The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

She stood where she was, slapped her chest with one palm, knocked out the dirty and suppressed blood, and spat it onto the ground. However, there were no more demonic souls scrambling around her.

Looking at my hands, they seemed as transparent as glass, and I could actually see the scenery on the ground through them.

She looked down at herself, and after a moment of surprise, she returned to her original form.

The surrounding scene changes, third level.

Her nerves were still numb and tingling, her eyes were calm and expressionless, but the movements of her hands showed subconscious murderous intent.

Sheng Qing appeared in an instant, raised his hand to grab her gun, with pity and encouragement in his eyes, and pressed his red lips against hers unscrupulously, letting the fragrance of the green medicine permeate every inch of Yu Mian, and the smell of blood blended between his lips and tongue.

Her Mian'er deserves better, and he should be strong enough to shock the world.

Yu Mian gradually came back to his senses, and then pushed away Sheng Qing's blood-stained lips, "No, Sheng Qing."

She did not approve of this way of improving her cultivation. She raised her hand to wipe the corner of her lips, her body still trembling and tense.

The scene just now seemed like an extremely long dream, and I couldn’t remember clearly what I had done.

Just subconscious muscle memory.

Her practice seemed particularly extreme.

But...it wasn't bad, she liked this feeling.

Between the limits of life and death, push through the unknown thorny path and walk on the dividing line of death.

Is this how Shengqing practices?

"Is this how you practice?" Yu Mian paused, looked up and asked.

Sheng Qing nodded gently, took two steps closer, and hugged the person in his arms, "Mian'er, you must be strong. I will pave the way for you to reach the top step by step."

Even if one day, I am destined to perish due to the fate of the Seven Star Formation, you must ensure that you have the strength to avoid being killed by me.

Otherwise, when that unknown day comes, I won’t be able to help myself...

Yu Mian hugged back and calmed her fluctuating heart. After all this experience, it was no wonder that she had such an extreme personality. Of course, it was precisely this kind of personality that led her to take the thorny road to the top.

She couldn't stop herself from worshipping the strong. It was in her genes that she admired the strong. Sheng Qing naturally attracted her. He was unique...

"Ok!"

In the past, women have always been disciplined by society with sugar-coated bullets, suitable for studying literature, having a quiet personality and virtuous character, which seems to be a natural channel for them to feel comfortable downward, but is that really powerful?

No.

Social rules are the evolution of jungle rules. The weak adapt to the rules, and the strong make the rules.

For the first time in this life, she tore through the feeling of unworthiness beneath her cowardly exterior, and the ambition rooted in her blood began to flourish.

Yu Mian held the powerful self in his arms, secretly harboring the ambition to climb higher.

Her heart is growing stronger.

"Third level, do you need help?" Sheng Qing stroked her back and sorted out her soul. The spiritual blood just now was enough to heal the wounds.

She was able to fight again.

Yu Mian gritted her teeth and looked towards the demon souls in the dark. Those scarlet, covetous eyes were all the trophies she could take.

Even though the aftertaste of the phantom pain just now has not disappeared, what is more intense is desire.

"I want to try."

She wasn't sure if she could win, but she was willing to try because Shengqing was standing behind her.

"Okay..." Sheng Qing's white fingertips gently outlined her crooked collar, and he gently straightened her clothes like an ordinary wife, and finally patted her shoulder.

"Go ahead..."

As Sheng Qing's figure faded away, Yu Mian's excitement boiled over, and her unbearable crazy joy gradually subsided. She bit her tongue until it bled, and quickly outlined the talisman with her fingertips and stepped on the bottom.

The pressure from the second level of demonic spirits wasn't that great, but before the third level came, she was already hit by a murderous aura. It wasn't that easy...

From the ring, the array plate was thrown out, and the sixth-grade Youhuang array clamped down on the eight directions.

Set up a mouth for the fish basket to divert the evil spirits, and then defeat them one by one.

The agile soul attacked around her spear and was pinched by Yu Mian with one hand at the last moment before it penetrated her body.

She found that after she used her body furnace to refine those demon souls, she seemed to have a little ability to touch them...

Is it because it has been refined?

The transparent torso just now, was it a reaction?

She didn't think too much, and after pinching it for a moment, her five fingers ignited with flames and burned to ashes.

The dark smoke emitted by the ghost at the last moment when it turned into ashes...

Smells good...

……

In front of the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

Ning Yue was originally observing the sword energy, but was suddenly dragged into the battlefield of that year.

She looked down and saw the armor all over his body and a sword shining with a cold light, and the sound of war drums came to her ears.

who I am?

She couldn't remember her past, her mind seemed to be covered by a layer of fog and was blank.

A voice came from a thousand miles away: "Venerable Kaitian! Enemies are coming to the seventeen beacon towers in Guanzuo!"

She suddenly turned around and looked far away. She could see clearly the clothes of the person thousands of miles away. The person was wearing a cloud-moon colored robe, which looked very familiar.

The Venerable Kaitian, are you the Venerable Kaitian?

When this thought came to her mind, she instantly knew all the information and history of the battlefield. Her name was Lu Wu, and she was here to guard the border...

Ning Yue did not hesitate, and instantly arrived at the Seventeenth Beacon Tower where his memory was. He saw a line of black monsters rushing towards him from afar, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed the sky apart.

At the edge of the sky, a blood mist exploded, dyeing the sky, and meeting the sunset with the dawn.

The blood-soaked monks behind her cheered, and her face smiled.

The righteous path will last forever and will never be destroyed!

……

Three years later, only a few of those fellow Taoists were left.

Ning Yue sat on the city gate, looking at the lingering soul disaster, which was the souls of countless dead monsters. Dark clouds covered the sky from the north and the south.

Before the battle even started, half of his companions were gone.

The dim scene was like a giant beast, rushing towards her to devour her.

She stood up, and with a heroic sword she cut through the clouds, heading straight out into the sea.

I will never allow any demon to enter Kyushu.

The swordsman in white refused to give an inch.

……

Thirteen years.

The nascent demonic cloud finally condensed to the point where it was almost raining. Ning Yue was covered in blood, and her clothes were corroded to tiny cracks.

She raised her hand to catch the falling ink drops.

Rumor has it that the Demon Lord has appeared, and Mo Yu has fallen...

Coming?

Looking at the invincible enemy, wrapped in thick black fog, sitting on the throne, its momentum pressed down, and the heaven and earth twisted.

Ning Yue only took a glance and felt a thought flash through her mind in a flash.

She will die.

This feeling came inexplicably, like a hint, rooted in her mind, invading her bit by bit.

She frowned and wiped the sword gently with her sleeve.

What's the harm in death? There are already many people dying in this world, and she won't make any difference.

But she is the only one missing from this thousand-mile beacon line!

I am for the people of this world.

One sword opens the sky!

……

Ning Yue's eyes flickered, and an illusory figure walked towards her. It was a face that was impossible to remember, and it was difficult to tell the gender.

He said, "My friends in the future, is the world still peaceful?"