Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The moment they saw Chang Qing turning around, they both stopped at the same time. Their hearts felt as if they were being tightly grasped by someone's hands, and a stabbing chill spread throughout their bodies.

The news of the heaven had spread far and wide, and he also heard about the brilliant Buddhist disciple who had become possessed by the devil. He was worried and anxious.

Chang Qing walked down step by step. The closer he got, the more nervous Wan Chuyao became. Her palms were full of sweat. She called her name with a trembling voice, "Mo Lian, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Yu Zexun couldn't take his eyes off her since she appeared. After a while, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Monk, I didn't expect to meet you in this situation. Do I have the strength to be your mortal enemy now?"

"But suddenly, I don't want to be your mortal enemy anymore." There was a flash of hostility in his eyes. If it weren't for those people in heaven, this man wouldn't have become like this.

"Monk, it just so happens that I have long been annoyed with these sanctimonious people. I will talk to you about the past after I have dealt with them."

Chang Qing smiled compassionately and glanced at the sword on the ground. The sword was floating in the air, trembling slightly.

She didn't even look at it, as the sword flew backwards through the air and pierced straight through the chest of an old man.

The old man was still shouting "I will kill you" when a warm and sticky liquid splashed on his face. He was still wondering where the water came from when he saw the horrified eyes of the disciples around him.

"Grand Elder, you, you, you..."

The Supreme Elder felt somewhat unhappy and was about to reprimand the disciple for being disrespectful by pointing his finger at him, but the next second he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He lowered his head, his pupils dilated instantly, and all he could see was a bloody hole in his chest. Then he fell to the ground with his eyes open.

Until this moment, he still couldn't figure out how he died and why he didn't notice it at all.

Chang Qing was about to take action, but a white and beautiful hand covered the back of her hand to prevent her from moving. She looked puzzled and saw Wan Chuyao smiling at her innocently.

"Mo Lian, I'll kill you."

Wan Chuyao moved, and her white dress was stained with large patches of red. Her nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood, and she frowned in great displeasure.

These people are not worthy of her Buddhist disciples to take action.

"Quick, please invite the Grandmaster."

Someone woke up the Holy Sword Sect that was being slaughtered unilaterally, and the elders ran to ask the Holy Sword Immortal to come down.

"Who called me?"

"Grandmaster, please save us. The Zen sect has come to kill us, and your descendants have suffered heavy casualties."

Before he could finish his words, he was killed by Chang Qing.

The Holy Sword Immortal was still in a meeting in the upper realm, so he had no way of making it. He could only be furious and say, "How dare you, ant?"

"You coward, if you dare to come, I will kill you." Chang Qing said sarcastically, wiped the blood off his white monk's robe, and walked out from the corpses on the ground with compassion.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

After destroying the Holy Sword Sect, Chang Qing did not stay, but went directly to the next sect. He shattered the sect's protective formation with a slap and killed those who refused to surrender.

In this way, she had more and more followers, until finally, before she even showed up, those sects had already been frightened and opened their doors to welcome her.

Changqing did not let go of anyone who had attacked Zen Buddhism, even if they surrendered, and sent them all to hell.

The people in the underworld were so confused from working overtime that the strokes they made in the Book of Life and Death were all flying off the edges.

"What on earth is going on?"

"I don't know. I'll catch a few newcomers and ask them later."

Just as the underworld was cursing and the King of Hell had a gloomy face, Chang Qing unified the entire human world at the fastest speed.

Chang Qing also used soul-searching methods to make countless copies of all the inherited skills and spread them throughout the world, covering almost all humans, demons and ghosts.

Not only that, she also developed some skills that completely defeated those Taoist skills that were hidden away.

The foundations of those Taoist sects suddenly became commonplace. Everyone knew what was going on, so they were no longer interested in going to those sects to become disciples and learn skills, and they no longer worked hard for the sects just to get some training techniques.

Furthermore, even if they learn it, they will be suppressed so much that it is simply a waste of time, so that those Taoist sects are deserted and cannot recruit many disciples for decades.

Buddhism has been affected even more. The Buddhas in the West have relied on incense and faith to increase their strength and shape their Buddha bodies. Now that Buddhist techniques have been spread, the trend of spiritual practice is prevalent in the human world, and even fewer people go to burn incense and worship Buddha. The Buddhas in the West are so angry that they are about to explode, and they can no longer maintain their high and mighty appearance of sitting firmly on the altar.

The people in heaven didn't know Chang Qing's current strength, so they sent immortals and Buddhas from the human immortal realm over.

"You are the Buddhist traitor Mo Lian. You dared to associate with the devil and attack the Taoist tradition of heaven. Ant, why don't you kneel down and admit... your mistake, uh... ah ah!"

Before they could even finish their words, Chang Qing crushed them all to death. He used all his energy to nourish this world, making the spiritual energy in the human world, which had the worst cultivation environment among the Three Realms, much richer.

Seeing Chang Qing being so domineering, the people in the human world couldn't help but applaud, and looked at Chang Qing with more and more respect.

There was not much expression on Chang Qing's face. She had just killed so many immortals, but her face was still compassionate. A drop of magic sand between her eyebrows seemed to have contained all the murderous intent of the day and the earth.

She knew that this was just the beginning and the best was yet to come.

Chang Qing returned to the Demon Sect, wearing a moon-white monk's robe and sitting under a tree, making tea. Yu Zexun was still wearing black, looking at her quietly, with undisguised worry in his eyes.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the heavens will definitely send someone of celestial immortal level in four hours at most."

Chang Qing used his spiritual power to roll up some snow to make tea. He looked at the rising mist, which blurred the face of the person in front of him.

"Hey, monk, did you hear me?"

Chang Qing raised his eyelids and saw that the first snow had fallen heavily. There was a thick layer of snow on Yu Zexun's shoulders and hair. He was looking at himself with some dissatisfaction.

"Donor, please have some tea."

Chang Qing poured him a cup. Yu Zexun picked up the cup and took a sip. It was obvious that he was in a much better mood.

"I told you not to call me donor. Call me by my name. Call me Yu Zexun."

"Monk, I've never heard you call me by my name before."

Since they met, this person has never asked him his name, but always called him "donor". This made him feel that he was just one of the many people in this person's eyes.

Chang Qing was speechless when he saw that he was not giving in. It was just a name, what was the big deal?

Just when I wanted to compromise, I opened my mouth and shouted: "Yu..."

"Oh no! The people from heaven are coming down again."

A man ran over in panic, interrupted them, and said quickly: "He is at the celestial realm, and no one else is his match."