Female supporting style is wrong

"Who are you?" A powerful aura appeared outside the sect, and Taoist Qingxu came out and spoke to the two god-transformation monks.

"You don't need to know who we are." The monk's tone was indifferent, and he treated the people of Qingshan Sect with great contempt.

"After all, you are going to die soon."

"What's going on?" The second senior sister who was attracted by the fight was extremely shocked. The seventh senior sister who was sewing a wedding dress also hurried out with the wedding dress, "Who are these two people?"

"One, two...nine," the monk counted and frowned, "The Silent Song that the sect leader specially emphasized is not among them."

"It's okay. If her masters and sisters are all dead, the young disciple will surely come back in time."

"It doesn't matter if they can't come back. We can keep their lives and use them as bait."

"They want to attack the little junior sister!" The second senior sister's eyes widened, and the usually lively and laughing eighth junior brother also looked serious. He found the sound transmission jade slip and wanted to send a message to Ji Ge.

However, the two god-transformation monks set up a formation here, blocking the possibility of them sending a warning to Ji Ge.

"If you are willing to listen to us," the monk looked down at them with a haughty attitude, "then we can allow you to live a few more days."

"Don't even think about it." Taoist Qingxu showed his weapon and said with a smart smile, "Have you ever seen a master who helps a tyrant to harm his disciples?!"

No one was willing to agree, even the usually weak Sixth Senior Sister clenched her weapon and did not flinch.

Killing, blood, a silent massacre was staged in the Qingshan Sect, just like the movements of a small sect in an ordinary family in the secular world gradually disappeared.

Ji Ge stared blankly.

She suddenly pounced on him.

The girl's palm penetrated their bodies and fell into the air. She watched helplessly as her master, brothers and sisters fell to the ground one by one, and even their souls were crushed in anger by the god-transformation monk who failed to achieve his goal.

She covered her face, tears falling from her fingers like an endless rain.

How can it be so sad? !

It was like a sharp knife passing through his body, causing pain that was more severe than Ling Chi's.

Cutting out the heart and bones, the pain is heartbreaking.

Heartbreaking pain, nothing more than that.

She was in so much pain that she could hardly stand. Jie Qiu Jian hurriedly held the ground to support her crumbling body.

But even though it hurt, she didn't look away.

Until a certain moment, she stretched out her hand. Her tears had not yet been wiped away, but she pressed her fingers coldly.

The image is strangely still.

She waved, and the souls of the gradually disappearing sect companions floated towards her palm, forming a crystal bead.

Even gods cannot change history and save the dead. However, Ji Ge went back to the past and collected the souls of Qingxu Taoist and others when their bodies and souls dissipated, which was a loophole in the law.

She mobilized all the luck in this world to collect the fragile souls of her sect's relatives and friends.

The spiritual energy was withered, and the birds cried in panic, making mournful calls.

The heaven and earth were shattered, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood.

This is a true mountain and river disaster.

It is the destruction brought to the world by the new way of heaven. Those powerful people who did not participate in the killing came out one after another, anxious to find out the reason for the disappearance of the spiritual energy.

Their cultivation level declined step by step, and soon they were unable to even control a sword.

The end of cultivation has arrived.

The Holy Master's body trembled, and his cultivation, like the others, disappeared at an unimaginable speed.

In the river of time, all the soul fragments have been collected.

Ji Ge frowned, all her luck had been consumed. However, this world had experienced a war between immortals and demons thousands of years ago, and she had taken away all her luck before she could recover, so the boundary wall became fragile.

She sensed that some evil aura had its eyes on this world.

Moreover, the souls she collected were incomplete, and incomplete souls could not be resurrected. She needed an extremely large amount of luck to make up for the missing souls.

Ji Ge sighed, suddenly feeling something, and raised his eyebrows, "You came so fast?"

She stepped out of the river of time.

When she succeeded Tiandao, she also received a lot of information, including news from the divine realm that transcended thousands of planes.

Presumably the divine realm sensed the anomaly in this plane, so it sent gods down to deal with it.

Jing Qiu Sword followed Jing Ge closely, but was suddenly swung away by her.

It froze for a moment.

"Master, don't you want to tweet?" Chiujiu whined aggrievedly.

"No," Ji Ge said seriously, "Jiu Jiu, I need you to help me complete something."

The space was torn open, and the Jingqiu Sword that turned into a bell fell into other planes.

It remembered what Ji Ge said to it when they parted, "Jiu Jiu, protect this soul pearl until I find you."

When Jige became the new way of heaven, she got a glimpse of the future.

Because of this, she needs to stay outside.

The last look of Jiujiu was of Jige's back walking towards Shen Xue. She was heading towards an unknown fate without hesitation.

The separation is long and the reunion is unpredictable.

Jiujiu traveled through many planes, and finally reached an agreement with a powerful monk in a cultivation plane full of spiritual energy. He provided it with a place to rest, and it provided shelter for the descendants of his sect in times of crisis. .

The monk agreed.

Silent Song never appeared, and without its owner around, its condition became worse and worse, and finally fell into a deep sleep to consume the lonely and hopeless time.

It doesn't know how far in the future it will be until we meet, nor how long and painful the waiting days and months will be.

However, it knows.

It will always be patient and eternally looking forward to seeing you again.

It's coming, it's coming, something went wrong, the ending is a bit slow