"Hey, Wang Zhen, what happened? Why are there so many magic arrays at the door?"

"I don't know. The leader ordered us to guard the formation and not let anyone in."

"Ah, how did we end up with such a boring job?"

"Haha, Li Fangming, do you think you can go to Qinglian Mountain and kill people and have sex with women at will every time?"

Wang Zhen and Li Fangming are the steward disciples of Feiyun Sect. They have just been assigned by Sect Leader Bai Liu to guard the gate of Chang'an Palace.

When the two arrived, they saw that many disciples from Zhenyang Sect and Leijian Sect were guarding the door.

After asking, I found out that everyone was guarding the magic circle at the door following orders from above.

They were all a little puzzled. Today, the three major sects had set up hundreds of magic arrays inside and outside the Chang'an Palace.

It can be said that even if all the masters of the Western Dynasty suddenly attacked, it would take at least one day and one night to break these magic arrays.

It's so impregnable, why do you still send us here to guard the gate?

Wang Zhen and Li Fangming were a bit bored, so they started chatting with the disciples of Zhenyang Sect and Leijian Sect. They found out that they had all been to Qinglian Mountain before.

This common topic naturally emerged.

So everyone talked excitedly about how they had "eliminated demons and defended the Way" on Qinglian Mountain, and each of them showed off their own battle records.

How many people were killed, how many women were slept with, etc.

"Let me tell you, my senior brother and I had a competition to see who could kill the most people. The people I encountered were all mortals with no cultivation. In the end, I killed seventy-eight people, while my senior brother only killed thirty."

"But my senior brother encountered a group of women in hiding. He didn't let any of them go and slept with them all. Damn it, although I won, he was very happy!"

At this time, a disciple of the Thunder Sword Sect was describing in vivid detail what he had done on Qinglian Mountain, and the people around him were cheering.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.

At this time, a crisp sound of footsteps was heard.

Everyone turned around in surprise, only to see a pretty figure slowly approaching.

She was wearing a black gauze robe with cloud patterns, which tightly wrapped her charming and curvy figure. Her small round face had delicate features, and was pure and beautiful, yet with a bit of mature charm.

This woman's appearance far surpassed that of countless fairies of the righteous path, and all the disciples were stunned.

"Where did this beauty come from?"

"Such a beauty, I have never seen it before!"

The disciple who had just described the killing contest between him and his senior brother stepped forward and looked the woman up and down, the desire in his eyes almost unable to be suppressed:

"My fellow Taoist, which sect are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The woman didn't look at him, and asked everyone, "Have you all been to Qinglian Mountain?"

The disciple laughed and said, "Yes, we are all heroes who have killed countless demons. Fellow Daoist, are you looking for a Taoist partner? Just pick one!"

Wang Zhen suddenly realized: "Aren't there dozens of magic arrays at the door? How did she get in?!"

Li Fangming was startled: "Black gauze robe with cloud pattern?!"

Everyone was startled, and then they realized that the black gauze cloud pattern robe the woman was wearing looked somewhat familiar.

Wang Zhen's voice suddenly became trembling: "It is said that the Saint of the Demon Sect, Xia... is extremely cold and beautiful, with half red and half white hair, and likes to wear... a black gauze robe with cloud patterns!"

Everyone looked at the woman's black robe with cloud patterns, and recalled the stern expressions on their senior masters' faces when they ordered them to defend the gate to the death.

Instantly, a terrible guess slowly rose in my heart.

Could it be that this woman is...

"very good."

The cold and beautiful woman spoke softly and slowly raised her slender hand.

Crunch, crunch…

As a teeth-grinding friction sound was heard, countless cracks appeared in the sky above Chang'an Palace, spreading out layer by layer, making the entire sky look like it was cracked.

Crash!

Afterwards, more than a hundred magic arrays covering the Chang'an Palace were all shattered, and countless spiritual symbols that made up the magic arrays fell into the air.

It was like a heavy snow.

Amidst countless "snowflakes", Wang Zhen, Li Fangming and others were stunned. Looking at the pretty woman in front of them, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

The woman took a step forward.

Dozens of deacons and disciples from the three major sects retreated together in horror.

"You, don't come over here!"

The woman took another step forward.

Everyone was stunned, as if someone had stepped on their heart.

The deacon disciple who said that he was in a killing competition on Qinglian Mountain suddenly covered his throat and wanted to speak, but blood kept coming out of his mouth.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the deacon disciple made a hoarse creaking sound, and then his whole body broke apart and was cut into hundreds of pieces, which scattered to the ground with a crash.

"ah!!"

Wang Zhen screamed like a weak woman being raped by a strong man, but no one around him laughed at him because everyone was screaming.

"Tanglian Jue?!"

Li Fangming screamed in horror, and everyone then realized that there were countless lotus petals floating around.

It was these soft and delicate petals that the deacon disciple had just cut.

Wang Zhen's legs almost went limp: "Isn't the Tanglian Jue the skill of the dead demon Chun Hongtang? Why does Xia... also know it?"

"This was the number one in the world back then, the Saint of the Demon Sect. What can't she do?!"

"Stop talking, everyone come together, or we'll all die!"

Someone shouted, and the others finally mustered up the courage and took out their own magic weapons. They all had cultivation levels above the middle stage of the Golden Core, and some were even at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

With so many people attacking together, we can at least hold off a few until the sect leader arrives.

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, everyone stopped.

Wang Zhen looked around at his companions in confusion: "Why aren't you moving? Charge...?"

He suddenly found that his mouth had fallen off. He looked down in horror and saw that his body had been broken into countless pieces.

When his head fell to the ground, Wang Zhen realized that the ground was covered with the remains of his companions.

How could so many of us die in an instant?

He looked at the mouth that had fallen not far away, and desperately used the last of his spiritual power, and finally uttered the last three words:

"Xia Qinglian..."

Qiu Zhihe stepped on the corpses and blood all over the ground, but her shoes were not dirty at all.

She looked calm and continued to move forward slowly.

Suddenly, the sky above her head darkened, and bolts of lightning gathered together, eventually turning into a huge bolt of lightning as big as a mountain that struck towards her!

Qiu Zhihe continued to move forward, and a lotus flower bloomed in the air, blocking the huge lightning column that was falling down.

The lotus is soft, but the powerful thunder cannot break through it.

Qiu Zhihe walked slowly and gracefully to the center of Chang'an Palace.

Suddenly, hundreds of figures appeared around, and the dozens of people in the lead were all in the Nascent Soul stage.

Two of them are at the peak of Nascent Soul stage.

It was Su Longxiang and Bai Liu.

"Hahaha, you witch! You had a lucky escape on Tianlu Mountain, but now you've fallen into our trap. You can't blame us!"

Su Longxiang's voice was like thunder, which calmed the pale-faced disciples around him.

"Yeah?"

Qiu Zhihe smiled faintly and looked around, her eyes full of disdain:

"Then why don't you dare even say my name?"