Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

The moment Kuiniu fell, Yan Shiyin turned to look at Qin Muyue and Lu Yaoguang, only to see that they had successfully obtained the Demon Emperor Grass, and Lu Yaoguang was rushing towards him.

Wu Jun was suppressed by Qin Muyue's Buddhist props. Although he was seriously injured, he struggled to stand up. There was a gleam of cruelty in his eyes. He was not going to let them go.

Yan Shiyin took a deep breath and adjusted his internal energy. He knew that although Wu Jun was injured, his half-step Mahayana strength should not be underestimated, and he must be careful in dealing with it.

Lu Yaoguang handed the Demon King Grass to Yan Shiyin and whispered, "The Demon King Grass is in hand. You should activate the elixir as soon as possible to draw out the demon seed."

Yan Shiyin held the Demon King Grass in his hand, and his spiritual power was running. A strong aura emanated from him, and the Mahayana strength from Yuqing was unlocked. He clenched his fist, knowing that this was just an experience given to him by the illusion, but the benefit of realizing the ability of the Mahayana was obvious, which was that it would make his future practice and breakthrough smoother.

The demon seed was captured by the Demon King Grass and put into a jade box. Yan Shiyin looked at the Witch King with murderous eyes.

Qin Muyue and Lu Yaoguang saw Yan Shiyin preparing to take action and quietly moved away.

When Wu Jun saw that Yuqing no longer had the demon seed, he let out a long roar toward the sky, and demonic energy rose into the sky, transforming into a black beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

Upon seeing this, Yan Shiyin knew that the Witch King was going to use his final trick. He did not dare to delay and immediately mobilized his spiritual power to carry out the sword strike.

Qin Muyue saw Yan Shiyin pierce Wu Jun's heart with a sword, a white light spread from the void, and the entire illusion began to collapse.

The changing scenery before her eyes turned out to be the last memory of the Lord of Dreams.

In the dim and dark secret room, the cold sound of the iron chain echoed in the damp air, accompanied by a sickening smell of blood. The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and a faint beam of light came in, illuminating the blood-stained torture instruments in the room, which looked particularly hideous in the dim light.

Qin Muyue followed the figure closely, her eyes passed through the light and finally fixed on Yuqing. The former Yuqing Zhenjun, the lofty, cold and unworldly existence, has now fallen into such a situation, with all his cultivation lost, and even the most basic dignity as a cultivator has been deprived.

The woman was dressed in green, her body trembling slightly. She looked at the scene in front of her, and an indescribable indignation surged in her heart.

"How dare they treat Master like this? How is this any different from insulting the lowest of furnaces?"

Yuqing had been locked up for too long, and his five senses had deteriorated. He felt the warmth on his body, and then he realized that she was approaching. It was the woman in green who was putting clothes on him.

He raised his head. The clear and handsome face that was once admired by countless people was now as pale as death. There was no longer the brilliance in his eyes, only emptiness and despair.

"Ah He, please, end my pain." Yuqing's voice was hoarse and low, and every word seemed to be struggling out from the abyss.

The blue-clothed woman called Ah He had a gleam of determination in her eyes. She knew that for Yuqing, death might be a relief. She tightly grasped the long sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword gently touched Yuqing's chest, where the heart of her mentor was.

The sword flashed, and the sharp blade pierced Yuqing's chest, and blood slowly flowed along the sword. Ah He's sword was stained with the blood of her most respected mentor. At this moment, her heart was filled with hatred and pain.

A relieved smile appeared on Yuqing's face, and his voice was weak but clear, "Thank you, Ah He."

Ah He put away her sword, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She still had one last thing to do for her master, to make sure those two beasts never had a chance to reincarnate.

The light in the secret room gradually dimmed. Ah He held Yuqing's body and slowly walked out of the secret room. The sunlight that day was too bright.

Qin Muyue looked at the shadow behind her. A figure in white stood there coldly, thin and fragile, like an illusion that would shatter in the next moment.

"I want to know, Qing Wanhe, is she okay?"

His last vestige of obsession was still with the woman in green.

