I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Miao Miao: "..."

That's terrible.

That's terrible.

Miao Miao could sense Ye Qinghan's grief even from a distance. The problem was, it wasn't her house that had been robbed. Miao Miao just chuckled twice and, standing there, casually advised him, "A man has to be strong."

She made a gesture that said, "Go for it!"

Ye Jianqiang: "..."

Five sword spirits appeared together, entangled the Seventh Elder, and surrounded him in the center. Heavenly lightning followed closely behind Ye Qiao. As long as Ye Qiao did not deliberately rush towards them, how to avoid the aftershocks of the heavenly lightning was up to each person's own ability.

That was no longer their concern. Under the heavenly thunder, the group displayed their unique abilities. Five sword spirits surrounded the Seventh Elder tightly, and the dazzling sword light almost blinded them.

Is this the legendary high-level match?

Excuse me, everyone says that the Changming Sect has never had any weak sword cultivators since ancient times. They envy her for not having to work hard at such a young age, and for having three senior brothers taking turns to carry her.

So she wasn't brought along.

It was the big dad who took him flying.

Xie Chuxue, on the other side, immediately called out to Ye Qiao, indicating that she had something to do and should hurry up, "You go. We'll do this."

He knew Ye Qiao had come here with a purpose. After several attempts to probe, the little devil kept her mouth shut. Even today, Xie Chuxue still couldn't figure out what she was doing here.

Nonsense, even if he racked his brains, he could never have imagined that a little brat could participate in the Tribulation Trial, and that the final trial would take place right in front of his own house.

Ye Qiao hurriedly thanked him and immediately turned around and went into the Ghost King Tower.

Ultimately, Ye Qiao was more worried about the situation in her own world. If the Seventh Elder in this world had gone mad like this, she was afraid that her own world wasn't much better off.

She had to strike while the iron was hot and kill Yun Que.

Amidst the chaos of the battle, only Ye Qiao remained steadfast in her resolve to kill Yun Que.

In this realm, spring is vibrant and exudes a gentle aura. Vines lift people up, and delicate flowers entwine around their fingertips. Xie Chuxue brushes these flowers away and lowers her brows.

Speaking of which, what type of field does Ye Qiao belong to?

Wood-based domain?

*

When the tower spirit saw Ye Qiao crawl in, it completely broke down.

Could you please not enter my tower while braving the lightning strikes? It's an innate spiritual artifact, and it can't withstand being struck by heavenly lightning.

Yun Que was imprisoned in the Ghost King Tower for a whole day. She paced back and forth anxiously, biting her fingers. No matter what she did, she couldn't get out of the eighteen-story Ghost King Tower. Moreover, each floor was accompanied by ingenious mechanisms that Yun Que couldn't overcome. She could only be trapped on a certain floor, struggling bitterly without being able to get out.

"Master, what should we do?" She gently tapped on the outer wall of the tower, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.

"A spiritual artifact, a tower, legend says it only takes in and never comes out." The other person sighed softly, "I don't know what methods she used to subdue such a primordial spiritual artifact."

Innate spiritual artifacts are extremely rare.

This disciple's background is quite extraordinary. Little Magpie doesn't know how she offended him, that he's determined to kill her.

Yun Que: "Please help me, Master."

"Don't worry, I'll help you," he gently reassured her. "It's just that the girl also carries the aura of a remnant soul."

He lowered his eyes in deep thought, wondering... who this powerful being was.

He and Yun Que were one, and he helped the other solve many messes at crucial moments. However, this time he had a bad feeling.

It feels like things are unlikely to turn out well.

The moment Ye Qiao stepped into the Ghost King Tower, she stomped her foot, flipped the pages of the secret book in her hand, and her tentacles attacked her from all directions, blocking all of Yun Que's paths.

Yun Que had never seen such a disgusting and sinister spiritual artifact. Her sea of ​​consciousness could not reach that level, but she was able to find someone to help her. The moment the legendary Sword Master appeared, his eyes turned cold, and a cold light flashed, cutting all the threads of the Dark Book into fragments that fell to the ground.

Ye Qiao, holding the book, gently stepped back and asked:

"Who are you?"

The female lead has a golden finger—an old man, oh no, a beautiful master?

She brought along that bitch, Xiao Ai.

Ye Qiao was indignant that he was still plotting against her.

The other party, who was using Yun Que's body, had an unusually cold expression and a slightly restrained aura, like a sharp sword sheathed, exuding a strong sense of oppression. His voice was extremely indifferent, revealing a hint of arrogance. He lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "You don't need to care about my name. After all, the dead are not worthy of knowing it."

