I was tricked by the yandere villain Master all the way to my ascension

"Girl Jiang, are you okay?"

Feng Yun hurriedly stepped forward to help the man who was on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Lijiu took half a step back, avoiding contact, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

After saying that, under the eyes of everyone, she held the Xuanyuan Sword and walked step by step towards the man in black who had lost both arms and was lying on the ground twisted in pain.

"Mr. Tianxin, do you know who wants to kill me?"

"Bitch, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!" The man gritted his teeth as he felt his arms and somewhere numb with pain.

"Pfft~"

Silver light flashed.

The sharp sword tip penetrated his waist and abdomen, missing only half an inch, and could easily pierce the dantian.

Tianxinlangjun panicked.

I didn’t expect that in the world of cultivation, which loves sanctimony the most, there would be people who looked so noble and innocent, but were actually complete lunatics.

"stop!"

"Are you willing to tell this young master?" Jiang Lijiu asked.

However, she still had no intention of taking back the sword in her hand, "You said you can die happily, but if you don't say it, I will cut off your two legs, destroy your cultivation and throw it away in your favorite place."

"Borthello, Wase, should be very willing to take you in."

"After all, your enemies are all over the three realms. I think there will be many people who are happy to watch you or be lucky to you."

The corner of her lips curled up with a sneer, "So, don't play tricks on me, otherwise, the consequences will be catastrophic, and you won't be able to survive or die."

Tianxin Langjun's veil fell in the tumbling, and his face, which was originally so gorgeous that it was indistinguishable from male to female, turned pale and revealed disbelief, "You... you are really a devil!"

"one."

"Jiang Lijiu, how could Junheng have a daughter like you?"

"two."

"I……"

"I would like to advise you to think carefully before proceeding, and cherish this last opportunity."

Jiang Lijiu kindly reminded him, Tianxin Langjun's voice paused, and an unprecedented despair rose in his heart.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his eyes, and what he saw in the girl's cold and calm eyes was his inevitable death.

She really dares!

For a moment, my heart felt ashamed.

"It's the peak master of Wuji Immortal Palace, the eighth elder in the family, Qi Cangzheng. Even Xiaoling Mountain was the task he entrusted to Feitian Palace last time."

As soon as he said this, the eight elders of the Immortal Sect who came here looked at each other.

I originally thought that the Yuan family wanted to capture Jiang Lijiu as a hostage and escort him to Yuan Town in the far south, or that the Jin family was unwilling to accept the death of Jin Xiao.

But no one thought that he would be one of Wuji Immortal Palace’s own!

"what!"

The screams were earth-shattering and brought everyone back to their senses.

Jiang Lijiu sheathed his sword.

At her feet, a man in the early stages of becoming a god was staring at death with a vague look of terror in his eyes.

"Did father hear this?" She took out the sound-transmitting jade pendant and asked.

There was silence on the other side. After a moment, the voice was suppressed with anger and said, "What a Qi Cangzheng, what a Feitian Palace."

"How dare you attack my Lord's daughter several times. It seems that you are too kind to them."

"Don't worry, keep on going. My father is here and I will never let you suffer this injustice."

Jun Heng's words made the elders understand.

Qi Cang is finished!

There are many among them who are one or two hundred years old, and they have some understanding of the number one Immortal Palace Master in the world of cultivation.

When Jun Heng was young, he was as cold as a thousand-mile glacier illuminated by the bright moon on the top of a mountain. He was so cold and unparalleled that few of his peers dared to challenge his momentum.

Later, when he was forced to become the leader, his temper became more and more peaceful, and he never used his power to oppress others.

As time passed, everyone thought that this leader Jun, who would never violate the rules of the cultivation world, was easy to talk to.

But he forgot that more than 130 years ago, as the eldest son of the Jun family, he was poisoned by the fifth daughter of the Liu family, and wanted to cook the rice.

Unexpectedly, he stole the chicken but lost the rice. Jun Heng mercilessly destroyed his spiritual roots with a sword. The family behind him was also implicated. Now he has fallen out of the top [-] of the family and is in a state of collapse.

Thinking of this, the look in Jiang Lijiu's eyes changed.

The saying, like father, like daughter, has been repeated in everyone's mind.

After listening to Jun Heng's instructions, Jiang Lijiu turned around and found that people around her were avoiding her sight.

"Girl Jiang, are there any other Feitian Palace killers?" an elder asked.

She shook her head, "There are five people in total, and they have all been killed."

"That's good." Feng Yun walked up to her and sighed softly.

"The elders are here to clean up. Go back and rest quickly. Take a pill to heal your injuries."

"Thank you."

Jiang Lijiu was led by Feng Yun to shrink into an inch and came to the cave where the formation was set up.

The huge cave is empty and dark.

Only a pile of firewood gave off a faint warm glow.

The young disciples were either meditating or sleeping soundly.

She walked lightly, walked behind the innermost stone wall of the cave, sat down cross-legged, and swallowed a healing elixir.

Upon seeing this, Fengyun Xianzun waved his hand and used a shielding formation.

"Once the injury is over, you can sleep peacefully. No one else can come in. I'll go up there and keep watch. I'll call you early tomorrow morning."

After he finished explaining, he was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he paused and added: "I know you still can't let go of Mr. Shen, and want to improve your strength as soon as possible to have a life-or-death contest with the ghost clan."

"But in cultivation, haste makes waste, and your state of mind must be stable."

"Otherwise, it's easy to go astray."

"Your Majesty said, this junior will remember it." Jiang Lijiu lowered his long eyelashes to hide the emotions that were about to surge out of his eyes, "I understand what I am doing."

"Ah."

Feng Yun nodded.

He looked back at her again before walking out of the formation.

Only then did Jiang Lijiu cover his chest, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corners of his lips, and his spotless white sleeves were instantly filled with bright red.

Following the slender white hand, it soon turned into a pool of blood.

Fighting across a huge realm, she risked her life just like she did in her previous life.

She was afraid she wouldn't have time.

I'm also afraid that I won't be able to wait until Shen Yujin comes back.

Only at that moment on the edge of life and death, she actually felt extremely peaceful.

But she can't die.

She wants to wait for that person to come back alive!

So, she closed her eyes, recited the Bing Xin Jue silently, and began to enter meditation.

Looking inside with his spiritual consciousness, he saw a vivid ice-blue Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in his Dantian. Behind him, half a spiritual pattern appeared vaguely in the huge spiritual seal halo.

The advancement of realm becomes slower and slower. In tonight's battle, I almost lost a life before I could improve half a spirit pattern. If it were before, I would have added at least two or three more.

Fortunately, others didn't know what she was thinking.

In the early stage of leaving the body, half a spiritual pattern can be formed in half a year. This kind of cultivation speed is simply unbelievable.

One level can be improved by half in the early stage of transformation, for a total of twelve levels. That is to say, after killing 24 more stages of transformation, one can break through the realm.

No one dares to think of such a cultivation method, and even thinking about it is too much to do but not enough.

Not everyone can cross the realm and kill their opponent!

Time passed by minute by minute.

Jiang Lijiu opened his eyes and saw that his injuries had recovered somewhat.

She cast a cleaning spell, changed her clothes, took out the fox fur that Jun Heng gave her before leaving, covered her body, leaned her back against the cold stone wall, and fell asleep.

It seemed like I was dreaming again, among the bones and bones, a tall and ragged figure staggered forward...