"Hey, Wang Zhen, what's going on? Why are there so many magic circles at the door? ”

"I don't know, the head of the house ordered us to guard the magic circle and not let anyone in."

"Well, how did we end up on such a boring errand?"

"Hehe, Li Fangming, do you think that every time you go to Qinglian Mountain, you will have a good errand to kill people and make women casually?"

Wang Zhen and Li Fangming were the deacon disciples of the Feiyun Sect, and they had just been assigned by the head of the sect, Bai Liu, to guard in front of the gate of Chang'an Palace.

When the two of them arrived, they also saw that both the Zhenyang Sect and the Thunder Sword Sect had many disciples guarding the door.

When I asked, I found out that everyone was ordered by the above to guard the magic circle at the door.

They were all a little puzzled, today the three major sects had laid a total of hundreds of magic arrays inside and outside the Chang'an Palace.

It can be said that even if the masters of the Western Dynasty suddenly attacked, it would take at least a day and a night to break these magic circles.

It's so impregnable, why did you send us over to guard the door?

Wang Zhen and Li Fangming were a little bored, so they chatted with the disciples of Zhenyang Sect and Lei Jian Sect, and after chatting, they realized that everyone had been on Qinglian Mountain at the beginning.

This common topic naturally arises.

So everyone talked about how to "eliminate demons and defend the road" on Qinglian Mountain with great interest, and each showed their own achievements.

How many people were killed, how many women were, etc.

"Let me tell you, I competed with my senior brother to see who killed the most, and all I met were mortals who had no cultivation, and as a result, I killed seventy-eight, and my senior brother only killed thirty."

"But my senior brother met a group of women who were hiding, he didn't let go of any of them, he did them all, damn, although I won, but he was happy!"

At this time, a disciple of the Thunder Sword Sect was talking about his actions on Qinglian Mountain, and the people next to him cheered.

Da, da, da.

At this moment, a crisp sound of footsteps sounded.

Everyone turned around in surprise, only to see a delicate figure walking slowly.

She was wearing a black gauze moire robe, tightly wrapping her charming and concave figure, and her facial features were delicate on a small round face, pure and beautiful, but with a bit of mature charm.

This woman's appearance was far superior to that of countless righteous path fairies, and the disciples were stunned.

"Where did this beauty come from?"

"It's so stunning, it's only seen in my life!"

The disciple who told me about the murder of his senior brother just now stepped forward and looked the woman up and down, and the desire in his eyes was almost irrepressible:

"This fellow Daoist, which sect are you a disciple of, why haven't you seen you?"

The woman didn't look at him, and asked everyone, "Have you all been to Qinglian Mountain?" ”

The disciple laughed and said, "Yes, we are all great heroes who have killed countless demons, fellow Daoist, don't you want to find a Taoist partner?" Take your pick! ”

Wang Zhen suddenly reacted: "Aren't there dozens of magic circles at the door?" How did she get in?! ”

Li Fangming was taken aback: "Black gauze moire robe?!" ”

Everyone was stunned, and then they realized that the black gauze moire robe worn by the woman was somewhat familiar.

Wang Zhen's voice suddenly became a little trembling: "It is rumored that the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate is cold and beautiful, her hair is half red and half white, and she likes to wear black gauze cloud robes!" ”

Everyone looked at the cloud-patterned black robe on the woman's body, and remembered the stern expression of the elders of the sect when they ordered them to guard the gate.

Suddenly, a terrible guess slowly rose from my mind.

Could this woman be

"Good."

The cold and beautiful woman spoke lightly, and her slender hand was slowly raised.

Crunchy.

With the sound of tooth-aching friction, countless cracks appeared in the sky above Chang'an Palace, spreading out layer by layer, making the entire sky look like it was cracked.

Crash!

Subsequently, the more than 100 magic circles covering the surroundings of Chang'an Palace were all shattered, and countless spiritual power runes that made up the magic circles were scattered.

It's like a heavy snowfall.

Among the countless "snowflakes", Wang Zhen, Li Fangming and others were dumbfounded, looking at the delicate woman in front of them, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

The woman took a step forward.

Dozens of deacons and disciples of the three major sects immediately retreated together in shock.

"Y-Don't come here!"

The woman took another step.

Everyone was stunned, as if they had been trampled on their hearts.

The deacon disciple who said that he was killing people in the competition on Qinglian Mountain suddenly covered his throat and wanted to speak, but blood could only keep coming out of his mouth.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the deacon disciple let out a hoarse sound, and then the whole person cracked, was cut into hundreds of pieces, and scattered to the ground with a clatter.

"Ahh

Wang Zhen screamed like a weak woman ravaged by a strong man, but no one around him laughed at him because everyone was screaming.

"Tang Lianjue?!"

Li Fangming shouted in horror, and everyone realized that there were countless lotus petals floating around.

It was these delicate petals that the deacon's disciple had just cut.

Wang Zhen's legs were about to soften: "Isn't Tang Lianjue the practice of the dead demon Chun Hongtang?" Why this summer. Will it be? ”

"This is the number one in the world at the beginning, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate, what can't she do?!"

"Don't say it, let's go together, or we'll all die!"

Someone shouted, and the rest of the people finally mustered up the courage and sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, they were all cultivators above the middle stage of Jindan, and a few of them were still at the peak of Jindan.

With so many people going up together, how could they resist one or two, and hold on until the sect master arrived.

However, as soon as the thought came to mind, everyone stopped.

Wang Zhen looked at his companions around him suspiciously: "Why don't you move?" Rush? ”

He suddenly found that his mouth had dropped, and he looked down in horror to see his body shattered into countless pieces.

When his head fell to the ground, Wang Zhen realized that the ground was littered with fragments of the corpses of his companions.

So many of us died in an instant? How can it be?

He looked at the mouth that fell not far away, desperately used the last spiritual power, and finally said the last three words:

"Xia Qinglian"

Qiu Zhihe stepped on the corpses all over the ground, covered with blood, but his shoes were not half dirty.

She looked calm and continued to move slowly.

Suddenly, the sky above her head darkened, and thunder and lightning converged, and finally turned into a huge thunderbolt like a hill and bombarded down towards her!

Qiu Zhihe continued to walk forward, and a lotus flower bloomed in the air, blocking the huge thunder pillar that fell suddenly.

The lotus flower is soft, but this thunderbolt can't break through.

Autumn knows the lotus step and walks to the center of Chang'an Palace.

In the ground, hundreds of figures appeared around, and the dozens of people led by them were all in the Yuan Infant Realm.

Two of them are the pinnacle of Yuanying.

It was Su Longxiang and White Willow.

"Hahaha, Enchantress! At the beginning, you escaped by luck on Tianlu Mountain, and today you have thrown yourself into the net, no wonder us! ”

Su Long's voice roared like thunder, which calmed down the pale-faced disciples around him.

"Really?"

Qiu Zhihe smiled faintly, looked around, and his eyes were full of disdain:

"Then why don't you even dare to say my name?"

(End of chapter)