Ye Qinghan's gaze was as sharp as a torch, and because it was too scorching, Ye Qiao, who was standing on the vines, also glanced at him.
Ye Qinghan was staring at him, with confusion in his eyes, but more of shock.
The corners of her mouth twitched. In Ye Qinghan's eyes, she seemed like a creature from outer space, which made him feel unprecedented surprise.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Qiao said angrily, "Haven't you seen the Return of Ten Thousand Swords?"
Ye Qinghan was stunned by the fierceness and lowered his head: "She..."
He remained silent for a long time, his face full of shock, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and hesitantly asked: "Is that Wanjian Guizong?"
The sword flashed like lightning, accurately avoiding the disciples in the field and the corpses that kept pouring in. The swords rained down like rain.
At the same time, before he could be shocked, he saw evil winds blowing all around him, and Yuming Mountain was covered by flying silk threads. These silk threads were like the tentacles of a demon, dancing wantonly, covering the entire mountain in a weird atmosphere.
Anshu didn't dare to approach the Seventh Elder easily. After all, the other party's realm was much higher than his own.
But most of the other people at the scene can be controlled at will as long as Anshu is willing, and become its puppets, allowing it to do whatever it wants.
Anshu swallowed his saliva and wanted to secretly find a few elders with high realms to suck blood. There was a greedy light flashing in the eyes of the weapon spirit. The next second, he was slapped to the ground by Ye Qiao. After the slap fell, his gloomy eyes instantly became clear and stupid.
Ye Qiao said coldly: "Be honest."
An Shu: “…” It hurts so much.
He hummed twice, waved the snow-white pages, fluttered his fingers twice, and asked Mu Li: "Why is she so irritable today?"
Mu Li was not kind: "How would I know?"
He was scolded too, okay?
It seemed that Ye Qiao disliked everyone today, but those who depended on Ye Qiao for their living did not dare to refute or ask.
Swords hummed all around, the light of the Feixian Sword was bright, and with Ye Qiao as the center point, they leaned back, and countless sword lights swung downwards, starting to clear a large area.
He snapped his fingers and said, "Go."
The secret book came into play at this moment.
All the corpses present were horrified, as if their souls were held firmly in place, freezing in place and unable to move.
The crazy atmosphere caused by the elders' self-explosion was quelled in an instant. Ye Qiao lowered his eyes and gently flipped the dark book with one hand again. The difficult-to-repel corpses stopped firmly in place.
"This book..." Duan Hengdao opened his mouth so wide that an egg could fit in it. Holy shit.
This book is awesome.
The golden tower was mysterious, but it was far from as shocking as the sight of Ye Qiao holding the secret book in one hand and causing a myriad of storms to settle there in the blink of an eye. All the people were restrained and tied tightly in mid-air, hanging like puppets, with empty expressions.
Whether you like it or not, once you are parasitized, your self will no longer exist and you will be completely controlled by it.
The power of the dark book is to control and reverse all functions of the body. Once it controls you, life or death depends on the thought of this evil weapon.
Zhu You was sure: "That's our spiritual weapon!!" She almost screamed. The spiritual weapon was said to be extremely evil and had never been restrained by a cultivator. The possibility of refining it was zero. How did she tame it? !
The elders seemed to have a last breath of life, their breaths calmed, and their ferocious faces gradually smoothed out and their breaths became soft. Seeing that their sanity was gradually returning, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and lightly tapped the page of the book. An Shu reluctantly let everyone go.
Ye Qiao didn't let him touch those people, so An Shu could only touch the people of the Seventh Elder. The tentacle-like existence parasitized on the bodies of those refined monks, stirring them mercilessly. In an instant, the scene was filled with the screams of ghosts and wolves.
“Ahhhh!!”
The Seventh Elder quickly waved his banner to gather all those people so as to cut off the control of the Dark Book. However, he still underestimated the abnormality of this innate spiritual weapon.
The Dark Book, known as the evil of the world, is a gathering of evil thoughts and malice in the world. Rather than being a spiritual weapon, it is better to say that it is an innate evil weapon, overbearing and vicious. Thousands of swords are fired in the air, and one sword can kill people. Taking this opportunity, the Dark Book simply devours all their souls.
Those monks can no longer be considered human beings.
The three souls and seven spirits were taken away by the seven elders and stored in the spirit flag. Even if they were rescued, they would just be a group of puppets.
It would be better to remove the firewood from under the cauldron.
They were stunned, as if they had turned into statues, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they all had dead eyes because of shock.
Is there really someone who can pull everyone back from the brink of life and death?
There really is someone who can do it.
It is said that Yun Que has more spiritual weapons than ordinary disciples can obtain, but the problem is that Ye Qiao seems to have no less than her, and some of them are even innate spiritual weapons.
Most of them were wiped out with the move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, and the remaining half were completely devoured by the Dark Book. This behavior made Ye Qinghan full of confusion: "Who is she?"
Ten thousand swords return to the sect, isn’t that the quasi-divine sword technique of their sect?
And the secret book also belongs to them!!
Everything she used belonged to their sect!
Zhu You shook his head blankly: "I don't know either."
If she hadn't led them here for some unknown reason, the Wenjian Sect would generally not care about the affairs of the Changming Sect. This was not something they needed to be in charge of.
Zhu You inexplicably had the illusion that the other party was plotting against her, and this feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"Do you think she knows us?"
Ten thousand swords return to their origin.
Standard, too standard, just like the people from their sect.
There is something extremely weird about this disciple Ye Qiao.
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