The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

[In the blink of an eye, it has been three years.

Senior sister, I don’t know where you are. Some people say that you are dead, and some say that you have fallen into Shura and become a demon, but I believe you are not. Someone is killing monks under your banner. Those The monks are all afraid of you, afraid that one day they will die by your sword.

But I'm not afraid, and neither are Senior Brother Chu and the others. We all firmly believe that you are still alive.

You don’t know that in the past three years, although I was the only one in Qianqiumen, I was never lonely.

Although Chen Ling'er has become much calmer, he still speaks very rudely. Senior Brother Mu is now a third-level alchemist, but Senior Brother Chu has become more and more silent. He said that he is imitating you and wants to know what you are like. Thought.

So, senior sister, where are you? Can you come back and see us? 】

After writing the letter, Ye Xuanxin folded the letter paper into a paper crane. With a single click, she flew towards an unknown place.

Because there is no destination, no matter how you fly.

As usual, she got up in the morning to practice her sword, bathing in the morning mist. The big rooster flew onto the branches and croaked, lighting up the morning.

"Ahem, Ye Xuanxin."

Ye Xuanxin retracted her swords and looked at the girl in blue skirt who gradually walked out of the mist.

She raised her eyebrows and asked for the hundred and eighth time: "Why don't you come to our Zixiao Palace? You are the only one in Qianqiu Sect who has to support us. What's the point?"

"Why is it boring? I have to wait for Senior Sister and the others to come back. It would be boring if Qianqiu Gate is empty when they come back."

Ye Xuanxin raised his head and took a sip of clear dew from the mountain spring, "Why, are there demons causing trouble again?"

Chen Ling'er nodded, "This time we are in the Forest of Dust. Maybe we can meet your junior brother."

Ye Xuanxin was choked directly, "My junior brother? How could such a coincidence happen? You thought the Forest of Dust was only as big as a room."

"Anyway, let's go take a look first. Your demon-slaying sister Ling'er is here!"

Ye Xuanxin also laughed. Before leaving, for some unknown reason, he looked back at the boundary of Qianqiu Gate.

I hope that when we come back next time, everyone in Qianqiumen will be in order.

The fog in the Dust Forest is towering into the sky. It is clearly a clear sky and a bright sun, but in the fog it is like a dark night in the early morning.

Chen Ling'er couldn't help but pull Ye Xuanxin's arm. Besides the two of them, there were more than a dozen other disciples.

Chen Ling'er muttered: "It's so cold here, I always feel like demons are everywhere."

Ye Xuanxin felt a chill in the back of his head and shouted quickly: "Squat down quickly, it's a demon!"

Everyone subconsciously followed her command and squatted down. They saw cold light flashing across their heads and a burst of pityful laughter.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your reaction is so fast."

Ye Xuanxin looked up and saw a black cloak floating in the air. But looking into the cloak, the cloak slowly turned around, but there was only one eye inside.

Her hand shook and she almost couldn't hold the knife.

What the hell is this? Demons have evolved to the point where they can fight with their eyeballs?
"What are you afraid of? Don't you recognize me?"

The eyeball slowly approached, and the whites of the eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, which looked particularly scary.

Chen Ling'er couldn't help but swipe it with a whip, "Damn, who do you want to know your eyes?"

"Ye Xuanxin, I am your senior brother! Have you forgotten me?"

The eyeball dodged the whip, and the bloodshot eyes quickly filled the entire eyeball, as if it was about to explode at the next moment.

"S-Senior Brother? How did you become like this?"

Ye Xuanxin couldn't believe it. Although her senior brother had a bad temper, she never thought that he would become like this.

"This is all your fault for your good senior sister. If it weren't for her, how could I survive with only one eyeball left in the world!" Yanzhu gritted his teeth, but then changed the subject, "But that doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, you guys Everyone will die here today!"

After that, there was a gloomy wind, and everyone felt a pair of big hands grabbing their throats before they could even pick up their weapons.

"Uh--"

Ye Xuanxin resisted suffocation, raised the long knife, and slashed away without even touching the shadow.

"Hahahaha, the flesh and blood that comes from struggle is the freshest!"

"You...are crazy..."

"You are the one I think is crazy."

A familiar voice came, the cold wind blew away the bad smell, and the hand that seemed to be holding others disappeared in an instant.

Someone came from the mist, and there was a small fat bird sitting on her shoulder. A white cloak covered her eyebrows and only exposed her delicate lips and nose.

As soon as she raised her hand, her eyes fell directly into her palm.

As she raised her head, her hood slowly dropped, revealing her eyebrows that were carved in ice and snow, and her amber eyes were still cold and ruthless.

"Chen Zibai, I didn't expect that Azuna would still keep you while you are still alive."

"It's you, it's you. Are you disappointed that you didn't see me die? If you can, kill me and let the world see clearly who you, Qian Shu, are!"

Eyeballs made a very indignant sound, but Qian Shu just said calmly: "I am neither a good person nor a bad person. I am not the real me in the eyes of others, but I will not kill you."

His eyes froze, "Then what do you mean?"

Qian Shu smiled softly and said, "Would you kill an ant on the roadside?"

"That's very well said, Qian Shu. After so many years, you are finally willing to let it go."

The black crow broke through the fog, carrying a lazy woman on its back. Her slender hands dragged her white chin, and she was still wearing the same green metasequoia dress she wore when the two met.

"How many years? It's only three years."

The Snow Cold Sword in Qian Shu's hand exuded bursts of cold air as usual. She closed her eyes slightly and practiced the sword for three years just for this day.

Azuna shouted excitedly: "Qianshu, I want you to die by my hands."

"You too?"

Without further ado, Qian Shu simply swung away with his sword, and a flash of infinite white light flashed across everyone's eyes. When they regained their sight again, the surrounding fog had dissipated.

Azuna's head and body separated, and a black mist slowly emerged from the body.

After the black mist left the body, the body quickly turned into bones and turned into powder when the wind blew it.

Without his body, Azuna's voice became thick and irritable, and he said angrily: "How dare you damage my body!"

"It's not yours, it's Su Fan's body."

Eyeball quickly came to Azuna and said extremely flatteringly: "Sir, if you are willing, I can dedicate all my strength to you. I wish you to kill this evil obstacle."

Azuna devoured the eyeballs mercilessly, and the black mist-like spirit became thicker.

"It worked in the end, Qian Shu! Go to hell!"

"madness."

Qian Shu whispered these two words. Do you really think she has been fooling around in the past few years?

The seven stars on her wrist were all lit up at this moment, and the power of Yihua World was gradually enriching her soul and body. Qian Shu dared to say that except for Yue Wangjun, no one in the world could fight with her.