Hmm.

Ye Qiao hadn't seen anyone so arrogant in eight hundred years. Who was the last person to spout such nonsense, a disciple of some family, or some demon whose grave was overgrown with weeds?

She quickly mobilized her spiritual energy, looked at him expressionlessly, and then smiled: "Fine, since that's the case, then I'll call you Gou Sheng."

She and the Seventh Elder had expended a lot of spiritual energy, and were also in pain from being struck by lightning. Ye Qiao communicated with Mu Li in her mind and asked him if their chances of winning were high.

Mu Li merely sneered, her expression filled with disdain.

Ye Qiao was immediately relieved.

The man's expression remained unchanged upon hearing these mocking words, clearly demonstrating that as a powerful being, his composure was as firm as a mountain and his defenses were not easily broken.

His aura was as unfathomable as an abyss, his expression icy, and the atmosphere exceptionally oppressive. He slowly spoke, "I observe that you possess considerable talent, and you have inherited the Dao of All Living Beings. You should be a cultivator with a righteous heart. Why are you so aggressive? Do you insist on putting me to death?"

Little Magpie clearly didn't do anything to her.

Even after several exchanges, he was still being overpowered by her. He frowned, feeling that Ye Qiao was too domineering and unreasonable.

Ye Qiao's temper flared up instantly. She twirled her spirit sword and said coldly, "I won't repeat myself, she must die today."

Nonsense. Putting aside her grudges with Yun Que for now, wasn't the original owner innocent?

Let her die.

Ye Qiao slashed with her spirit sword, just as the lightning tribulation began to strike her again. Her knees buckled slightly, and she noticed that the Sword Master's expression had also changed slightly.

"Why is the lightning tribulation chasing you?"

She did not show any signs of breaking through to a higher realm.

Ye Qiao answered irrelevantly, "I'm going to kill her today. Understand?" Whether for the original owner's sake or for the trial, Yun Que had to die. Heaven hadn't left her any way out, and Ye Qiao had no intention of backing down either.

The Sword Master smiled faintly, conjuring a sword in his hand and hovering it in front of him. "You think you can handle this?"

The cultivation levels within the Ghost King Tower are all suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage.

In terms of swordsmanship, no matter how talented she is, she can't compare to a legendary swordsman from thousands of years ago. But that's okay, Ye Qiao can call for backup.

"What are you thinking? Of course you don't need me." Ye Qiao looked at him like he was an idiot. She wasn't stupid; she couldn't win but still had to force her way in.

"Xiao Ai".

Mu Lihu's body trembled: "Yes."

Mu Li was tens of thousands of years older than him, had seen all kinds of sword techniques, and had never seen Jun as his natal spirit sword.

Even if I don't want to admit it, the two of us are the most compatible.

Ye Qiao's gaze turned cold: "Kill him."

The remnant souls still had to fight each other, since they were using each other's bodies anyway. She didn't think that Mu Li, the first Demon Lord, was any worse than that Sword Lord.

"Okay," Mu Li agreed.

At the moment their souls exchanged, the Sword Master raised his eyes warily and noticed that Ye Qiao's originally peaceful aura had changed in an instant.

Tian Lei, observing the situation from above, suddenly didn't know who to strike. His main target was Ye Qiao, but Ye Qiao had already run away, allowing another remnant soul to log in. Yun Que did the same, with each of them carrying a remnant soul.

Everyone's calling in reinforcements, right?

Without hesitation, the lightning struck again, creating a massive electric net that rained down on Mu Li and the Sword Master. Having endured countless lightning tribulations in their past lives, the two remained calm, maintaining their composure even in the face of pain.

You can lose your head, you can bleed, but you can't lose your dignity.

Mu Li stomped her foot on the ground, gripped the Unseen Lord sword, and the black sword spirit gently attached itself to the sword. In an instant, the aura of slaughter rippled outwards.

The two stood facing each other, each holding a sword.

One is gloomy and cold, the other is desolate and cold.

"May I ask who you are?" The Sword Master finally dropped his nonchalant and indifferent attitude towards Ye Qiao, and his tone became more respectful.

At the same time, a warning bell rang in his heart. For some reason, he felt particularly ominous about this person, especially when he was with that black sword. The intense killing intent almost permeated the entire Ghost King Tower.

"You don't need to know who I am, after all, the dead are not worthy to know my name." Mu Li's eyes were exceptionally indifferent, as if he were looking down at ants, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a cold smile: "You only need to understand one thing."

"Those who block my way shall die."