After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Seeing that he had finally managed to coax his junior sister, Song Mingan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, this junior sister of mine is a bit clingy, but her father is a Jindan Zhenren, and it is not someone a poor boy like me can afford to offend. If it weren't for my clear sword heart, I would never have been able to win her attention.

Even his master, who is now in the foundation-building stage, is just an ant to him.

Even though he didn't like this beautiful girl, he was still very respectful of her father.

After all, in the Eastern Region, Junior Sister Ji Yue's father is considered to be quite famous, and the Jindan True Men in the neighboring sects would respectfully call him Sword Gentleman when they see him.

What's more, he was able to break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining in a short period of time. In addition to the help from his master, his junior sister also made a great contribution.

Thinking about it now, I still feel extremely guilty. Although I was standing next to the girl and was much taller than Junior Sister Ji Yue, I felt shorter in my heart.

When I have the chance, I will definitely repay my junior sister’s kindness.

Although his mind was full of thoughts, his face did not show much abnormality. With a gentle smile on his face, he walked in the forest with his junior sister.

Suddenly, a tiny light appeared in front of the two of them, and then suddenly became larger, attracting the attention of the brothers and sisters.

"What is this? Is this the talisman given to me before I left?"

Junior Sister Ji Yue was stunned for a moment and blurted out in surprise.

Song Ming'an frowned and spoke word by word with an extremely solemn expression.

"It seems that some of my fellow Taoists have died here."

The cultivators who could come here with the master on the flying boat were at least at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He himself had barely broken through to the early ninth level of Qi Refining, which was the worst in terms of realm.

If you really want to be picky, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s the last one.

Although Song Mingan has always believed that realm does not represent strength, how can there be simple people in these famous sects? Now that he is defeated here, it is obvious that the demon cultivator is very powerful. If the two sides fight, he will not be able to protect his junior sister.

After thinking about it, he turned to look at his junior sister, his words serious.

"Junior sister, please hide yourself and wait for me for a moment. I will be back soon."

Ji Yue's round face wrinkled when he heard that, and he looked very unhappy.

"Brother Ming'an! Don't treat me like a child! I have already reached adulthood. Moreover, my sister is also a practitioner of the ninth level of Qi Refining. If you really count, she has achieved the breakthrough earlier than you."

Song Mingan was speechless for a moment, but he still didn't want him to fight against the evil cultivator.

"But, Junior Sister."

"Humph!"

Seeing that her senior brother was unmoved, Ji Yue snorted and slowly raised her right hand.

Invisible pressure was seen overflowing from his white and tender palms, which made Song Mingan, who was about to persuade him, feel a chill in his heart, and a gleam of sword light flashed in his eyes.

I saw a palm-sized shadow of a long sword emerging and floating in the palm of my junior sister.

The shape of his sword could not be seen clearly, but Song Mingan immediately felt the familiar pressure.

"Sword of Mingxin!"

Song Ming'an let out a low cry, with a mixture of surprise and respect.

The Mingxin Sword is the lifeblood of the master of Junzi Peak in Qingxu Sword Pavilion, and is held by Junior Sister Ji Yue's father. I never thought that this time, a ray of its power would be placed on his daughter.

"You won't look down on me now, will you?"

Ji Yue raised her pretty face and looked a little proud.

"My father gave me a sword energy. If I release it when I encounter danger, I will be able to kill the monster."

Song Mingan smiled bitterly when he heard this. The sword energy personally given by this Jindan Zhenren would surely turn a cultivator into ashes even if he was in the foundation building stage, let alone a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

Now he had no reason to stop her, so he could only say, "Junior sister, you must be careful when you meet that monster, and remember not to act rashly."

"Don't worry, brother."

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At this time, Concubine Yu's face was pale and her breath was becoming weaker and weaker.

He had just escaped less than a mile when he saw a sword light falling from the sky and stabbing at his back.

If he had not been alert at that time and had not cast out the Mo Yuan Ling Shield early, he would have suffered serious injuries.

Uh-huh~

The sound of a sword cutting through the air.

