Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Ji Wanchu turned his head and looked.

I saw the man standing quietly aside. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers spread out, and the palm prints were clearly distinguishable.

Ji Wanchou's expression suddenly changed, and he said in horror: "What, what do you want to do?"

Song Ci smiled broadly, "Of course I'm sending you, fellow Taoist, to a blissful life."

Ji Wanchou's face turned pale and he pretended to be calm, "How reckless! I am the chief disciple of Yunxiao Palace. How can I kill you if you want?"

"Don't you also have fun killing other sect disciples?"

Song Ci asked back, and then calmly repeated something Ji Wanchou once said, "Isn't death normal in the secret realm?"

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Ji Wanchou's forehead, "Let me live, and you must set the conditions."

"Fellow Taoist, it's better to walk all the way."

The next second, Song Ci suddenly clenched his palms, and a strong suction force acted on Ji Wanchou's soul.

Ji Wanchou felt his soul tremble, as if it had been cut by some sharp blade and torn apart.

The pain spread throughout his body, and he disappeared into the air without even uttering a scream.

The souls of the remaining Yunxiao Palace disciples were also spared, and eventually turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Song Ci slowly closed his palms and took a deep breath.

Fortunately, there was a killing array, and fortunately the timing was accurate, otherwise he would have died.

After dealing with these guys, he was about to leave when suddenly, a black shadow appeared out of thin air and stared down at him.

Song Ci's heart beat violently.

"Junior, how dare you kill my Yunxiao Palace disciples!" A cold and majestic voice came, carrying a strong intimidation.

Song Ci's pupils shrank suddenly, turned around and ran away.

"Humph!"

The phantom sneered coldly, and a powerful force swept over the sky and overwhelmingly shook him back to where he was.

"Pfft!" Song Ci's throat was hot and he couldn't help but spit out blood.

This person's strength far exceeds his, and it's extremely terrifying!

"Suffer death." The phantom stepped forward and approached Song Ci step by step.

Every time he took a step, Song Ci's heart seemed to twitch violently.

He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to stay calm.

The shadow was getting closer and closer, only ten meters away from him.

A hint of perseverance and madness flashed across Song Ci's eyes. He moved his dantian violently, and a surging force broke through the restraints and poured into the edge of the sword.

In an instant, the long sword buzzed and made a harsh sword whistle.

"Zheng!"

The long sword slashed down, and a biting chill swept over him.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, sweeping across the wilderness!

"Huh?" The phantom raised his eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting that this little guy could explode with such powerful power.

He couldn't help but glance up.

The young man held a sword in his hand, his handsome face was filled with a cold and solemn expression, and his brows were full of fierce offensive.

The shadow turned his body slightly to avoid the sharp sword light and punched it out.

"boom--"

Song Ci flew backwards and fell hard against the stone wall.

The stone wall exploded, revealing a huge sunken area.

Song Ci groaned, scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was shaking.

However, this time the distance between him and the phantom was a little wider, and he decisively used his escape technique to escape again.

After all, the phantom is just a piece of spiritual consciousness left on Ji Wanchou's body, not the real person, and can only last for a short time.

He glanced at Song Ci indifferently, and his figure gradually became illusory.

Song Ci noticed that his breath had dissipated, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, panted heavily, and half-knelt on the ground.

"Sigh~"

He took a breath of air, his body was covered in scars, and his clothes were already soaked in blood.

Song Ci reluctantly stood up, took out the ointment and applied it on his body to stop the bleeding slightly.

Looking around, I found myself in a lush forest.

The spiritual energy here was stronger. He sat cross-legged and mobilized the vitality of his Dantian to heal his internal injuries.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the secret realm to be closed. The fog in the valley gradually dissipated, leaving only a few monks who had not yet come out of the secret realm.

"call--"

Song Ci exhaled, opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining.

He stretched his muscles and bones to make sure that his body was fine, and then quickly walked out of the secret realm.

After the journey to the secret realm was over, it was time for him to return to his sect and continue his cultivation.

……

At the same time, inside Yunxiao Palace.

Several soul lamps were extinguished at the same time, and the huge palace was as silent as death.

The head of Yunxiao Palace looked ferocious and roared: "Who! Who killed this disciple?"

"Old Yin, I remember that you once left a trace of spiritual consciousness on Ji Wanchou. Do you know who the murderer is?" asked a gray-haired old man.

Old Yin looked gloomy, "He is...a disciple of the Yunyan Sect."

"Yunyan Sect..."

The white-haired old man sneered twice, "What a Yunyan Sect. My disciples were crushed to ashes within the scope of its sect. Now, Ji Wanqiu and dozens of other disciples have also been killed in the secret realm. Our bones have been crushed, what else do you have to say?"

Another old man echoed in a deep voice: "How brave! How dare a little Yunyan Sect attack my direct disciple of Yunxiao Palace, I must make him pay the price!"

"Yes, this matter must not be let go."

The leader was furious, "Give me the order to immediately summon all the peak masters and elders in Yunxiao Palace to go to Yunyan Sect. You must show it some color!"

"Is the headmaster planning to start a war directly? Please think twice!"

Mr. Yin hurriedly stopped him and said, "Although Yunyan Sect is only a third-rate sect, the cultivation level of the leader of Yunyan Sect is in the late Nascent Soul stage. If we act rashly, we may not get any advantage."

"Humph, what about the later stage of Nascent Soul? He is the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Yunyan Sect, but we have four in Yunxiao Palace, why should we be afraid of him?"

"Besides, the Supreme Elder of our sect is already attacking the Transformation God. By then, what will a mere Yunyan Sect mean? It can be destroyed with just a raise of a hand."

"But there are casualties in the secret realm——" Yin Laogang spat out a few words.

The leader's face was livid, he shouted angrily, and interrupted his words: "When has this happened? What else is there to consider? All the disciples of my sect were killed, and not a trace of their souls were left. Do I still want to swallow this?" Are you so angry?"

Everyone was silent, and they all understood that the master had no evil intentions.

"Gather all the peak masters and elders in Yunxiao Palace to go to Yunyan Sect and destroy other sects!" The leader spoke again, loudly.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, everyone stopped talking and responded in unison: "Yes!"