Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

While Old Turtle was still pondering, three angry shouts from an old man suddenly came from the South Heaven Gate.

"Quan Jiuxi! Stop being so arrogant!"

Three figures rushed out from the clouds with the momentum to destroy the world.

The Xuanshui Patriarch on the left was wearing a light blue Taoist robe and holding a white jade gourd in his hand. Huge waves of water kept gushing out of the gourd, and the air became damp and cold wherever it passed.

The old man Liefeng on the right was wearing a gray-black robe and holding a black folding fan in his hand. When he waved the fan, a strong wind was blown up, blowing the immortal soldiers to the ground.

The old man with dead wood in the middle is the most eye-catching. He is wearing a brown monk's robe and his face is covered with wrinkles, like a piece of dead tree bark. In his hand, he is leaning on a pitch-black cane with a strange black lotus carved on the top.

These three are the gods that Old Turtle mentioned. They have lived for more than 300,000 years in total and are the real pillars of the spiritual world.

Quan Jiuxi finally stood up from the Black Iron Throne. She brushed the nonexistent dust off the hem of her dress, her inky robe rustling in the wind. The dark flames on the hem seemed to come alive, climbing up the fabric and forming a dark purple halo around her.

"You've come just in time." She curled the corners of her lips, and the red mole at the end of her eye seemed to be stained with a smile, so seductive that people dared not look directly at her, "It saves me from looking for them one by one."

Before she finished speaking, her figure flashed, leaving only a shadow on the spot, and she appeared in front of the three ancestors in the next second.

She didn't even use any magic weapon, but just stretched out her right hand, formed her five fingers into claws, and grabbed towards the Old Ancestor of the Dead Wood.

As the fingertips passed through the air, they left five dark purple claw marks, accompanied by a sharp scream that tore through space.

"Arrogant!" The old ancestor Kurumu shouted angrily and raised his black lotus crutch to meet him.

The black lotus on the crutch bloomed instantly, and the edges of the petals glowed with a dark green poisonous light, obviously containing a deadly poison.

Xuanshui Patriarch and Liefeng Patriarch also attacked at the same time. The water waves in the white jade gourd transformed into a huge water dragon, which opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Quan Jiuxi's waist.

The folding fan of the old ancestor Liefeng turned into a huge wind blade, which slashed towards her neck with a piercing whistle.

Quan Jiuxi did not dodge or evade. He flicked his left finger and a dark purple divine power shot out, hitting the water dragon accurately on the vital point.

The water dragon let out a shrill wail and instantly turned into water vapor all over the sky, which was blown away by the wind.

At the same time, she twisted her waist and narrowly avoided the wind blade, but the speed of her right hand did not slow down at all. With a "swish", her nails scratched the monk's robe of the Withered Tree Ancestor, leaving five bloody marks on his chest that were deep enough to see the bone.

"Ah!" The old man with dead wood screamed and staggered back a few steps.

He looked down at the wound on his chest. The flesh there was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a foul stench.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for tens of thousands of years. You haven't grown any stronger, but you've become a lot braver."

Quan Jiuxi licked the blood that splashed on his fingertips, and a crazy smile flashed in his eyes, "Do you think you can beat me by three against one?"

Ancestor Xuanshui and Ancestor Liefeng looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.

Can't the three of them defeat him together? And...

Did Quan Jiuxi remember them?

"Let's attack together!" Ancestor Xuanshui gritted his teeth and raised the white jade gourd again.

This time, what came out was not a water dragon, but dense ice cones, each as thick as an arm, flashing with cold light, shooting towards Quan Jiuxi.

The old ancestor Liefeng also fanned his folding fan, and the strong wind rolled up the ice cones, and the speed increased a bit, as if it wanted to shoot Quan Jiuxi into a sieve.

The old man with dead wood covered his wound, took out a dark red pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, the wound on his chest stopped rotting, and his eyes became sharp.

He formed seals with his hands, and suddenly countless black vines emerged from under his feet, wrapping around Quan Jiuxi like poisonous snakes, with sharp barbs on the vines.

Quan Jiuxi stood among the icicles and vines. Instead of hiding, he chuckled. The laughter was so crazy that it made people feel numb, but also inexplicably refreshed.

"Just in time." She opened her arms, her ink-black robe fluttering without wind, and the dark purple halo around her grew thicker and thicker.

When those icicles came within three feet of her, they melted instantly like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

The vines turned into ashes the moment they came into contact with the halo.

"Impossible!" Xuanshui Patriarch screamed.

His ice cone was made of the thousand-year-old ice from the Far North. Not to mention melting it, even the ancient divine fire might not be able to hurt it in the slightest.

Quan Jiuxi ignored him and disappeared again.

When she reappeared, she was already behind Old Ancestor Liefeng. She raised her hand and pressed down on Old Ancestor Liefeng's head, and divine power from her fingertips continued to flow in.

Patriarch Liefeng felt as if a ball of fire was stuffed into his brain, and the pain made him roll on the ground. The folding fan in his hand fell to the ground and returned to its normal appearance.

