Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

"puff!"

The long sword stabbed by Qingyi did not stab Su Ping, but quietly emerged from Qingyan's eyebrows.

"you you you...!"

Qingyan's face was filled with disbelief. She turned to look at Qingyi without saying a complete sentence!

The sudden change made the atmosphere in the venue suddenly freeze, as if time had stood still, and everyone had expressions of disbelief.

Qingyi's eyes became firm and bright. Last time, she harmed her brother because of her weakness. This time, she harmed someone like her brother because of her selfishness.

Was it because her brother had a spirit in heaven that someone like him appeared next to her, reminding her and asking her to make some changes?

Brother, I won't be like this anymore!

"Qingyi, what are you doing? Do you know that attacking and killing a fellow sect member is a capital crime?"

Deacon Lin's expression was filled with fear and confusion. He really couldn't figure out why Qingyi suddenly shot and killed Qingyan.

"Death penalty? So what if it's a capital crime? From the moment I found out that she killed my brother, she was destined to die in my hands!"

Later, after Qingyi's investigation, it was found that it was the person Qingyan killed. Although Qingyan was younger than her, he had performed the sect mission earlier than she had joined the sect.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Qingyi, a humble male slave, would actually make you deeply in love. This is a taboo in Yuehua Palace!"

"Now you are killing me for another male slave. Even if you kill me, you won't be able to survive!"

"I'll wait for you underground, Qingyi, you are as lowly as a male slave!"

"Shut up, you are the despicable person!"

Qingyi slowly pulled out the long sword that pierced Qingyan's skull and glanced at Qingyan with some disgust.

Qingyan's eyes completely lost their sparkle, and her body fell heavily to the ground, her eyes wide open and she would not rest in peace.

"Qingyi, the matter has come to an end. Please capture this male slave quickly and present it to the palace master. Just say that Qingyan died at the hands of this male slave and we still have a glimmer of hope."

Deacon Lin panicked. If the matter was not handled properly this time, she would definitely be sentenced to death. As long as Qingyi did as she said and pushed everything to this male slave, there might be room for change.

As Qingyi turned to look at him, Su Ping's expression tightened. No matter where there were fights, he didn't think Qingyi would let him go if he killed Qing Yan.

Qingyi and Qingyan already have a grudge. As long as they capture him and make him unable to speak, with the cooperation of Deacon Lin, Yuehua Palace may not be able to find out anything, and Yuehua Palace certainly won't. Believe what a male slave says.

The explosion just now made him weaker and weaker. He silently gathered strength and stared at Qingyi. As long as the opponent made the slightest move, he would do everything possible to kill him and then escape.

"You go!"

Qingyi shook her head, took a step forward, and stood in front of Su Ping.

"Qingyi, are you going to completely betray Yuehua Palace? Do you know the consequences?"

Qingyi ignored Deacon Lin and spoke to Su Ping again.

"You go quickly!"

"If you have any healing elixir, give it to me!" Su Ping said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Qingyi was stunned, "Can you speak?"

"Give me the elixir quickly!"

A jade bottle was thrown at Su Ping, he unscrewed the cap, poured all the elixirs in the jade bottle into his mouth, and felt the power of the medicine dispersing, and his injuries and physical strength were recovering rapidly.

Deacon Lin had recovered at this time, "Qingyi, since you have completely betrayed Yuehua Palace, then I have no choice but to capture you and bring you back to Yuehua Palace to avoid my punishment!"

"And you, like those despicable male slaves, will endure the pain of soul-sucking and refining day and night, and your soul will wail in Yuehua Palace for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years!"

Upon hearing this, Su Ping paused in his steps, and Qingyi was already fighting with Deacon Lin.

After recovering, Deacon Lin's face was as gloomy as water, his spiritual power was boiling, and the sword in his hand was shining as he kept attacking Qingyi.

Qingyi's cultivation level was not as good as the other's. Now facing the fierce Butler Lin, she was gradually at a disadvantage and was already starting to get hurt.

Not long after, Qingyi snorted coldly. During the exchange of magic weapons, Deacon Lin's long sword took the advantage and was slashed away by the sword. She fell next to Su Ping and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He glanced at Su Ping, who was still there, and frowned, "Why aren't you leaving?"

"Today, none of you can leave!"

Deacon Lin had already used his magic weapon to attack the two of them. His long sword split into two in the air, slashing at Qingyi and Su Ping respectively.

Qingyi turned over and stood in front of Su Ping. The long sword in her hand was also filled with powerful spiritual light. Countless sword energy spurted out to meet the spiritual sword that Deacon Lin was slashing at.

"boom!"

Qingyi was defeated again and flew back. Her spiritual light was dim and her aura was disordered. She was already defeated.

"Qingyi, it's really sad that you ruined your bright future for a lowly male slave!"

Deacon Lin looked at Qingyi who was still struggling on the ground. The spiritual sword in his hand flashed away and stabbed Qingyi's dantian. Qingyi had no strength to fight anymore. If the sword stabbed hard, his dantian would be destroyed.

This is the effect that Deacon Lin wants. She will not kill Qingyi. She must take Qingyi back for interrogation in order to clear her name.

Looking at the stabbing spirit sword, Qingyi did not despair, but her eyes were soft and she murmured. "Brother, I'm sorry, Qingyi is here to accompany you!"

He moved the sword in his hand towards his neck, intending to commit suicide!

Suddenly, Su Ping moved and knocked the long sword out of Qingyi's hand. At the same time, he grabbed the spiritual sword that was stabbing Qingyi's Dantian in his hand.

The sword energy and spiritual light on the spiritual sword continued to explode, competing with the strong power of energy and blood. The sword energy pierced the skin, the blade cut through the palm, and streams of blood flowed down.

No matter how much the spirit sword struggled and how much Deacon Lin used it, it was firmly grasped by Su Ping's huge power and could not escape.

Looking at Deacon Lin with cold eyes, the power in his hand gradually increased, Su Ping's expression turned ferocious, and the spiritual light on the spiritual sword began to dim.

"Oh!"

The spirit sword whined, and the spiritual light completely dissipated, lying quietly in the palm of the hand like a mortal soldier, no longer struggling.

The healing elixir carried by the golden elixir monks was much more effective than the foundation-building monks they had hunted before. After just a short while, although the physical body had not returned to its full strength, it no longer felt weak and had the strength to fight.

The magic weapon was damaged, and Deacon Lin suffered a backlash. His face instantly turned pale, and his throat felt so sweet that he almost spurted out blood.

After taking a look at Qingyi, who looked surprised, Su Ping rushed towards Deacon Lin, his fists hitting the opponent like raindrops, and the strong power of blood made Deacon Lin's scalp numb.

Every blow made a terrifying impact sound, and the aura of the Xiangpa held in front of her trembled crazily, and she could only input a steady stream of mana into the defensive weapon.

"boom!"

Roaring angrily, the power of the elixir in his body was still continuously repairing his injuries. Su Ping's combat power became stronger and stronger. One punch was stronger than the other. The void shook and the fragrant handkerchief roared.

The power of qi and blood was already boiling, and his fist mixed with red blood hit the fragrant handkerchief hard. A shattering sound was heard, the aura of the fragrant handkerchief dissipated, and cracks filled the air.

Without the protection of the fragrant handkerchief, Deacon Lin's heart was full of ghosts and his face became paler. Before he had time to react, Su Ping punched him in the chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, a dent appeared in her chest, her bones were broken, and the heartbreaking pain made her breath short.

Then there was another punch, the force of which shattered Deacon Lin's Dantian, and Deacon Lin fell to his knees helplessly.