"Fellow Daoist Shen, it's not that we don't want to hand it over, it's that we really don't have any gold or stone on us!"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Shen, you are a magnanimous person, please let us go!"

The man who had been leaning against the corridor and had been silent all of a sudden stood up straight. He stretched out his hand impatiently, as if his patience had been exhausted.

"Why bother, idiot?"

The next moment, Mu Yao suddenly felt her body being entangled by a powerful force. Before she could react, she was suddenly swept away by this force and flew out of Xiaoxiang Terrace.

"Senior Sister Mu!"

"Xiaoyao!"

The man grabbed Mu Yao's neck with one hand and said slowly, "Hand over the gold and stone."

Yun Qianshan took a step forward and protected Sheng He behind him, his face full of anger: "The gold and stone are not in our hands, you should quickly release Xiaoyao! We are the direct disciples of Qingyun Sect. If you dare to hurt Xiaoyao, Qingyun Sect will never let you go!"

"Oh? Really?"

The man chuckled and slowly increased the strength in his hands. Mu Yao's face soon turned red due to suffocation, but he leisurely straightened the wrinkles on his robe, looked at Sheng He and smiled:

"Who cares if the gold and stone are in your hands? If they are, just hand them over. If they are not, there are so many people on Xiaoxiang Terrace, can't you look for them one by one?"

"I'm not in a hurry. It depends on whether your friend is in a hurry or not."

Yun Qianshan pursed his lips, turned around to look at Sheng He's murderous eyes, and protected Sheng He behind him, whispering: "Xiao He, don't be impulsive, that man's cultivation is not low, let's find a chance to contact the elders guarding outside to rescue..."

"No!"

Sheng He interrupted Yun Qianshan and pulled her behind him.

"Jin Shi is with me, please let her go."

Sheng He stretched out her hand, and a fist-sized stone emitting golden light lay quietly in the palm of her hand.

Yun Qianshan's eyes widened slightly, and before he could even react in shock, he immediately shouted at the man, "The gold and stone are for you, let Xiaoyao go!"

Shen Ci grinned at this, gnashing his teeth as he took the gold and stone from Sheng He's hand: "First it was the mermaid, then the Dragon Island treasure, and now even the gold and stone are in your hands, Sheng He, you are really lucky!"

Sheng He didn't even look at Shen Ci. She looked at Mu Yao, whose face was blue and purple and who was unable to struggle, and said in a cold voice, "Let her go."

The man looked at Mu Yao in his hands in surprise, and suddenly a vicious smile appeared on his face: "So she is so important to you, then I can't let her go."

Sheng He's spiritual power surged, her eyes were red, and blood flowed from the tip of her nose. She looked at the man and said word by word: "I ask you to let her go!"

The water in the lake with electric light rushed up towards the man, and the "sizzling" sound of electricity was endless. Shen Ci's face changed drastically, and he wanted to escape quickly, but his retreat was blocked. He had no choice but to rush to Xiaoxiang Terrace.

"Senior Sister Yun, help me!"

Yun Qianshan was stunned for a moment, looking at the vortex of spiritual energy on Sheng He's body that was close to the tribulation period, he immediately reacted and took out his own natal magic weapon, the white jade pipa.

With a "clang" sound.

Sheng He's spiritual power surged again. She raised her head, her face covered with tiny beads of blood, but she seemed unaware and smiled strangely at the man.

The water suddenly became stronger, and the water rushed towards the man, but was bounced away by a huge force the moment it hit the man.

"Just you?"

The man sneered and wanted to say something, but his voice was soon stuck in his throat. The corridor under his feet had already been shattered, and the mud at the bottom of the lake rushed to his feet. He tapped his toes lightly to fly away from the mud.

But just as he flew up, countless vines suddenly emerged from the mud, tightly wrapped around his legs, and pulled him back into the mud.

Several vines climbed up along his legs and tightly wrapped around his hands and neck. The man gritted his teeth and finally managed to devote a little of his attention to dealing with the vines. His right hand, which was pinching Mu Yao's neck, loosened a little.

The moment he released his grip, the vines wrapped around him suddenly tightened, and Sheng He leaned forward and stabbed his left shoulder with a sword.

The man dodged quickly, but his right hand was suddenly empty. The cold water wrapped around the unconscious Mu Yao and gently placed her on the Xiaoxiang stage.

The man said gloomily: "I didn't expect you to be so capable. I underestimated you."

Sheng He leaned on his sword and gasped for breath, but he still looked up and laughed sarcastically, "Same here, Xuan Xiao. I didn't expect that you would be like your two disciples, willing to bear the crime of harming your fellow disciples in order to kill me. I overestimated you."

The melodious music continued, and the wounds on her body seemed to be healed little by little. Sheng He stood up again, the armor on her right shoulder slightly warm, and she raised her sword and rushed towards Xuan Xiao again.

Xuan Xiao gritted his teeth, and finally condensed a sword energy and swung it towards Sheng He. The cold and sharp sword energy hit Sheng He's face directly.

Sheng He did not dodge. A soft stream of water rose from the lake. The lightning had already merged into the mud. The sword energy was blocked by layer after layer of water flow. By the time it reached Sheng He, it was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

Sheng He raised the sword, and the ninth move of Qingyun Sword Technique chopped towards Xuanxiao's left shoulder again. This sword seemed to have the power of thunder.

A trace of panic finally appeared on Xuan Xiao's face. He tried his best to move his legs, trying to break free from the mud. The sound of cola became louder and louder. The armor on Sheng He's body gradually became hot. The mud under Xuan Xiao's feet tightly entangled him like roots.

"you……"

Before Xuan Xiao finished his words, the Longyin Sword had already fallen, and he was split in half in an instant, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The silt gradually fell, and the water slowly fell into the lake. Sheng He supported herself with the Longyin Sword and barely stood up. The water automatically formed a circle around her. She looked at the empty silt in front of her, slowly bent down, and picked up a water-green ring.

But the moment she touched the ring, it disappeared in front of her like a phantom.

"puff!"

Xuan Xiao, who was in seclusion in Qingyun Sect, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He pressed his chest and stared viciously at a certain place in front of him.

That was a wisp of his soul.

He separated his soul and cooperated with Shen Ci, but now not only did he fail to kill Sheng He, but he exposed himself.

Although that wisp of soul was not as powerful as the original body, it was also in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and was actually killed by Sheng He with one sword.

His soul was destroyed, and his cultivation level also showed a tendency to decline.

We can't delay any longer.

Xuan Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes dim and unclear. He took out the aqua green ring and played with it in his hand.

Yuan Chen, if you don't want to, there will naturally be someone who is willing.

I can support you, and I can also support others.