"now you."

Quan Jiuxi let go of his hand and looked at the twitching Liefeng Ancestor on the ground. The murderous intent in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and he turned to the Xuanshui Ancestor.

The Xuanshui Patriarch was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run away.

But how could Quan Jiuxi give her a chance?

A beam of divine power shot out and hit his knee accurately.

The Xuanshui Patriarch fell to his knees with a plop, and the white jade gourd fell out and rolled to Ji Rong's feet.

In just a few rounds, one of the three ancestors died, one was injured, and one was captured. This scene shocked everyone present.

Ji Rong lay on the ground, looking at Quan Jiuxi's charming face, and suddenly felt that his previous anger and fighting spirit were like a joke.

She had practiced with all her might for hundreds of years, but in the other party's eyes, she was probably no different from an ant.

As Old Ancestor Kurumu looked at the miserable state of his two companions, his eyes became extremely sinister.

He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms and stabbed himself in the forehead without hesitation.

"Not good!" Old Turtle suddenly shouted, "Lord of the Underworld, he's going to bleed to set up a formation!"

Quan Jiuxi narrowed his eyes and saw a drop of golden blood oozing from the forehead of the Old Ancestor Kurumu.

The blood floated in the air, emitting powerful fluctuations of divine power, and the surrounding space began to distort.

"The killing array..." Quan Jiuxi whispered, his eyes cold. "After tens of thousands of years, they still only know how to use this trick."

The killing formation is inspired by the blood of the person who sets up the formation and uses the souls of living beings as sacrifices. It can instantly unleash a power far beyond that of the person who sets up the formation.

But this formation has a fatal flaw - it requires a large number of living beings as sacrifices.

Quan Jiuxi's gaze swept across the hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers below, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

In order to kill her, these old guys didn't even spare their own people?

Ji Rong also reacted. She looked at those young immortal soldiers. Most of them were children who had just become immortals. They still had longing for the battlefield on their faces. How could they know that they were about to become sacrifices?

She suddenly laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes: "Haha...hahaha...Quan Jiuxi, you are right, they are indeed disgusting!"

The divine blood on the forehead of the Old Ancestor Kurumu became brighter and brighter, and began to form patterns of a formation.

He looked at Quan Jiuxi, his eyes fanatical and twisted: "Witch! It is your honor to die under this 'Ten Thousand Souls Formation'!"

"An honor?" Quan Jiuxi sneered, the madness in his eyes ignited again, "Old man, do you think you can trap me with these people's spirits?"

She suddenly raised her hand, not to attack the Old Ancestor Kurumu, but to wave at the immortal soldiers below.

A gentle yet powerful divine power surged out, like a huge barrier, protecting all the immortal soldiers.

Ji Rong was stunned, and so were the immortal soldiers.

Quan Jiuxi...is she protecting them?

The old ancestor Kurumu was also confused. He watched helplessly as the immortal soldiers who were supposed to be sacrifices were protected by divine power, and the patterns of the formation began to become unstable due to the lack of sacrifices.

"Are you crazy?" he screamed. "Why are you protecting them? They are from the Spiritual Heaven! They are your enemies!"

"So what if we're enemies?" Quan Jiuxi walked towards him step by step, with a look of madness and seduction intertwined in his eyes. It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet terrifyingly terrifying.

"I, Quan Jiuxi, can kill whomever I want and protect whomever I want. When will it be your turn to dictate things?"

She stretched out her hand, grabbed the old man's neck, and said with a cold look: "Don't you want to use the Ten Thousand Souls Formation? I'll give you a sacrifice."

She waved her other hand, and a stream of divine power shot towards the Netherworld Legion.

Suddenly there was a scream. A ghost from the underworld who had just been clamoring to kill all the immortal soldiers was caught by divine power and thrown in front of the old ancestor of the dead wood.

"Use him." Quan Jiuxi's voice was full of unquestionable command, "Or, I will dig out your soul, old man, and use it as the core of the formation."

The old man Kurumu looked at the shivering ghost from the underworld, then looked at Quan Jiuxi's crazy eyes, and suddenly felt a chill running through his bones.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of the woman in front of him - this ancient underworld god with unfathomable strength, who acted madly and arbitrarily.

He suddenly closed his eyes, severing his connection with the divine blood.

The Ten Thousand Souls Formation that was about to take shape instantly lost its power, turned into golden light, and dissipated into the air.

Quan Jiuxi let go of his hand and looked at the collapsed withered wood ancestor with only indifference. He then looked at Ji Rong and said, "Tell the rest of the people in the Spiritual Heaven Realm, if you dare to play such disgusting tricks again, I will tear down your Nantian Gate and flatten your Spiritual Heaven Realm."

Then he looked at the Old Ancestor Kurumu, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Look what this is! If you dare to kill me, I will die with it!"

When Quan Jiuxi saw Xiaoyi's body, he suddenly stopped.