Aiming for the Immortal Path

After receiving Su Twelve's confirmation, Ye Qingxue's beautiful eyes glowed with brilliance.

Bits and pieces of my past experiences quickly popped into my mind, and my excitement couldn't calm down for a long time.

Thousands of words, but in the end they just turned into a sigh, "Fellow Taoist, you... saved me again."

"Fellow Daoist Yin is joking, you and I are friends of life and death, and it is natural to help each other."

Su Twelve smiled lightly and his attitude was very kind.

There were also a lot of emotions in my heart. Ye Qingxue and I were at odds with each other at first, but they didn't expect to meet by fate, but step by step, they formed a deep friendship.

"Since we are friends of life and death, why do fellow Taoists call me so vividly? Now that I have returned to my real name, Ye Qingxue, why not call me Qingxue, and I will call you big brother. It is worse than calling me a fellow Taoist, which seems very foreign. ”

Ye Qingxue smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

"Qingxue?" Su Twelve hesitated for a moment and tried to call her.

"Brother, do you think this is bad?" Ye Qingxue asked with a smile.

"It is indeed much more cordial than being a fellow Taoist. Let's get back to the subject. Your encounter in quicksand this time is related to these two people?"

Su Twelve continued to speak, saying that a certain cold light burst out, and he suddenly turned around to look at An Yue and the two people behind him.

She watched helplessly as Ye Qingxue went from being lifeless to her body functioning and regaining her vitality.

This scene alone made An Yue and the two of them feel like they had fallen into an ice cave.

Hearing Su Twelve's questioning voice, and then meeting Sen Han's sharp gaze, the last trace of luck in their hearts was shattered, and everything was in chaos for a moment.

The first reaction was to try to run away.

But no matter what kind of secret technique or talisman method it was, neither of them could use it under Su Twelve's powerful aura.

At the same time, facing Su Twelve's inquiry, Ye Qingxue's eyes fell on An Yue and Lingxi.

Looking at the two figures in front of me, previous memories emerged,

Ye Qingxue suddenly became furious.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "That's right! These two are young girls who are now in the same sect of Xuannv Building, but they can set up a trap to deceive me and try to kill me."

"Very good. That being the case, I know what to do now."

Su Twelve nodded indifferently, the aura around his body fluctuated, and in an instant, shocking murderous intent spread, covering An Yue and the two of them.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"We...we are from Xuannv Tower. If you dare to attack us, you are the enemy of Xuannv Tower!"

Under the murderous intention, An Yue and the two felt the pressure doubled, as if they were enveloped by the shadow of death.

In a panic, the two of them made noises one after another, trying to move out of Xuannv Building to intimidate the people in front of them.

Ants are greedy for life, and they are no exception.

If you can live well, naturally no one wants to die easily.

"Being an enemy of Xuannv Tower? You just made things difficult for me in the past, but now you are even more cruel to the same sect. I'm afraid even Xuannv Tower won't tolerate you, right?"

Su Twelve asked indifferently, and slowly moved forward step by step as he spoke.

With every step they took, the pressure on the two of them was increasing.

"Even if you make a mistake, you will be punished according to the rules of Xuannv Tower. Are you, an outsider, trying to interfere in the affairs of our Xuannv Tower?"

An Yue suppressed her fear and continued shouting at Su Twelve.

At this moment, she had no other choice.

The monstrous murderous intention made her feel as if she was in a turbulent sea that could overturn her life at any time.

"So...is this your last resort to escape punishment?"

Su Twelve snorted disdainfully.

By the way, the sword in his hand is pointing at Ling Kong Kong's painting.

Under the urging of the sword art, the Nirvana Sword made a clanging sound and rushed out from the small universe of Su Twelve Dantian in the form of a streak of red light.

The flying sword revealed its sword body, condensed more than a hundred awe-inspiring sword energy, and rushed straight towards An Yue and the two of them.

For a monk in the out-of-body stage, even a casual blow can be enough to destroy the world for a Yuanying monk.

Watching the sword light coming towards them, An Yue and the others were trembling in front of them. They tried to dodge, but they couldn't move at all.

"hateful……"

Seeing the sword light flying towards them, they were about to kill both of them.

At the critical moment of life and death, a violent aura suddenly emerged from An Yue's body, and then, locked by Su Twelve's aura, she teleported one step.

And with this movement, she was about to move behind her companion, Lingxi.

Almost at the same time, the Nirvana Sword flew in with its sharp sword energy.

"Pfft...Senior Sister An Yue, you..."

With a muffled sound of flesh and blood being pierced, hundreds of sword qi all bombarded Lingxi's body. Under the impact of the sword qi, Lingxi's Yuan Gong was instantly dissipated.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he turned around with difficulty to look at the person behind him. His eyes were filled with resentment, which was then replaced by regret.

If...if he wasn't tempted by the benefits promised by the other party and didn't get involved in this matter, he would definitely still be one of the disciples of Xuannvlou.

Even if the cultivation resources are less, they are still rich compared to outside monks. If one is willing to work hard and given time, there may not be a chance of overcoming the tribulation and hitting the out-of-body stage.

It's a pity that there has never been a regret medicine in this world. It's too late to regret it now.

Before Lingxi could finish his words, the sword energy in his body exploded, and his whole body exploded in the air, turning into blood mist and dissipating in the sky, leaving no bones left.

He watched helplessly as his fellow disciples died in front of him, and he was blocking the path of death for himself.

After a fatal blow, An Yue showed no trace of shame on her face.

Some... are just happy to survive the disaster.

However, before she had time to be happy, a red light shone in her eyes, and in the light, a sword light cut through the sky, killing her.

The fiery red light reflected An Yue's frightened eyes.

Su Twelve was already murderous, so how could he let An Yue spare his life just because of An Yue's little tricks?

The Nirvana Sword was as fast as lightning. It rushed in front of An Yue in the blink of an eye and was about to kill him.

But at this critical moment, an awe-inspiring sword light pierced the sky and roared towards him.

The sword light from afar was extremely fast and rushed into the battlefield in an instant, landing right between Nirvana Sword and An Yue.

The sword body was shrouded in a bright light. The sword body had not yet appeared, but a terrifying sword intent was released.

The Nirvana Sword is of extraordinary grade, and the sword is blessed by the weapon spirit and Nanming Lihuo, making it full of spirituality.

Feeling the astonishing sword intent coming from the front, before Su Twelve could take action, the Nirvana Sword materialized and stabilized the sword body.

On the surface of the flying sword, the weapon spirit is looming, staring ahead, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hiss... what kind of flying sword is this? How can it make the Nirvana Sword so afraid?"

"However, although we have not seen the original appearance of this flying sword, judging from the dazzling light, the flying sword inside is probably blessed by a spiritual fire that is not weaker than Nanming Lihuo."

Su Twelve frowned slightly, looked ahead, and his pupils shrank.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly raised his head and quickly looked in the direction of the flying sword.

At this moment, a crane croaked from outside the sky, and another stream of light flew over.

The speed of the streamer slowed down, and a spiritual crane as white as snow stretched its wings and slowly glided to the ground.

On the back of the crane, standing proudly was a long-haired woman wearing a long skirt mainly black with red trim, a bun on her head and a crown.