After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

He had no choice but to fall into this conspiracy and follow Shang Miaoyan's wishes.

Since Shang Miaoyan is so arrogant, let's be more serious and proactive tonight, finish work early and go home early.

Let you, the evil girl, see how powerful Pei Jianxian is when he gives it his all!

Back when we were in the Holy Maiden Temple, you never defeated me even when you were not taking drugs!

……

Qing Yueqiu put all his effort into it, and the sword energy from the Liuying Sword danced like a wild wind, instantly cutting off Yin Xiangzhen's limbs, heart and head.

Amidst the splattering of blood, Qing Yueqiu landed on the ground as lightly as a butterfly.

But she looked at the blood dripping down from the blade of her sword and felt a little confused.

"Is it over? How could the opponent be so vulnerable... No! "

'When I killed him, there was no cheering from the audience, and the sound of the environment did not seem to change at all... I am now under an illusion!'

Qing Yueqiu recalled the practical knowledge taught by Pei Yuhan and realized that she had fallen into the enemy's trap. Her beautiful eyes widened and she thought to herself that this was not good.

……

"Shang Miaoyan, what do you want to do? You just cast an illusion on me, making me follow you in the illusion...

Do it! "

Pei Yuhan broke through the illusion, grabbed Shang Miaoyan's slender white wrist, and pulled her over without mercy.

Shang Miaoyan had tears in her eyes and complained in a tender voice: "Xiao Han, please be gentler. I pinched your wrist until it turned red."

"Don't change the subject for me!"

Under Pei Yuhan's angry glare, Shang Miaoyan said a little aggrievedly: "I know that if Xiaohan gets serious, Miaoyan will definitely not be his opponent. In order to let you stay with me for a while longer, I can only resort to this last resort."

"You are shameless!"

Pei Yuhan stood up angrily, prepared to get dressed and leave, determined not to play with this saint who always played tricks on him.

But Shang Miaoyan hugged him and didn't let Pei Yuhan leave.

"No, according to the Soul Contract, you haven't given me the Pure Yang Essence today. Pei Yuhan, you really don't have the spirit of the contract. You can't leave!"

Pei Yuhan was blamed and was speechless, "I don't have the spirit of the contract? It was obviously you who cheated first!"

"I'm not cheating. When we made the contract, didn't we say that we couldn't use illusions to delay time?"

"you!"

"Okay~ don't be angry."

"Now that you've discovered me, Xiaohan... let's officially get started~"

Shang Miaoyan didn't give Pei Yuhan a chance to react, she turned over and pushed Pei Yuhan down.

……

puff-

Qing Yueqiu cut off Yin Xiangzhen's arm with a sword and frowned slightly with some regret.

The opportunity was finally seized and I was just about able to cut him in half.

The other party must have become alert. Next time, it won’t be so easy.

"What an amazing little girl... She was able to break my illusion."

Yin Xiangzhen covered his broken arm, and his eyes turned from contempt to fear when he looked at Qing Yueqiu.

This woman's swordsmanship is terrifyingly ferocious. I wonder how much murderous sin she has in her heart to create such a situation.

It's ridiculous that this ruthless killer is actually a disciple of a righteous sect...

"Since illusion doesn't work, then whoever survives tonight will have to rely on their strength!"

Yin Xiangzhen grabbed his own severed arm and cast a sorcery to make the blood on the cross section of the severed arm boil. As the blood intertwined, a blood sword actually grew out of it.

Qing Yueqiu did not dare to be careless when seeing this, but she was not afraid either. With scarlet blood flashing in her eyes, she rushed forward to kill him.

The fight between Liuying and the Blood Sword made the entire arena buzz.

Qing Yueqiu secretly felt lucky that he had disguised Liuying and brought her to the arena. If he had used an ordinary spirit sword from yesterday, the blade would have broken in such an intense duel.

Gajigaji~

A wet and sticky sound entered Qing Yueqiu's ears, making her feel uncomfortable instinctively.

What's that sound? It doesn't seem to come from the other person's body.

It is - coming from this broken-arm bloody sword!

Suddenly, an eye opened on the blood sword and locked onto Qing Yueqiu, who had no time to retreat.

In an instant, a powerful mental force surged into Qing Yueqiu's sea of ​​consciousness, awakening her most fearful memories and turning them into illusions, allowing her to experience them as if she were there.