The sword flashed so fast that Yu Fei couldn't react at all. She could only use her consciousness to urge the shield magic weapon, and the black light of the Mo Yuan Spirit Shield bloomed between her and the sword.

With a muffled sound, the spiritual shield flashed with black light, and a deep sword mark was added to the body of the magic weapon.

Barely blocking the attack, Yu Fei's face showed a hint of horror.

Is this the true strength of the ninth level of Qi Refining?

You know, there were two late-stage cultivators who died at his hands, but they died before they could test their own strength. This was the first time he fought against a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

But this sword cultivator used all his strength as soon as he came up, with an attitude of quick victory. This completely gave Yu Fei a new understanding of the ninth-level cultivators.

The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat looked at the figure in front of him with a long robe fluttering in the wind and could barely make out that it was a woman. But her strength was really low, how could she kill a fellow practitioner?

Is there any secret method?

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already been patient enough after testing you twice. This time he would finish you off completely.

He pointed his finger forward like a sword, and with the internal skills running, he activated the magic sword in front of him with all his strength. The golden sword infused with spiritual energy gathered its spiritual light and suddenly turned into a golden thread.

There was a brief pause, followed by the young man tapping his fingers.

The golden thread broke through the air, very quietly, and in the blink of an eye it reached the woman's back.

Yu Fei's heart was filled with alarm bells, and she felt the threat of death. The Mo Yuan Spirit Shield moved sideways for several seconds and blocked Yu Fei's chest.

puff~

With an extremely subtle sound, the Mo Yuan Ling Shield was pierced by the golden thread without any hindrance. Suddenly, the halo of the magic weapon disappeared, and with a wail, it turned into a black round shield and fell deep into the grass.

At the same time, a faint silver halo spread behind the woman, and an illusory figure appeared in front of the sword.

The seed between Yu Fei's eyebrows trembled, and the silver lines flashed and were on the verge of breaking in an instant, and the severe pain almost made her faint.

Because the Dharma image came out of his body to protect him with all his strength, he could only barely block the golden thread for half a breath. Taking this opportunity, Yu Fei moved her body sideways and groaned.

Gold threads came out of his body, stained with a hint of blood.

The sword's power was exhausted, and it expanded into a flying sword with a flash of light, and its blade was stained with traces of blood.

The young man in the bamboo hat saw the figure stagger and then flee again, and couldn't help but let out a light exclamation.

There is something there, no wonder he could kill his fellow monks.

The man recalled the flying sword, and as the sword flashed, he was ready to repeat his old trick.

But just as he had escaped for dozens of meters, the world in front of him suddenly changed.

I saw clouds spreading all around, covering the forest, and the mist made it impossible to tell east, west, south, and north.

"Array?"

The man's face under the bamboo hat was slightly surprised. After he recovered, he looked around with cold eyes.

When was this posted?

The man stood in the fog with a sword in his hand, sword rays flashing all around him as if about to break out of his body.

This evil cultivator has endless tricks up his sleeve. If he is not killed, he will be a big threat.

After thinking about it, the man suddenly shouted: "Open it for me!"

Holding the sword in both hands, the sword and the man merged into one, and suddenly slashed out. The vast golden sword light stirred up the surrounding fog and scattered it. The illusion was distorted and there was a sign of it breaking.

But outside the formation, the formation flags were flashing with spiritual light, barely maintaining the operation of the illusion formation, but the blow caused several cracks on the flagpole, and it was on the verge of being damaged with a crackling sound.

Seeing that the formation was effective, Yu Fei covered her pierced left arm and walked through the woods with a weak breath.

The silver mark between the eyebrows was dim, obviously it had been severely damaged. If she forced it to move, it would be in danger of breaking, but Yu Fei couldn't care less now.

Her charming face was covered in sweat, and she endured the pain in her head and sent out her spiritual thoughts.

Before he could escape for half a cup of tea, two practitioners who were slightly inferior to the sword cultivator in the illusion array appeared in his mind and flew straight towards him.

"Again!"

The color gradually faded from Yu Fei's rosy face. The talisman had planted a tracking mark on her body and there was no way for her to escape.

Is it possible that I am really going to die here?