After transforming into a fairy, I, in my simulation, wreaked havoc in the cultivation world.

"Heh... Hahaha, fellow Daoist, I pay my respects."

The man in black robes bowed respectfully to the girl in the black mist, his posture humble, as if he were not the one who had just come with such a menacing air.

And...was he just thinking "hehehe"?

"Fellow Daoist?"

Lin Qingyu kept complaining in her heart, but on the surface she maintained a cold and aloof demeanor that kept people at arm's length.

"I am not worthy of being addressed as a fellow Daoist by you."

"Hey!"

The man in black quickly cupped his hands in a gesture of apology and smiled apologetically.

"Fellow Daoist, you are powerful and so young. You must be a prodigy from some great sect. Why bother with a mediocre old man like me who is halfway to the grave?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyu nodded slightly, her furrowed brows slowly relaxing as she adopted a conciliatory stance.

For a moment, the tense atmosphere seemed to ease, and through the thick fog of ghosts, a tacit reconciliation was temporarily reached.

However, in the next instant, seemingly calm, the two of them suddenly launched an attack without warning!

"Blazing Fire, Weaving Fate!"

"Ten thousand ghosts devour the heart!"

The crimson sea of ​​fire below surged upwards, colliding violently with the thousands of vengeful spirits that crashed down.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart, revealing two colors: black and red.

The crimson flames and the pitch-black ghostly aura clashed and devoured each other, unleashing a deafening roar.

Countless grotesque faces, twisted and deformed by the burning flames, wailed mournfully in the sea of ​​fire, only to be engulfed by an even more intense aura of malevolent energy in the next instant.

mean!

Both of them cursed inwardly at the same time.

"What a treacherous and cunning young man! Dare to state your name?"

The black-robed cultivator's lips twitched slightly. He hadn't expected that this woman, who looked like a righteous cultivator, would act in such an unethical manner.

"Likewise, I am Feng Qianhuang, and I will not change my name or surname."

Lin Qingyu calmly gave a pseudonym, and with a flick of her long sleeve, pushed the trembling Youyi to a distance.

Crimson flames surged around her, forming an impenetrable wall of fire in front of her, completely incinerating the remaining Yin energy in the air.

In terms of magical techniques, Lin Qingyu was indeed inferior to these veteran cultivators.

"Your surname is Feng?"

The black-robed cultivator let out a strange cry, then quickly shook his head.

"I've roamed the territory of the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty for many years and have never heard of anyone like you. Little girl, you're trying to fool me!"

"Not really... stupid."

As the last word fell, the girl's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, the void suddenly distorted.

Lin Qingyu, clad in crimson-gold armor, appeared without warning behind the black-robed cultivator. She gripped a crimson halberd tightly in her hand, unleashing a violent force capable of crushing mountains as she slammed it down on the black-robed man's head!

"Hehehe~ I've always been on guard against you!"

The black-robed monk let out a chilling laugh and suddenly turned around.

As he swiftly flicked his fingers, several jet-black needles shot out, their tips swirling with a dense, chilling aura of death, clearly indicating that he had already gathered his strength.

At the same time, his figure left an afterimage in the same spot.

In the next instant, he flashed to the two women's side like a ghost, suddenly reached out with both hands, grabbed the two women who had fainted from the aftershocks, and with his spiritual power surging around him, he fled into the distance without looking back.

"Heh~"

A soft chuckle echoed from above, a sound so faint it made the hairs on the black-robed cultivator's body stand on end.

In his spiritual feedback, those Soul-Shattering Needles clearly struck the opponent, so why...?

But at this moment, there was clearly no time for him to think any further. The crimson halberd had already arrived above, radiating a terrifying aura capable of crushing everything.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body. Black light surged wildly around the black-robed cultivator, and a skull shield emitting a ghostly glow appeared out of thin air, firmly blocking his head.

"Snap!"

After a crisp sound.

That seemingly indestructible skull shield was torn to shreds like paper in front of the crimson halberd!

"puff!"

The black-robed cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood as the halberd, carrying immense force, slammed into the top of his head in his horrified gaze!

As for the two women in his hands, they didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted into two clouds of blood mist by the powerful aftershocks, slowly dissipating in the wind.

This is the chasm between different realms.

In a battle at this level, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder...

"Whoosh!"

The figure in black robes plummeted from the sky like a meteorite, its speed increasing rapidly, even creating a piercing sonic boom.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the mountains and forests, and the earth trembled violently.

The ground below was smashed into a huge crater tens of feet in diameter, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Amidst the billowing dust, a slender figure clad in crimson-gold armor, wielding a halberd in one hand, floated slowly in mid-air like an invincible female war goddess.

Those sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the thick fog, looking down at the figure at the bottom of the pit, whose fate was unknown.

After a moment, Lin Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh:

"Golden Core cultivators are indeed difficult to kill."

With her current foundation, which far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators in both spiritual power and divine sense, coupled with the perfected secret technique of Mirror Flower Water Moon, and the indestructible Broken Abyss, she possesses immense power.

Against opponents of the same level, they can almost always crush them, or even kill them instantly.

But how many people who have reached the Golden Core stage in cultivation do not have any means of protecting their lives?

"Cough cough cough!"

As several boulders rolled, a weak cough echoed through the dissipating dust.

The black-robed figure was in a terrible state, with a faint spiritual light around him, one of his arms had vanished into thin air, and his head, which should have been severely injured, was completely intact.

Damage transfer?

Lin Qingyu glanced at the other person's missing arm, a knowing look flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, the man's hood had already slipped off during the impact, revealing a pale but ferocious face.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the figure in mid-air, and madness gradually welled up in them.

"You little beast, you have ruined my century of painstaking cultivation, you truly deserve..."

"snort!"

Lin Qingyu snorted coldly, and the crimson halberd in his hand emitted a deep hum, its body glowing brightly with red light.

Only now, having reached the Golden Core realm, is she finally qualified to barely unleash a fraction of the power of this peerless and deadly weapon.

It can only be said that it truly lives up to its reputation as the natal magic weapon of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even if she can only unleash one ten-thousandth of its power now, with the armor-piercing properties of the Broken Abyss alone, there are probably few magic weapons in the entire Golden Core stage that can withstand its direct attack.

"That's great, Feng Qiange. When we finally open our hearts to each other in the future, I'll give you a quick and decisive victory."

Seeing the terrifyingly powerful halberd in the girl's hand, the man's bloodshot pupils finally cleared a little, and a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

His prized defensive magic weapon was so easily shattered by this halberd. What level of magic weapon was it?

But if they just tuck their tails between their legs and flee in a sorry state, how could they swallow this insult?

Thinking of this, his peripheral vision suddenly drifted to the churning, ghostly mist in the distance, and his expression gradually became uncertain...

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