Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Mu Limo is worthy of being the disciple of the world's number one swordsman. He actually comprehended the Sword Master's sword intent at the critical moment. This is the most difficult sword intent to comprehend for cultivators in the world.

Commanding the swords of the world, what a terrifying power.

Looking at the thousands of spirit swords in the sky emitting murderous intent towards her, Feng Boqing couldn't help but feel a fear, which was not even a fear from life safety, but a fear of the unknown. She could no longer see what Mu Limo's ultimate ability was, and what her final limit was.

Mu Limo is only over a hundred years old, but she can achieve what her master could only do when he was four hundred years old - the Sword of the King.

I am the only one who is supreme in the world.

At this moment, Elder Ding felt as if he was about to lose his balance. The murderous intent in the heavens and the earth was directed at him the most. He felt that every pore in his body was being fiercely stared at by every sword in the sky. In the next moment, he might be pierced by thousands of swords and blood would splatter on the spot.

Never in his life had he felt so insignificant and in so terrible a danger as he did at this moment.

This is clearly just a little girl at the initial stage of the Out-of-Mundane Realm, and clearly just a young female junior apprentice who is over a hundred years old.

But at this moment, when he saw her, it was as if he saw an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of the earth.

The murderous intent in the air seemed to devour him in the next moment, and at this time Elder Feng stood in front of Li Mo, not allowing her to take another step forward.

The cold sword intent between heaven and earth deepened, and countless frosts cut into everyone's skin like small swords, making people tremble uncontrollably.

But Feng Boqing didn't move away. She looked at Mu Limo's almost black eyes and said in a deep voice: "Mu Limo, if you hurt Elder Ding or kill him, you can never go back. Don't be impulsive."

Murimu's eyes remained unchanged, like an indifferent god, calm and without any waves.

"Besides, once you kill someone, you will destroy Ducang Peak."

When the three words "Du Cang Peak" appeared, Feng Boqing saw a slight glimmer in Mu Limo's eyes, so he continued: "As the second disciple of Du Cang Peak, how can you explain to the world and the righteous way for killing the elder of Wen Tian Sect? How can you let your master deal with it? How can you tell the world that his teachings were correct and he didn't want to teach a cold-blooded killer who would kill his fellow disciples?"

Everyone noticed that Mu Limo didn't move and didn't take another step forward.

Mu Limo could kill people and be stained with blood, and could also become a demon and betray her sect without frowning, but she was unwilling to bring a stigma to Du Cangfeng, and did not want her master to become the target of world criticism and the saint to be tainted by the dust.

Du Cang Peak is the last obsession in her heart and the only pure land in her heart.

Li Mo suddenly felt a twisted pain. She clearly wanted to kill everyone, kill every bystander who watched Du Cang Peak fall into crisis. She even wanted to kill everyone in the world now, but she couldn't. She couldn't do it. She couldn't get her hands stained with blood.

Because she is Mu Jianfei's apprentice.

He is a disciple of the number one man in the world, Heavenly Sword God.

Mu Jianfei represents the righteousness of the world, and she is his only disciple.

"Master..." She opened her lips softly, her words were like a thread, and a tear slowly slid down her cheek...

She didn't even know why she was crying.

But it just flowed down naturally.

Nameless sorrow filled her heart... After living two lives as a willful person, this was the first time she tasted the bitter fruit of struggle and helplessness.

What you ask for is not what you get, what you think about is not what you want...

Fine snow slowly falls on the earth...

Countless snowflakes flew around, staining the sky and the earth, shocking everyone. The fine snow covered everyone's hair, and the glass was even turned into a snowman made of ice by the fine snow. The sword intent in the sky was still cold, and no one dared to move...

The branches of white plum blossoms in the outer courtyard of Lingxuan Hall on Ducang Peak sway gently, and the beautiful fragrance overflows, adding a hint of the coldness of heaven and earth. The buds of white plum blossoms bloom in the wind, the stamens lightly spit out, the dew stains the branches, and a spring atmosphere fills the courtyard...

The wind gently blew against the branches, bringing up a thin layer of icy velvet, but it did not destroy the suddenly blossoming white plum petals, but made them bloom even more gorgeously. The plum fragrance filled the world, dyeing the floating snow between the sky and the earth with a layer of gorgeousness...

Plum blossoms and fine snow linger in front of Lingxuan Temple on Ducang Peak...

White, the ultimate white, permeates the heaven and earth, as if it cannot tolerate a single trace of other colors.

It was an indescribable and unstoppable force, quiet and silent. The white snow became the law of heaven and earth, controlling everything in the world.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, targeting Ducang Peak.

Suddenly, ice and snow flew, white plum blossoms fell, countless petals flew everywhere, the ground of Lingxuan Palace began to tremble, countless buildings were shattered by the thunder, and then returned to their original state under the light array that flashed purple light outside the building.

The broken flowers fell like rain, floating in the air, dancing with the white snow under the thunderbolt...

The earth shook, the mountains trembled, divine light shone brightly, and the sky was full of red clouds.

Everyone was stunned, their faces turning into extreme shock.

The voice of Qinghua Zhenjun came from far away: "Everyone stop——"

They might still be far away from the sect and unable to arrive immediately, so they could only use the sound transmission instrument to transmit the sound. Li Mo's hand holding the sword trembled for a moment, and he didn't know whether to think: Qinghua Zhenjun actually arrived at this moment, or should think that he didn't arrive later.

Surprisingly, it was not only the voice of Qinghua Zhenjun that came, but also the voice of Si Renxuan who had disappeared. It seemed that Qinghua Zhenjun came back so late because he was looking for Si Renxuan and Si Xiaoxiao.

Si Renxuan's voice came from afar and floated into Li Mo's ears, but it was intermittent, like anxiety and joy - "Li Mo, don't be impulsive, my sister and I found a wisp of the God's soul in the lower world and brought him back. He is about to wake up, don't go crazy... Think about Du Cang Peak, think about your master -"

Li Mo, who looked like a snow statue, moved. She blinked, and the fine snow on her body fell silently from her body, gently melting into the ground, slowly disappearing into thin air, revealing the original green grass color on the ground...

Master... has woken up...

Master...is back...

She could hardly hear anything now, but she could vaguely hear Si Renxuan's words. What did he mean? Master was unconscious, was there a trace of his soul in the lower world?

So, he and Si Xiaoxiao found that half of the soul, so the master is back?

That's why True Lord Qinghua didn't return to the sect for a long time. It was also to find his master. Was it not only to find Si Renxuan and Si Xiaoxiao, but also to avenge his disciple's death?

Li Mo's grip on the sword loosened. She watched helplessly as the second and third bolts of heavenly thunder struck Du Cang Peak, but she was unable to think or move. She was like a dazed puppet, standing between heaven and earth, holding Mu Xuzhen's unconscious body tightly in her arms.

She only felt the strength in her body slowly disappearing, and an unprecedented fatigue surged up, and she almost couldn't stand.

It was not until the moment when True Lord Qinghua appeared before her eyes that she slowly closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into darkness.

The moment she closed her eyes, she saw Si Renxuan rushing towards her in panic, shouting something, but she could not hear anything because countless thunders blocked everything. Before she fainted, she thought: Which thunder has struck me...

Volume 1