Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

"You used the mirror to go back in time?"

"hey-hey."

Before he could finish, Mu Xueyan admitted, "Master is really smart. He guessed it right."

"Nonsense!"

Mo Yichen was fighting Liu Jin so hard that he had no time to contact his spiritual clone. He didn't expect that the little girl would be so bold and go against the will of heaven when he wasn't paying attention.

"You are gambling with your life. If something happens to you, how will Master explain to your family?"

Mu Xueyan muttered to herself, "I'm back now!"

"You girl."

Mo Yichen was so angry that his heart ached: "Since you don't want to listen to Master, then go back to the Mortal Realm. Don't go out in the name of Master anymore. Master can't bear this responsibility."

"I'm not doing this for you?"

"Ten thousand swords unite!"

Seeing that he was really going to chase her away, Mu Xueyan's face darkened and she became a little angry: "My kindness is taken for granted. Forget it. I don't care. Whether the disciples of the Bi Tian Xian Palace live or die is none of my business."

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Ling Shuang's eyes were bloodshot, and she glared at you fiercely: "He is just afraid that you will risk everything and blow yourself up, dragging that pair of dogs and men to be buried with you."

"He can kill you!"

Even fewer people were so shocked that they suspected they were hallucinating.

"Fei Jian, don't be so arrogant!"

"Ancestor Ling Shuang!"

In an instant, I was strangled by Liu Jin's whirlpool and turned into a pool of blood.

"This is your sword. I'm giving it back to you!"

"Tsk tsk, how about the body refining technique of Yao Chi Fairy Palace?"

He also had some thoughts, so he flew over and protected the Flying Sword Ancestor in his arms.

"Oh, are you angry?"

"Pooh!"

Seeing that there was a chance of escape, Duan Dai made up her mind and really used a secret method to burn her soul, wanting to self-destruct and take the two people with her to be buried with her.

"No one stole other people's swords at that time?"

Following your loud shout, tens of thousands of Duan Dai swords changed positions, one after another, forming a huge square formation, covering the sky and the earth, and densely packed into the void.

"He wants to kill you because of Mo Yichen, right?"

Tens of thousands of willow swords were spinning rapidly on the control of spiritual power, forming a huge vortex that enveloped it.

Mo Yichen took out a stringed harp, his eyes taunting, "Shame on you, sir. Killing me will dirty his hands. I deserve to die on his sword."

"Who did he say was the dog woman man?"

Mu Xueyan saw it as if everything had happened. She pouting her big face, ran up the mountain angrily, found a secluded valley with people around, took out the Taiyi Spiral Disk, and disappeared into the void.

"Here comes the sword, jog."

"Okay."

The Flying Sword Ancestor was furious: "You and I have nothing to do with each other, why does it have anything to do with him?"

"what!"

"How is it possible to come back to life?"

"He is dead!"

The Flying Sword Patriarch said in a domineering manner: "He provoked trouble and killed innocent people. He doesn't deserve to live in this world. I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and destroy that scum."

"Shameful scum!"

The Flying Sword Ancestor sneered, his eyes revealing mockery: "You've almost been stabbed into a hornet's nest by the sword, and you still have the nerve to brag that you have a body of steel."

“It’s possible!”

No one is trying to take advantage of the situation, the sword thieves are the majority.

My body was like an inflated ball, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then bulging into a fireball burning from the inside out.

The Flying Sword Patriarch was extremely ashamed and spitted back: "He keeps talking about the demons. How can he be compared with me? Where was he when I was fighting the Demon King? What's the point of keeping him around, my lord, who is so greedy for life and afraid of death?!"

Outside the Liu Jin whirlpool, Ling Shuang's scream of joy was heard.

"Is the Feijian Patriarch still alive?"

Mo Yichen watched her back as she ran away and smiled bitterly.

"That's bad. Let him play the Soul Reaper for me. Without him, the seven of you would have seen him off together. That guy would have regretted his life. His life on earth would have been in vain."

Duan Dainan plucked the strings of the zither, and the mournful sounds were like deadly swords, whistling away in perfect arcs.

"If you go, you're trying to kill someone!"

Ling Shuang faced the retreating attacks of tens of thousands of Duan Dai swords and was forced to gasp for breath.

"Let you come."

"Big heart!"

Ling Shuang suddenly smiled evilly, deliberately delaying time, trying to escape: "The Eight Small Immortal Palaces have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time. Why would he stand up for me? Is there nothing dirty going on? Others must know about it, right?"

"Does he have to force you to this?"

"Void Pursuit!"

"Yes, I would be so heartbroken and die..."

He was covered in blood and rolled out from his hiding place. There were crisscrossing sword marks on his body, but he had not yet turned into a bloody man.

"Even if their real bodies die and become evil spirits, they will let them go."

"You want a sword but it's your life!"

Tens of thousands of flying swords flew up to a height of ten thousand meters and gathered into a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun.

"It's the return of all the swords!"

After saying that, she threw down the medicine bottle and ran away without waiting for Mo Yichen to answer.

"He asked for it, to take his soul and die."

When Ling Shuang heard your ridicule, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

There was a commotion underground. The tens of thousands of willow swords were enough to make people jealous.

"For me?"

"Escape?"

After a while, Ling Shuang's shrill scream was heard again in the void.

Elder Duan Dai followed my gaze and smiled warmly, "Is it so difficult to escape?"

"Now you know, it's too late to make peace."

Mo Yichen suddenly narrowed his eyes alertly and locked onto a certain spot in the void: "The person outside the vortex is just a clone of mine."

It was not until this moment that he had to deny that Xiao Bai really saw a ghost.

The Flying Sword Ancestor was furious and didn't want to waste any more words on him.

Tens of thousands of swords, with your spiritual guidance, seem to have souls, densely packed and falling from the sky, as if they were raining swords on the sky.

Mo Yichen was surprised to realize that something was wrong, so he picked up a stringed zither and threw it into the air.

Ling Shuang was extremely shameless and continued to provoke: "It seems that I guessed right. The two of them are the ones who really know shame. They colluded secretly, faked their deaths to deceive the world, and tricked me into falling for them..."

The Flying Sword Patriarch Huo Xiao waved his sleeves and slapped it away.

After seeing the man come back from the dead, I was most afraid of him from the bottom of my heart.

"Is he really Patriarch Duan Dai?"

No one cried out in surprise, and no one blurted out the name of the Flying Sword Ancestor.

Ten thousand meters in the air, the Flying Sword Patriarch seemed to intentionally glance in the direction where the eldest girl left, then retracted his gaze, turned to Duan Dainan, and smiled playfully.

Duan Dai shuddered with fear and shamelessly argued, "He and you are jointly responsible for resisting the invasion of the demons. Without the protection of the Half-Immortal, the Immortal Realm is in danger."

"what!"

"Reappear in the fairyland!"

The disciples of the two warring immortal palaces only reacted when they saw the dense swarm of flying swords covering the sky and the sun, and constantly changing their positions under the control of the woman in red.

The Flying Sword Ancestor cooperated well, clapped his hands in delight, and disbanded the sword formation.