Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue stepped into the Valley of Beasts and gently stroked the Shennong Ding in her hand. The ancient patterns carved on it glowed faintly in the moonlight.

There was a hint of determination in her eyes.

"The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established." She whispered softly, with an inexplicable sense of tragedy in her voice.

[Agatha, watch carefully, this is how the poison is used. Today, I will use the poison as a sword, and I ask all of you Taoist friends to be poisoned.]

[Host, you are making things too difficult for Agatha]

Qin Muyue gently waved her hands on the Shennong Ding, and the poisonous insects in the cauldron surged, as if they could feel her determination, and they all made low hissing sounds.

As she moved, thick poisonous mist rose from the cauldron and gradually spread.

Those were actually countless tiny poisonous insects. Qin Muyue took the Four Saints Blood-Oath Pill, a pill she got in a lottery that allowed her to break through directly and continuously provided her with spiritual power.

At this time, Qin Muyue was already a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage. Her Mirror Void Spirit Root at this time could allow her to see the flow of time and space.

The spiritual consciousness of the God Transformation Stage unfolds, Jingkong stirs time and space, and sends the poisonous insect into the body of every cultivator.

When all the people are out of the Valley of Beasts, she will instantly make them poisoned, blocking their meridians and sealing their spiritual roots, making it impossible for them to fight for the divine sword.

Her actions at this moment would certainly be seen by the sect leaders who were watching the battle at Shuijing, although Qin Muyue really wanted to tell them loudly not to worry about the magic sword and just run away.

But everyone in the world of immortal cultivation is pursuing divine weapons, and they all want to become the master of the divine sword and look down upon their peers.

How could they be shaken by a single word from Qin Muyue? Besides, the Guiyue Sect had been operating secretly for many years. According to Qin Xier, all the nine major sects were traitors. If she warned the sect masters now.

The Ghost Dragon Lord arrived at their doorstep in a second. What was the point of living? No one in the righteous path of the immortal cultivation world would live today!

Once the combat power of the immortal cultivation world drops below the Nascent Soul stage, the demon world and the ghost world will come with champagne. No matter how strong the barrier formation is, even if it is maintained by a group of Jindan disciples, it will be a miracle if it can hold out for an hour.

The game that Gui Tianlong Lord is playing is very big, and she feels that these sects cannot grasp it.

Only if Qin Muyue comes out to play the villain can he retain some ability to resist. He hopes to delay the Dragon Lord and hold on until the master comes to save him.

As the poison spread, the monks in the Valley of Beasts began to feel unwell.

Some of them coughed, others felt dizzy, but most did not realize that they were poisoned and only thought it was due to miasma.

In Fuyue Mountain, the time and space barrier is like layers of veil, gently covering the mountains, isolating this mysterious mountain from the outside world.

Within the barrier, the flow of time becomes bizarre, as if every moment contains endless possibilities.

The space here is distorted, forming a series of intricate small worlds. Each small world is independent, yet intertwined with each other, forming a huge and mysterious maze, attracting countless powerful people to explore the secret realm and look for possibilities beyond the Langhuan Realm.

In the dark and silent wasteland, a white figure was like a cloud falling on a bright pine tree and snow. As soon as he landed, the strong wind was no longer fierce when it encountered him, and it surrendered in an instant.

I only dare to gently comb his hair that was as bright as the moonlight, to set off his divine posture that seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, his clear and beautiful face with bones softened by the moon lotus, and the everlasting coldness in his narrow and long phoenix eyes. Only when I looked at Fu Yue Mountain would I feel a sense of nostalgia and regret.

As the handsome man stepped onto the black soil at the foot of Fu Yue Mountain, the flags in all directions began to emit ominous purple light.

As soon as he stepped into the formation, an invisible force bound the white man tightly. The immortal power in his body was rapidly consumed like a mud ox crossing the sea. The power of heaven that could easily erode his protective immortal power instantly ignited his hatred.

"Jun Yuzheng, when you and the Star-Picking God killed me in the Guiqi Realm, did you ever think that I would come back alive?" A low and mocking voice sounded in Jun Yuzheng's ears. It was the Ghost Dragon Lord.

