I saved the whole sect by playing badly

Ye Qiao is a very familiar person.

She stepped out of the Ghost King Tower, stepping on Bu Jianjun, and quickly glanced at most of the people present.

No one noticed the golden tower that appeared out of thin air. Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale little by little, and he tried to stop Elder Zhao's move. However, the next second he was surrounded by corpses rushing towards him.

He suddenly didn't dare to move a step, and the field in his hand shone with a faint ink-colored light that enveloped the scene.

The illusion-type field can create a world after being materialized. The funny thing is that these monks are not human at all. As corpses refined by the seventh elder, they will not be confused by illusions at all, and their goals are firm from beginning to end. .

Xue Yu couldn't stop him at all.

He had never regretted so much why he was an alchemy cultivator. If he were a talisman cultivator or a sword cultivator, he would not be as helpless as he is now.

Ye Qiao blinked, and quickly held the secret book, urging it to spread the threads quickly, and at the same time said: "Leave it to me, after all, I am the light of your Changming Sect."

"...Leave it to you?" Because the spiritual energy was scattered in the body, the elder's pupils gradually became blurred, and he could no longer realize what Ye Qiao was talking about.

"Yes, leave it to me." Ye Qiao spoke calmly, her ears filled with heartbreaking wails and screams. She was indescribably calm in this chaotic scene.

Who would have thought that Ye Qiao, who always thinks things through, would be the only person at the scene who could calm down.

The ability of the Dark Book is very evil, but it requires enough time to complete a series of parasitic operations. Ye Qiao is not prepared to take the risk to parasitize the Seventh Elder. He is not a brainless creature like the Demon King who only knows how to fight. He can Having been dormant for the past few decades, he is by no means an arrogant character.

Ye Qiao could only try his best to control all the living corpses on the scene and capture their souls. The most important thing was to control the elders first.

Although it is difficult to contend with the Seventh Elder, it will be easy as long as she overcomes the tribulation.

Now Ye Qinghan and Mingxuan can hold off the Seventh Elder for a while, but their thunder disaster is still brewing in the sky, and it won't be long before the two of them have nothing to worry about.

There is an urgent need for the junior uncle to come over and help delay the time, otherwise she will only be beaten when facing the seventh elder.

She gently hooked her fingertips with spiritual energy and kept activating the secret book. At the same time, she did not forget to ask Mu Li, "Do you think our uncle and the Seventh Elder have a chance of winning?"

Mu Li was also using her to observe the strength of the seventh elder, and then smiled slowly, "That bad old man is a sword cultivator, and he also has a lot of experience in the use of spiritual weapons. He also knows the formations. Look at the ancient formations. Your uncle. There is no way, but he can set it up right under the opponent's nose, what do you think?"

He felt that she was still too optimistic.

The Seventh Elder is not from this world.

This alone puts him above everyone else. In the end, if you want to crush the conspiracy, strength is everything.

Mu Li was also irritated. Back in the day, when a bastard like the Seventh Elder could solve the problem with a single blow, it would not be his turn to dominate the world of cultivation.

She has never been able to figure out: "Why does a person who does not belong to the world of cultivation come here."

Mu Li said calmly: "There is something wrong with Heaven, so I brought you in."

She understood. For example, what should I do if there is a bug in the game? Of course, it was repaired, and Ye Qiao was the unlucky guy who inherited the will of heaven and brought order to the chaos.

"Ye Qiao." He didn't notice Ye Qiao's small movements of holding the secret book. Ye Qiao's concealment technique originated from the Half-Moon Spirit Clan, and that race was wiped out by the demons hundreds of years ago. With this technique, Ye Qiao took a lot of advantage. She secretly hid the secret book in her sleeve, curved her lips and said to Elder Zhao, "Wait for me."

Elder Zhao had no idea what she was talking about. When his consciousness was barely clear, he yelled angrily: "Get back here, you bastard!"

It was not a pity for them to die, but not Ye Qiao.

How old is she?

She is the youngest among the entire sect. She has not had time to grow up yet, and she should not be stuck here because of them.

Ye Qiao ignored them, stood in front of them, and immediately intercepted the pressure from the seventh elder. She was not afraid of the opponent's pressure, but the other elders could not withstand it.

The seventh elder narrowed his cloudy eyes: "You have a lot of things in your hands."

Looking at the golden tower from a distance, it was a world of its own small rules. The palm of his hand had not killed this prostitute before, but he muttered in his heart that he would never let her escape again this time.

Ye Qiao ignored him, found a dagger from the mustard bag and cut his palm, letting the blood drip down his palm and pressed it on the secret book. The blood quickly watered the secret book, which was already hungry and thirsty.

The seventh elder curled his lips and raised his hand, feeling a little lighter in the air.

In mid-air, a huge palm appeared and was photographed from the air. Ye Qiao pushed the Golden Lotus of Merit with his hand, and the golden light tightly wrapped the big hand like a chain.

Ye Qiao's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he could feel the endless pressure from that big hand.

"Stay away, Ye Qiao."

Two different sword rays in mid-air shattered the palm prints one after another, and the two of them landed in front of her one after the other.

When Ye Qinghan and his senior brother drew their swords at the same time, Duan Shui and Duan Chen emitted completely different sword auras, causing numerous swords on the scene to make clashing sounds.

There is a bit of high-spirited youthful spirit.

