There are always fairies plotting against me

The Wuji Demon Sect holds a special position in history. Even if it has secretly accumulated enough strength, it should not act like this - being so high-profile will only lead to another encirclement and suppression by the other sects.

Moreover, Wu Liang couldn't possibly not understand that he couldn't leave once he came here, so why did he act so high-profile?

Wuji Demon Sect, how could they let such a genius die in vain?

Or is there any other deeper meaning?

On the arena between the canyons, Wu Liang looked around, his gaze fixed on Yang Guan's face below the arena, and he said in a slow voice: "Chief Yang, you are not going to wait until I have killed more than half of the Tongsheng Realm cultivators present before you take action, right?

"If you ask me, it's a waste of your talent to stay in that small place like Shenyi Sect. Why not come to our Wuji Demon Sect? Your style of doing things is definitely suitable for the immortal path of blood sacrifice, and you may not be a bad choice to become the new leader."

Within a day or two, the four rumors related to Yang Guan had become known to everyone.

Wu Liang used this incident to mock him: "Anyway - you did the same, didn't you?

Whether it was the Baoyuan Sect or the Xunfeng Kingdom, weren't they all secretly planned by you?"

"How dare you!" Zhao Yunyan slammed the table in the pavilion and said, "How can you, a demonic cultivator, slander Brother Yang like this?

Anyone who is a demon should be punished by anyone, kill him!"

Zhao Yunyan gave orders to the surrounding Xunfeng Kingdom's Imperial Guards.

Xunfeng Kingdom can only be regarded as a small fifth-grade country in Yulin Region. Although it has been regarded as a fourth-grade sect because of its son-in-law Yang Guan, the foundation of a fifth-grade sect cannot be sublimated all at once.

Therefore, the strength of these imperial guards is not high, but as Zhao Yunyan's personal guards, their loyalty is naturally reliable.

Therefore, even though he didn't know who his opponent was, he rushed towards the ring without hesitation at the Queen's command.

However, Yang Guan raised his right arm to block the way of the Imperial Guard.

"That's how it should be." Wu Liang chuckled, "Otherwise, people will say you've relied on women to make your fortune."

Yang Guan walked towards the arena. Every step he took was like the explosion of wind and thunder, with a mighty sound: "This is not a place for a demon like you to run wild."

Wu Liang sneered, "I've already gone wild and killed five people. What's the point of you saying this?"

Yang Guan stopped in front of Wu Liang and said, "You are indeed very strong, but—"

Vast spiritual power swept out from Yang Guan's body. As a divine infant immortal, he possessed two spiritual seas, so as soon as the spiritual power was released, it swept across the entire canyon.

The spiritual energy was so majestic and pure that even many cultivators in the Hedao realm could not compare to it. The power of wind and thunder intertwined, and the two kinds of rules emerged from his palms. In a flash, Yang Guan was in front of Wu Liang.

A palm was pushed out horizontally, and wind and thunder filled the air, carrying the power to move mountains and cut off rivers.

boom!

This palm easily broke through Wu Liang's protective spiritual power and hit Wu Liang's chest heavily, but... it failed to knock Wu Liang away.

Yang Guan frowned slightly, and the next second he saw Wu Liang grinning, his body retreating instead of moving forward, and whispered in Yang Guan's ear: "Although I don't know the reason, but the superiors asked me to convey a message to you---"

Don’t treat us like fools.”

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast blood-colored spiritual power swept out of Wu Liang's body. From behind him, a phantom of a demon with five heads and ten arms emerged. The majestic momentum caused a hurricane to blow in the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds gathered and dispersed unpredictably. In an instant, the entire Sunset Canyon was filled with gloom, and only the vast demonic spiritual power could be seen.

At this moment, Wu Liang's momentum was rising steadily. Although he had not yet reached the state of He Dao, his momentum was even stronger than that of He Dao, and he sent Yang Guan, who was almost at the point of being in danger, flying away.

Yang Guan, who was retreating rapidly, slid out from the surface of the ring and stopped at the edge. He looked at Wu Liang with a grim face. He was not afraid of his strength, but because of his words!

