Junior sister took first place again

Six rainbows arose at the junction of the sea and the sky, and the people of Xuanling Sect flew over the surging waves with their swords.

Ning Jiasheng's fingertips brushed across the burning sect jade token on her waist, and her red hairband mixed with her black hair rustled in the strong wind.

In the distance, dozens of pursuing lights smashed through the clouds, splitting the twilight into mottled gold foil.

"Thirty miles to the southeast, the Nine Nether Mysterious Waters condense into three layers of iron curtains. That's the Bishui Sect." A dark blue poisonous mist rose from the six-line plate in Wen Yan's hand, and the bronze hexagrams flickered in the mist.

Before he finished speaking, Ning Jiasheng had transformed into a scarlet flying swan and swooped down, with four Heavenly Secret Signs breaking through the air and piercing into the colorless water barrier.

The green wood spirit fire ignited from the end of the stick, and actually melted out a red corridor in the extremely dark water.

Eighteen water mirrors emerged from the depths of the poisonous miasma, reflecting Mu Qingge's cold eyes and brows: "My fellow Daoist from the Xuanling Sect, the Jade Wave Coffin cannot accommodate a seven-foot-tall body."

The voice came to my face wrapped in a cold mist, and the mirror also showed the position of the pursuers behind.

Ning Jiasheng tapped the wood and fire sticks with his fingers together, and the gilded lines on the sticks shone brightly. "The Xuanming Blood Curse on Immortal Lord Mu's left arm should now spread to the Jianjing acupoint."

Ripples suddenly appeared in the water mirror, and half of the gauze stained with black mist was revealed where the woman's wide sleeves were rolled up.

"Since I've eliminated Qingming Palace, I naturally have to keep a closer eye on it."

She stepped onto the floating bridge burnt by the lava and approached the main formation. The fire stick in her palm shone with a golden arc of light. "That night at the Cold Pond on Lihuo Island, Immortal Lord Mu tried to repeat his trick. The bloody scent from his sleeve could be smelled from three feet away."

Thousands of green butterflies suddenly rose from the headquarters of the Bishui Sect, and the swords of the pursuing disciples of the Qisha Pavilion were instantly covered with moss.

Before the staff in Wei Mingran's hand could change, the earth veins suddenly trembled and cracked, and purple mist rose into the sky like a poisonous dragon.

"Does this purification at this time mean that you fellow Taoists will be heartbroken?"

Lan Ying's medicine cauldron hung upside down in the air, and the soul-devouring poisonous mist condensed into a glass barrier in the cauldron, trapping all the pursuers outside the center of the formation.

In the chaos, Mu Zhao was sent deep into the medicinal spring. When seven icy soul needles sealed his heart meridian, the Soul Devouring Gu at the bottom of the spring revealed its true form as a tidal beast, and a clear sound came from the cracks in the Dragon Roar scabbard.

Ning Jiasheng turned his wrist and formed a seal, and the spiritual signs on the four symbol positions resonated and vibrated. The moment the shadow of the water sign rose from the bottom of the spring, the sword pattern turned into a dark blue vortex, and actually sucked the vicious Gu into the sheath.

Two hours later, Mu Qingge gently caressed her newly healed wound, the black ice chain jingling on her fair wrist. "The deal is done. Please come in, Junior Sister."

Ning Jiasheng smiled, bowed, turned around, and led the team out without saying a word.

Mu Qingge turned his back and said in a businesslike manner, "As for the group of pursuers outside, you are the ones who attracted them. You will be responsible for dealing with them after you get out. I am from the Bishui Sect and I don't want to reveal my location yet."

Ning Jiasheng paused, then suddenly looked back and raised the corner of his mouth, "The three major sects are of the same blood. If we talk about the seniority of those in Yuxu Palace..."

Her fingertips brushed across the jade water pattern pendant on her waist, "You should call me Senior Sister."

The five people around Ning Jiasheng looked at each other. They had quite a bit of experience in this generation, but several peak masters had said that they all had to call this chief "Senior Sister".

Mu Qingge frowned, and when she turned around, the six people had already left.

She only knew the surname of this new commander who had temporarily joined the Xuanling Sect was Lin, and knew nothing else about him.

Looking at the jade pendant on his waist, he was of the same generation as her in terms of the seniority of the two clans, so she had previously addressed him based on his bone age.

When the six Xuan Ling people broke through the barrier on the east side, the golden and fire spirit sticks in Ning Jiasheng's hands collided in the air.

Gilded flames tore through the night, and hundreds of sound transmission notes fell into the sea like stars. The sound waves, wrapped in the residual power of the tidal beast, shook the whole field: "The water sign is at the center of the green water medicinal spring array—"

While the pursuers were hastily dodging, she had already led everyone into the depths of the raging waves, leaving only the bright moon on the sea reflecting the lingering poisonous fog from the previous battle, like a strangely gorgeous black lotus blooming.