From the fake emperor to the concubine

As the extraterritorial demon roared, Zheng Yi and others clearly felt that an inexplicable force was attacking their consciousness.

This force was like a raging wave, hitting their mental defenses wave after wave. Every impact seemed to completely submerge their consciousness.

This force was like a rough millstone, constantly rubbing against his spiritual consciousness.

The tingling sensation spread from the temple to the back of the head, as if countless tiny needles were pricking my brain.

This feeling was very bad, but because the few people were prepared, although it was very uncomfortable, it did not cause them too much harm.

Liehuo sneered disdainfully: "What kind of demon from outside the realm is this? It only knows these clumsy and unpresentable tricks."

There was a scornful arc at the corner of his mouth when he spoke, but the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

Jian Shisan had no expression on his face, and his voice was calm without a single ripple, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes: "I don't know who it was, but he was almost killed by such a clumsy method."

Liehuo's smile froze on his face, and the flames of the Lihuo Sword soared half a foot high, exposing the master's guilty conscience: "I was just careless."

The monsters suddenly stopped attacking. They all stopped in their tracks and stood still.

Then they turned around at the same time and rushed towards the monster in the middle.

The movements were uniform, and the heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly and raised a cloud of dust.

The two monsters collided heavily with each other, making an uncomfortable and soft sound, like a piece of wet meat hitting a chopping board, mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones.

The force of the impact was so great that it even produced a shock wave visible to the naked eye, blowing up the surrounding rubble.

Zheng Yi and others could see clearly that the tumors on the two monsters' bodies burst one by one, pus and blood splattered everywhere, their huge bodies were directly flattened, bones pierced the skin, and pieces of flesh hung on the white broken bones.

Other monsters kept rushing in from all directions and crashing into the mass of flesh.

Every impact made the ball of flesh grow larger, and its surface squirmed, absorbing new flesh and blood as if it had life. Pus and blood gathered into streams on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench.

After a short while, a huge mountain of flesh, four times taller than the tallest sect hall of the Hehuan Sect, appeared in front of Zheng Yi and others.

The surface of this mountain of flesh was covered with twisted flesh and wriggling limbs. From time to time, a huge pus bag would swell up, then burst open, splashing out smelly liquid.

"What is this guy doing?" Liehuo asked with a frown. He subconsciously took a half step back, the flame on the Lihuo Sword dancing restlessly. His nose twitched slightly, obviously choking on the pungent stench.

Jian Shisan once again summoned a silver-white flying sword: "No matter what he wants to do, he can't succeed."

His eyes became as sharp as a knife, and a fierce sword energy began to gather around his body.

The next moment, the sword light shot up into the sky and headed straight for the meat mountain. The silver-white sword energy was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sword light accurately hit a huge abscess on the top of the meat mountain, and pus and blood splattered everywhere.

Unfortunately, although Jian Shisan's attack was sharp, it did not seem to cause any substantial damage to the Meat Mountain.

"Senior is right. We cannot let this disgusting thing appear. I hate these ugly things the most. Dance of Elegance!" Qiu Miaoyin giggled and danced lightly.

Her figure was as light as a swallow, and her snow-white wrists were revealed between her fluttering sleeves.

As Qiu Miaoyin danced, a gust of wind directly enveloped the mountain of meat.

The strong wind just covered the mountain of meat.

The whistling sound of the wind was like the howling of thousands of ghosts, sweeping up dust and broken leaves, forming a huge wind cage around the mountain of meat.

The squirming pieces of flesh were as fragile as tofu in front of the wind blades and were neatly cut into thin slices. They were then pulverized by the strong wind, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky, and were completely evaporated by the subsequent wind blades.

Countless crisscrossing wounds suddenly appeared on the surface of the meat mountain, and pus and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Such a powerful and terrifying gale was controlled with incredible precision.

Each wind blade seemed to have eyes, attacking only the meat mountain without hurting anything else.
But the trajectory of the movement implies a certain mysterious rhythm, showing the caster's superb control ability.

Even though Zheng Yi and others were less than two meters away from the edge of the strong wind, they were not affected by it at all.

Their clothes and even their hair remained motionless.

It was as if outside the strong wind, there was an invisible barrier that separated the two worlds.

On this side is a peaceful harbor, and on that side is a destructive storm.

Jian Shisan and Liehuo looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

They had a new understanding of the strength of Qiu Miaoyin. They had previously underestimated this seemingly delicate woman.