"Chief Yang." Wu Liang, his eyes red, had a blank expression on his face, his demeanor a changed man. "I'm only at the Sage Realm. This is just a secret technique of my Wuji Demon Sect. Don't accuse me of cheating and then rush in with the others."

"You--" Yang Guan's face darkened. He realized that the person in front of him was no longer Wu Liang.

"But it doesn't matter if you call for help." Wu Liang smiled slightly: "After all, you were pushed back by my aura. How can you be my opponent?"

The silence around the ring was a wake-up call for Yang Guan.

Yang Guan sensed the disbelief and suspicion in their eyes—this was the sight he least wanted to see. "You are indeed still at the Sage Realm, but you are no longer Wu Liang—but that's not important."

Yang Guan stood up and patted his robe. He wanted to save everything and dispel his doubts.

"But that alone is not enough——"

Before he finished speaking, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Mu Jianxian!"

Everyone looked up at this moment, and Mu Qingyue's silver ponytail fluttered in the wind.

She stood in the sky, her slightly thin figure like a peerless sword, emitting brilliant light.

The terrifying sword intent rushed into the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds that was pressing down on the city was completely torn apart at this moment. The invisible sharp sword energy spread throughout the entire canyon, all pointing at Wu Liang, who had the shadow of the devil behind him.

Everyone was frightened by Mu Qingyue's sword intent at the moment. Mu Qingyue didn't even draw his sword, but they found that every inch of space within hundreds of miles was occupied by invisible sword energy, which seemed to be able to penetrate the mountains and span the sky at any time.

Wu Liang's expression changed: "Don't you Wandao Sect not interfere in the affairs of Yulin Territory?!"

"You are in the Hedao realm."

Mu Qingyue spoke briefly and coughed, her left hand clenched, and the scabbard of "Morning and Dusk" appeared in her hand. She gently stretched out her right hand, which was slender and delicate. The side lines of the black cloth covering her eyes were soft, but cold.

She grasped the hilt of the "Chao Mu" sword, and her beautiful joints slowly tightened.

Wu Liang's blood-red pupils trembled: "If you stand up for Yulin Territory, I won't be polite either!"

He took a step forward, and the shadow of the demon behind him merged into his body, completely breaking through and entering the state of harmony!

"I want to see how much gold you, the Sword Immortal, can really possess!"

Wu Liang roared, and the ring beneath his feet broke apart.

In the sky, Mu Qingyue was silent, took a light step out, and seemed to disappear into the world.

Among the people present, no one noticed Mu Qingyue's whereabouts, but they could guess where she would appear and looked at Wu Liang, who had no shadow of the demon but whose aura was becoming more and more powerful.

They saw Mu Qingyue.

The sharp sound of swords echoed throughout the canyon at this moment. Mu Qingyue, who was approaching Wu Liang, drew out "Chao Mu". At this moment, she was the brightest sword light between heaven and earth.

She walked out and walked past.

She stopped and everyone looked at her right hand as she put "Chao Mu" back into the scabbard.

"Is this your sword technique?"

Wu Liang lowered his head slightly, and his voice surprised everyone. When did Mu Jianxian draw his sword?

Puff puff puff——···

The audience still didn't know, but they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Wu Liang was standing there, with blood gushing out from his head, shoulders, neck, arms, chest, abdomen, and legs!

The explosion of hundreds of sword marks turned Wu Liang into a human-shaped firecracker made of blood-colored fireworks, with blood flying all over the sky.

Dead!

After the deathly silence as Wu Liang fell to the ground and died, there was fanatical awe.

Not to mention other cultivators, even the sword cultivators present had not seen Mu Qingyue's swordsmanship, but this did not hinder their admiration.

Applause, cheers, and fanatical worship.

Everyone present had heard of Mu Qingyue's name as the Sword Immortal, but very few had seen her in action. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, it was a cacophony of noise.

In particular, Mu Jianxian is a beautiful swordsman!

On the ring, Mu Qingyue returned to the private room without saying a word.

Lu Jinan stood by the window, listening to the monks outside cheering and admiring his senior sister, and smiled slightly: "You're back?"

"Ah."

Mu Qingyue placed 'Chao Mu' at the door and walked up to Lu Jinan.

