Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

It's too late to say.

Fu Ling'er moved her body as her heart moved, and she quickly made hand gestures with her hands. A golden bell suddenly appeared, wrapping her tightly.

"Ding ding dang dang," the long sword hit the golden bell cover and was broken into countless pieces, but it could not shake the golden bell cover at all.

"Damn it," Wen Renyu became even more panicked when he saw that his Fuxi Sword Formation could not defeat Fu Ling'er at all.

He could only fight to the death. He flew up, raised his hands high in the air, and chopped down at Fu Ling'er fiercely.

Fu Ling'er quickly removed the Golden Bell Cover, and the God-killing Sword appeared in her palm. She did not retreat, but swept towards the chopping sword.

"Clang," huge sparks splashed in the air, forming a gorgeous firework.

"It's my turn now, Wen Renyu. If you have any last words, tell them quickly. Otherwise, you won't have the chance later."

"Damn it, you really want to kill me? Stop being so arrogant, bitch, you are the one who deserves to die, watch out for the sword," Wen Renyu was so angry at Fu Ling'er's arrogant words that his heart trembled. His hand trembled and he drew his sword to kill again.

"Hmph! If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the forfeit. Today, I will make you go to hell to repent and make amends to my master. A villain like you will never be worthy of having anything to do with my master. Delusion? I'll let you see for yourself whether it's a delusion or not." After saying that, Fu Ling'er let go completely, and she practiced the God-killing Sword Technique in her hand to the extreme.

Along with the sword technique came sharp gusts of wind, like violent whirlwinds, whistling through the air. These gusts of wind were like sharp blades.

Wen Renyu's robe was instantly torn into countless holes by the violent wind, and the strips of cloth fluttered in the air, as if telling the intensity of the fierce battle.

Fu Ling'er, on the other hand, was like a sophisticated fighting machine, her sword moves were like a torrential rain, attacking Wen Renyu continuously. Each sword move contained enormous power, making it impossible for Wen Renyu to resist.

Facing such a fierce attack, even fighting back became a luxury for Wen Renyu. He could only keep retreating, trying to avoid Fu Ling'er's sword moves, but Fu Ling'er's attacks followed him like a shadow, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Puchi," the Sword of the God of Death pierced Wen Renyu's shoulder blade. Fu Ling'er did not stop, but took advantage of the victory and kicked him in the chest.

The power of this kick cannot be underestimated. It directly kicked Wen Renyu out of the mountain. He was like a piece of rag, and was smashed directly to the foot of the mountain.

Fu Ling'er chased after him, flew up, raised her sword, and slashed at the falling Wen Renyu again.

This did not give him any chance to breathe, and the storm-like attack never stopped.

Yin Zi flew down immediately afterwards, and Ye Jiyun and Bei Ming Xianzhen followed without thinking. The three of them stood aside and watched the fight again.

Wen Renyu groaned inwardly. He wanted to steady himself and fight back, but before he could raise his sword, Fu Ling'er's sword was already close to him.

"Puchi," another heavy blow.

Wen Renyu's body was staggering and his legs were trembling. He looked at the crazy Fu Ling'er in horror, feeling extremely scared. This man was really crazy.

No, he has to find help, Ye Jiyun, Bei Ming Xianzhen, yes, yes, and the Demon Emperor, they can't just stand by and watch.

Wen Renyu suddenly shouted at the three people,

"Ye Jiyun, Bei Ming Xianzhen, Demon Emperor, you are my allies. Are you really going to stand by and watch? Don't forget, I invited you here. This big devil won't let me go, so he certainly won't let you go either. Think about it carefully."

The three of them remained indifferent, watching the show at their leisure. Yin Zi leaned against a tree trunk, one arm folded, the other covering her mouth with her hand, giggling uncontrollably.

"So what? The trick you used against my master back then is no longer effective? The Lord of the Three Realms you asked for help won't help you anymore? Hahaha! How ridiculous.

Do you know why the Lords of the Three Realms didn't help you this time? And why did they listen to me?

Hahaha! Idiot, of course they won't help you, because, ah, the Demon Emperor is my contracted beast. Ye Jiyun and Bei Ming Xian Zhen are my friends, how could they help you? Idiot, you are so stupid. "

"You...you are talking nonsense," Wen Renyu looked at Fu Ling'er in disbelief, and then looked at the three people who were watching the show not far away in shock.

Suddenly, everything he saw made him feel like his life was a joke.

Status, he once betrayed his master and tried to get things that did not belong to him. He killed his master and those who helped him, and he sat on the position of the Emperor of Heaven.

His lover, his most beloved Sissi, did not marry him because she loved him, but because he was her second choice at the time, and she chose him because he could bring her supreme honor.

Hahaha! For all these years, he knew exactly whether Sissi loved him or was just being perfunctory. He just didn't want to expose her, didn't want to admit his failure, and played the role of a loving couple with her every day.

As he acted, he began to take it seriously.

He seemed to have gained power, but was it really that proud of the power to be cautious, careful, and on guard at every turn? Not necessarily!

It seemed as if he had obtained all of this, but also as if he had never obtained it.

At this moment, Wen Renyu seemed to have lost all his strength and faced death calmly.

"Don't pretend to be dead, come and fight again! Why would an executioner who has done so much evil pretend to be enlightened? Let me tell you, the only way for you to atone for your sins is to go to the eighteen levels of hell and never be reborn." Fu Ling'er raised the sword again and attacked with great momentum.

Wen Renyu watched Fu Ling'er approaching little by little, and subconsciously wanted to resist with the sword in his hand, but how could he avoid the powerful Sword of the God of Death?

"Puff!" A sword pierced his heart. Wen Renyu lowered his eyes to gaze at his chest, where blood gushed out. He seemed to feel no pain, nor the gradual fading of his vitality. There was no hatred or resentment in his eyes, only relief. When the complex light in his eyes completely vanished, his tall body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Hmph! You want to die just like that? No way," Fu Ling'er took advantage of Wen Renyu's soul before it dissipated and used a soul-stealing move to grab his soul out.

At this moment, Wen Renyu's spirit had become translucent, as if it would dissipate at any moment. She injected a little Chaos Power to prevent him from disappearing. Then she found a porcelain bottle and placed his spirit inside.

Then she waved to Ye Jiyun, and Ye Jiyun immediately appeared in front of her.

"Ye Jiyun, I hand him over to you. You lock him up in the Eighteen Levels of Hell and torture him every day. I want him to atone for my master's sins."

"Don't worry, Jiyun will do his best to fulfill Miss Ling's request," Ye Jiyun nodded slightly, took the porcelain bottle and put it into the storage ring.