68: Walk over my dead body

“Purple Qi from the East! An auspicious omen!”

Upon seeing this, the many Cultivators throughout the Qinghe Region were first shaken.

Then, expressions of wild joy appeared on their faces.

Especially some of the Qinghe Region’s powerhouses, who were even more excited.

Among them, Wan Qingliu and others from the Qinghe Sect trembled violently, vaguely guessing the source of all this.

It’s him, it must be the Young Lord!

He actually attracted a heavenly omen.

How powerful.

“A peerless treasure.”

At this moment, Murong Chuixue, who was originally surrounded by an arrogant aura, was now overjoyed.

Coming to the Qinghe Region this time was an absolute windfall.

Not only could he gain a beautiful Dao Companion with the Immortal Spirit Dao Body, ranked tenth on the Supreme Celestial Body Ranking, but he could also obtain a great Opportunity.

“Hahahahaha…”

In this situation, Murong Chuixue couldn't help but laugh uproariously.

He was truly happy.

“Wang Chong, you take care of the two of them.”

“Zhan Lingtian, come with me to retrieve this Opportunity.”

Murong Chuixue said with a smile.

“As you command, Senior Brother.”

“As you command, Senior Brother.”

Although Wang Chong was also extremely envious of the Opportunity where the purple Qi descended, he dared not defy Murong Chuixue’s intentions.

One must know the cruelty of the Cultivation World; if he dared to defy his Senior Brother’s order, Murong Chuixue might even directly kill him!

“Oh, you come with me too.”

Just as Murong Chuixue was about to move, he suddenly noticed Ji Yue'er.

Such a precious Cauldron must not be missed.

Immediately, a magical power palm directly grabbed towards Ji Yue'er.

“You're courting death!”

Sword Dust’s eyes were slightly red, and he drew his sword to strike.

Boom.

However, in the next moment, the young man’s body trembled violently, and he retreated more than ten feet, feeling a tightness in his chest as if he wanted to vomit blood.

“So strong!”

Sword Dust’s face was solemn, and his figure flickered, appearing in front of Ji Yue'er.

“Senior Sister.”

Ji Yue'er was touched in her heart.

Besides her father and Revered Master, no one had ever been so good to her.

Some people who were good to her always had ulterior motives.

But today, there was one more, her Junior Brother.

“Senior Sister, Revered Master is not here, but I will protect you completely!”

Sword Dust was cold, but the words he spoke were powerful and resounding.

This Murong Chuixue was too strong.

They were simply unable to resist him now.

However, even so, Sword Dust still stood in front of her, making Ji Yue'er completely acknowledge this cold Junior Brother.

Facing Ouyang Chuixue’s pressure.

“Clang!”

At this moment, a sharp Sword Intent erupted from Sword Dust’s body, as if it wanted to soar into the sky.

“Oh, this is… the Aotian Sword Body?!”

“Ranked twentieth on the Supreme Celestial Body Ranking!”

Suddenly sensing something, Murong Chuixue was first stunned, then revealed a look of great joy.

This Qinghe Region was truly his blessed land.

“Hahaha, sword-wielding boy, you come too.”

“Submit to me, and I will help you grow. When I sweep across the Eastern Desolation in the future, you will be my great general.”

Murong Chuixue was incomparably domineering.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

The magical power palm print surged, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.

It pressed down on Sword Dust and Ji Yue'er.

Making the Senior Sister and Junior Brother turn pale and continuously retreat.

“Whoosh, whoosh.”

Suddenly, from within the huge magical power palm print, a five-colored rope, like a spiritual snake, appeared.

“Not good.”

Ji Yue'er’s expression changed.

“Immortal Binding Rope!”

In the distance, Wan Qingliu, who was rapidly shooting over, changed his expression and cried out in alarm.

“Hmph, at least you have some eyesight.”

Murong Chuixue sneered.

“Get lost!”

With a roar, seeing that Wan Qingliu was about to interfere, an angry shout came from beside Murong Chuixue.

It was none other than Zhan Lingtian, who possessed the Crimson Blood Earth-shattering Tiger Bloodline!

