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

Yun Yue walked slowly to the center of the battlefield. The moonlight poured down on her like running water, giving her a layer of silver glow.

She raised her hand slightly, moved her fingertips slightly, and an invisible force instantly spread out.

The zombies, as if bound by invisible chains, knelt on the ground with stiff movements, and together with the surrounding Jingyuan Sect disciples, formed an eerily harmonious picture.

Under the moonlight, all the noise calmed down, leaving only Yun Yueqing's cold and deep gaze, scanning this land intertwined with death and hope.

Zhang Jiaxi flashed and rushed to Yun Yueqing in a hurry, her face full of excitement and joy.

He was still panting, "Sister Yun, you're finally back! How did you control the zombies? What exactly happened in Dark Moon Lake?"

Yunyue tilted her head slightly, her eyes in the moonlight seemed to have lost focus, hollow and deep.

The joy in Zhang Jiaxi's heart froze instantly.

Xiao Yi's sharp eyes caught Yun Yueqing's abnormality and frowned.

He took a step forward and gently pulled Zhang Jiaxi aside with his strong arm.

Zhang Jiaxi stumbled a few steps, steadied herself, and looked back at Yun Yueqing, her heart full of confusion and worry.

Yun Yueqing's body was glowing with a faint silver light in the moonlight, but it seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fog, making it difficult to touch.

Yunyue walked forward slowly, and every step was like stepping on silent water, with ripples but no waves.

Her gaze penetrated the night and stared straight at Xiao Yirao. Her eyes, which looked even emptier under the moonlight, seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

The moonlight stretched the figures of the two people into slender shapes, and their intertwined shadows swayed slowly on the ground.

There was an inexplicable tension and anticipation in the air.

It was like a silent confrontation, quietly unfolding in this quiet night.

Yun Yueqing's movements were as fast as lightning. Suddenly, her seemingly slender fingers had tightly clamped Xiao Yirao's neck.

In the moonlight, her fingers shone silvery-white, like cold weapons.

A hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Yirao's eyes, but he did not struggle or fight back.

Only his pupils were slightly dilated, staring intently at Yun Yueqing's empty eyes.

He could feel the chill coming from Yun Yueqing's fingertips, as well as the powerful strength in her that could not be ignored.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and the two figures stretched out in the moonlight, forming a silhouette of tense confrontation.

The wind in the night seemed to stop at this moment.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiaxi rushed forward and shouted, "Sister Yun, what are you doing!"

There was incredible fear and anxiety in his voice.

But just after taking two steps, Yunyue waved her hand lightly.

An invisible force lifted him up like a huge wave and threw him heavily to the ground.

In the flying dust, he struggled to get up, his eyes filled with Yun Yueqing's cold and ruthless back.

Although Xiao Yirao's life was threatened, his eyes remained cold, like a quiet lake in a cold night, without ripples.

Yun Yueqing's gaze lingered on Xiao Yirao's cold eyes for a moment.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt that this silent confrontation was extremely boring.

She swung her arm hard, and Xiao Yirao's body staggered back a few steps like a kite with a broken string, almost falling down.

"You're still as boring as ever."

Yunyue snapped her fingers lightly, and the zombies that were originally bound and unable to move were released.

At this moment, it seemed as if it had received some mysterious instructions and began to move.

He let out a low roar and twisted his body, trying to break free from the invisible shackles.

Under the moonlight, the zombies' shadows stretched out on the ground and twisted into various strange shapes.

It was as if the gates of hell were quietly opened, releasing endless darkness and terror.

Xiao Yirao saw that the zombies had broken free from their restraints and continued to kill, and the disciples of the Jingyuan Sect began to fight again.

He locked his eyes with Yun Yueqing, "You're back?"

Under the moonlight, Yun Yueqing's figure looked particularly cold and her eyes were empty and deep, as if they had no focus.

"Yes, I'm back. Do you want to kill me again?"

Xiao Yirao shook his head subconsciously. Under the moonlight, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

"I never meant to kill you,"

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to carry a heavy burden.

Yun Yueqing's pupils suddenly shrank, and her face under the silver light was instantly covered with frost.

She roared angrily, "But you've already killed me! That sword pierced my chest. Have you forgotten?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and an invisible sword gradually appeared in the void, with the tip of the Hunyuan Sword pointing at Xiao Yirao's heart.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, a mixture of pain and anger in memories, making the surrounding air tremble.

Xiao Yirao's pupils suddenly dilated. He seemed to see the moment when the sword pierced his heart. Pain and regret intertwined in his heart.

Yun Yueqing's eyes swept over coldly, and Xiao Yi wore the exquisite sun and moon Qianlong fan around his waist, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were as sharp as ice blades, piercing deep into Xiao Yirao's soul.

"Why, you don't need a sword anymore?"

Her voice was low and powerful, and every word was like an icicle in the cold wind, making people shudder.

Xiao Yirao's hands unconsciously tightened around the folding fan at his waist, and the fan bones made a slight friction sound in his palm.

Xiao Yirao took a deep breath and resolutely drew out the Sun and Moon Qianlong fan from his waist.

The fan shone faintly in the moonlight, but he threw it to the ground without mercy, making a crisp sound.

He slowly raised his hands above his head and took firm steps forward until the tip of the Hunyuan sword condensed by Yun Yueqing gently touched his heart.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and fell on his resolute face.

It reflected the unrepentant determination and deep-seated pain in his eyes.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and every breath seemed to tell of the past entanglements and reluctance.

But the chill from the sword tip seemed to penetrate his skin and reach deep into his heart, freezing all his emotions.

"I'll give you my life back."

Yun Yueqing's hands trembled slightly, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in her empty eyes.

She unconsciously pulled the Hunyuan Sword back a few millimeters, the moment the tip of the sword left Xiao Yi's heart.

It was as if a hint of warmth quietly flowed into the solidified air between the two of them.

The moonlight shone obliquely, and the silver light flowed on the tip of the sword, reflecting Yun Yueqing's complex and indistinguishable expression.

Her eyes wandered over Xiao Yirao's resolute face, his eyes revealing no regrets and pain.

Like an invisible key, it quietly touched the door of dusty memories deep in her heart.

Everything around them seemed to be still, leaving only the heavy breathing and heartbeats of the two people echoing in the quiet night.

"You can keep your damn life to yourself."

Yun Yueqing's eyes were vague and the moonlight cast mottled shadows in her eyes.

Like a lake with ripples caused by a breeze.

His sight passed through the sky and fell on the distant night sky, where the stars were dotted, as if hiding endless secrets.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her finger gently passed through the void, as if touching the distant stars.

Her figure stretched out in the moonlight, blending into the night, forming a lonely and sad picture.

There was a faint sadness in the air, as if even the wind was moved.