The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

In an instant, a gale howled, and the once clear sky turned gloomy, with muffled thunder rumbling across the sky.

Wei Heyu gifted 1 Grade 9 Rejuvenation Pill.

[Hong Ziqing rewarded x cultivation points]

[Ziqian donated x cultivation points]

【…】

The powerful figures who joined the signboard all donated 50,000 cultivation points.

[Yun Family Squad 2 Guard He Yu: Yun girl, once Annihilation is unleashed, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will have their soul and spirit annihilated. In the hundreds of years since the Boundless Sword Sect was founded, no one has ever used this move. The reason is simple: this move is extremely brutal, and it will also severely damage the user's primordial spirit.]

[Yun Family Team 2, Ziqian: Cultivation requires refinement; the cultivation we are currently rewarding you with cannot be used immediately.]

Jiaoyu let out a short roar. Yun Fuzhao turned around, his pupils suddenly contracting. Several scales on its back were flipped off, revealing bright red flesh.

It is currently only in its juvenile stage, its foundation is not yet stable, and its time to manifest is limited. It has already reached its limit.

Without saying a word, Yun Fuzhao immediately recalled it.

Jiaoyu transformed into a half-grown snake, listlessly coiled around her wrist.

The blackened incantation resembled a giant python over ten meters tall, its enormous head bowing down to look at her, the black incantation still rolling continuously.

Meng Ci'er stood at the top, looking down at her, "If you take it, what will you use to deal with me?"

Yun Fuzhao felt the air around her getting thinner and thinner. She covered her neck and knelt on the ground, her face turning deathly pale.

She couldn't even lift the Wuji.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon her, as if she had fallen into an abyss, unable to see.

"Yun Fuzhao!"

A familiar voice came.

The next second, there was the sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh.

Yu Ze's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Yun Fuzhao's vision was completely black; all she heard was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Is Yu Ze dead?

No way, is the Demon Lord that weak?

"What a big battle."

Meng Ci'er turned around, her expression slightly cold, "What are you doing here?"

"Since you've brought out all thirteen spells, we naturally have to see what's going on."

Chang Shen's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. "Just now I saw a white shadow in the void. I wonder what it was?"

Meng Ci'er immediately understood that this person was probably after Yun Fuzhao's spirit beast.

How is Nian'er?

Wen Yan asked.

Upon seeing him, Meng Ci'er became even more displeased. "I will take care of my disciple myself. You don't need to worry about it."

Wen Yan frowned. "Nian'er and I are deeply in love, and it's only natural for me to care about her."

Damn it, I'm about to die, and you two are still causing a scene, huh?

If you want to show off your love, go do it somewhere else!

Yun Fuzhao clenched her fists, a surge of emotions welling up inside her. Her heart pounded, and sharp sounds echoed in her ears.

It's so noisy! So noisy!

Her pupils dilated little by little.

All the great powers: [...] That's all.

Xi Muzhe rewarded a wisp of divine consciousness.

This divine sense did not land on Yun Fuzhao, but instead seemed to come alive, entering the body of Yu Ze, who was lying on the verge of death to the side.

Yun Fuzhao's pupils stopped dilating.

It has to be you again.

“Something’s not right,” Chang Shen interrupted the two’s bickering. He turned his head and his pupils dilated in shock. “It’s the demons!”

The two men's expressions changed as they watched the blood-covered boy slowly get up from the ground, the large hole in his chest healing at an astonishing speed.

He was surrounded by black mist, and his eyes were cold and gloomy.

"Meng Ci'er! How dare you take in a disciple of the Demon Clan?!"

Meng Ci'er's face turned ashen. "He was brought back by Qu Wangzhi!"

The three of them were on high alert.

Demons are notoriously warlike and ruthless; fighting them often results in defeat and may even cost you your life.

Moreover, the aura emanating from the young man before them was already terrifying.

Meng Ci'er: "Are the three of us afraid of not being able to beat a mere brat?"

Chang Shen: "Three people? We're just here to watch the show, we're not getting involved in your business."

After saying that, Chang Shen led Wen Yan back several dozen meters, looking like he was watching a show.

Meng Ci'er was furious, but dared not retaliate. He raised his hand and said to the giant rune python at his feet, "Go."

The rolling runes are like sharp blades; they can turn a person into mincemeat if they get too close.

Yu Ze slammed his palm to the ground, and the black mist surged forth like a raging sea, rapidly corroding and decaying the vegetation wherever it went.

Black fog obscured the sky and blocked out the sun.

Meng Ci'er's expression changed slightly. He touched the ground with his feet and flew dozens of meters backward.

The giant python formed by the incantation crumbled and disintegrated under the black mist, lying scattered on the ground, slowly turning.

After an incense stick had burned, the black mist dissipated, and Yu Ze and Yun Fuzhao were nowhere to be seen.

"You just let the demons escape like that? Meng Ci'er, did you do this on purpose?"

"Easy for you to say. If you're so capable, why don't you try breaking into his black mist?"

Chang Shen remained silent.

Meng Ci'er flicked his sleeves, ignoring the two, and went straight back to the trial hall. He said to the disciples, "Announce this: Yun Fuzhao is wanted throughout the entire cultivation world. She colluded with the demons and harmed her fellow disciples. If anyone can capture her, the Boundless Sword Sect is willing to pay a hundredfold reward."

Song Ying had just woken up when she heard this and was so angry that she vomited blood again. "Sect Master, what do you mean by the demon race?"

"You're inseparable from Yun Fuzhao, so you're probably an accomplice. Guards, lock her in the dungeon!"

"Wait a minute."

An old man with a white beard strolled in, yawning lazily. "Sect Master, it's not right to wrong someone like this, is it?"

If Yun Fuzhao were there, she would recognize that the old man was the one who took her blanket from the library that time.

"Qu Wangzhi, are you trying to protect her?"

Qu Wangzhi stood slouching, his insteps rubbing against his calves every now and then, his eyes half-closed, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"What do you mean by 'covering up'? Why are you saying such nasty things?" Qu Wangzhi put his arm around Meng Ci'er's shoulder like a good buddy. "The demons are so well disguised, even you didn't see through them, did you?"

Meng Ci'er coldly slapped his hand away, "Wasn't Yu Ze the one you brought back? You are equally suspicious."

Qu Wangzhi innocently raised his hands, "Me? I brought him back because I felt sorry for the child. In the dead of winter, his snot was frozen into icicles."

"Womanly compassion." Meng Ci'er had no intention of letting Song Ying and the others off so easily. "They're courting death by attacking me; they're no longer worthy of being disciples of the Boundless Sword Sect. Pack your bags and get out of here!"

The faces of the group turned pale instantly.

Qu Wangzhi tried to smooth things over, saying, "Oh dear, why be so ruthless? People finally manage to get into the inner sect."

Why are you talking so much today?

"How about this, my Health Preservation Peak is short a few people to do things, so let a few of them go to my place."

Meng Ci'er was naturally unwilling, as doing so would undoubtedly challenge his authority, and he refused without hesitation.

Qu Wangzhi added with a smile, "A seventh-grade detoxification pill. To save your little disciple, how about that? Pretty sincere, right?"