"She, after beheading the Demon Lord and Elder Yao who colluded with the demons, forced the demons to retreat ten thousand miles away from the border with her sword alone. She ascended to heaven at the age of eight thousand and was known as the Qingyu Sword Fairy." When Qin Muyue was browsing the library, she liked to read biographies of characters with sadomasochism the most.

Yuqing's face was immersed in the light of the collapsing illusion, and it was unclear. She seemed to smile bitterly.

"I'm afraid Ah He has forgotten me... That's fine too."

"Senior," Qin Muyue took a step forward.

"If you like her, I will speak to her for you when I ascend to heaven in the future."

"No need... this love will fade away with eternity. You have successfully passed the test. These three secret treasures are all the last inheritance of Zhuoyu Peak."

Qin Muyue watched Yuqing's figure gradually disappear into the air, with mixed emotions in her heart. Yuqing Zhenjun's life was full of legends, but in the end, he was brought to a tragic end by two villains in the name of love, which made people sigh.

Qin Muyue turned around and faced the three secret treasures that were emitting a faint glow.

Qin Muyue walked forward and a jade talisman floated over. She took it in her hand and scanned with her spiritual sense. She found that there was an independent building with its own spiritual spring.

I couldn't help but feel secretly happy: Could this be the Zhuoyu Peak Library?

Lu Yaoguang and Yan Shiyin stood at the place where Jade Purity True Lord disappeared, facing the remaining two secret treasures.

An ancient secret book of martial arts flew down, named Star Transformation. Yan Shiyin carefully opened the secret book, and saw that it recorded a magical martial arts that could use the power of the stars to cultivate the soul and improve the cultivation. He knew that this martial arts would help him go further on the road of cultivating immortals.

The third secret treasure was a seemingly ordinary jade pendant with the words "Yun Jian" engraved on it. When Lu Yaoguang got it, he could feel the sword intent in the jade pendant like mountains, rivers and seas. In the Wanjian Sect, such things were very useful and could not be refused.

Lu Yaoguang frowned, his eyes flickered, and he said softly, "How many people have been hurt in the mortal world? Even a gentle and selfless person like True Lord Yuqing could only end up like that in the end."

"You are right, but there are still people in this world who work for the welfare of the people. We are only responsible for sending the bad guys to see the Buddha. You and I need to know that Heaven moves forward, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement." Qin Muyue's voice was unhurried, with a natural indifference.

"Junior sister, what you said is absolutely right. The true way of the ruthless way is to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and eliminate all injustices in the world." Lu Yaoguang's expression relaxed when he heard this, and the youthful spirit returned to his gentle eyes.

Yan Shiyin's silence was deafening. She could only say in her heart: He is worthy of being the young master of the Dragon Soul Sect, to which she is loyal. The person who said this almost had an epiphany.

After the three of them passed through the illusion, what appeared before them was a cave that spiraled downward, with clear spiritual light spots rising.

The three of them flew down and found that the spiritual spring was right below, and there was no one on the surrounding grass.

"Just like in previous years, the illusion realm lets people in in rounds. This time, there are only three of us who made it through. Let's get the spiritual spring as soon as possible and go to the teleportation array." Yan Shiyin said.

"Aren't you going to wait for the others to come out?" Qin Muyue asked. She still had someone to support and didn't want Liu Ruyan to leave her control.

"The secret realm is randomly teleported. Even if we wait for them to come out and enter the formation together, the next realm will be scattered again. I can only try my best to find you all." Yan Shiyin replied.

Qin Muyue had no choice but to follow them to get the spiritual spring. She took out a row of jade bottles and used the art of controlling objects to collect the spring water.

"Is this spiritual spring better for bathing?"

"Junior Sister Muyue, someone may come in here at any time. You don't want to soak in the spiritual spring here." Yan Shiyin took the time to glance at Qin Muyue.

[I just want to watch you guys soak in the spiritual spring, don’t be ungrateful]

[Host, you have seen Yan Shiyin, and you think it’s a pity that you didn’t see Lu Yaoguang, right?]

[Hey~ Who doesn't want to see the chief of the Wanjian Sect bathing? 】

Lu Yaoguang's breathing stagnated when he heard this, and he felt a chill on his back. He hurriedly sped up the process of collecting the spiritual spring.