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

At this moment, there was a commotion coming from the warehouse, with howling and roaring as if they were going to break through the sky.

Wei Xinran spread out his palms and realized that his magic circle had been destroyed.

"Be prepared to strangle the zombies in the warehouse at any time."

Wen Chu Ning fiercely gripped Wei Xinran's arm and said, "No, these are our fellow disciples who have been with us through thick and thin!"

"Let me go! They're not human anymore! If they start another riot, there will be more and more zombies, and eventually the number will multiply exponentially."

"If we accidentally release one or two more zombies, my Xuantian Sect will definitely cause unrest."

The moonlight was like a stream of silk, shining on the chaotic warehouse, seeming to add an ominous silver glow to the gloomy scene.

The zombies were extremely stimulated by the full moon, their eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged under their skin, as if every inch of their flesh and blood was boiling, eager to tear everything apart.

They roared and swung their limbs with unnatural force, each impact causing the wooden structure of the warehouse to shake.

Sawdust flew everywhere, accompanied by their hoarse and shrill roars, echoing in the night, like the foreshadowing of the gates of hell opening wide.

Wei Xinran frowned, quickly formed seals with his hands, and tried to use his spiritual power to activate several chains that were glowing with cold light.

They intertwined into a web in the air and suddenly pounced on the out-of-control zombie group.

However, these chains that could easily bind demons in the past were now like encountering an invisible barrier. As soon as they touched the zombies, they made a harsh metal twisting sound, and were then bounced off by a brute force, scattered to the ground, and the light dimmed.

Wei Xinran's eyes were as bright as torches, and as his mind moved, the spiritual power in his body boiled, as if even the night sky was shaking.

A brilliant sword light shot up from behind him, cutting through the sky, and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword flew into his hand.

The sword body was flowing with the light of the nine stars in the sky, and it was extremely cold. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, everything was cold.

He took a deep breath, pointed his sword at the sky, and suddenly shouted, "Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword, obey my command and cut off all the filth in the world!"

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword, wrapped in the power of the stars, turned into a silver lightning, and the sword light flashed.

The zombie's body was instantly split into two, but strangely, the broken body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was flowing backwards.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Wei Xinran's eyes. He quickly adjusted his strategy, and the tip of his sword trembled slightly.

The sword light split into thousands of fine threads, which wrapped around the zombie's neck as densely and precisely as drizzle.

He let out a low roar, and his spiritual power surged. The filaments suddenly tightened, and with a crisp sound of broken bones, the zombie's head finally separated from the body and rolled to the ground.

The body also stopped all movements and completely lost its vitality.

"Disciples, listen up! Cut off the zombies' heads at their most vulnerable point. They will no longer be able to regenerate."

Under the moonlight, Wei Xinran paused the tip of his sword, his gaze piercing through the chaos and blood, and fell on a staggering, distorted-faced zombie not far away.

That figure, even in such a situation, made his heart tighten - it was Ayong.

Ayong's eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, and there was a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth that did not belong to him. Veins bulged under his skin, as if every inch of it was telling of pain and struggle.

He turned slowly, and his unfocused eyes seemed to penetrate Wei Xinran's defenses and reach deep into his heart.

Ayong, who was just talking to him, has now turned back into the zombie that is neither human nor ghost, trying to wake Ayong up again.

"Ayong, stop!"

Ayong's body seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness, and his movements became more and more frantic.

His limbs seemed to break free from all restraints, and every swing was accompanied by a heavy sound of tearing air.

His once familiar face now only showed the ferocity of a beast and endless hunger, with sticky saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth and his eyes flashing with a desire for blood.

He pounced on the nearest disciple, his irrational eyes showing no emotion at all, only pure desire to kill.

The disciple screamed in fear and tried to dodge, but Ayong was incredibly fast and knocked him to the ground in an instant.

The sharp nails dug deep into the disciple's flesh, tearing open shocking wounds. Blood gushed out instantly, staining Ayong's fingertips and face red.

Wei Xinran, because of his indecision, killed another disciple who fought alongside him, and stood there in a daze for a while.

"Crack!" A sword chopped down Ayong's head straight to the ground.

As the sword was swung down with determination, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sword light was like a cold moon breaking through the dawn, instantly tearing through the night and severing Ayong's last connection with his life.

The sword blade embedded itself into Ayong's head with unerring precision. An irresistible force erupted from the sword, splitting him in half from the center, like a rag doll torn apart by an invisible hand.

At this moment, Ayong's body seemed to be disassembled by time and slowly separated to both sides.

Revealing the dark void inside, there was no blood, only endless nothingness and despair.

The moonlight shines through the sudden crack and falls on Yun Yueqing's cheek.

"Brother Wei, if we don't kill him now, when will we? He will kill more Xuantian Sect disciples. Is this what you want to see?"

Wei Xinran stammered, "You are, Xiaoyan?"

He saw the shadow of Yun Yueqing in her. He shook his head and became a little more sober.

After all, he knew that Yun Yueqing was in Jingyuan Sect and it was impossible for her to be by his side. If she were Yun Yueqing, she would never forgive him.

He would not be a disciple who swept the courtyard in his heart, and the Xiaoyan in front of him did not look outstanding at all, but for some reason, he always felt that she looked very much like Yun Yueqing.

Wei Xinran's doubts suddenly enveloped his heart like fog in the night.

He stared at "Xiao Yan" in front of him and asked, "How could she use a sword to split open this extremely hard zombie's head without any sharpness?"

Yun Yueqing pretended to be embarrassed and scratched his head. "No, I'm not very powerful, but I was born with great strength. I was born in a farming family, so chopping wood, farming, pulling pigs, slaughtering cattle and sheep are all no problem for me."

"That might be why I can chop off zombie heads."

Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth, let alone reveal his true identity, otherwise he would lose the opportunity to stay in Xuantian Sect.

"Although I have no spiritual power, I am naturally strong. I cut off not only Ayong's body, but also the curse and bondage on him."

"I think you did some cruel things, but in fact you did it to free Ayong. And you, who seemed to be loyal and righteous, plunged Ayong into an even more painful abyss."

For a moment, Wei Xinran actually felt a little admiration for the little girl in front of him. He knew these simplest principles, but he really couldn't bring himself to do it at that time.