils showed strong interest. She subconsciously felt that the transparent sword was a perfect match for her.
When everyone's eyes were focused on the magic sword, Ye Yinghuo and Gui Tianlongzhu fell to the ground from the void.
There were two loud bangs. Although the female cultivator and Ghost Dragon Lord landed on the ground standing, the sword energy and the residual power of Long Yin still emanated from their bodies.
The ground beneath Ghost Dragon Lord's feet was covered with dense Weak Water Sword Qi, and the rocks on the ground were turned into powder inch by inch.
Where Ye Yinghuo stood, Long Yin's golden light etched the ground inch by inch, and big pits appeared one after another like erosion by wind and frost.
The demon cultivators and evil cultivators who were closer to the Ghost Dragon Lord retreated silently. If they didn't leave, the sword energy would penetrate into their meridians. At that time, they would have to work hard to get rid of it.
"Qin Ziyang, when did you get nine dragon souls? Is this the price for being the Ghost Dragon Lord's running dog?" Ye Yinghuo sneered, she pointed her sword forward, exposing her opponent's illusion.
"Ye Yinghuo, you do have the strength to say that, but what if the temptation of breaking the mirror to transcend the tribulation is placed in front of you?"
After Qin Ziyang's identity was exposed, he stopped pretending, made a handprint, and took off his false appearance. He forced himself to stay conscious and looked at Qin Muyue worriedly.
"No thanks. I never seek the skin of a tiger. I can look for opportunities by myself in Fu Yue Mountain." Ye Yinghuo refused bluntly. Apart from liking to be jealous of those who are stronger than her, her only advantage is that her heart is pure and she is as gentle as a chrysanthemum.
Zi Yang Xian Zun glanced at the Mahayana monks with different expressions, and showed a look of "worthy of being a role model for our generation" to Ye Yinghuo. His straight body swayed, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and finally fell backwards.
In an instant, a figure wearing a dragon robe tore through the void, deliberately pressed Qin Ziyang's back, and gently let the unconscious man lean on his arms. "As expected of the Immortal Venerable Yinghuo, you are qualified to reveal the truth with your strength."
The real Ghost Dragon Lord lowered his eyes and looked at Qin Ziyang's pale face, his tightly closed eyes, his disguise that was almost unable to be maintained, and the blood on his lips.
"But I will let you understand the difference between you and Jun Yuzheng." His voice was faintly filled with anger.
The scene was extremely tense. The real Ghost Dragon Lord appeared. His arrival made the atmosphere of the entire Daqi Sect freeze. His dragon robe fluttered in the wind, showing his extraordinary status and power. His eyes were like the abyss, and the ghost dragon carved on his mask made people shudder.
Gu Wanfeng stepped forward wisely and wanted to take Qin Ziyang from the Dragon Lord, but he discovered a detail that made him shudder.
The Dragon Lord subconsciously tightened Qin Ziyang's arm just now, then slowly loosened his hand and pushed the person into Gu Wanfeng's hand.
Does the Sect Master have a secret with Qin Ziyang that cannot be told? Gu Wanfeng's scalp tingled. He used the object control technique to support Qin Ziyang to keep him standing, then turned around and used the escape technique to send him to find the ghost doctor.
Ye Yinghuo frowned slightly, she could feel the strong pressure emanating from the Ghost Dragon Lord in front of her. She clenched the ancient sword Tianjue in her hand, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a low sword sounded, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit.
"Ghost Dragon Lord, you finally condescend to come down in person." Ye Yinghuo said coldly, there was no fear in his eyes, only anticipation for the upcoming battle.
The surrounding space suddenly twisted, and a powerful force began to gather in the field. Everyone felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, as if the whole world was about to surrender to the power of the Ghost Dragon Lord.
Ghost Dragon Lord attacked calmly, and streams of dragon-shaped energy surged out of his body, colliding with Ye Yinghuo's sword light.
The domineering golden energy paused for a moment, broke through the sword energy barrier and pierced through Ye Yinghuo's body.
Just as Ghost Dragon Lord was about to give Ye Yinghuo the final blow, the whole scene was so tense that one could almost hear the sound of a pin drop.
Everyone watched with bated breath, not wanting the world of immortal cultivation to lose its second largest fighting force, but also vaguely expecting to see the fall of the Immortal Lord.
A crisp voice broke the silence: "Wait a minute!"
Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the source of the sound, and they saw Qin Muyue had stood up from the armchair. There was a resolute light flashing in her eyes, and her posture was straight and upright, like a green pine.
Yu Fengxue looked at Qin Muyue nervously. It was he who reminded her to act according to the plan.
But Ghost Dragon Lord is really dangerous. He is actually very curious about why Qin Muyue is so confident in her plan.
Qin Muyue walked towards the Ghost Sky Dragon Lord step by step. Although her steps were slow, they were extremely firm. Her voice rang out again, this time even louder and full of unquestionable power: "Dragon Lord, I am your Holy Son."
"Oh? You dare to stop me? Are you ready to bear my wrath?" The voice of Ghost Dragon Lord was low and threatening.
Qin Muyue did not retreat at all. She looked directly into the eyes of Ghost Dragon Lord and said in a clear tone: "I have observed that many people in Guiyue Sect are dissatisfied with my being the Holy Son, so I want to prove that I can help you convince these people." She pointed at the sect masters and elders with her little finger.
