Chunhua's breath hitched; those tools were the tools of the people who had been captured.
She opened her mouth towards Qing Xuanzi. Qing Xuanzi and she clearly had a special relationship. Qing Xuanzi could read her lips. Unfortunately, Wei Qinghe could also read lips.
When Wei Qinghe learned that the tools had run away, she knew that it was Qi Lan, Fang Buwei, and Yun Zimu who had succeeded.
Chaos has been created.
Qing Xuanzi didn't speak immediately, but looked at Wei Qinghe.
This must be her plan.
Wei Qinghe simply smiled faintly.
Qing Xuanzi felt even more confident.
"Let them find it themselves."
Chunhua, inside the protective shield, could naturally understand Qingxuanzi's lip movements, and she immediately gave the command to the telepathic horn.
"let's go."
Qing Xuanzi clenched his fist, gave an order, and led his men into the ancestor's palace with unstoppable momentum.
The palace was filled with a sinister atmosphere and a ghostly aura.
There were some experts in the ancestral palace. The experts immediately appeared, and the two sides immediately started fighting.
Wei Qinghe followed Qing Xuanzi all the way to the Ancestral Hall.
I don't have much of a memory of this place.
It's clear that Qingyao has only been here a few times.
The person sitting cross-legged in the main hall was none other than the Patriarch of Qingyu Palace.
The yin energy condensed into an extremely strong current of air, coiling around the ancestor in the form of a serpent.
The suspended ghostly spirit, like a kite, was rooted in the ancestor's body by a wisp of yin energy.
The malevolent spirits, which should have been sinister, were now like frightened deer, darting and struggling wildly around the ancestor.
No matter how hard they tried, they could never break free from those constraints.
The eerie yin energy gradually shortened, and one by one, the yin spirits were absorbed into the ancestor's body.
Qing Xuanzi, holding a longsword, suddenly summoned the sword and placed it in front of him. With a flick of his hand, sword energy shot out rapidly, whooshing and swooshing...
It directly severed the connection between the eerie yin energy and the yin spirit.
Although this was the first time Wei Qinghe had witnessed such a scene, she had already made some guesses after observing the blood array and the array below.
So seeing this scene now, I'm not particularly surprised.
"puff!"
The ancestor suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He opened his eyes in anger and saw Qing Xuanzi and Qing Yao.
His gaze was mainly fixed on Qing Xuanzi. "Qing Xuanzi, you're going to rebel!"
"Rebellion! You could call it a rebellion, but someone like you doesn't deserve to live."
With a determined heart, Qing Xuanzi once again wielded his longsword, sending thousands of sword energies hurtling towards the ancestor.
The sword techniques of sword cultivators often imply the return of all swords to their origin. However, the power they unleash varies depending on each sword cultivator's comprehension, swordsmanship skill, and sword heart.
Although Qing Xuanzi's sword energy was comparable to Wei Qinghe's, its power was relatively weaker.
Wei Qinghe did not immediately take action, but instead looked at the formation beneath Immortal Venerable Yinghui.
This formation is still constantly gathering Yin energy, and both Qing Xuanzi and Yinghui Immortal Venerable need Yin energy far exceeding spiritual energy.
While the two were fighting, Wei Qinghe immediately summoned several puppet rats. Her spiritual energy fluctuated, and although she seemed to be doing nothing, she was actually handing the talisman to the rats.
The rats headed towards the Yin-gathering formation from different directions.
"What are you waiting for?!"
Qing Xuanzi was no match for Yinghui Immortal Venerable. After only a few moves, he was already unable to withstand it.
He had also been injured by Yinghui Xianzun before, and now that the two injured people were facing each other, external forces were very important.
Wei Qinghe affixed an invisibility talisman to the Ghost King Seal in her palm, effectively preparing it for a feast.
"Qing Xuanzi, you really have run out of ideas. You want to rebel, but you can't find a suitable person. You've even resorted to using this piece of trash."
Immortal Venerable Yinghui didn't even bother to glance at Wei Qinghe, nor did he have the inclination to use his divine sense to observe Wei Qinghe. Naturally, he didn't notice that the good-for-nothing he despised had long been replaced.
"But it takes skill to persuade a piece of trash to join forces with you."
Wei Qinghe held Qingyao's fan in one hand, and revealed the Ghost King Seal in the palm of her other hand.
A fan is a weapon used for close-range combat, so it naturally requires getting close.
Even waste has its uses, like now!
After speaking, Wei Qinghe first swept her fan towards Immortal Venerable Yinghui's neck, and Immortal Venerable Yinghui reflexively leaned back to the side.
Feeling Wei Qinghe's palm strike coming down, he didn't even see what was happening, and casually caught it with his own palm.
bump!
A dull thud sounded, and the Ghost King Seal felt relieved.
Immortal Venerable Yinghui forcefully pulled his hand away, only to find that it was pressed tightly against the hand of the useless person in front of him.
"What, what did you do?" Immortal Venerable Yinghui's eyes were bloodshot, making him look terrifying.
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