A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Yun Yueqing's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, one blue and one red intertwined with a strange and powerful light.

Wen Chu Ning endured the severe pain all over his body and struggled to stand up from the dust, his clothes were tattered and his hair was messy.

Before she could gain a firm foothold, Yun Yueqing flashed and approached like a ghost.

The Hunyuan Sword in his hand flickered with light, a chilling aura filling the air. The tip of the sword made a sharp sound as it broke through the wind.

Pointing directly at Wen Chu Ning's heart, the air seemed to freeze.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce Wen Chu Ning's heart.

Above her head, an ancient long brush slowly emerged, the pen body exuding a faint scent of ink and a warm luster, as if it contained thousands of years of wisdom and power.

The pen spun lightly and met the edge of the Hunyuan Sword at an incredible angle.

When the two touched, visible ripples were stirred up, cold air and the fragrance of ink intertwined, and a subtle but crisp sound of metal clashing filled the air.

Yun Yueqing's face changed slightly, and the Hunyuan Sword was actually bounced away by this force.

Wen Chu Ning took this opportunity to move her body to the side and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

Although Wen Chu Ning managed to avoid the fatal sword, his face instantly became as gloomy as water.

She clenched her teeth, clenched her hands into fists, and her eyes revealed determination and unyielding spirit.

I saw the ancient long pen above her head slowly rotating, and every movement seemed to be drawing some kind of power from her body.

The luck value was like quicksand, quickly flowing away from her fingertips, and faintly visible tiny points of light were floating around her in the air.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and her face became paler, but she still held on, not letting the pen fall.

Wen Chu Ning's eyes were determined and her teeth were clenched, as if she had made some important decision.

She suddenly looked up and looked at the ancient long pen, with a trace of determination and reluctance in her eyes.

As she silently chanted in her heart, the light shone brightly, and an indescribable power surged out from her body.

The luck value rushed into the pen like a flood that broke through the dam, turning into a dazzling beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

With this power, Wen Chu Ning's figure suddenly became blurred, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.

Leaving behind a trail of afterimages, it rushed away into the distance at an incredible speed.

Only a series of crisp ringtones that gradually dissipated in the air were left, and Yun Yueqing was shocked and unwilling.

The bloodthirsty red light in Yun Yueqing's left eye became increasingly intense, and the red light danced wildly in her eye socket.

Like a flame in the abyss, it wants to burn all reason to ashes.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to stir up huge waves in her chest.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and blood could be seen surging faintly under his skin.

An indescribable aura of violence spread around her.

Her hand holding the Hunyuan Sword trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of the boiling bloodthirsty desire.

Inside his head, a voice whispered, tempting him to unleash the beast within him, to chase, to hunt, to destroy.

Yun Yueqing's consciousness was like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

She seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own heartbeat, and every beat was accelerating and pushing him to the edge of the abyss.

Yun Yueqing stumbled a few steps, his eyes sweeping across the dense ancient runes around him.

The magic arrays that were supposed to restrain her power were now useless, their light dim, and they offered no hindrance to her at all.

She suddenly realized that the magic circle in the cave had become ineffective due to some unknown force and could not be stopped at all.

Her heartbeat was like a war drum, booming and echoing in the empty cave.

On the surrounding stone walls, faint spots of light began to wander, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

They converged towards the top of the cave, forming a strange vortex, which madly devoured the already thin spiritual energy in the cave.

Yun Yueqing's footsteps slipped on the smooth rocks, and every effort to stand firm seemed extremely difficult.

But the call from the abyss became stronger and stronger, pulling her will and sinking into the unknown depths of darkness.

Inside the cave, the ancient magic circle suddenly shone brightly, no longer as dim as before.

Instead, it transformed into a greedy giant beast, madly devouring everything around it.

The head of the Wuji sect fell to the ground, his body quickly shriveled up, his flesh and bones were drained away, leaving only a pile of clothes still in its place.

In the center of the magic circle, the light condensed into a blood-red vortex.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

The surrounding stone walls seemed to be affected as well and began to crack, with broken stones rolling down and making dull sounds.

Yun Yueqing's two front teeth gradually lengthened, becoming as sharp as a beast's, flashing with cold light.

In the dim cave, it is very eye-catching.

Her skin lost its color and became extremely pale.

Her eyes became brighter, and the strange red light in her left eye became more obvious.

The corners of her mouth were curled up into an alluring smile, carrying a charm and allure that did not belong to this world.

Yun Yueqing slowly raised her hand and touched the tree beside her with her fingertips, which cracked with a slight sound.

It seemed as if even the vibrant thousand-year-old trees became fragile under her touch.

She left Darkmoon Lake in an elegant and strange manner.

Every step seems to be walking on the clouds, but it also carries an indescribable sense of oppression.

Yun Yueqing left Dark Moon Lake, each step she took was on the shattered light and shadow.

It was as if she was no longer walking on the earth, but was traveling between reality and illusion.

The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds, sprinkles on her unusual body, and covers her with a layer of silver veil.

But it couldn't hide the strange red light that emanated from the depths of his soul.

The grass and trees along the way withered as she approached, as if even their vitality had been devoured by her eyes that flashed with a strange light.

The direction she was heading was exactly where the Jingyuan Sect was located, leaving behind a series of charred traces along the way.

Like the land engulfed by a raging fire, it foreshadows the coming storm and destruction.

Stepping into the territory of Jingyuan Sect, Yun Yueqing's figure looked even more eerie under the moonlight.

Lifeless bodies were scattered everywhere. The zombies were wearing tattered clothes and knelt on the ground in stiff but uniform movements.

The hollow eye sockets on the withered face looked towards her, as if on a silent pilgrimage.

In the moonlight, these zombies had strange smiles on their faces.

The skin glowed with a faint blue light, maggots could be vaguely seen wriggling among the rotten flesh, and the air was filled with a suffocating stench.

Yunyue walked forward slowly, each step accompanied by the zombies' low moans and the slight tremors of the earth's crust.

It seemed as if even the earth was making way for her.

As her eyes swept over, the zombies seemed to have been pardoned.

He lowered his head even more devoutly, welcoming her arrival with an almost worshipful attitude.

A group of disciples in Taoist robes were struggling with the zombies surging around them, swords flashing and talismans flying.

But when they caught a glimpse of Yun Yueqing walking slowly in the moonlight, their movements froze instantly.

A hint of disbelief flashed across those originally resolute eyes, and then turned into deep awe.

The disciples dropped their tightly grasped swords one after another, and the tips of their swords touched the ground, making crisp sounds.

They knelt in unison, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone slabs.

The voice trembled as he shouted, "Greetings to Master Yun!"

The moonlight shone on their pious faces, casting patches of holy yet fearful light and shadow.