Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The Law of Words and Spirits is a technique that can only be performed by those in the Mahayana realm.

Because of the strange thunder tribulation that caused the destiny to disappear, no one noticed that Yun Ci had advanced silently.

She advanced after the Azure Dragon Trial.

When Baihu terminated the contract, he not only reminded Yun Ci to go to Xunlong City, he also did something else.

Give her the gift of contracting a divine beast.

——Enough cultivation to reach the Mahayana realm.

Use the status that the world needs to look up to to fulfill the so-called grand trial scene.

That's why Yun Ci dared to let Xia Qingzhou appear as he wished.

"Did you forget it."

Yun Ci spoke calmly, as if he was just stating an insignificant matter, "You planted the seeds yourself."

"Grow... me who knows a little bit of everything."

Three thousand worlds are too long.

Long enough for her to learn other things besides how to be a human being.

Yun Ci twisted her fingers with one hand and brandished her sword with the other: "It can also be regarded as the grace of raising me." Her sleeves fluttered, her figure was as slender as a pine tree, and she said, "The fruits of a hundred years...should be shared with you."

The so-called sharing was that Xia Qingzhou felt her full strength at the cost of getting hurt.

The cracks on the surface of the crystal that can isolate spiritual power are getting bigger and bigger.

Xia Qingzhou became more and more irritated, and the cracks on his face connected together to form a dark red mark.

The magic spells he displayed were not as clear and elegant as those used by Yan Yongcheng.

He was easily suppressed by Yun Ci's open sword intent.

The array plate produced chains again.

This time, Xia Qingzhou's soul was locked tightly.

The second rule of the Word Spirit is: Don’t lose.

This is also the dead end that Yun Ci set for himself.

While Xia Qingzhou was restrained by the Word Spirit Law, the azure light of the law suddenly increased in momentum.

The light emitted by the runes overflowing from the fingertips was reflected in Yun Ci's eyes. The stars behind him continued to emit nebulae, layer after layer, almost drowning the two of them.

The wind stirred up by the long sword became even stronger.

Thousands of sword shadows appeared on the formation plate under his feet, and with Yun Ci's movements, they merged into a huge sword.

The body of the Shengku Lan sword is no longer empty.

Flowers and birds were suspended all around, the light of Dharma was flashing, and it caused lightning.

Yun Ci flew up and made some hand gestures, then suddenly looked down at Xia Qingzhou.

Not right.

Xia Qingzhou, whose predecessor was the Dao of Heaven, should be more familiar with how to use the rules of heaven and earth than Yun Ci.

But his decline seemed to be...hiding something.

Xia Qingzhou looked up at her, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale face, and the next moment the seal in his hand was finally completed.

The light became brighter, and the sea suspended in the sky fell down. Amid the rumbling sound, he said sternly:

"You're dead, Yun Ci. You've already died along with the people you wanted to save!"

The endless waves surged, making the sky and the earth pale in comparison.

Whether it was Yun Ci's or Feng Nantian's spiritual laws, they suddenly became ineffective and the light particles were blown away by the air waves.

The smell of seawater lingered in his nose, and Xia Qingzhou showed his killer move: "Yun Ci, how are you going to save the people under the chess game?"

The power of the Canghai falling from a high place will only be greater than that of Haili.

This act of disregarding the lives of ordinary people fulfilled Xia Qingzhou's wish to activate the demonic energy.

Countless creatures raised their heads, looked at the strange sight and cried out in despair.

The demonic energy that sensed fear was eroding the four realms at an increasingly faster speed, and the overflowing mist quickly contaminated nearby creatures, causing them to lose their minds and turn into weapons that only knew how to kill.

If Yun Ci wants to save the world, he must give up the fight with Xia Qingzhou and let him become a true god.

It won’t be so easy to kill Xia Qingzhou at that time.

The strange smile on his face froze when he saw the sword raised again.

The sword intent was sharper than before: "You want to save the people by yourself, who do you think I am?" The sea water in the sky was dispersed by the sword intent and turned into drizzle. Yun Ci said coldly, "The people who need to be saved to survive, who are you going to rely on next time?"

"The heavenly tribulation is not just my fate."

Only at this moment did Yun Ci realize that the so-called four-direction heavenly tribulation was not meant for her to endure alone.

A building is about to collapse and one tree cannot support it.

This destiny concerns all people in the world.

It was Yun Ci, and also Xia Qingzhou.

"Xia Qingzhou, you are a genius born from destiny, and you are here for the present." She said, "You are here for the people you have ignored."

As Yun Ci said, after the geniuses have severed their worldly ties, they can calmly accept the calamity of life and death.

Countless people died in the impact of the vast ocean, and the fear aroused by their blood turned into a will to fight, causing the disciples to risk everything and kill even more bravely.

Of course, mortals will feel fear when faced with natural disasters.

But we can see that the disciples did not retreat but advanced, and tremblingly told the children in their arms to believe.

We must believe in this group of disciples from the immortal sect, and believe that... our parents and relatives will also do their best to protect them during the flood.

Various colored Dharma lights lit up one after another.

The sounds of the tide, wind and swords intertwined together. The defense formation formed by the disciples covered the people and was protected by the elders.

The previous generation has its own responsibilities.

This generation has its own pride.

The common people are saving each other, saving humans and monsters, and also saving those kind-hearted demon cultivators.

The so-called evil sects and the so-called righteous sects work together to stop the demons who want to take advantage of the situation to seize territory.

Some demons had their minds corroded by evil spirits so long ago that they could no longer distinguish right from wrong. Those who only knew how to fight could not reason with others, and were killed one by one.

Some were afraid of being punished, so they charged forward anyway, and when they were persuaded by their own people, they changed sides.

There are also some who can see the current crisis clearly, but are unwilling to fight the enemy together with humans.

This is the case with the demon cultivator in front of Jiang Hua.

It was Fenglan whom I had seen in Xunlong City.

"Senior Fenglan, some grudges can actually be put aside."

"Boy, since you didn't call me girl, I can show mercy." Feng Lan still wore the pair of silver gloves, and performed the illusion quickly and fiercely. "I don't want to return to this disgusting human world, so just treat me as a selfish person."

What she is best at is illusion.

The reason that trapped Jiang Hua's realm was finally discovered.

Jiang Hua, who taught Xiaolong Yunbai how to cry in order to gain the most sympathy and is about to become a friend of women, has a mother who has water spirit roots.

A...water spirit root in captivity.

The mother tried her best to give birth to little Jiang Hua, and at the cost of her life span, she concealed his spiritual roots.

However, because of this, little Jiang Hua, who retained his mother's spiritual power, was recognized as a water spiritual root, and had been learning how to please his master as a cauldron since he was a child.

One night, his mother, who was breathing weakly, held him in the corner, looked at the half-full moon shining through the small window above her head, and asked with sobs whether little Jiang Hua would resent her.

Little Jiang Hua hugged his mother and said that she was the other half of the bright moon in the starry sky, a beautiful mother, the best mother in the world, and he loved her so much.

His eyes were clean and pure, yet they made the woman burst into tears.

She wiped the tears from her face, hugged little Jiang Hua and whispered to him the joy of flying in the wind as a monk.

When Xiao Jianghua was still in a daze, he heard a very soft apology.