Ye Qiao was about to say something but stopped. The senior brother was not wearing the sect uniform. He was now dressed in white. Ye Qinghan was also clean and white.

They say that if you want to be pretty, you must be filial, and this is absolutely true.

The seventh elder held a spiritual sword in his hand and a spiritual flag in the other hand. The four sword cultivators on the scene blocked the sword together, but the remaining power was still astonishing, causing countless disciples below to kneel on the ground and tremble.

Mingxuan gently moved the handle of the fan, and a bright golden ball fell on her body, firmly protecting the people in the audience. Then, watching the familiar scene of the elders self-destructing in front of him, the young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, obviously smiling. There was an indescribable sadness and sorrow in it, and that weird sense of fragmentation came over my face.

There is no way around self-destruction, he knows that.

Qin Huai next to him moved his lips, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Help me stop it." Ye Qiao held the secret book tightly in her arms. She could feel Ming Xuan's mood. However, at this time, everyone was panicking. As one of the few integration periods on the scene, Ming Xuan Xuan couldn't mess up. He had to calm down and stabilize the situation. His face was ugly, but he still managed to smile at her: "Okay."

But he still looked back at the elders behind him from time to time. Ming Xuan was already unstable, and now he was afraid that his mental collapse would be even more serious.

Ye Qiao had no time to provide him with psychological counseling. The elders blew themselves up and the thousands of disciples behind him were the most desperate. As for the disciples, it was not Qin Fanfan who brought them in and taught them step by step, but the elders. .

Since entering the Changming Sect, the masters of the Twelve Peaks and the elders have led them to practice. At this moment, seeing the most respected elders self-destructing, it is nothing more than the sky falling.

Xue Yu fiercely protected the children behind him, threw the elixir bottle to Duan Hengdao, "Find a way to spread it out."

Duan Hengdao responded, holding a spiritual fan in his hand, and violently fanned the elixir into the group of corpses. The monks who were driven looked dull, and when the elixir sent by the wind touched them, their whole bodies melted like wax.

Very poisonous elixir...

Duan Hengdao threw defensive magic weapons one by one in front, grinning and thinking, what a loss.

Not only was it useless to give a spiritual weapon to that Ye Qiao, but all the magic weapons were also used by the people of Changming Sect. If I had known, I would have given up on him.

Eat the melon and send yourself in.

Zhu You held the sword and landed in front of Xue Yu. He also tried his best to help the disciples who were unable to resist. He could save every one. Maybe it was because he was sad that he was heartbroken, or maybe the seventh elder was so powerful that it made people despair. The four sword cultivators , but neither of the two combined stages could withstand the sword of the Seventh Elder.

With this strength, no one can subdue the opponent unless the master of Wenjian Sect comes again.

Countless disciples let go of their swords and wanted to capture him without any further struggle.

Zhu You shouted angrily: "Cheer up! Isn't the light of your Changming Sect still here? Those elders are the ones who blew themselves up. What will happen to the Changming Sect if you die?"

Disciples are hope to the sect.

Xu Zhuyou's words made some sense. Countless people were holding onto their swords and trying to make a final death struggle. At the very least, the sacrifices of the elders could not be in vain.

The aura of self-destruction swept in all directions, stopping the swords flying from the sky. They also began to resist with all their strength, vowing to protect the main peak to the death, and never let the Seventh Elder succeed.

……

Ye Qiao's slash was so hard that the smell of blood spread and made the dark book go crazy.

No one knew what Ye Qiao was doing. It seemed that after she finished speaking, everyone fell silent. She stood behind everyone and looked at the scene in front of her.

His look and expression seemed a little cold.

Nonsense, the blood of the secret book was drained by her. Ye Qiao pinched it tightly, seeming to sense the collapse and anxiety of its master.

The secret book finally made a move, and the snow-white pages suddenly flew into the air. Ye Qiao's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed it.

In an instant, the silk threads were spread out in front of her, covering the entire place with fangs and claws, and the crazy atmosphere gradually spread.

Ye Qiao unfolded a book with his fingertips. The jet black book was held up in his palm. The snow-white pages were smudged with ink, and countless black lines were densely sticking out, which was particularly eye-catching.

Countless people gasped and looked at this scene blankly.

Being watered by Ye Qiao's blood, An Shu felt so comfortable that he almost screamed, ahhh, it felt so good, he felt so good.

As a result, the entire Yuming Mountain Peak was covered by those silk-like lines, exuding strong malice.

Evil nature.

Everyone present frowned, and Ming Xuan was slightly startled: "That book..."

Where did it come from?

Zhu You murmured to himself: "It feels a bit like the evil weapon we were suppressed thousands of years ago?"

But isn’t that thing sealed by Wen Jian Zong?

How did she get it?

Ye Qiao held a book in one hand, and the palm of her hand was frozen. The spiritual sword in her hand transformed into a flying fairy sword, and the aura of the peak of divine transformation was poured into the sword. At the same time, all things were thrown out, and vines rose up under her feet to send her up. , she took advantage of the force and jumped.

She quickly swung her Ten Thousand Swords back to the clan, and countless mysterious sword shadows hovered beside her, as if waiting for her orders. As Ye Qiao swung down, the sword fell like rain, and the fierce wind and rain disappeared into the group of corpses!

Wan Jian returns to his clan.

Ye Qinghan suddenly turned his head to look at her.