Ye Qiao is a very outgoing person.
She stepped on Bu Jianjun and rushed out of the Ghost King Tower, her eyes quickly sweeping over most of the people present.
No one noticed the golden tower that appeared out of nowhere. Xue Yu was distracted for a moment, his face gradually turned pale, and he tried to stop Elder Zhao's actions. However, the next second he was surrounded by the corpses that pounced on him.
Suddenly, he didn't dare to move a step, and the field in his hand was emitting a faint inky light that covered the scene.
After the illusion-type domain is materialized, it can create a world. The funny thing is that these monks are not human at all. As corpses refined by the Seventh Elder, they will not be deceived by the illusion at all, and their goals are firm from beginning to end.
Xue Yu couldn't stop him at all.
He had never regretted so much why he became an alchemy cultivator. If he were a talisman cultivator or a sword cultivator, he would not be as helpless as he is now.
Ye Qiao blinked, quickly grasped the secret book, and urged it to spread the silk thread quickly, and said at the same time: "Leave it to me, after all, I am the light of your Changming Sect."
"...Leave it to you?" As the spiritual energy dispersed in his body, the Great Elder's pupils gradually became blurred, and he could no longer realize what Ye Qiao was saying.
"Yes, leave it to me." Ye Qiao's tone was calm, his ears were filled with heart-wrenching wails and screams, and he was indescribably calm in this chaotic scene.
Who would have thought that Ye Qiao, who always acted on his own initiative, was the only person who could remain calm at the scene.
The power of the Dark Book is very evil, but it needs enough time to plan and complete a series of parasitic operations. Ye Qiao is not prepared to take the risk to parasitize the Seventh Elder. He is not a brainless creature like the Demon King who only knows how to fight. He has been dormant for nearly decades and is definitely not the arrogant type.
Ye Qiao could only try his best to let it control all the zombies at the scene and capture their souls. What was more important was to control the elders first.
Although it is difficult to compete with the Seventh Elder, it will be easy as long as she overcomes the tribulation.
Now Ye Qinghan and Mingxuan can still hold off the Seventh Elder for a while, but their thunder tribulation is still brewing in the sky, and it won’t be long before the two of them will be unable to take care of themselves.
There she urgently needs Junior Master to come over and help delay time, otherwise she will only be beaten when she faces the Seventh Elder.
She gently hooked the spiritual energy with her fingertips and kept activating the dark book, while asking Mu Li, "Do you think our uncle has a chance of winning against the Seventh Elder?"
Mu Li was also using her to observe the Seventh Elder's strength, and then he smiled slowly, "That old man is a sword cultivator, and he has a lot of experience in the use of spiritual weapons, and he also understands formations. Look at that ancient formation, your uncle has no way to stop it, but he was able to set it up right under the other party's nose, what do you think?"
He thought she was still too optimistic.
The Seventh Elder is not from this world.
This alone makes him stand out from everyone else. After all, if you want to crush conspiracies and intrigues, strength is everything.
Mu Li was also annoyed. If it were him in the past, he could easily solve the problem with a palm of the Seventh Elder, so how could he have the chance to act so arrogantly in the world of cultivation?
She couldn't figure it out: "Why would someone who doesn't belong to the cultivation world come here?"
Mu Li said calmly: "There was something wrong with the way of heaven, so I dragged you in."
She understood. For example, what should we do if there is a bug in the game? Of course, we need to fix it. Ye Qiao is the unlucky guy who follows the will of heaven and sets things right.
"Ye Qiao." He didn't notice Ye Qiao's small movements while holding the secret book. Ye Qiao's concealment technique originated from the Half Moon Spirit Clan, and that race was destroyed by the Demon Clan hundreds of years ago. With this technique, Ye Qiao gained a lot of advantages. She quietly hid the secret book in her sleeve, and said to Elder Zhao with a smile on her lips, "Wait for me."
Elder Zhao had no idea what she was talking about. When he was still conscious, he shouted angrily, "Get back here, you little brat!"
Their deaths were not a pity, but Ye Qiao's was not.
How old is she?
She is the youngest among all the descendants of the sect. She hasn’t had time to grow up yet, and she shouldn’t die here because of them.
Ye Qiao ignored them and stood in front of them, blocking the pressure from the Seventh Elder at the first moment. She was not afraid of the pressure from the other party, but the other elders could not withstand it.
The Seventh Elder narrowed his cloudy eyes and said, "You have quite a lot in your hands."
From a distance, the golden tower looked like a small world of its own with its own rules. He was worried that he had not killed his disciple with the previous blow, and he would never let her escape again this time.
Ye Qiao ignored him, found a dagger from the mustard bag and cut his palm, letting the blood flow down and pressing his palm on the dark book. The blood quickly watered the dark book that had been thirsty for a long time.
The Seventh Elder raised his hand with the corner of his lips curled up, and lightly touched the air.
In midair, a huge hand emerged and slapped down. Ye Qiao pushed the Merit Golden Lotus with his hand, and the golden light tightly wrapped around the big hand like a chain.
Ye Qiao felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and could feel the immense pressure from that big hand.
"Move aside, Ye Qiao."
Two different sword lights in the air shattered the palm prints one after another, and the two sword lights fell in front of her one after the other.
When Ye Qinghan and his senior brother drew their swords at the same time, Duan Shui and Duan Chen emitted completely different sword auras, causing countless swords at the scene to make clashing sounds.
He does have a bit of the youthful spirit.
Ye Qiao was about to say something but stopped himself. The eldest senior brother was not wearing the clan uniform and was dressed in white. Ye Qinghan was also dressed in clean white.
It is said that if you want to be pretty, you have to dress in filial piety. This is absolutely true.
The Seventh Elder held a spiritual sword in one hand and a spiritual banner in the other. The four sword cultivators at the scene blocked his sword together, but the remaining power was still amazing, causing countless disciples below to kneel on the ground and tremble.
Ming Xuan gently moved the handle of the fan and it landed on her. A bright golden ball firmly protected the people in the audience. Then, as he watched the familiar elders self-destruct in front of him, the young man raised the corners of his lips slightly. Although he was smiling, his eyes revealed unspeakable sadness and sorrow. A strange sense of separation came over him.
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