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

Yun Yueqing was confused for a moment and pointed at herself with a puzzled look, "Me?"

After she came to her senses, she wondered if Xiao Yirao knew that Yun Yueqing was the heroine of this book.

To make a bolder guess, Xiao Yirao might know that she is a time traveler bound to the system?

"Why...why, me?"

Facing Xiao Yirao's tender and affectionate eyes, Yun Yueqing seemed uneasy.

"The descendants of Venerable Xukong are all gifted. Not only do you have Master's blood flowing in your body, but you are also the one Master favors the most."

"Miss Yun, objectively speaking, with your talent, not only can you occupy a place among the three sects and seven schools, but you are also one of the best in the entire Xiaoyao Continent."

The three sects and seven schools are the main factions in Xiaoyao Continent, excluding the Demon Sect and independent cultivators.

Hearing this, Yun Yueqing straightened her back a little, touched her chin with a proud look on her face, "I knew I was awesome!"

Yun Yue narrowed her eyes, immersed in the praise, unable to extricate herself, and ignored Xiao Yi's admiring gaze.

As they were talking, gray mists spread silently, shrouding the entire area in chaos.

In the oppressive and dark fog, light and shadow intertwined, chaos arose, and all the people around disappeared. Only the ferocious-looking phantom beasts surrounded Yun Yueqing.

It was as if she had stepped into a distorted fantasy world. Faced with the sudden situation, a thousand horses were running wildly in her heart.

"Master uncle! Zhang Jiaxi! Where are you?" Yun Yueqing shouted a few times, but there was no response.

"Blind man, little green tea, where the hell have you two been?"

The surroundings were still eerily quiet, with only terrifying-looking phantom beasts pacing around.

"Your phantom beast is so ugly, why don't you attack people?" Yun Yue bit her fingers lightly and approached step by step with doubts.

The phantom beast suddenly jumped up, opened its bloody mouth, and aimed its sharp fangs at Yun Yueqing's neck.

Yun Yueqing's body was as fast as lightning. She jumped lightly to avoid the attack. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and a flash of light appeared in her hand, and the Hunyuan Sword circled in her palm.

His eyes focused, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of the phantom beast. With a clear whistle, the sword light cut through the air like a silk thread.

The huge body of the phantom beast turned into countless black mists and dissipated in the air. It turned out that this was a clone of the phantom beast.

Yun Yueqing fell into deep thought as she faced the densely packed fantasy beasts around her.

"Brother Tong, check which one of the surrounding phantom beasts is the real one."

[Ding! After in-depth analysis, there are 365 nearby mythical beasts.]

"And then? Which one is true?"

【It's all fake】

Yun Yueqing had a big question in her little head.

"Fuck, then kill them all."

Every sound of the Hunyuan Sword was accompanied by the wailing of the phantom beast's clone as it dissipated.

Yun Yueqing's long hair danced wildly in the wind, her clothes fluttered, as if the god of war had descended.

As the clones were eliminated one by one, a blank area was gradually cleared.

There were no traces of phantom beasts in sight. "Brother Tong, check to see how many phantom beasts are around."

[There is one more]

As soon as the system sounded, a burst of pressure from the Nascent Soul stage swept over. The phantom beast's eyes were red, and its limbs were on the ground, resembling a human figure. There was even an illusory sword shadow on its back.

"Could this be the true form of the phantom beast?"

While speculating, it slowly raised its hand and lightly touched the illusory sword shadow behind it with its fingertips. The sword shadow instantly solidified and turned into a long sword with a cold light.

Yun Yueqing's heart trembled. This fantasy beast not only possessed the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, but was also proficient in swordsmanship. It was really rare.

As the sword lights of the man and the beast intersected, her heart was filled with shock. This sword technique was clearly a move of the Xuantian School.

"Stop! What you see is not real. You and I are trapped in an illusion. You must be a disciple of Xuantian Sect."

The phantom beast paused as if thinking about something, and a series of harsh and unpleasant sounds of "boom boom boom" rang out.

She vaguely felt that the phantom beast was mocking Yun Yueqing, approaching step by step, with its ugly eyes filled with murderous intent.

Yun Yueqing pulled up a bitter smile and said with thin lips: "Wen Chu Ning——"

The phantom beast paused, as if confirming Yun Yueqing's guess.

The phantom beast's shell slowly fell off like fragments, revealing its true form to be Wen Chu Ning.

"The second level of the illusion, to put it nicely, is a collaboration between two teams. To put it bluntly, it's a fight between two teams. Whichever team survives goes to the third level."

Wen Chu Ning seemed to see through everything and smiled coldly.

"Impossible. The best way to break the illusion is not to kill each other. There must be an optimal solution."

Every step Wen Chuning took was filled with resolute murderous intent. At this moment, the phantom beast's eyes met Wen Chuning's.

Yun Yueqing understood that Wen Chu Ning knew from the beginning that the second level of the illusion would be a fight among the people, and she had already prepared to use the illusion to kill her.

Wen Chu Ning's sword flashed with a cold light, "Really? But I don't want the best solution, I really just want to kill you."

Yun Yueqing raised her eyebrows with a contemptuous attitude, activated the Hunyuan Sword and prepared to fight.

"Kill me? You don't deserve it!"

Wen Chu Ning let out a strange laugh, "Yun Yueqing, do you really think you are the heroine of this world? You are a bit too confident."

Yun Yueqing had long guessed that Wen Chu Ning was not a simple person, so she was not surprised when she said these words.

"I never said I was the heroine, but it seems that you think so, otherwise you wouldn't question me so angrily."

"You!" Wen Chu Ning was choked and speechless for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, do it quickly." Yun Yueqing spread out one hand lightly, looking nonchalant.

"you wanna die!"

Wen Chu Ning gritted her teeth in anger, but she also looked confident of victory.

As the two men confronted each other, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. Every time the swords collided, they stirred up circles of visible spiritual power ripples that spread in all directions.

Logically speaking, Yun Yueqing should have had no difficulty fighting against a Yuanying stage cultivator, but every move of Wen Chuning's was so strenuous for her to handle.

It seemed that every move of Wen Chu Ning completely restrained Yun Yueqing. She had been planning to kill Yun Yueqing for a long time, even when the original owner was still alive.

As the two fought, Yun Yueqing's spiritual power gradually weakened, and he was unable to continue. "This fog is poisonous."

Wen Chu Ning's triumphant laughter stung people's eardrums, "Hahaha, you're just like that. You can't even resist this little phantom poison. You are unworthy of being the heroine."

"I admit that I was careless, but you did too much homework."

"If I remember correctly, this is also your first time stepping into the Mysterious Valley. I didn't expect you to know so much about the second level of illusion."

There was something else behind Yun Yue's words, implying that Wen Chuning had a deeper understanding of the world in the book, even better than her, a systematic time traveler.

Wen Chu Ning understood the implication of Yun Yueqing's words, and suddenly felt like a mouse whose tail was stepped on.

"I didn't steal it. This heroine should have belonged to me!"

Wen Chu Ning controlled the fog to become thicker, tightly surrounding Yun Yueqing's body. The poison also began to intensify, and Yun Yueqing's spiritual power dropped sharply.

"You will definitely not be able to leave the second level of the Mysterious Valley today. Prepare to face death."