The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

He stepped forward, his figure was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and he rushed directly towards the edge of the thunder's envelope.

Looking at his movements, Yan Qiao raised his hand lightly and followed the direction of his fingers.

In the vortex, the terrifying force crashed down towards She Wanxuan's position.

"Boom!"

The huge sound suddenly spread throughout the sky.

Many people in the surrounding towns and villages were awakened. Looking at the dense darkness here, the thunderclouds gathered, and the thunderbolts as thick as the mouth of a bowl fell one after another. They patted their chests with lingering fear, and went back to sleep.

Xu Yichen and Situ Ling also looked at where Yan Qiao was.

She was seen standing in the center of the whirlpool, and the domineering thunder fell, illuminating the side of her face, and her indifferent eyes fell on She Wanxuan not far away.

She Wanxuan gritted his teeth and stepped down, condensing an equally terrifying force in his palm.

The power was expanding, vaguely like a big hand, trying to catch the thunder in its hand like before.

The collision of domineering forces caused huge fluctuations.

The surrounding dilapidated houses were shattered by the aftermath of the two terrifying forces in this whirlpool, and everything within a radius of several hundred meters was turned into ruins.

She Wanxuan, who was in the center of the whirlpool, was hit by the thunder. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees with a pale face.

Attacked by the aftermath of terror again, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Yan Qiao looked down at him indifferently, then took a few steps and was in front of She Wanxuan in an instant.

She stretched out her hand to grab it, and the Evil-Destroying Sword immediately flew from the sky and fell into her hand.

Behind him are thousands of condensed sword energies, and those sword energies have only one target, She Wanxuan.

Seeing this scene, She Wanxuan smiled.

The pain all over his body reminded him that he was defeated, completely defeated, and defeated by a girl with no hair.

"You win." There was a painful gasp in his voice, and his words were even more intermittent, "but you can't kill me, otherwise the Ji family will not let you go."

As he spoke, the smile on his face grew wider, and even his eyes were filled with a bit of madness.

"puff"

Thousands of sword energies that were originally standing behind Yan Qiao suddenly activated all at once, penetrating She Wanxuan's body one after another.

He looked at Yan Qiao in disbelief, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but no sound came out.

Seeing that the light in his eyes completely dimmed, Xu Yichen and Situ Ling swallowed slowly.

powerful!too strong!
Again, when did such a character appear in the Taoist sect?
Which family is she from?

After being with her for so long, neither of them saw any familiar moves in her hands.

So where does her ability come from?

Seeing that She Wanxuan was completely dead, she raised her hand and grabbed him, and a small section of bone exuding black energy was peeled off from his body.

As the black bones left, She Wanxuan's body quickly recovered, decomposed quickly, and finally turned into a pool of corpse water, emitting a strong corpse smell.

Yan Qiao calmly moved away. As soon as Xu Yichen and Situ Ling stepped forward, they saw such a scene and swallowed their saliva.

"What is this, this breath?" Situ Ling frowned, looking at the black bones with fear in his eyes.

Xu Yichen also looked at the black bone with fear on his face: "Is this what made that guy look like a human or a ghost?" "Yes." Yan Qiao nodded lightly and then used the bone. The black bones wrapped in spiritual power were put into a jade box and sealed.

She didn't have a way to directly destroy the demon bone, so she could only use this method to seal it.

Seeing Yan Qiao take out a jade box out of thin air and then put it back, Xu Yichen's eyes suddenly widened and he stuttered: "This... this is the Mustard Seed Space?"

Yan Qiao paused, nodded and said, "Absolutely."

"Tell the truth, you are a disciple of which Taoist family, and you are so powerful and rich."

He covered his heart, his heart ached so much, he was really jealous.

Situ Ling also stood aside and looked at Yan Qiao carefully, not missing any of her expressions, but found nothing.

"No." Yan Qiao slowly shook his head and said, "Let's go, the Buddha head at the entrance of the village has not been solved yet, he is about to escape."

"What? Buddha head? Escape?" Xu Yichen didn't react for a while and was a little confused.

Feeling the familiar breath approaching, the sound of impact became louder, and the things inside seemed scared and anxious.

Seeing that the thing in front of him was already full of cracks, the thing became harder and harder.

"No hurries?"

Yan Qiao's figure swept out, and thousands of sword energies behind him had already condensed.

Xu Yichen, who was following behind, suddenly swallowed his saliva. How could she be so energetic, fight for so long, and still be able to hit the killing blow casually?
Situ Ling stared at Yan Qiao's back with a deep expression, feeling no less surprised than Xu Yichen.

"you you you"

The thing looked at Yan Qiao who appeared in front of him out of thin air, and his face suddenly turned pale with fear.

And the already scarred barrier in front of him was consolidated again because of her appearance, and was even stronger than before.

Du'e suddenly fell silent.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Qiao and the thousands of sword energies with the power of thunder behind her. He swallowed unsatisfactoryly and then decisively gave in.

"Amitabha, why does this donor bother to trap this poor monk?"

If he hadn't seen his scared-to-death look before, Xu Yichen would have been fooled by his compassionate look at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, with resentment on his face, and stared at Du'e: "You damn ghost, you were a compassionate Buddhist cultivator in life, but after death, you helped a group of people with a black heart and protected a large number of ghosts."

"Amitabha, what the donor said is not true."

As he spoke, Du'e sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face: "When I blessed this place, it was a group of kind-hearted people. But then I fell into a deep sleep for no reason, and it was this benefactor who woke me up. Only then did I realize that the place I had protected for many years was actually like this."

Du'e's tone became more and more excited, and the regret on his face became more serious.

As he spoke, he secretly watched Yan Qiao's expression change.

But she found that after talking for so long, her expression did not change at all, and she still looked indifferent.

The extremely cold eyes fell on him, seeming to be able to clearly see all the darkness in his heart.

Involuntarily, Du'e subconsciously looked away, feeling a little guilty.

"Having pretended to be a Buddhist for hundreds of years, do you really think that you are a compassionate Buddhist?" Yan Qiao's voice was extremely cold, and just like her eyes, it shocked Du E's heart.

Wondering if anyone has read this?