Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 80 Please Call Me Ancient Tomb Little Sword Demon Dragon Girl!

Xiaolongnu withdrew her divine sense and walked to the stone gate.

This stone door is very heavy, weighing at least a thousand pounds, and it usually requires a mechanism to open and close it.

This time, however, she only placed her hand on the door, and her palm touched a cold, rough rock.

Without thinking much, I just snapped a picture.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the entire stone door, along with its frame, exploded open, sending shards of stone flying in all directions and striking the stone walls of the passageway with a clattering sound.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel tumbled down.

Little Dragon Girl looked at the stone door that had disappeared before her, then looked down at her own palm.

The palm was completely unharmed, without even a red mark.

OK OK.

With his cultivation at the Innate Realm, coupled with the enhancement of the Sword Bone Demon Heart, it's reasonable that he could shatter a thousand-pound stone door into dust with a single palm strike.

Although she herself did not expect it to be so efficient.

Now that she has such strength, shouldn't she be able to roam freely in the Condor Heroes world?

A figure in white emerged from the ancient tomb, stepping through the swirling smoke and dust.

The moonlight was bright and clear, like silver frost covering the ground.

Under the moonlight, the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain outlined undulating contours, resembling a sleeping giant with a winding spine and long, deep breaths.

The shadows of the ancient pine branches lay across the mountain path, and when the wind blew, they shattered into a swaying ink stain on the ground.

A thin mist rises slowly from the valley floor, entwining the roots of ancient trees and climbing up their trunks, eventually condensing into a veil of mist at the treetops.

The moment Xiaolongnu stepped out of the ancient tomb, moonlight fell upon her.

Dressed in white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall, her clothes fluttered like clouds in the night breeze.

Without hesitation, she took a small step.

As he stepped into the void, a white sword aura suddenly shone beneath his feet.

The sword energy condensed and did not dissipate, transforming into a square step of light about a foot in size, which steadily supported her feet.

Another step.

The second sword energy condensed at a higher position, offset from the first by about a foot, like an invisible step added to the staircase.

She stepped on it, and the third step came naturally, and the third sword energy was generated in response.

Each step is a step, each step blossoms like a lotus.

Those light tiers were condensations of sword energy, with edges as sharp as blades, and their entire bodies flowed with a cold white light.

Little Dragon Girl ascended to the heavens on them, her robes fluttering in the moonlight. She looked like a sword immortal who had stepped out of an ancient painting, detached from worldly affairs and untouched by any earthly concerns.

However, within that sword energy, there were faint wisps of black mist flowing, swirling like snakes in the white light, adding an inexplicable demonic aura to this celestial aura.

Sword Immortal?

It's more like a demonic swordsman!

Little Dragon Girl was preparing to start a live stream in the group chat so that the group of "herself" could see her heroic figure as she ascended to the heavens on a sword.

On second thought, I decided against it.

To go live-stream the killing of Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing is making a mountain out of a molehill.

We can open it another day when we fight the Golden Wheel Monk!

With a thought, she turned off the dark blue light screen.

Looking up towards the southeast, his divine sense had already locked onto the location of the two people.

He walked slowly and steadily up the sword steps in that direction.

Moonlight bathed her, her white robes flowing like silk, shrouded in black mist, like a sword drawn from its sheath, slowly slicing through the night.

The moonlight was bright and clear, like silver frost covering the ground.

Under the moonlight, the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain outlined undulating contours, and the shadows of ancient pine branches lay across the mountain path, shattering into swaying ink stains when the wind blew.

On a small hillside, two Taoist priests were walking furtively.

Zhao Zhijing walked ahead, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his brows furrowed.

"Junior brother, what are you dawdling about?"

No one answered him.

Zhao Zhijing frowned even more deeply and looked back.

Zhen Zhibing stopped ten steps away, as if he had been nailed to the ground.

That usually gentle face was now filled with astonishment, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, staring intently at the end of the mountain path.

"Junior brother?"

Zhao Zhijing followed his gaze.

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Under the moonlight, a white figure slowly walked down from mid-air.

Walking on air.

With each step, a staircase of light would appear out of thin air beneath one's feet, as if an invisible hand were laying the steps.

Her white robes fluttered in the night wind, her black hair cascaded down her back, and white sword energy swirled around her, while black mist swirled around her.

The moonlight shone on her, illuminating her face in every detail. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters rippling across the surface, clear and cold as jade.

Zhen Zhibing's mind went blank.

is her.

I glimpsed it from afar outside the mountain gate that time, and I longed for it for several days.

Now that they were so close, the face in the moonlight was so clear it seemed etched into my eyes.

He subconsciously took a step forward, his lips moving.

"Junior brother, be careful, she's a demoness!"

Zhao Zhijing's voice came from beside him, low and urgent.

His hand gripped the sword hilt, his knuckles turning white. "To be able to walk on air is clearly sorcery. Quick, let's go back and report to our Master!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Zhen Zhibing's sleeve.

It didn't move.

Zhen Zhibing stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the white figure, unable to look away.

"What enchantress? She's clearly a fairy!"

He muttered to himself.

Little Dragon Girl stood on the sword steps, looking down at the two Taoists on the barren slope.

Zhen Zhibing tilted his head back, his eyes filled with a burning light, like a believer looking up at a god, or a hungry ghost drooling over a delicious meal.

That face from the original story, that scene that disgusted her countless times.

A surge of anger welled up in my chest.

She had just been attacked by another version of herself in the group chat, a dimensional reduction attack where ten thousand swords returned to their source and black mist materialized, flattening several mountains with a single sword strike.

She had finally broken through to the Innate Realm, but almost suffered a qi deviation during her cultivation.

I finally managed to come out and show off a bit, and then I ran into these two!

Especially Zhen Zhibing's eyes.

That look reminded her of a scene from a novel she had read countless times before she transmigrated, and then she thought about her current body.

Fuck!

She leaped down the sword steps, her white robes landing with a muffled thud.

"What did you just call me?"

Xiaolongnu stared at Zhao Zhijing, her voice not loud, but as cold as if she had been pulled out of an ice cellar.

Zhao Zhijing took a half step back under that gaze, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his lips moving as he uttered, "Demon—demon woman—ah, you are Little Dragon Girl!"

"A witch?"

Little Dragon Girl repeated the word, a smirk playing on her lips, revealing a set of white teeth. "You call this a demoness?"

She raised her hand, and a sword aura shot out from her fingertips, flew past Zhao Zhijing's ear, and disappeared into the mountain wall behind her with a "whoosh".

Pebbles fell in a flurry, leaving a three-foot-long crack on the mountainside, its edges as smooth as a mirror.

Zhao Zhijing's face turned pale instantly.

Zhen Zhibing finally came to his senses, staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Little Dragon Girl looked down at Zhen Zhibing sitting on the ground. The light in her eyes had turned into fear, and the infatuated look she had just had was completely gone.

"And you—"

She scoffed, "Fairy? Do you even deserve that title?"

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