The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

A young man from Gu Shu Mountain who was at the Dao-Slaying Realm came out, holding a Dao sword, and looked at Ye Baiyi and said, "Gu Shu Mountain, Fu Feng, Daoist friend, please help!"

Ancestor Hongwu glanced at the young man calmly and said, "Zhan Dao Realm is too weak! Let Hongchen Realm take action."

"this......"

The young man was stunned for a second, but didn't dare to say anything and retreated obediently.

Some people in the Red Dust Realm present had frowns on their faces. They were not young people, but people who had lived for a long time.

Patriarch Hongwu looked at Zhenmotian and said calmly, "Let the little girl in the Demon Suppression Tower come out."

The white-haired Taoist priest showed a strange look on his face.

Boom!

A large door of the Demon-Suppressing Tower opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman in a black dress, with snow-white skin and an alluring appearance walked out.

She was like a fairy, with a graceful figure and long beautiful legs. With every step she took, a rune spread across the ground. Her cultivation was also not weak, having reached the peak of the Red Dust Realm.

"I am the Saintess of Ancient Shu Mountain, Meng Shaoqing! Greetings, Senior."

Meng Shaoqing saluted to Patriarch Hongwu.

She is the Holy Maiden of Ancient Shu Mountain, the number one among the younger generation of Ancient Shu Mountain. She is extremely talented and has reached the peak of the Red Dust Realm at a young age.

Looking at the younger generation in the entire virtual world, he can also be ranked among the top ten.

Patriarch Hongwu nodded gently, looked at Ye Lingtian and said, "You can have a sparring match with this Saintess from Ancient Shu Mountain."

"Ok?"

The white-haired Taoist and others subconsciously looked at Ye Lingtian and raised their eyebrows. Is there something extraordinary about this young man?

Jiang Wudao explained: "This is the third son of Tianmen, Ye Lingtian!"

"Third Young Master?"

The white-haired old Taoist had naturally never heard of this. He looked at Meng Shaoqing and said, "Since fellow Daoist Hongwu is interested in this, you can have a discussion with this young Master Ye."

Ye Lingtian put his hands behind his back and smiled calmly at the Shushan people, saying: "Of course there is no problem with the competition, but if Shushan loses, you have to hand over Wu Xinyu. After all, Ye Baiyi is here, and it is not a good idea for you to keep him."

"..."

When Wu Xinyu was mentioned, Jiang Wudao and others fell silent.

Wu Xinyu’s condition is not good now and she is not far from death.

"Forget it! Let's spar first, you will release me soon."

Ye Lingtian took a step and flew to an iron chain of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

He looked at Meng Shaoqing and said, "You are so young, but you have already reached the peak of the Red Dust Realm. Looking at the younger generation in the Void Realm, you should be ranked among the best!"

Meng Shaoqing frowned slightly, but still said calmly: "The virtual world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, I am nothing."

After saying that, she flew to another chain. It was obvious that Ye Lingtian's critical tone made her very uncomfortable.

She did not think there was anything wrong with an existence like the Hongwu Patriarch commenting on her, but she was very unhappy when a young man from the lower realm also commented on her in this way.

"Take action! One chance."

Ye Lingtian shook his head.

call out!

A cold light flashed in Meng Shaoqing's eyes, and with a wave of her hand, a Taoist sword of an ancient Shushan disciple flew into her hand.

She held the long sword and slashed towards Ye Lingtian in an instant. The sword light flashed, runes were dense, and the sword light was dazzling. The sword had the power to move mountains and was extremely ferocious.

"..."

Ye Lingtian slowly stretched out a hand, and when Meng Shaoqing came towards him with a sword, he slapped him with his backhand.

boom!

A huge hand print instantly slapped onto Meng Shaoqing's sword, the sword was shattered, and the terrifying palm print hit Meng Shaoqing.

Meng Shaoqing didn't even have time to dodge before he was slapped and flew dozens of meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and many of his bones were broken.

Ye Lingtian glanced at Meng Shaoqing, then suddenly appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his snow-white neck.

"..."

Meng Shaoqing felt cold all over, with shock in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would be defeated like this, without any resistance at all. Are all the young people in Jiuzhou so powerful?

"Third Master, please stop!"

Jiang Wudao spoke quickly.

Ye Lingtian's strength was beyond his expectations. Even someone as strong as Meng Shaoqing, who was at the peak of the Red Dust Realm, was defeated by him with just one move. It was truly terrifying.

The people from Shushan were also shocked, and looked at Ye Lingtian with eyes full of disbelief.

The white-haired Taoist priest and the others were also shocked and said quickly, "Show mercy."

They also did not expect that Ye Lingtian's strength was so terrifying that he defeated the Saint Maiden at the peak of the Red Dust Realm with just one move. Is this still the young man from Jiuzhou that they knew?

"..."

A faint smile appeared on the face of Patriarch Hongwu.

"If we repeat the topic just now, the beautiful flowers before our eyes will be reduced to ashes."

Ye Lingtian had a gentle expression and exerted slight force in his hands.

"Let them go! Let us let them go."

An old Taoist priest from Mount Shu came out and spoke immediately.

Afterwards, a woman from Shushan came over, supporting the pale-faced Wu Xinyu.

"..."

When Ye Baiyi saw Wu Xinyu, his pupils shrank and he immediately came to Wu Xinyu and supported her.

Wu Xinyu gave Ye Baiyi a pale smile: "I want to go somewhere...where there is no one..."

"I'll take you."

Ye Baiyi took a deep breath and picked up Wu Xinyu. He glanced at Ye Lingtian and Patriarch Hongwu, then flew away.

"Third Young Master, the people have been released. Please release Saint Lady Meng as well."

Jiang Wudao said quickly.

Meng Shaoqing is the saint of the ancient Shu Mountain. The current Shu Mountain is no longer controlled by this group of people, but by the people of the ancient Shu Mountain.

If something happens to the Holy Maiden of the ancient Shu Mountain, they will also be to blame. A group of people from the Shu Mountain’s Taoist sect in the virtual world have come, but there will be more powerful people to follow.

"Saint! She's quite powerful."

Ye Lingtian waved his hand casually, and a powerful force pushed Meng Shaoqing back.

He looked at the people from Ancient Shu Mountain present and said, "If anyone wants to spar with you under Tianxu, feel free to come up. It's no problem for everyone to come up together."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired Taoist priest subconsciously looked towards Patriarch Hongwu.

Patriarch Hongwu smiled faintly and said, "This young man from my Tianmen is born a playboy, very arrogant, and ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. You people from Ancient Shu Mountain can teach him a lesson and let him understand what the sky is high and the sea is vast. Under the sky, everyone can attack together."

"Since Fellow Daoist Hongwu has said so, you should take action."

The white-haired Taoist said in a deep voice.

"..."

A dozen Red Dust Realm cultivators from Ancient Shu Mountain looked at each other, and with a flash of their figures, they surrounded Ye Lingtian in an instant. They did not hesitate and attacked directly.

Ye Lingtian waved his sleeves and the Exiled Immortal Sword appeared in his hand when these people pounced over.

Clang!

The Exiled Immortal Sword was immediately unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and a fierce sword energy burst out.

The dozen or so people in the Red Dust Realm froze in their tracks, their necks felt cold, and horror appeared in their eyes.

There were tiny bloodstains on their necks and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. If the sword had only gone in a little further, their heads would have fallen off...