Jian Shisan recalled the battle between good and evil three years ago. At that time, Qiu Miaoyin just stood far behind and played the piano to help, but did not really take action. Although he knew that Qiu Miaoyin was a strong woman, he did not take it too seriously.

After all, in their view, sound repair is only auxiliary and cannot be accepted by the upper class.

When it comes to bewitching people or assisting other cultivators in battle, the music cultivators of Tianyin Pavilion are indeed powerful.

But if it comes to a one-on-one fight, there is still a gap between them and sects like the Lihuo Sect that specialize in killing.

But I didn't expect that Qiu Miaoyin actually had such a skill.

Yi almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He suppressed the twitching of his mouth, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

They are all leaders of the most powerful sects in the Eastern Wilderness. Each of them represents the most powerful force in the Eastern Wilderness. They hold great power and their words can decide the lives and deaths of millions of people.

Although now we need to work together sincerely to fight against foreign enemies.

But Zheng Yi knew very well that this kind of cooperation was only forced by the situation. Just like now, although the four of them stood side by side to fight against the Eye Demon, they always kept a subtle distance between each other, and no one was willing to completely turn their backs to others.

It was fine before when there was only Jian Shisan. Zheng Yi recalled the scene when he first fought side by side with Jian Shisan.

Although that guy had a cold face, at least he acted decisively and without so many twists and turns in his mind.

This guy is obviously a martial arts fanatic who is obsessed with kendo and doesn't care much about other things.

Jian Shisan stared at the Eye Demon intently, as if he was looking at a rare sword practice target. People like him, no matter what they do, prefer to act directly without saying too much nonsense.

When Liehuo, the leader of the Lihuo Sect, came to support them, they were in a life-or-death situation, and no one had the energy to think about those things. The situation was so critical that even taking a breath was a luxury, so how could they have the energy to intrigue? Jian Shisan and Liehuo bickered, but it was just a habit of their long-time rivals.

It was not until Qiu Miaoyin appeared that the situation and balance of power in this battle finally changed.

Although the monsters dropped by the extraterritorial demons were numerous, they could not be stopped. The leaders of the four major sects in the East Wasteland joined forces to strangle them. The four of them showed their strengths, and the monsters suffered heavy losses.

Once the pressure is reduced, some people will naturally turn their attention to the affairs of their own sect.

The news that Liehuo has put all the power of the sect into forging an earth-level spiritual sword is no big secret.

Zheng Yi had learned about this from the intelligence network of the Hehuan Sect a long time ago. It was said that the Lihuo Sect had almost emptied half of the sect's warehouse for this sword, and even reduced the monthly salary of the disciples by 30%.

Qiu Miaoyin naturally couldn't be unaware of this. As the leader of Tianyin Pavilion, her intelligence network should not be underestimated.

Before this, although Qiu Miaoyin attached great importance to it, she did not think that a spiritual sword could cause much trouble. After all, Tianyin Pavilion had stood in the East Wilderness for hundreds of years, so what storms and waves had it not seen?

After all, the six major sects are deeply rooted in the Eastern Wilderness, so who doesn’t have some hidden treasures?

The treasure of Tianyin Pavilion, the "Tianyin Harp", is also very famous. It is said that a tune can change the color of mountains and rivers.

Until today, when she had seen the Lihuo Sword with her own eyes and felt the powerful spiritual energy contained in the earth-level spiritual sword, Qiu Miaoyin felt pressured.

With such a magic sword in hand, even if only one person with one sword attacks Tianyin Pavilion, they would probably find it difficult to resist.

Even if they could block it, there was no telling how much it would cost. The hundreds of years of Tianyin Pavilion's foundation might be destroyed in an instant.

Therefore, Qiu Miaoyin no longer bothered to hide her methods and directly took out the magic spell she had painstakingly studied for decades and finally achieved some success, the Dance of Elegance.

Her spinning posture was as graceful as a painting, but it carried a deadly murderous intent. The strong wind she stirred up was so strong that even the monsters dropped from the sky by the extraterritorial demons could not resist it.

The purpose of doing this is very simple, which is to intimidate the fire.

Qiu Miaoyin wants to use practical actions to tell the other party that Tianyin Pavilion is not easy to mess with. So what if you have the Lihuo Sword? I also have my own trump card.

Jian Shisan and Liehuo didn't see Qiu Miaoyin's little thoughts, but Zheng Yi, as an outsider, saw it clearly.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly. This kind of intrigue was even more interesting to him than watching a play.

