Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Luoshui Sect, Yunmiao Peak.

The thick spiritual clouds that had covered the peak all year round were now torn apart by an overwhelming and irresistible pressure!

The wind howled wildly, sweeping up the clouds in the sky, making a dull whimper.

A cold and indifferent figure, as if it had never changed, slowly stepped out of the ancient cave on the top of the mountain that had been sealed for a hundred years.

Ancestor Qiutong!

She looked to be around thirty or forty years old, with a thin face and hard lines without a trace of softness. Her eyes were pure ice-gray. Her gaze swept across the stacked palaces and pavilions below, like a god looking down at ants, without any warmth at all.

The gray and white Taoist robe, which was so plain that it was almost deathly plain, did not move at all in the strong wind.

The elders and core disciples of Luoshui Sect, including the sect leader Shui Yao, who were waiting outside the cave, were all trembling with fear under this icy pressure that was as real as substance. They all bowed their heads and dared not breathe.

Shui Yao Zhenren suppressed his inner throbbing, took a step forward, saluted respectfully, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible fear:

"Welcome our uncle-master to come out of retreat! Disciple Shui Yao will lead the disciples..."

"Noisy."

The cold voice of Patriarch Qiu Tong interrupted him, like the friction of ten thousand years of black ice.

She didn't even look at Shui Yao, her ice-gray eyes just stared at the sky.

There, the originally clear sky was gathering thick, leaden clouds rolling with dark purple lightning at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dull thunder was like the roaring and howling of an ancient behemoth deep in the clouds, and a heart-pounding aura of destruction filled the air.

The spiritual energy of the entire Luoshui Mountains began to become restless.

Zhenren Shui Yao and others were even paler in the face. Under the double shock of the power of heaven and earth and the pressure from the ancestor, they could hardly stand.

"Nine Netherworld appears, the Demon Lord comes out."

The voice of the old man Qiu Tong was flat as he uttered these six words in a cold voice. Each word was like an icicle hitting the ground, with a sense of decisive and unquestionable fate.

"The signs of chaos in the three realms have already appeared. The catastrophe is coming and there is no way to avoid it."

She finally lowered her head slowly, her icy-gray eyes like two cold rays, sweeping over the silent people of Luoshui Sect below, and finally fixed on the pale-faced Taoist Shui Yao.

The indifference and scrutiny in that gaze made Shui Yao feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"The demon fetus has not yet awakened, and the demon power has not yet been fully developed. This is a godsend opportunity."

The voice of the elder Qiu Tong became even colder, with an almost cruel determination.

“Use all the power of the sect to kill it before it fully awakens and triggers the Nine Nether Devil Tribulation!”

"I will follow the instructions of our ancestor!"

Shui Yao Zhenren quickly bowed and agreed, his voice trembling with an imperceptible tremor.

"Disciples, deploy immediately and spread out spies to search for the whereabouts of the unawakened Demon Lord! We will definitely..."

"waste."

Patriarch Qiu Tong spat out two words coldly, which were like two slaps on Master Shui Yao's face.

She withdrew her gaze and looked back at the dark purple thunderclouds in the sky that were becoming more and more oppressive and seemed to devour everything. Her skinny fingers began to count rapidly in her sleeves.

The magic power flows between the fingers, causing subtle and mysterious ripples in the space.

After a moment, her calculations suddenly stopped, her ice-gray pupils suddenly contracted, and a tremendous rage like a tangible cold wave instantly swept across the entire Yunmiao Peak!

"Where is Lu Mingxuan?"

Her voice was like the cold wind from the underworld, piercingly cold.

Shui Yao Zhenren was shocked by this sudden anger and froze all over. He broke out in a cold sweat and answered with a stiff face:

"Reply...Report to Grandmaster Uncle, since Grandmaster Lu's trip to Yunmengze, we have lost contact...I am sending more people..."

"More orders?"

Patriarch Qiu Tong turned around abruptly, his gray Taoist robe rustling in the wind. The terrifying pressure made Master Shui Yao fall to his knees with a plop. The elders and disciples around him all knelt down, shaking like sieves.

She stared at Shui Yao, and every word she spoke was like falling ice beads:

"You are such a loser as the leader! He was captured by the City Lord's Mansion and imprisoned in the dungeon while he was in Bugui City! You have completely disgraced the Luoshui Sect!"

Master Shui Yao felt as if struck by lightning, his face instantly turned as pale as paper. He never expected this would be the result.

Without waiting for his reaction, Patriarch Qiu Tong's fingers moved again, his brows knitted tightly, and his voice became even colder and harsher:

"And Luo Lin! And the useless young man of Yanji Sect are now trapped in the depths of Rosemary Valley, bewitched by the Thousand Illusion Mirage, and in danger of death! How dare you still be here in a daze?"

Shui Yao Zhenren was sweating through his heavy clothes at this moment, his head was deeply buried, and his voice was filled with desperate fear:

"Disciple...disciple failed to supervise! I deserve death! Please calm down, uncle-master! Disciple will..."

"immediately!"

Elder Qiu Tong interrupted him, his voice was firm and firm, not allowing any room for argument.

"Divide the troops into two groups! One group of elite soldiers, led by you personally, holding my token, quickly go to the City of No Return, and make sure to bring that waste Lu Mingxuan back to me unscathed! The other group, led by Elder Tianshu, bring the 'Soul-Fixing Disk', and rush to Rosemary Valley to rescue Luo Lin! If anything goes wrong..."

Her cold eyes swept across the area below, like the gaze of death:

"You all, come and see me with your heads!"

The cold words swept across everyone's heart like the strong wind from the top of Yunmiao Peak.

Shui Yao Zhenren was horrified and knelt on the ground, "Disciple obeys! I will never dare to fail my uncle-master's trust!"

He raised his head suddenly, there was no more hope in his eyes, only the determination and fear of burning his boats, and he shouted sternly:

"Send the order! Elder Tianshu, quickly select the elite 'barrier breakers', bring the 'Soul-fixing Disk', and set off immediately to help Rosemary Valley! The rest of the Yuanying elders, follow me to the City of No Return!"

The entire Luoshui Sect was instantly like an ant nest thrown into boiling water. Under the anger and killing orders of Patriarch Qiutong that froze everything, the sect began to operate frantically.

Dark purple thunderclouds rolled endlessly over the Luoshui Sect, and the dull thunder was like the drumbeat of doomsday, hitting everyone's heart heavily.