"The Heavenly Dao of the Langhuan Realm is not as hard to kill as you." Jun Yuzheng's voice was cold, and the Su Shuang Divine Sword was unsheathed.

"Ha, the Heavenly Dao of this world is just an ultimate rule that maintains all living things in the world, and I am the Heavenly Dao master of Guiqi World, so naturally it is different!"

“For me, I can kill you one more time!” Jun Yuzheng instantly flew into the air, shining like a bright candle in the sky amidst the desperate situation where demons were dancing wildly.

A burst of black and purple lightning appeared, and the Ghost Dragon Lord walked out of the thundercloud. He was wearing a demonic dragon robe with golden snake-like oracle bones. His dark red robe had the hem fluttering like embers in the smoldering night.

The Ghost Dragon Lord had an aura like a glutton swallowing the sky and the earth. When he stood there, there were gusts of black murderous wind. The surrounding void seemed unable to bear it and cracked, overflowing with Guiqi's colorful dark and evil aura.

The battle was about to break out. The destructive auras of the two warriors, whose strength far exceeded that of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, collided above Fu Yue Mountain, causing a shock wave that shook the world.

As Jun Yuzheng drew out the Frost Sword, the sword light cut through the night sky, and stars fell like rain. Every falling star merged into the ice crystal river, carrying half of the sky and stabbed fiercely at the Ghost Dragon Lord.

The Ghost Sky Dragon Lord extended blades from the armor on both arms and punched at the sky where stars were falling like rain. The ground was enveloped by the strange rules of the sky, as if an exploding star on the ground had rebelled against the Langhuan Realm. The layers of rocks were filled with deadly purple light, as if billions of earth dragons were biting the galaxy in the sky.

When the two were unable to defeat each other in the great battle, the Su Shuang sword silently pierced out from the rock beside the Dragon Lord and went straight for the head.

The Dragon Lord turned his neck and looked at the magic sword. He opened and closed his fists and hit the Su Shuang magic sword. The ground and rocks exploded. He exchanged a hundred moves with the magic sword with one hand in an instant.

The real murderous intention comes from Jun Yuzheng, whose fingertips hold swords as sharp as black ice blades, standing behind the Dragon Lord.

Hundreds of dragon souls suddenly exploded from behind the Dragon Lord, madly consuming the Immortal Lord's sword energy. Jun Yuzheng seemed to have entered a dark time and space tunnel. His figure flickered several times in the distorted time and space, turning into thousands. Only with a single breath in each of the thousands could he find the Dragon Lord in the countless time and space to fight back against him.

The battle between the Dragon Lord and the Immortal Lord is everywhere, from the ground to the sky, from reality to the void.

The sky and the earth changed color. Mountains collapsed in their battle, rivers flowed backwards in their battle, and the earth collapsed madly, turning into a complex abyss and gullies. Only the space-time barrier of Fuyue Mountain was as solid as a rock.

In this devastating battle, only the translucent world spirit of Fuyue Mountain witnessed it all.

How many thousands of years had passed since the Star-Picking God and the Light-Assisting God entered the Guiqi Realm? The world spirit blinked, still remembering the day it had just opened its eyes.

The soul of the Star-Picking God gradually shattered in the arms of the Fuguang God. She, with the body of the Three Pure Ones Divine Dragon, bit a blood-red divine weapon, tightly sealed the crack that allowed the invasion of the Guiqi Realm, and turned into the majestic Fuyue Mountain.

Every scale of the Three Pure Dragons is a treasure of time and space, and naturally forms a sealed barrier that will never let anyone break into.

The boundary spirit looked towards the center of the Fu Yue Mountain, and a trace of fear flashed in his transparent eyes. There was a large field of flowing flowers in full bloom. However, under this beautiful sea of ​​flowers was buried a terrifying weapon. Even today, a thousand years later, the cries of thousands of babies were still floating out of the earth.

The boundary spirit appeared in front of the Dragon Claw Waterfall on Fu Yue Mountain, where there stood a tearstone tablet engraved with the life story of the Supreme God named Fu Yue.

He frowned in confusion, it was strange that she even named the mountain made of her dragon body Fu Yue, and she didn't even leave her own name.