“Roar!”

Crimson Blood flames directly collided with Wan Qingliu’s palm print.

Wan Qingliu’s expression changed, and both of them retreated.

What a Prodigy!

One must know that Zhan Lingtian was only at the Grandmaster Realm third level.

Yet, he was able to repel a Fish Leap Realm Sect Master level expert like him.

Ye Liangchen and Gai Shishi did not lose unfairly.

However, with the Fish Leap Realm’s Wan Qingliu entangled by Zhan Lingtian, anyone else who stepped forward would be swept by Murong Chuixue’s magical power, spitting blood and flying backward.

“Is this what a powerhouse is like? So powerless!”

Some Cultivators in the Qinghe Region felt a sense of paleness.

In the face of absolute strength, they were indeed as humble as ants.

Even Luo Qingcheng, a Grandmaster level expert, was filled with helplessness at this moment.

She simply couldn’t intervene.

“Sizzle, sizzle.”

The Immortal Binding Rope pierced through the Void Realm, directly binding Ji Yue'er and Sword Dust.

The two were like large dumplings.

“Don’t struggle, the more you struggle, the tighter this Immortal Binding Rope will get.”

Murong Chuixue said with a faint smile.

He was extremely satisfied with both Sword Dust and Ji Yue'er.

It could be said to be a great harvest from his trip to the Qinghe Region.

Moreover.

What pleased him most was that neither of them had fully grown yet, so they could be tamed and trained, and would surely become his left and right arms on his path to rise.

“Sorry, Senior Sister.”

Sword Dust blamed himself.

“Junior Brother, this is not your fault, he is too strong. However, Revered Master will definitely save us.”

Ji Yue'er was not overly panicked.

Li Luo was synonymous with invincibility in her heart.

And she guessed that the purple Qi that traveled eighty thousand li was definitely caused by her Revered Master.

While admiring Li Luo.

She felt that this arrogant ghost, Murong Chuixue, daring to seek out her Revered Master, was tantamount to courting death.

“Bang, bang, bang.”

Sword Dust and Ji Yue'er were hanging behind Murong Chuixue on the Immortal Binding Rope, and along the way, anyone who blocked them was swept away by Murong Chuixue’s magical power, spitting blood and flying backward.

Including Wan Qingliu, Grand Elder Gai Zhonggai, and several Elder Zhijian.

As for the other small fry, they were defeated by Zhan Lingtian.

Murong Chuixue advanced unimpeded, striding directly towards the place where the purple Qi descended.

Scripture Pavilion.

From afar, Murong Chuixue clearly saw the words on the pavilion.

“Scripture Pavilion, a vital area, stop all who approach!”

Just at this moment, six figures appeared in front of the Scripture Pavilion.

They were the Old Ancestors of the Qinghe Sect.

Among them, the Poker Face Old Ancestor was naturally at the head.

“Get lost, otherwise, I’ll wipe out all of you too.”

Murong Chuixue coldly snorted.

Before, he had only been slightly wary of these six people.

But now, knowing that a great Opportunity was at hand, these six people could not stop him.

Whoever blocked him would die.

Killing intent bloomed in the Poker Face Old Ancestor’s eyes.

The Young Lord was currently inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Since he hadn't come out, he must have entered a critical stage of comprehension, and the purple Qi from the East was the best proof.

What they needed to do was to ensure Li Luo was not disturbed.

“If you want to pass through here, then step over my corpse!”

The Poker Face Old Ancestor said loudly.

“Yes, step over our corpses.”

The other five also shouted in unison.

Seeing this, Murong Chuixue’s face completely darkened, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face: “You old immortals, since you seek death, I will grant it to you!”

Boom.

In the next moment, terrifying magical power erupted from Murong Chuixue’s body.

In an instant, a large palm print struck out towards the six fossil-like powerhouses.

“Form the array!”

The Poker Face Old Ancestor said loudly.

At the same time, the surging magical power within the other five directly poured into the Void Realm.

The Sword Array, rise.

The battle, begins!