Chapter 138: Rivals in Love Are Jealous When They Meet

"What level have you reached with the spell I gave you last time?"

Xie Qingdai sat upright in the hall, with her elbows resting on the armrests of the chair and her fingers gently rubbing her forehead.

Two disciples stood below, looking weak and listless.

After hearing Xie Qingdai's question, one of them trembled.

"Reporting to Master, I made a breakthrough the day before yesterday and night, and fortunately I have reached the third level." While speaking, Li Jue buried his body again, he lowered his body very low, showing a gesture of submission.

Liu Wenkang shrank his neck, as if he was afraid of being pointed at.

But he didn't dodge it after all. Xie Qingdai's fingers moved slightly, "Liu Wenkang, what about you? You haven't even broken through to the eighth level of the Sighing Free and Easy Realm yet. What on earth have you been doing in seclusion for so many days?"

"Let's put aside the fact that Li Jue didn't attend the Qingyun Conference. You went, but lost in the first round and didn't even get a place. Is this how you repay me?"

Xie Qingdai's voice was full of majesty. The powerful pressure was so strong that Liu Wenkang's forehead was covered with sweat. "Master, it's my fault that I'm useless. But I just ran into a bottleneck recently. I'm not being lazy. Please forgive me, Master."

Li Jue sat beside him without saying a word. Liu Wenkang only felt that the pressure from above was getting stronger and stronger, and he was almost unable to breathe.

Xie Qingdai seemed to want to say something, but suddenly, she frowned slightly and looked outside.

She muttered something to herself, and then disappeared from the seat.

Only then did Liu Wenkang feel relieved. He had escaped the disaster for the time being.

At the side, a black and purple ball of light appeared in Li Jue's palm. Li Jue tilted his head and said, "Brother, if you can't resist, you might as well accept your fate. At least you can continue to practice."

So that you won’t die on the way to becoming a monk.

He swallowed the rest of the sentence and didn't say it out loud. There could be spies of the deputy palace master everywhere in Beimingyun Palace.

The Palace Master has been missing for many years. Now, all matters inside and outside Beimingyun Palace are in charge of the Deputy Palace Master. Except for the old ancestor in the palace, everyone else obeys Xie Qingdai's orders.

"I am here, who dares to invade my Beiming Cloud Palace!" Xie Qingdai shouted coldly.

No one answered the call, only a strong sound of wind could be heard.

Before meeting the man, I met his sword.

The aqua-blue long sword came through the air, piercing through the air and chopped down fiercely.

The long sword suddenly appeared, and Xie Qingdai was caught off guard. A stream of sword energy chopped off her arm, leaving a bloody mark deep enough to see the bone.

Blood dripped down, and Xie Qingdai's eyes were gloomy.

However, the sword energy did not stop, and it continued to chopped down at a high speed, one sword after another. This time Xie Qingdai was prepared and was not injured, but she was clumsy in dodging and it was not easy.

"Wen Zhiyu, what are you doing here in Beimingyun Palace?"

Xie Qingdai's voice was much lower than at the beginning, and even the coldness was washed away.

A red dress came into view, Wen Zhiyu's hair was tied up with a red silk, and the high ponytail was flying in the wind of the sword. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.

When he saw Xie Qingdai, he felt more emotional, a murderous intent.

"Xie Tingyu is dead, right? Hahaha, she deserves it." Xie Qingdai roughly guessed the purpose of his coming here. Xie Qingdai was happy to see Xie Tingyu disappear inexplicably after being possessed by the devil.

Even if Xie Tingyu was reduced to ashes and his soul was scattered, what would it have to do with her?

It had nothing to do with it at all. In fact, she had wanted to kill Xie Tingyu a long time ago.

Seeing that face that looked exactly like Xie Chuyang's, Xie Qingdai felt disgusted. She felt that her position could be threatened and shaken at any time.

"You were involved?"

"Wen Zhiyu, what are you pretending for? Do you think you are some good person?" Xie Qingdai covered her arm, blood continuously flowing out from between her fingers.

A large area of ​​clothing was stained.

Wen Zhi and expressionless, as if watching a joke.

Wen Zhiyu's eyes looked around Beiming Cloud Palace, and finally stopped at a corner. Xie Qingdai's heart skipped a beat for unknown reason, and she looked in the direction of Wen Zhiyu's sight.

Xie Qingdai's pupils shrank.

"What do you want?"

The one who responded to her was the sword ringing. The Frostmist Sword is also a famously sharp sword, especially when combined with Wen Zhi and the Polaris Disk which has the dual attributes of ice and fire. The powerful combination of ice and the Frostmist Sword can unleash even more powerful power.

The effect is obvious.

Beiming Cloud Palace is covered with snow all year round. It is said that a three-foot-thick ice does not form in a day, but the icy power of the Frost Mist Sword froze the surface of the lake in Beiming Cloud Palace in an instant.

The lake surface, where the water flow was maintained by the formation, froze, which also meant that the formation above was broken by Wen Zhiyu's sword.

That formation came from the ancestor of Beiming Yun Palace.

In the dark, Xie Qingdai's eyes were filled with darkness.

Wen Zhi and Hun Ran didn't care. He placed his fingers on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, but he never felt the tearing that squeezed his heart and pulled at his heart veins.

The spell of unity completely disappeared.

Every trace of her was erased bit by bit.

The Yin-Yang fish flew out from under Wen Zhiyu's feet, and frost quickly spread out with Wen Zhiyu as the center. The Beiming Yun Palace's protective formation could not hold on, and countless cracks of varying sizes appeared, like a spider web.

Xie Qingdai stepped forward and started to wrestle with him.

Wen Zhiyu had no intention of getting entangled with her.