She had just killed the demon cultivator that had left the Yulin Domain Immortal Dao Tea Party somewhat helpless, and received cheers from the entire audience.

Then at this moment, she returned to the private room, came in front of Lu Jinan, knelt down gently, and stretched out her delicate and slender hands.

These hands just killed the demon cultivator with a single sword strike.

Amid the cheers and noise outside, these hands were now grasping something that seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Lu Jinan narrowed his eyes.

The people outside could not see, nor did they know, that the Sword Immortal Mu, whom they admired, was kneeling on the floor, concentrating...

Slightly open your cherry lips.

Author Jun: The admired Mu Jianxian gave it to Lu Jinan in a place unknown to others - this is the source of lust.

Chapter 168 The more you ‘beat’ your senior sister, the more you can prove your love for her?

"Did you see the trajectory of Mu Jianxian's sword?"

"How could I see clearly? I just heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and then I saw Sword Immortal Mu sheathing his sword."

"Yeah, at that time I thought Mu Jianxian only stabbed out one sword, but I didn't expect that in just that instant, he would stab out hundreds of swords!"

"That Wu Liang was instantly riddled with wounds—" Fortunately, Mu Jianxian was here.

"Didn't Yang Guan say he wasn't Wu Liang?"

"That's right. After all, Mu Jianxian also said that he was at the Hedao realm. If it weren't for Mu Jianxian, our Yulin region would have been embarrassed this time."

"Brother Yang may not be an opponent—

"Even so, can he kill instantly like Mu Jianxian?"

"Wu Liang, who was still at the Tongsheng Realm, forced Yang Guan to retreat, and later even advanced to the Hedao Realm. Even if Yang Guan could be defeated, he would have to pay a price."

"Mu Jianxian is indeed as aloof as the rumors say. We can only admire him from afar."

"Perhaps only Lu Shengzi can see her smile—"

In a private room in the middle of one side of the sentry wall, Lu Jinan stood in front of a special window, listening to the heated discussion about his senior sister outside.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected. If this strong person is also a fairy, and if this fairy is particularly beautiful, it will attract more discussion.

Although Mu Qingyue's eyes were covered with a black cloth and her full appearance could not be seen, no one questioned her appearance.

Lu Jinan gently stroked his senior sister's slightly concave, cold cheek, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It’s true that Senior Sister only smiles at him, a member of the opposite sex, but she does more than just smile.

Just like what she is doing at this moment.

He looked down at Mu Qingyue. Her senior sister's cold cheeks were flushed with the charming blush of peach blossoms in March. The silver ponytail tied behind her head swayed rhythmically, just like the white and soft hair she had just used to kill Wu Liang with a sword.

It was he who asked his senior sister to take action just now, because Wu Liang was no longer Wu Liang.

The senior sister took action obediently, and then came back to continue the unfinished work.

This kind of spiritual stimulation made Lu Jinan tighten his legs.

The fluttering waist-length ponytail gradually calmed down. Lu Jinan raised his hand to lift the hair in front of his senior sister's forehead, and gently stroked her smooth forehead with his thumb.

Mu Qingyue's straight and slender back relaxed slightly, she tilted her head back, then raised her head to look up at Lu Jinan,

Slightly open your cherry lips.

Lu Jinan couldn't see his senior sister's eyes, but he guessed what she was thinking at the moment.

"Nothing wasted~"

If senior sister could speak at this moment, she would definitely say this.

Lu Jinan smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that his senior sister seemed to have something extra at the corner of her mouth because she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

She quickly raised her hands, as if she was scooping up a pool of water.

What Lu Jinan wanted to say was instantly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any extra sounds.

She could speak, but she didn't speak immediately. She just "looked" at the palm of her hand and slowly moved closer.

"Junior brother is very happy."

Then, Mu Qingyue said, "I feel it all."

She stretched out her hands and hugged Lu Jinan's waist, turned her head, and the black cloth covering her eyes seemed to cast another layer of shadow in the sunlight.

"The Sword Immortal they admire belongs only to you, Junior Brother—"

At this point, she paused and took out the pink tail: "Should I wear this?"

"There's no need to rush." ​​Lu Jinan grabbed his senior sister's wrist and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."