Ghost Dragon Lord sneered: "With you, a Divine Transformation Stage?"
"I can take three of your moves," Qin Muyue raised her hands and clasped her fists. Her round pupils were emotionless. She was just reciting lines. "Why don't you take a gamble, Dragon Lord?"
The Ghost Dragon Lord was silent for a moment, then slowly retracted the attack that was about to be launched. He looked at Qin Muyue and said coldly: "If you can take my three moves, you will be my true son of God, and these sect masters can also be handed over to you for disposal."
There was a hint of amusement in Gui Tianlong Lord's eyes, and he looked at Qin Muyue with interest, as if he was evaluating her true intentions.
The atmosphere of the whole scene became more tense because of her proposal, and all eyes were focused on the two of them.
The Dragon Lord learned that Qin Muyue had poisoned Qin Muyue in order to seize the divine sword, and his method was efficient enough.
Just like why Yaowang Valley is so important to the world of immortal cultivation, because even the strong will stumble one day, and all kinds of strange poisons and exotic flowers need the medicine cultivators in Yaowang Valley to analyze the toxicology.
Qin Muyue is such a talented person who is good at using poison and even the Medicine King Valley can't do anything about her, which directly touched the heart of Ghost Tianlong Lord for talent.
"But if you lose, you must submit to me and become my vanguard in ruling the six realms."
Qin Muyue nodded slightly. She knew it was a huge risk, but in order to protect Yu Fengxue and to prevent the cultivation world from losing the Mahayana combat power, she was willing to take it all. "Okay, it's a deal."
Yu Fengxue's heart tightened, and he wanted to rush forward, but he knew that at this moment, he couldn't cause trouble for Qin Muyue. He could only burn his soul silently and desperately contact Jun Yuzheng, hoping that she could hold on until the last moment.
The others present also held their breath, knowing that every move that followed could be fatal. Qin Muyue's challenge was undoubtedly dancing on the edge of a knife, and if he was not careful, he would end up being crushed to pieces.
The Ghost Dragon Lord slowly raised his hand, a powerful force gathered in his palm, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes. Even if it was a junior in the Spiritualization Stage, he would not take it lightly, because he was the Ghost Dragon Lord.
"First move, get it." Ghost Dragon Lord shouted softly, and suddenly pushed out the power in his palm. A golden dragon-shaped energy rushed towards Qin Muyue with a roar.
Qin Muyue looked solemn, she could feel the power of this move. Although her mind was in a mess, some subconscious reactions made her use the immortal sect's unique skills.
I saw the slender figure of a girl, with Yin Wu Lei in her left hand and Dragon God Fire in her right hand.
Her sleeves rose and fell as she performed Tai Chi with exceptional ease, as if the whole world stopped with her breathing.
Her movements were slow and graceful, and every turn and every push seemed to be a conversation with the heaven and earth.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the girl was the only animal in the still world.
Qin Muyue's clothes swayed gently, and her hands slowly spread out as if embracing the moon. An invisible force condensed in her palms, forming a Tai Chi diagram. The black and white colors rotated in her palms endlessly.
The golden dragon-shaped Qi hit the Tai Chi diagram, making a deafening roar. Cracks appeared on the Tai Chi diagram and it shattered. The aftermath of the Qi injured Qin Muyue's internal organs. She felt thirsty and was afraid that her internal organs were soaked in blood.
The girl's face was as pale as death, and her body was trembling slightly as she stood.
"Yes, since you can block my first move, you are qualified to be my Holy Son." There was a hint of approval in the voice of Ghost Dragon Lord.
"Mu Yue...Fellow Daoist..." Yi Xuanji looked at the girl in the sad red clothes. The Ghost Dragon Lord seriously injured Ye Yinghuo with one blow. Qin Muyue's move was tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot. She must be seriously injured.
At this moment, Yi Xuanji realized that the reason why the girl used poison to knock down the disciples of various sects was simply to leave behind a legacy.
After the previous incident where her soul was injured, she could have escaped unscathed, but she came back.
"She used the excuse of Gu to leave a legacy for the immortal cultivation world. Now she has joined the game herself to buy time for you to break the formation. This woman is both wise and resourceful. She is like a goddess. I of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect really admire her!" The voice transmission of Buddhist disciple Xiluo rang in the ears of everyone. She pointed out the situation and did not hesitate to praise her.
It was like opening a color palette. The face of the sect leader who had a problem with Qin Muyue turned gloomy. The immortal master who remained neutral began to show his love for talent. The Qin Immortal of the hidden sect, the Yinyin Sect, was still slowly waking up. He was extremely weak, but his affectionate eyes were wide open. He became angry because he heard that Qin Muyue was cleared of all charges.
Li Kaiyang, the leader of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, glanced helplessly at the Buddhist disciple. He had heard that Xiluo was unconventional and now it seemed that he was indeed lively.
Mo Bingxian's guess was pointed out by Xiluo, and he suddenly felt enlightened. His eyes were shining brightly and there was a hint of heat in the look he gave the girl.
Xie Yuchen noticed the strange gazes focused on his nephew, he turned around and glared at Mo Bingxian coldly.