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

Xiao Yirao curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile, "Then why do you think I insist that you find the nine-tailed spirit cat?"

"Everything in this world has a spirit, and this one is most compatible with you. It can sense the most delicate waves in your heart and help you purify your mind."

As he spoke, he gently patted the civet cat's back. The civet cat seemed to understand something and rubbed Yun Yueqing again.

Yun Yueqing felt a warm feeling in her heart, and then she understood that Xiao Yirao had never made things difficult for her from beginning to end.

What she did seemed difficult, but in fact it was all for her own good.

Zhang Jiaxi stood aside, her eyes fixed on Yun Yueqing and the warm interaction between her and Xiao Yirao, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart.

Zhang Jiaxi's emotions seemed to be swept away by a sudden gust of wind, and he took a sudden step forward.

He stood between Xiao Yirao and Yun Yueqing.

Zhang Jiaxi's expression was solemn, interrupting the warm atmosphere between Xiao Yirao and Yun Yueqing.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the horde of zombies that were gradually approaching.

"The most urgent thing is to control these zombies first."

The zombies staggered forward, clutching broken farm tools or broken weapons in their hands. Those were proof that they were once human, but now they have become tools of killing.

Although their pace was slow, every step was in the rhythm of death.

Wherever it passed, flames raged and houses were reduced to ashes.

Cries and shouts rang out one after another, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped the entire foot of the mountain.

The children's cries were particularly shrill in the night sky, and the women hugged their children tightly.

Hiding in the dilapidated corner, he looked up to the sky with helpless eyes, praying for a glimmer of hope.

The zombies, as if they felt no mercy at all, continued their burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

The people who are protected at the foot of the Jingyuan Sect mountain are Yun Yueqing's people, as are the hideous and terrifying zombies.

Yun Yueqing's gaze lingered between warmth and despair, finally settling on the rampaging zombies.

Her eyes became complicated, showing the majesty of being the ancestor of zombies, but also the pain of breaking the taboo for her people.

Yun Yueqing's voice rang out amidst the chaos, "All disciples above the Foundation Establishment Stage, follow me and save people! Kill any unconscious zombies without mercy!"

She moved like a breeze and was outside the group of zombies in an instant.

A flash of light appeared in Yun Yueqing's hand, and the Hunyuan Sword appeared. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and circles of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye spread out in all directions.

The zombie's movements actually slowed down a bit, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, as if dormant memories were suddenly awakened.

Yun Yue tilted her head slightly, "Xiao Qi?"

Among the zombies, there is an old zombie whose face is blurred.

Only the decayed outline remained, but at this moment it slowly raised its head.

The empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at Yun Yueqing, and a strange yet familiar smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Xiaosi..."

In an instant, the light in Xiaoqi's empty eyes dimmed.

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, replaced by a dead silence.

Its turbid hands suddenly clenched, and the broken pieces of farm tools flashed coldly in the sunlight. It continued to wave, killing innocent people.

Xiao Qi roared and pounced on the nearest villager, his rotten body bursting out with amazing strength.

The sharp claws tore through the air, bringing up gusts of fishy wind.

Yun Yueqing's eyes flashed, and the Hunyuan Sword in his hand shone brightly, like lightning cutting through the night sky.

She was as fast as lightning and appeared beside Xiao Qi in an instant. The sword flashed and there was a "click" sound.

One of Xiaoqi's arms fell off with a sound, and blood splattered everywhere, spraying on the surrounding land and mixing with the scorched earth into a strange color.

Xiao Qi let out a shrill roar, staggered, and tears seemed to flash in his empty eyes, but were immediately replaced by deeper madness.

Black air swirled around the broken arm, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed as if some force was driving it to continue the endless killing.

Yun Yueqing tightly grasped the Hunyuan Sword, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, her eyes full of determination. She knew that this battle was unavoidable.

Yun Yueqing gritted her teeth and swung the Hunyuan Sword again. The sword light was like a dragon, whistling out and pointing directly at Xiaoqi's vital points.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out.

It was Xiao Si. He staggered and used all his strength to stand in front of Xiao Qi.

With a flash of sword light, Xiao Si's body was split into two halves.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding land red.

There was no fear in his eyes, only deep attachment and reluctance to part with Xiao Qi.

As if to say: "Enough, let's all stop."

Tears finally slid down from Xiaoqi's empty eyes, dripping onto the scorched earth and being swallowed up in an instant.

Xiaoqi's roar suddenly stopped, leaving only endless sadness and despair.

Xiao Qi hugged Xiao Si's half-broken body tightly with one arm, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

It kept rolling down from its empty eye sockets and dripping onto the charred earth, disappearing in a flash, leaving only faint traces.

Its roar had stopped, replaced by a low, mournful whimper, like the cry of a wounded beast in the night.

Its other arm hung limply, and the broken pieces of farm tools fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but it was no longer able to swing up.

Yun Yueqing frowned, "Zhang Jiaxi, tie up Xiao Qi and bring him back. He hasn't completely lost his mind yet, so maybe he can still be saved."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiaxi acted quickly, pulled out a rope from her waist, and appeared behind Xiaoqi in a flash.

He took a deep breath, clenched the Immortal Binding Rope with both hands, and swung it violently.

The Immortal Binding Rope turned into a silver light and tightly wrapped around Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi struggled hard, but the binding rope became tighter and tighter, gradually restricting his movements.

Xiao Qi let out a low roar, his hollow eyes filled with struggle and unwillingness, but in the end he was still firmly controlled by Zhang Jiaxi.

Zhang Jiaxi gritted her teeth and used all her strength to slowly drag Xiaoqi backwards, ready to take him away from this land full of despair.

Yun Yueqing's eyes were as sharp as torches as she shuttled through the group of zombies.

Every time the Hunyuan Sword was swung, it was accompanied by a silver lightning, accurately slashing at the mad and rampant zombies.

Wherever the sword flashed, the zombies fell down one after another, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, black blood splattered, and the scene intertwined with the night to form a tragic picture.

Her figure moved quickly in the moonlight, like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of silver afterimages.

Every time she killed a zombie, her eyes became more determined, and the power of the Hunyuan Sword in her hand doubled.

As if to completely cut off this endless darkness and despair.

The air around them was filled with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.

She felt numb and empty, and even felt like a mindless zombie.

After all, she had been killing people, and she had also served her own people.

But she had no choice. The first thing she had to do was to find out why the zombies were suddenly released from the boundary and why they had lost all their rationality.