"I don't deserve the position of Sect Master." Little Ann's eyes flashed as if she was tempted.
"With your current strength, what's there to be afraid of? I'm old and should have become a ghost a long time ago. I wanted your mother to succeed me, but I don't think she will compete with you." The Mysterious Dark Sect Master's gloomy face showed a rare expression of sincerity.
"Then I'll do as you say." Xiao An smiled.
"Please!" The Mysterious Dark Sect Master waved his sleeves and sneered to himself, "You still want to do it, but it depends on whether you have the life to do so!"
"Sect Master, please … Qingshan!" Little Ann suddenly looked up with a happy expression.
The master of the Umbral Yin sect shivered inside. He was rather fearful of Li Qingshan. If he came to the Umbral Yin sect as well, it would probably be difficult for his plan to succeed. However, when he looked back, the sky was empty. There were only clouds, without a single person in sight.
The joy on Xiao An's face faded, along with all human emotions. Her eyes were deep and empty, burning with pale-white flames. She stared at the master of the Umbral Moon sect. Her red lips parted, but she said nothing, "One Sword into Three Thousand."
The Buddha Slaying Sword stabbed out soundlessly without a trace of killing intent. Instead, it combined the profound changes of the Three Thousand Swords Style and was as quiet and ethereal as she was.
"Oh no, the Phantom Nether Claw!" The Mysterious Dark Sect Master suddenly turned around. Yin Qi gushed out from his withered hands and transformed into a pair of ghost claws. As he waved them, they left a series of afterimages that overlapped and collided with the sword.
Black and white intertwined. The sword shadows and ghost claws collided and shattered. In an instant, the two had exchanged thousands of blows.
There was no sound, but the danger was no less than that of a fight. They were less than three meters away from each other and were almost face to face. They could clearly see each other's expressions.
One was gloomy and ferocious, full of Yin Qi. The other was extremely beautiful with her white clothes fluttering in the wind.
It seemed like a battle between good and evil. However, behind the peerless beauty, a skeleton was faintly discernible. It seemed even more mysterious.
Little Ann gripped the hilt tightly and pushed her sword style to the limit, breaking through the layers of ghost claws.
The master of the Umbral Yin sect was secretly surprised. He was extremely familiar with the Sword Scripture of Heaven and Earth, yet her comprehension of the sword style seemed to be even higher than the master of the Sword Collection palace. If it were not for the fact that she was still unfamiliar with it, she would not have been able to comprehend it. If it were not for the fact that she was still unfamiliar with it, she would have been almost impossible. Seeing an opening, viciousness flashed across his face. He pulled back his arms, and his sleeves became filled with Yin Qi. Suddenly, two vicious ghost claws shot out.
"Break!"
The Three Thousand Nether Sword. Ghost Claw grabbed the Buddha Slaying Sword and asked angrily, "Xuan Yue, what are you doing?!"
"To kill you." Xiao An turned her sword, and the golden thread she had buried after cutting down the buddha suddenly shone with a golden light. It immediately dispersed the yin qi and condensed into a huge, vajra sword outside the sword. "Chen Chen" Chen't. He's hand. "He" ''t "" "Chen"'s.
The sect master felt pain in his hand. He retreated in a hurry and asked sinisterly, "When did you notice?"
"Notice what?" Little Ann did not pursue him. She tilted her head slightly and seemed to be in thought.
"Then why …" The sect master was stunned. Why had he attacked so suddenly? Was it just a test?
"Do demonic cultivators have to ask why they do what they do?"
Xiao An fiddled with the Skull Prayer Beads. In the beginning, she had wanted to find a peaceful place to cultivate, but she came up with a new idea after coming to the Umbral Yin sect. When the sect master of the Umbral Yin sect asked her to succeed as the sect master, she became even more determined to destroy the Umbral Yin sect.
"Tsk tsk, do you want to know how you died back then?"
The sect master pulled away again. He powered the protective formation of the Umbral Yin sect, the Umbral Yin Ghost Aggregation Formation, with all his strength. Surging winds surged out from the black abyss, drowning out the stars and the lone moon. The whistling sounded like the howls of a huge ghost.
Immediately. The surrounding hundred kilometers turned into a ghost realm.
"It really is related to you, but I don't want to know."
Little Ann shook her head. If it was not the Sword Collection palace, then it was the Umbral Yin sect. Only the two sects of the Green province had the ability and the will to do something like that. As for the truth and who the culprit was, it no longer mattered. All she had to do was kill all the suspects, and the culprit would definitely be among them!
"Tsk tsk, do you know that your existence is not tolerated by the Hungry Ghost realm? The Hungry Ghost realm wants you dead no matter the cost, even if you have to devour this world. I'd advise you to stretch out your neck obediently and help our Umbral Yin sect become the ruler of the world. Your mother will thank you for your contribution."
The sect master spread his arm, and the chilling winds blanketed the surroundings, condensing into a black vortex above the abyss. All the lines in the surroundings twisted and trembled, including the edge of the abyss. It seemed more and more like a huge mouth, wriggling and devouring.
Little Ann's clothes ruffled as she was sucked into the vortex, but she did not resist. "Oh, so there's a reason like that? I just happen to have come for the Hungry Ghost realm as well. "
As her cultivation progressed, the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty's demand for resources increased. Perhaps there would be a day when it would be so great that even killing all the mortals of the nine provinces would not be enough to fill the gap. She was unwilling to kill the innocent, and seizing śarīras was not a long-term plan either. The Umbral Yin sect's Gate of Hungry Ghosts was extremely suitable. Wiping out the Umbral Yin sect would only be a matter of convenience.
However, she had never thought she would just happen to stumble upon the sect master's scheme. Normally speaking, with the talent and strength she had displayed, it only made sense for her to be roped in. There was also Li Qingshan's existence. If it were not for the fact that the Hungry Ghost realm had offered a startlingly great price, the sect master of the Umbral Yin sect who knew how to avoid harm would never take such a risk.
As it seemed, apart from buddhism, she now had another natural enemy, and they were all extremely terrifying. However, there was always a price to pay in order to obtain such great power.
"Tsk tsk, then you don't have to worry. I'll send you to the Hungry Ghost realm very soon!" The sect master smiled sinisterly.
"There's no need. You're already dead," Little Ann said.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" The sect master of the Umbral Yin sect was unconcerned, but he instinctively opened his palm. There was a golden sword slash on it, and the buddhist light it contained prevented the wound from healing even after a long time. However, it was just a sword slash, and it could not harm his foundation at all. He tightened his grip and shattered the buddhist light.
He suddenly felt an intense pain in his palm. Ever since he had refined himself into a half-corpse half-ghost existence, it had been a very long time since he had felt something like this. However, very soon, the intense pain turned into numbness, spreading through his entire body and sinking deep into his soul.
"What! What's going on? What did you do? "
A sense of death spread out. Ghost cultivators should not have feared death. After dying, they would turn into a Ghost King and then enter the Hungry Ghost realm, and they would still be able to exist for a very long time. However, he felt a primal and instinctive fear, desperately pushing all of his cultivation to resist it.
However, a wisp of pale flames surged out of the wound. The sect master's eyes widened in fear, and he died like a mortal, devoured by the Samādhi Flames of White Bone.
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