The mountain of flesh, which was constantly torn apart by the strong wind, wailed like a wounded young animal.

The sound was shrill and piercing, like the screams of countless people mixed together at the same time. There was a creepy sense of despair in the sound, as if it was enduring the most painful torture in the world.

The Eye Demon's huge pupil instantly locked onto the Meat Mountain. A flash of rage flashed in that huge single eye, and the pupil shrank into a thin line.

The bloodshot on the whites of its eyes spread like a spider web, showing its extreme anger.

The next moment, a red eyeball as big as a house fell down. The eyeball was completely red, with hideous bloodshot veins on the surface, dragging long nerve bundles, and whizzed down like a meteorite.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

This red eyeball directly pierced through Qiu Miaoyin's Fenghua Dance. The moment the eyeball came into contact with the wind wall, a dazzling red light burst out.

The green wind blades were all dyed blood red. The violent wind that enveloped the meat mountain suddenly exploded with a bang, just like a balloon that was squeezed and burst.

The violent airflow splashed in all directions, plowing countless deep grooves in the surrounding ground.

Qiu Miaoyin also suffered the backlash as a result, and her pretty face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Her body shook, and her slender fingers pressed tightly against her chest. Then she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood splashed on her clothes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

After breaking through Qiu Miaoyin's spell, the blood-red eye continued to move forward, piercing through the meat mountain like a meteorite and smashing into the deepest part.

The eyeball left a shocking trail of blood in the mountain of flesh.

The mountain of flesh moved rapidly, wrapping the red eyeball like a living thing. Countless granulations grew out of the wound, interweaving into a dense mesh structure, firmly fixing the eyeball inside.

The surface of the meat mountain began to glow with a strange red light, as if something terrible was brewing.

"Master Qiu, how are you injured?" Zheng Yi asked hurriedly. His eyes swept across Qiu Miaoyin's pale face, noticing the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

Qiu Miaoyin swallowed a pill, and her white jade-like Adam's apple rolled gently. She shook her head, her voice a little hoarse: "I'm fine, I just didn't expect this extraterritorial demon to be so powerful, so I didn't prepare well. Otherwise, I wouldn't be injured so badly."

As she spoke, her fingertips trembled slightly, but she forced herself to straighten her back, not wanting to show weakness in front of everyone.

"That's good." Zheng Yi seemed relieved on the surface, with a just the right smile of concern on his lips.

He couldn't help laughing in his heart, because Qiu Miaoyin had clearly tried her best. He clearly saw the horror flashing in Qiu Miaoyin's eyes when the Fenghua Dance was broken.

The backlash of a spell is definitely not pleasant. But Qiu Miaoyin had to pretend that nothing happened in front of Jian Shisan and Liehuo. This stubbornness made Zheng Yi think more highly of her.

Qiu Miaoyin looked weak at this moment because of her injury. Her originally bright face was now as pale as paper, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of her lips, which made her look even more sad and beautiful.

There is a special feeling of pity.

Liehuo gloated: "Everyone says that I underestimated the enemy and was careless. Qiu Miaoyin is not much better than me. Isn't this also a loss for underestimating the enemy?"

He held the Lihuo Sword, with a smug smile on his face. His eyes flashed with a playful light, and he obviously enjoyed seeing Qiu Miaoyin being humiliated.

The white flying sword beside Jian Shisan flew silently behind Liehuo, and the hilt of the sword hit his butt lightly.

The strength was controlled just right, not really hurting Liehuo, but still making him feel obvious pain.

"You're kidding. Don't you realize what time it is? We need to unite to deal with a strong enemy. Will you die if you don't say a few words?"

Liehuo suddenly cried out in pain, then his eyes widened, the muscles on his face twisted with anger.

He wanted to strangle Jian Shisan, the hypocritical guy, to death. What he said was so heartless. Wasn't it this old bastard who just teased him for underestimating the enemy?

Just as he was about to argue, Jian Shisan had already stepped on the flying sword, and rushed towards the meat mountain with the sword as one. His figure turned into a stream of white light, and the sword energy made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Spirit Gathering Dance, Strings of Music and Swordsmanship!" Qiu Miaoyin, who had just taken the elixir, simply recovered and then gritted her teeth and used two spells in succession.

Her slender fingers drew mysterious traces in the air, and every movement was filled with indescribable charm. (End of this chapter)