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

Xiao Yi held the Boundary-Breaking Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, reflecting the moonlight, the cold light was biting.

His eyes were complicated as he stared at Yun Yueqing in front of him. The face that had once haunted him was now distorted.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon from the abyss, filled with only bloodthirsty madness.

Xiao Yi shook his wrist, and the Boundary-Breaking Sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and pointed directly at Yun Yueqing's throat.

Under the moonlight, the cold light of the sword tip and Yun Yueqing's red eyes reflected each other.

Yun Yueqing's face was distorted even more, and a hideous smile that didn't belong to her appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The body controlled by the roar trembled slightly, as if it would turn into a shattered phantom at any time.

That unpleasant voice sounded again, with a harsh mockery: "Why, Xiao Yirao, are you really going to kill her?"

Yun Yueqing approached strangely, and every step she took stepped on Xiaoyi's tense nerves.

Xiao Yi's wrist trembled violently, and the edge of the Boundary-Breaking Sword drew a trembling arc in the air.

He involuntarily took a step back, his voice hoarse: "Don't force me..."

Yun Yueqing looked at him provocatively, and the hideous smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more vivid, as if it could tear the night apart.

She clapped her hands lightly, and black air suddenly surged out from her palms, as if the door to the abyss was suddenly pushed open, bringing with it endless chill and despair.

The black energy was like a raging tide, instantly knocking the Boundary-Breaking Sword out of Xiaoyi's hand.

The sword rolled in the air, and finally, with a clang, it pierced into the ground not far away.

The cold light was dim, and it seemed that even the moonlight was swallowed up by the sudden darkness.

Yun Yueqing's gaze was as sharp as ice, and she glanced coldly at Zhang Jiaxi, who was already stunned.

A cruel smile played on his lips, his voice low and seductive.

"The time has come to prove your feelings for me. Kill him."

Her slender fingers pointed directly at Xiaoyi, and her red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty killing light.

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

Zhang Jiaxi's face was as pale as paper, her body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were wandering between Xiao Yi and Yun Yueqing.

The Sky-Breaking Stick he held tightly in his hand shone coldly in the moonlight, but he still couldn't drop it.

The air was filled with tension and despair, as if even breathing had become heavy and difficult.

Zhang Jiaxi's hands trembled slightly, and the cold metal texture of the Sky-Breaking Stick pressed against Xiaoyi's throat. Every breath seemed to determine life and death.

The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting determination and struggle.

"Now Hou's soul has merged with Yun'er's, and they are linked by life and death. The only way to destroy Hou is to kill Yun'er. If you want to kill her for the sake of the people of the world, don't blame me for not caring about the friendship between fellow disciples."

Xiao Yirao curled up the corner of his mouth in a sarcastic smile, and the moonlight cast mottled shadows on his face.

His eyes were filled with deep sarcasm: "You have no idea what Yue Qing truly desires. If she were conscious, she would never allow herself to be manipulated by Hou to kill innocent people and destroy lives."

Zhang Jiaxi's eyes were red and tears were welling up in them, but she shook her head stubbornly.

Her voice was tearful but remarkably firm: "I don't care what Yun'er wants, power or peace. I just want her to live, even if it means suffering in this world."

As he spoke, he tightly gripped the Sky-Breaking Stick in his hand and looked at Xiao Yirao with a cold gaze.

Under the moonlight, an old and majestic figure suddenly appeared on the scene.

It was Zhang Jiaxi's master. He had a sad face and eyes like torches, staring at Zhang Jiaxi angrily.

"Evil disciple! What on earth are you doing?"

The master's voice was like thunder, exploding in the night sky and shaking his heartstrings.

He took a step forward, his body as fast as lightning, his hands formed into claws, and suddenly grabbed the air-breaking stick that Zhang Jiaxi was holding tightly.

Zhang Jiaxi's face changed drastically and she fought hard, but she was no match for her master.

The master's hand spun gently in the air, and the Sky-Breaking Stick was attracted by a magnet, leaving her palm and flying into the master's hand.

The master held the Sky-Breaking Stick tightly in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife, pointing directly at Zhang Jiaxi. Disappointment and heartache intertwined in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

Zhang Jiaxi's master has a tall and straight figure, like an unshakable mountain.

His voice echoed in the night sky, carrying unquestionable majesty: "Senior Xiao, gather the power of the entire Xiaoyao Continent and lift you up to the Daozu realm of the upper realm."

"I only wanted to eradicate the demon god and maintain peace in this world. Now you are disrespecting him and even trying to harm him."

"He simply disdained to take action. Otherwise, with his level of cultivation, you would have long since turned into a pile of ashes, dissipating into the world."

As he spoke, the Sky-Breaking Stick in his hand seemed to respond to the will of its master.

A faint spiritual light flowed on the stick, and a faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard, shaking the surrounding air.

Zhang Jiaxi was forced to kneel on the ground by her master, her body trembling slightly with unwillingness.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were blazing as he stared at the Sky-Breaking Stick in his master's hand.

When Yun Yueqing saw this, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared as if frozen by the cold wind, and was replaced by a gloomy and terrifying look.

She walked forward slowly, each step seemed to step on everyone's heart, her red eyes flashing with a strange light.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Is this the end? How boring! I was hoping to enjoy a good show of a rivalry between fellow disciples."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly waved her hands, and black air surged out like a tide, carrying with it a biting chill and despair.

It enveloped everything around it, as if dragging the entire world into an endless abyss.

Xiao Yi dodged and avoided the black mist claws that Yun Yue swung at him.

At some point, a dazzling light had condensed in his hand, which was the ultimate manifestation of the concentrated spiritual power in his body.

He leaped up suddenly, pointed his sword at the sky, and a bright beam of light burst out from his fingertips.

It soars into the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the black fog that permeates the surrounding area.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the black fog melted quickly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Yun Yue snorted coldly and moved like a ghost. Every time he appeared, he was accompanied by thicker black fog and more violent attacks.

Xiao Yirao used light as a shield and his sword as a spear. In the night sky, the two of them intertwined a picture of a fierce confrontation between light and darkness.

Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if it was going to tear the world apart.

The red in Yun Yueqing's eyes gradually faded, and the light of reason flickered in the depths.

She suddenly stopped, and her sharp black claws stopped half an inch in front of Xiao Yirao's chest, and the fierce murderous aura receded like a tide.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, pain and struggle intertwined on her cheeks, and her red eyes gradually regained clarity.

It was as if a power awakened within her, fighting against the dark power within her.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent surging in her body, and the black claws slowly turned into nothingness.

The black fog around her gradually dissipated, revealing her pale and tired face.

The fine beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled in the sunlight, as if he had experienced a fierce inner battle.

Yun Yueqing spat out a few words coldly: "Kill me."