Qing Yueqiu’s eyes widened.

She saw... saw her own master, who was now in front of her, entangled with the Saintess of the Yin-Yang Holy Land—

The interweaving of figures and the unconcealed sounds of indulgence.

Qing Yueqiu could vaguely hear something breaking inside his body.

……

"No, no... spare me, my dear husband~"

"Who is your husband?"

Pei Yuhan reached out and took the clothes to cover Her Highness the Saint's mouth.

Now that Shang Miaoyan has voluntarily admitted defeat, he can actually leave...but the evil fire that has been aroused cannot be extinguished.

Pei Yuhan's eyes were dazed, and he just wanted to put out this restlessness.

Just pretend that... the person in my arms is Li Yuan.

Shang Miaoyan looked at Pei Yuhan closing his eyes and hugging her passionately.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

She spit out the clothes that were blocking her mouth, then held Pei Yuhan's head compassionately and whispered in his ear: "That's it...Xiaohan, just follow your heart~"

……

"Lady, please spare me! We are all human, don't kill each other!"

Yin Xiangzhen kept rolling backwards on the ground begging for mercy, but his legs had been cut off and he couldn't even escape.

Qing Yueqiu pressed forward step by step with the magic sword in hand, and the cheers and shouts of "kill" from countless spectators seemed to be a coronation ceremony for her killing.

Her scarlet eyes glanced at Yin Xiangzhen, making the latter feel chilled to the bone.

"You shouldn't have tainted my eyes with illusions... You shouldn't have insulted him like this."

"He will never be as bad as described in your illusion! You are lying to me! You are lying to me!"

As Qing Yueqiu spoke, he stabbed down with his sword, cutting off Yin Xiangzhen's one arm and turning him into a human stick.

“Ah ...

Yin Xiangzhen whimpered in pain. He didn't understand what his illusion had made the woman in front of him see? Why did his strength suddenly become so terrifying...

Is this kind of person really not the second life of a female devil?

Yin Xiangzhen, the brutal demon cultivator who had always been refining other people's spirits, was completely frightened.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his jaw was brutally cut off by a cold light.

He could only use his remaining eyes to watch Qing Yueqiu walk towards him.

"Using illusion on me is the decision you should regret most in your life."

"Who cares if you and I are of the same race? You insulted him, so you deserve to die."

There was a flash of bloodthirsty excitement in Qingyueqiu's scarlet eyes, and she was now completely immersed in the pleasure of killing.

puff! !

Liuying pierced through the enemy's spine, and blood spurted out like a salute.

"Hanqiu! Hanqiu!"

"Hanqiu, Hanqiu!!"

At this moment, the audience's praise reached its climax.

Everything was cheering for the girl's killing.

Chapter 227 The Saint's Pregnancy Plan

Qing Yueqiu looked at herself in the glass mirror and pursed her lips slightly.

In the mirror, her skin is as white as snow, her lips are as thin as flower petals, she is cool and beautiful but not coquettish...

But her eyes, which were originally as crimson as gems, were now full of red blood, which broke the previous harmony and made her look as beautiful as a sword dripping with blood, full of aggression and indescribable demonic energy.

"After killing Yin Xiangzhen, the killing force in my body transformed again. I didn't expect that my eyes would become so demonic... If Master saw it, he would definitely think that I secretly practiced some demonic skills."

Qing Yueqiu was a little worried that her eyes would always be like this. This didn't look like a disciple of the righteous sect. Instead, it looked like a female devil who might stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world at any time...

However, when Qing Yueqiu thought of the so-called "righteous disciples", he recalled the scenes he saw in Xuanyuan Dark City.

Aren’t all those tourists in Xuanyuan Dark City disciples of the righteous path?

But how can their ugly desires be worthy of the word "right path"?

The masterminds behind the Xuanyuan Dark City can only be the high-ranking figures in the Dao Sect. They may also be the "saints" who are worshipped in temples built by the people all over the world.

But these saints used the Xuanyuan Dark City to make huge fortunes and indulged their disciples in lust and gambling. What’s the difference between them and the devil?

If the so-called righteous disciples are just like this, then Qingyueqiu feels that it doesn't matter if he is not worthy of it.

"They are all hypocritical guys... Only Master is a truly spotless and noble person."

"It's great to be taken in by Master~!"