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

Yun Yue gritted her teeth, dragged her injured arm, and approached Wen Chu Ning step by step.

The sword in his hand glowed coldly, like the scythe of the god of death. He slowly raised it and aimed it at Wen Chu Ning's throat.

Wen Chu Ning's face was pale, and Yun Yueqing's distorted figure was reflected in her eyes. Her body was trembling slightly, but she forced herself not to retreat.

Wen Chu Ning curled her lips into a smile, just as Yun Yue's sword was about to touch her skin.

She suddenly pulled something out from her sleeve, and with a flash of silver light, it turned out to be an extremely exquisite pen.

The pen body is carved with intricate totems and emits a faint light, as if it contains the power of heaven and earth.

With Wen Chu Ning's gentle wave, the air around him suddenly solidified, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

The originally dim sky suddenly cracked into a crack, and the light leaking out illuminated the surroundings like daylight, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere filled the air.

Wen Chu Ning's voice rang out in the frozen air, with unquestionable firmness.

"I am the protagonist of the world. No one can kill me."

As she finished speaking, the pen in her hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, like a falling star, reflecting the brilliance in the cracks in the sky.

In that light, Wen Chu Ning's figure gradually became blurred, as if surrounded by countless light spots, each of which contained the power to change destiny.

Yun Yueqing widened her eyes in astonishment, and the sword in her hand trembled before this force, unable to move forward even an inch.

At this moment, the whole world was shocked by her words and actions, which stopped time and overturned the rules.

On the ring, the dust was raised by the sudden light, as if swept by a strong wind.

The audience's gazes were fixed, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Some opened their mouths so wide that they seemed to be able to swallow the whole egg.

Some clenched their hands into fists, their knuckles turning white from nervousness.

Others covered their mouths, fearing that they would scream and disturb this shocking scene.

The entire ring was silent, and the only sounds could be heard were each other's rapid breathing and heartbeats.

Wen Chu Ning's figure appeared and disappeared in the light, like a fairy from an ancient legend.

Possessing the mysterious power to rewrite destiny, everyone present was filled with awe and held their breath.

In the brilliant light surrounding Wen Chu Ning, an invisible force quietly spread.

Like the whisper of an ancient god, everyone present involuntarily bent their knees and slowly lowered their bodies until they knelt on the ground.

The audience's faces were filled with awe and astonishment, as if they were facing the most inviolable existence in the world.

Only Wei Xinran and Yun Yueqing stood firm like pine and cypress.

Yun Yueqing put her hands behind her back, her eyes penetrating the light, looking directly at the hazy Wen Chu Ning.

When Wen Chu Ning uses this pen, it will consume his own luck value.

Now, her luck value can no longer control the people in the protagonist group, but she can still control the passers-by characters.

Wen Chu Ning waved his brush again, and light shone brightly in the cracks.

Several elders wearing gorgeous robes and with dignified faces stepped out into the air, their figures looming in the light.

When Wei Xinran saw this person, he bent down and bowed with a humble and respectful attitude.

His back was slightly bent, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and his eyes were shining with awe and piety.

Those several veteran figures stepped out into the air, surrounded by a faint glow, as if they were gods descended from ancient mythology, majestic and inviolable.

Their faces were faintly visible in the light, but their otherworldly aura made people feel awe.

Yun Yueqing was confused and asked in her heart: "Brother Tong, who is this?"

[Ding! After testing, several veteran figures, led by "Yan Xiu"]

She muttered to herself, "He is Yanxiu."

【Yan Xiu is a marginal figure in this book】

[Summoning him to help certainly doesn't use much luck, but his strength and status cannot be underestimated.]

[He is the Grand Elder of Xuantian Sect. He has fewer scenes than the Wuji Sect Leader, but his status and cultivation are higher than the Wuji Sect Leader.]

Yan Xiu's gaze penetrated the bright light and fell on Wen Chuning's slightly embarrassed but still stubborn figure.

He frowned slightly, and a barely perceptible emotion flashed in his eyes, but his face still maintained that otherworldly calmness.

He spoke slowly, his voice like an echo from ancient times, carrying unquestionable majesty.

"Xiao Ning, who hurt you so much?"

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and a gentle power overflowed from his palm, surrounding Wen Chuning's body, as if soothing her pain.

Wen Chu Ning's eyes were slightly red, tears flickered in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Her slender fingers trembled as she pointed at Yun Yueqing, her voice choked with sobs: "It was her! She hurt me!"

Yun Yueqing's face suddenly changed and she wanted to refute.

Wen Chu Ning was anxious. "This person is very eloquent and good at making arguments. She is very good at confusing right and wrong. Please don't listen to her."

So Yan Xiu cast a spell to block her mouth, and all the words were stuck in her throat.

Yan Xiu's gaze was as sharp as a torch as it swept across Yun Yueqing, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

He shook his head slightly, his tone full of disdain and majesty: "Where did this unknown person come from? You are not worthy to talk to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and an invisible force surged out, directly shaking Yun Yueqing so much that he staggered back several steps.

Seeing this, Wei Xinran slowly straightened his waist, and a complex look flashed in his deep eyes.

He stepped forward quickly and firmly supported the shaky Yun Yueqing.

Wei Xinran looked determined and bowed deeply to Yan Xiu.

There was a sincerity in his tone that could not be ignored: "Grand Elder, I have no intention of offending you. Xiaoyan has a straightforward personality. It is inevitable that I will suffer some minor injuries in this Colosseum competition."

"Xiaoyan is also covered in wounds, with broken arms and disheveled clothes. He fought with all his might, and both of them are equally injured. Look..."

Yan Xiu thought for a moment, frowning, his eyes shifting back and forth between Yun Yueqing and Wen Chu Ning.

As the supreme elder and leader of Xuantian Sect, he really shouldn't break the rules of the Colosseum because of a trivial matter.

Yan Xiu's gaze lingered between the two of them, and he finally sighed softly.

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice: "In this case, it is not easy for me to interfere in the feud between you young people."

Wen Chu Ning was extremely anxious when she saw that Yan Xiu seemed to be planning to stop.

She struggled violently, her eyes reddened at Yan Xiu's gentle healing light, and her fingers almost poked Yun Yueqing's nose.

He said anxiously in a trembling voice, "Grand Elder, she wants to kill me! If you don't do anything, I... I will die here today!"

After she finished speaking, tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and her expression of sorrow was touching.

Yan Xiu paused as he was about to leave, turned around, and his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, looked deeply at Wen Chu Ning again.

Wen Chu Ning's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands were tightly twisting the corners of her clothes, as if she wanted to rub all her fear and helplessness into the wrinkled fabric.

Her eyes were full of pleading and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was about to cry out again in the next second.

Yan Xiu's gaze lingered on her face for a long time, and finally, he sighed softly.

The sigh echoed in the empty space, carrying a subtle hint of compromise and helplessness.