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

Xiao Yirao's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of Yun Yueqing's unpreparedness to suddenly swing the Boundary-Breaking Sword in his hand. The sword light cut through the night sky like a streak of silk, and went straight to Yun Yueqing's vital point.

However, at this critical moment, Zhang Jiaxi appeared in front of Yun Yueqing like a ghost.

He tried his best to block the attack with his flesh and blood.

The sword light pierced through his body, and he immediately turned into ashes and dissipated into the night sky.

Xiao Yirao felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't care too much. He knew that hesitation at this moment would mean death.

The demonic energy around Yun Yueqing surged again, and her eyes turned red again.

The Hunyuan Sword in his hand condensed a strong demonic energy, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiao Yirao. The sword light flashed, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Xiao Yi staggered around, and every step seemed to be stepping on the edge of a knife.

Blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. The light of the Boundary-Breaking Sword in his hand dimmed, but he still pointed at Yun Yueqing firmly.

Yun Yueqing was surrounded by demonic energy that swept over like an inky storm.

The Hunyuan Sword danced in her hand. Every time the tip of the sword passed by a place, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sword flashed and pointed directly at Xiao Yirao's heart meridian. Its speed was as fast as the brightest meteor in the night sky.

Xiao Yirao's eyes were as sharp as torches. He used up his last bit of strength to dodge sideways. The tip of the sword brushed past his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Yun Yueqing's eyes, demonic energy twisted her face, reason and madness intertwined, the tip of the sword trembled, and it took a long time to fall.

There was a flash of determination in Xiao Yirao's eyes. He knew very well that only by ending it decisively could he save this world from chaos.

He gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand gathered the last rays of light.

Like the brightest star in the night sky, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and with irresistible force, it suddenly stabbed towards Yun Yueqing.

Yun Yueqing's body looked particularly thin under the sword light, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was relief, letting go, and a deep longing for the past.

The tip of the sword pierced her chest, blood gushed out like a fountain, she slowly fell down, the light in her eyes gradually faded.

But that smile was like the first light of dawn, warm and peaceful, frozen in this turbulent night sky.

The memory stops here.

Ten thousand years later, the galaxy is vast and time and space seem to have frozen.

Yun Yueqing and Xiao Yi stood in the void, looking at each other from afar.

Their figures were elongated by the starlight, like two sculptures that spanned time.

Xiao Yirao's eyes were filled with deep nostalgia and complex emotions. He stared at Yun Yueqing, as if he wanted to re-engrave the scenes of ten thousand years ago in his heart.

There seems to be an invisible bond between the two of them, which is the entanglement and affection in the past, and also the distant gaze and concern that transcends time and space today.

The starlight fell on them, adding a touch of dreaminess and beauty to this distant gaze.

Yun Yueqing's eyes suddenly became empty and blurred, and an ancient and powerful demonic energy surged out of her body, enveloping her completely.

Her voice, filled with endless sorrow and despair, echoed in the void.

"Xiao Yirao, are you going to kill me again?"

Her figure was looming in the evil aura, like a ghost walking out of the abyss, and every word seemed to be torn out from the depths of her soul.

Xiao Yirao's heart suddenly tightened. He saw a flash of cruelty and madness in Yun Yueqing's eyes that did not belong to her. It was Hou's will that was controlling her.

He tightly grasped the Sun and Moon Qianlong fan, the tip of the fan trembling slightly, as if telling of his unwillingness and struggle.

His gaze penetrated through layers of demonic energy, trying to capture Yun Yueqing's faint consciousness.

However, the demonic energy surged, completely obscuring his vision.

Yun Yueqing didn't know that ten thousand years ago, after her death, Xiao Yirao wanted to follow her.

At that time, Xiao Yirao's heart was beating violently in his chest, as if trying to break free from its restraints, and his eyes flashed with determination and tenderness.

He closed his eyes, and the scene of Yun Yueqing falling down appeared in his mind. That smile was like an eternal brand, engraved in his heart.

But Venerable Xukong told him that there was a forbidden technique that could resurrect Yun Yueqing, but the resurrected person would have to suffer the pain of reincarnation.

The manipulator will be punished severely in hell.

In the hell of endless suffering, there is no light at all, magma is rolling, and heat waves are surging.

Xiao Yirao stood alone in this hopeless place, his whole body surrounded by raging flames, his skin burnt black, but he seemed to feel no pain.

His eyes were fixed on the void, where Yun Yueqing's shadow seemed to be swaying.

Every breath was like the last whine squeezed out of his throat, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, because that was the price of resurrecting Yun Yueqing.

All around him were countless wailing souls. Their distorted faces and ferocious expressions seemed to be mocking his madness.

But Xiao Yirao's gaze never wavered. He had only one thought in his mind: no matter how hard or painful it was, it would be worth it as long as he could see Yun Yueqing again.

At the other end of the hell is the bone-chilling punishment of ice.

Xiao Yirao had just broken free from the flames when he was instantly swallowed by endless ice.

His entire body was sealed in ice, and every inch of his skin felt as if pierced by thousands of sharp thorns. He was so cold that his soul was trembling.

He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a world of white before him. Ice crystals flickered like sharp blades, cutting his sight.

With every breath he took, he inhaled a biting cold air that seemed to freeze his internal organs.

He clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and dug his nails deep into his palms. Blood slid down his fingertips, dripped onto the ice surface, and instantly solidified into ice beads.

There was an unyielding light in his eyes. Even if he was in desperate situation, he would never give up hope of resurrecting Yun Yueqing.

Xiao Yirao, as a person of the upper realm, is at the peak of the Daozu realm and can be resurrected infinitely. Ordinary people are tortured in the endless hell, and death is the end.

Xiao Yi wandered between death and rebirth again and again, and the flames and ice of the endless hell seemed to have become his eternal companions.

This time, he suddenly woke up from the ice, and the ice around him shattered instantly, turning into countless sharp ice flakes that shot out in all directions.

His eyes flashed with unyielding light in the darkness, like two bright stars, illuminating this hopeless place.

He stood up suddenly, his naked upper body was covered with scars, and his skin had long become extremely tough under the alternating torture of flames and ice.

He looked up at the endless void, a determined smile on his lips.

Every death brought him one step closer to resurrecting Yun Yueqing.

But Xiao Yirao didn't expect that Yun Yueqing was indeed resurrected ten thousand years later.

Hou and Yun Yueqing's souls intertwine, their blood merges, and Hou will be resurrected.

The scene ten thousand years ago overlapped with the present scene, and Xiao Yirao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Yun Yueqing's eyes turned red, and there seemed to be flames dancing in her pupils. The corners of her mouth curled up into a hideous smile that did not belong to her.

She was surrounded by black demonic flames, and every breath she took seemed to tear through space.

The shadow of the roar slowly condensed behind her, and the huge beast claws pierced through the void, carrying the power to destroy the world, and rushed towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yirao tightly grasped the Sun and Moon Qianlong Fan, and the fan unfolded. A dazzling light burst out from the fan, trying to resist the attack that was enough to destroy everything.

However, the roar was too powerful, the light was instantly swallowed up, and the fan bones shattered into pieces amidst the roar.

Xiao Yirao was blown away by the huge force and crashed into the void wall in the distance. Blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding stars red.