The disciples in Beimingyun Palace looked through the cracked protective formation and saw that the deputy palace master was fighting with a mysterious man in red.

Every movement of the two people left behind intense vibrations.

"Who is this person? How dare you fight with the deputy palace master?"

"Where do you get the courage to attack our sect?"

"The deputy palace mistress will definitely kill him directly."

Most of these disciples were in awe of Xie Qingdai and they believed in this deputy palace master.

Now, naturally, I hope Xie Qingdai wins this fight.

But their hopes were doomed to fail.

Wen Zhiyu had no intention of fighting anymore. The restrictions in his body were completely released, and he felt relieved.

His full power was revealed without a doubt, and Xie Qingdai was blown away by this aura and slammed heavily onto the sect protection formation.

Even a huge hole was smashed in the sect protection formation.

Xie Qingdai flipped over in the air, rolled a few times, and half-knelt on the ground.

When had the disciples of Beiming Yun Palace ever seen the deputy palace master being beaten so badly?

Wen Zhiyu's face appeared in front of everyone. Liu Wenkang looked up and met Wen Zhiyu's cold eyes.

Wen Zhiyu swung his sword down without hesitation, and the flying swords penetrated the sect protection formation. The light of the sect protection formation dimmed a lot, and the flowing spiritual energy dissipated.

The disciples of Beiming Yun Palace came forward in unison.

Blood was spilling everywhere, all the buildings in Beiming Cloud Palace were destroyed, and the ground was littered with collapsed wood fragments.

It's all bright red blood.

Wen Zhiyu did not hold back at all. When they saw the face of the person who came, everyone was shocked.

The cultivation level at the Tribulation Crossing Stage was so low that they dared not even look at him. This was more than just out of reach.

This is simply shocking.

At the age of 27, he was in the Tribulation Period. What kind of monster was he? Why did Wen Zhi and the others hide their true strength for so many years? Why did such a monster come to Beiming Yun Palace to kill so many people?

The crowd was outraged, and there was tremendous anger in Beiming Cloud Palace.

Xie Qingdai was seriously injured. She watched helplessly as the strong men in the sect came to fight but were beaten back by Wen Zhiyu, with countless casualties. She watched as the foundation she had built was mostly destroyed by Wen Zhiyu alone, and her anger was about to consume her mind.

"Wen Zhiyu, do you want Xuan Yuntian to be despised by everyone in the cultivation world?" Xie Qingdai said angrily.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhi and Wen Yan just casually threw a fireball, which ignited the collapsed buildings on the ground.

The spiritual fire is not like ordinary fire. People with low cultivation cannot extinguish it at all. The Beiming Cloud Palace was ignited by the spiritual fire, and the flames swept across a large area of ​​land.

Wen Zhiyu was about to take action, but suddenly he froze.

His movements paused noticeably, and the bone bell in his hand glowed red. Although it was still dim, it was a little brighter than before.

Wen Zhiyu finally swung down a sword energy, chopping straight down along Xie Qingdai's body, revealing a huge shadow underneath, and a golden alchemy furnace emerged.

In the face of the Tribulation Period, Xie Qingdai had no way to resist and had no way to avoid it, but Wen Zhiyu did not kill her.

Xie Qingdai's eyes were filled with surprise, but considering that the alchemy furnace would easily lead to more problems, she gritted her teeth and said, "Everyone, check the number of casualties and tell Xuan Yuntian that our Beiming Yun Palace will never coexist with them!"

Wen Zhiyu turned around and left without any hesitation.

Moyuan is located at the junction of the territories managed by Beimingyun Palace and Dongxuansu Pavilion. There is no grass growing within a hundred miles.

Demonic energy overflowed from it, and a ferocious black and red bloody mouth opened on the earth, swallowing and spewing black mist all day long. The black mist condensed into substance and infected the land that gave birth to life, causing the surroundings to be dead silent. Apart from the monsters, no other living creatures could be seen.

Thunder roared and roared, red and purple lightning flashed and shuttled through the dark and oppressive clouds. When it sensed someone approaching, the pressure suddenly descended with an extremely strong murderous intent.

An ugly, multi-legged reptile clung to the edge of the Demonic Abyss, flapping its withered wings.

These monsters exude a foul stench and a strong demonic aura, carrying the smell of decay from the abyss.

However, he was dragged down by other monsters and swallowed whole.

The grotesque monster was covered with bone spurs, and the gray-white bone spurs were stained with some remaining flesh and blood.

A blood-stained hand reached out and untied the red hair tie. The black hair fell apart and the eyes were instantly dyed with ink. The extremely thin red figure stood in front of the huge monster.

The hems of clothing, covered with foul-smelling slime, fluttered.

The moment he appeared at the bottom of the Demonic Abyss, demonic energy surged. The surrounding demonic energy seemed to smell the scent of food and rushed towards the human figure like crazy.

The evil spirit obscured the people and monsters in the center until the aqua-blue sword flashed and broke through the shackles of the evil spirit.

The monster fell to the ground with a bang, its huge head rolled off, and green blood spurted out.

Wen Zhiyu's face was covered with claw marks. He had been walking at the bottom of the Demon Abyss for an unknown amount of time. It was dark here and there was no concept of time.

Wen Zhiyu tightened the bone bell in his hand.

The red light in the bone bell became brighter and brighter, and hope flashed in his eyes. He repeated his movements, killing countless monsters like a machine, and then a tall figure appeared in front of him.

He was slightly shorter than Wen Zhiyu, dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, a golden crown on his head, and his face was filled with undisguised malice.

Warm and joking voices.

"Hand over the bone bell in your hand, and I will consider sparing a part of your soul."