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

Yunyue walked lightly in the moonlight. Her steps were light, but they carried the shadow of death.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be frozen, and even the wind took a detour out of fear.

She lifted her finger slightly, and blue magical lights shot out like poisonous snakes, wrapping around the necks of passersby with unerring precision.

Those people were either terrified or stunned, and had no chance to even utter a cry for help.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his hands grasped his throat weakly.

His face was filled with pain and unwillingness, and finally, his body fell down powerlessly, becoming the most desolate scenery under the moonlight.

Xiao Fu's eyes were covered and the world instantly fell into darkness.

He took small steps in ignorance, tightly grasping the cold fingers beside him.

Unaware of the approaching danger, he asked curiously like a naive child.

"Sister, where are we going? Are we going to play?"

His voice was full of trust and expectation. Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly thin.

The edge of the cloth occasionally brushed against my cheek, causing a slight itch, but adding a bit of inexplicable tension and uneasiness.

The air around them seemed to freeze, with only the sound of their light footsteps echoing in the dead of night.

Under the moonlight, a righteous cultivator wearing silver armor and holding a long sword suddenly appeared in front of Yun Yueqing.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, stirring up ripples of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were as sharp as a torch, filled with righteousness. He said in a deep voice, "Yun Yueqing, your evil deeds have incurred the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Today, I am here to urge you to surrender, turn back, and don't make such mistakes again!"

The sword hummed, as if responding to the will of its master.

Yun Yueqing curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer, disdain flashed in her dark blue eyes, and her fingers moved slightly, as if she was ready to cast that terrifying spell again.

Immediately, the sounds of hurried footsteps and fluttering clothes were heard from all directions.

More immortal cultivators quickly surrounded Yun Yueqing and Xiao Fu like shooting stars in the night.

They hold long swords with cold light flashing on the tips, or carry staffs on their backs, and are surrounded by mysterious rune halos.

In the moonlight, their figures intertwined and overlapped, forming an indestructible wall of justice.

The air was filled with tension and solemnity, and everyone's eyes were firm and resolute.

Just as everyone was surrounding Yun Yueqing to enforce justice, a handsome young man in a black robe suddenly fell from the night sky.

Like a meteor that streaked through the darkness, it stood firmly in front of Yun Yueqing.

He put his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and his eyes revealed unquestionable determination.

The moonlight shone on his silver mask, reflecting a cold and mysterious light.

He raised his head slightly, looked around, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Seniors, there is another hidden story about Yun Yueqing. Could you listen to me?"

As he spoke, a wave of spiritual power that could not be underestimated quietly emanated from his body, shaking the air around him.

The monks frowned, their swords trembling slightly as they shouted sternly, "Who are you? How dare you stop us from upholding justice? Retreat immediately and say nothing!"

The moonlight fell on his mask, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on the sword became stronger and stronger.

It seems like a shocking war will break out at any time.

Yun Yueqing's face was cold, and the blue light in her eyes became even brighter. She flicked her arm lightly.

With irresistible force, he pushed the masked man aside.

The movement was elegant and decisive, like brushing off an insignificant speck of dust.

The man's black robe drew an arc in the air. He staggered slightly but remained firm.

His gaze was fixed on Yun Yueqing, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed in his eyes.

Yun Yueqing did not stop, and the dark blue magic light condensed at his fingertips again, like the most dangerous undercurrent in the night.

A sneer appeared on her lips as she stared at the trapped monks in front of her.

His voice was as cold as the wind through the forest: "I don't need your help. I will deal with these hypocritical righteous people in my own way."

The cultivators clashed with Yun Yueqing in an instant, and the sword light and magic spells intertwined into a gorgeous battlefield.

A faint blue light shone brightly from Yun Yue's fingertips as she shuttled between the sword shadows.

Wherever it touched, the monks retreated with pale faces.

Her figure was like a ghost, leaping lightly across the battlefield.

Every time he waved his sleeves, there was a gust of cold wind, which made people's heart palpitate.

A dark blue beam suddenly burst out from her palm, streaking across the night sky like a meteor and striking the group of monks.

In an instant, several monks were hit, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

Under the moonlight, her smile became more and more strange, as if she controlled the life and death of this battlefield.

Xiao Fu hid in the temporary shelter woven by Yun Yueqing with the dark blue magic, and the noise and danger of the outside world seemed to be isolated.

He took off the white cloth and stared.

With a look of confusion and curiosity, he looked at the flying sword shadows and the sparks of spiritual power colliding around him, and his little face was full of puzzlement.

Every time a sword flashed by or a spiritual light ball exploded, he would subconsciously shrink back.

But he couldn't help but stick his head out and asked in a daze, "Sister, what's wrong? What are you doing with all the ping-pong?"

Yun Yueqing raised the corner of her mouth to sneer, "It's just a few ants seeking death. Xiu wants to dirty your eyes. Are you disobeying me? Cover it up!"

The black-robed man clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

There was determination and pain in his eyes, as if he was making the most important decision in his life.

He growled, "Yun'er, don't be so stubborn!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and swooped down towards Yunyue like a hawk in the night.

The black robe fluttered, and the silver mask gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

A dazzling ball of spiritual light had condensed in his hand at some point, and with a roar, it smashed towards Yun Yueqing.

Yun Yueqing moved to the side, and a faint blue magic light passed by her.

But the black-robed man's attack did not stop, and his figure followed like a shadow.

Each strike contained a force that could not be underestimated, trying to pull Yun Yueqing back from the brink of madness.

The air was filled with the roar of spiritual power colliding, and the figures of the two people intertwined in the moonlight, forming a thrilling picture.

Yun Yueqing snorted disdainfully and said, "What? You can't pretend anymore? Do you think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing this black robe and this mask?"

The man in black robe paused, then suddenly took off his mask.

Under the moonlight, a face that looks a bit ruffian but cannot hide its handsomeness is revealed. It is Zhang Jiaxi.

There was an uninhibited smile on his lips, but his eyes hid deep worry and helplessness.

"Yun'er, it's me"

His voice echoed in the night air, with a hint of pleading.

The moonlight shone on his shoulders, and his black robe slipped off, revealing the tight-fitting clothes underneath. The hem of his clothes swayed gently in the wind, making him look tall and straight.

He locked his eyes on Yun Yueqing, trying to use his eyes to awaken the rationality in her heart.

"Yun'er, you've only been blinded by the roar. The fact that you saved this child proves that your consciousness hasn't been completely devoured."

"Turn back, okay?"

Yun Yueqing's voice suddenly changed, like an ancient beast awakening from the abyss.

It was low and terrifying, echoing in the night sky, and every inch of the air seemed to be torn apart by this horrifying sound.

Her eyes became deep and dark, as if they could swallow all the light, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He stared directly at Zhang Jiaxi and spoke word by word, "Now, your Yun'er and I have become one. She will never listen to you again."

The moonlight around her seemed to be swallowed up, and the darkness and coldness suddenly intensified.

Yun Yueqing raised her fingers slightly, and a faint blue light flashed, like the scythe of the god of death, pointing at Zhang Jiaxi.

"If you want to save all the living beings in this world, there is only one way - kill her."