The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The powerful sense of fear made the demon king shiver.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the beam of light, suddenly, the Demon King felt something was worn on his head.

Tight and icy cold.

He quickly reached out to touch it and found that there was a hoop on his head without him noticing.

"Amitabha, this hoop is called a tight hoop."

I saw Jiang Yingxue bowing to him inexplicably from a distance.

"What the hell?"

The demon king reached out to take off the thing on his head, but when his fingers touched the cold metal hoop, his expression suddenly changed.

He pulled hard, but found that the hoop was as if rooted and did not move at all.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and there was a hint of disbelief in his voice: "When did you put it on me? How could I not notice it!"

Jiang Yingxue pointed at the golden beam of light that had not yet dissipated in the sky, and said calmly and calmly: "When you think that God has descended."

"It's not difficult to conceal your aura and form during the Fusion Stage." Jiang Yingxue's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "Of course, with your strength, you would have spotted me even if I were invisible. But unfortunately, you were so focused on the golden light at the time that you didn't even notice me approaching you."

The demon king's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and his voice was filled with questioning, "What the hell is going on? That golden light! Are you seriously inviting a god to descend to earth?!"

Jiang Yingxue waved her hand. "How could I possibly possess such a powerful ability? It's just a magical tool I borrowed from the ancient phoenix. It can create the illusion of a deity descending to earth, making you feel as if you were there. So, I managed to fool even you, didn't I? Otherwise, how could you be so frightened that you didn't even notice I was approaching you and had a hoop around you?"

The demon king's expression instantly turned ferocious, and the rage in his eyes almost burst out!

"You little girl, how dare you play tricks on me!" His voice echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, carrying a heart-pounding pressure.

The Demon King stood up from the ground again. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds rolled, and the wind howled. The entire battlefield was once again shrouded in a thick demonic aura.

A fierce wind blew up, sweeping up the debris and dust on the ground into black whirlwinds. Wherever the whirlwinds passed, the grass and trees withered, all life was destroyed, and even the air became sticky and heavy.

The figure of the demon king was looming in the demonic wind. His eyes swept across Jiang Yingxue like a knife, and his voice was filled with endless murderous intent: "Today, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Jiang Yingxue stood in the demonic wind, her clothes fluttering, her long black hair dancing in the wind, cascading down like an inky waterfall. Her gaze was as cold as ice, as if it could penetrate the whistling wind and penetrate the demon king's mind.

"Life is worse than death?" She slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and whispered, "Amitabha."

These words were like a stream of clear spring water, appearing exceptionally clear amidst the battlefield ravaged by the evil wind.

That’s right, this was the only powerful person she could think of in the short period of time, and the one her body could withstand: Tang Sanzang.

At least before he became a Buddha, he only had one trick, and this trick was very useful.

Jiang Yingxue opened her red lips and began to whisper the spell to tighten the headband. Although her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable power, as if it could penetrate the demon king's eardrums and strike directly into his demonic soul.

The demon king wanted to use his full power to completely wipe out Jiang Yingxue.

However, the moment he raised his hand, the headband suddenly tightened, as if countless steel needles were piercing his skull at the same time. His pupils suddenly contracted, and the ferocious expression on his face was instantly replaced by pain.

"Bitch! What on earth did you put on me!" The demon king's voice was filled with endless anger and pain. His fingers tightly grasped the hoop, trying to pull it off, but the hoop became tighter and tighter, as if it was going to strangle his head to pieces.

Jiang Yingxue ignored his roar and continued to recite the six-syllable mantra with concentration.

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"

The demon king's face instantly turned pale as paper, veins popped out on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks.

His body trembled violently, his fingers dug deep into his scalp, blood flowing down through his fingers. He could no longer maintain his standing posture, his knees gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah—!" The demon king let out a shrill cry, clutching his head with both hands. He curled up into a ball and rolled madly on the ground. His demonic energy spiraled out of control in agony, and a black whirlwind raged across the battlefield, sweeping the surrounding debris and dust into the air.

Jiang Yingxue was still standing there, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a winter plum blossom blooming in a blizzard.

Amid the Demon King's screams, Jiang Yingxue slowly raised her hand, and with a slight hook of her slender fingers, the Buzhou Sword appeared in her palm.

Suddenly Jiang Yingxue stopped.

"go."

As soon as the word fell, the Buzhou Sword suddenly transformed into a streak of cold light and flew straight towards the Demon King. The sword's light was like lightning, slicing through the sky and bringing with it a piercing chill. The Demon King's eyes widened, his pupils reflecting the deadly cold light, but he was powerless to avoid it.

"Pfft-"

The sword pierced the demon king's heart, making a soft sound. The demon king's body trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair. His demonic energy instantly dissipated, and black blood gushed out from the wound, staining the ground red.

The demon king's body slowly fell down like a collapsing mountain. His fingers grasped weakly at the void, and the demonic energy at his fingertips swayed like a candle in the wind, as if trying to grasp the last ray of life.

However, his life had already quickly faded as the Buzhou Sword pierced through him. The resentment and resentment in his eyes eventually turned to deathly silence. His body gradually turned into black ash, drifting away in the wind, as if he had never existed.

The battlefield was completely silent. Everyone held their breath, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. A moment later, a trembling cry broke the silence: "Win... Win?"

Immediately afterwards, more voices rang out one after another, filled with indescribable excitement and ecstasy: "We won, right!?"

"It was the Savior who saved us!"

"It's Jiang Yingxue! Jiang Yingxue from Xianyun Sect!"

"Long live the savior! Long live Jiang Yingxue!"

Cheers swept across the battlefield like a wave, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Yingxue.

Her figure in the sunlight seemed exceptionally cold and lonely, yet radiated an indescribable power and beauty. The sunlight shone upon her, coating her in a golden glow, making her the most dazzling being in the world.

The evil wind on the battlefield suddenly subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky. The sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the devastated land.

Jiang Yingxue stepped over the ruins, the broken tiles and wood beneath her feet making a slight crackling sound. She glanced around, a trace of fatigue and relief flashing in her eyes.

Now, the book "Pointing the Sword to the Sky" is considered to be over, right?

With a bang, she fell to the ground.

She raised the Buzhou Sword, pointed it toward the sky, and said, "Listen carefully, God! I have completed my mission. I want to enjoy life and I don't want to be a slave anymore!"