The young monk was busy dealing with the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing when the white shirted girl suddenly appeared. Without any warning, she struck his chest with a palm.
The huge power did not take much effort to break through the young monk's protective energy.
Level 14, Transcendent expert!
The young monk was shocked. He felt a cold and sharp power invade his body.
If the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing's power was a threat to him, then it was within his control. If the white shirted girl's palm landed, even if he did not die, he would be heavily injured.
Luckily, a palm appeared on his back.
The fierce power that had invaded his body was instantly transferred to this palm.
The young monk had a guilty expression, "Master …"
An old monk walked out from behind him and looked in front of him.
The white shirted girl's expression was calm, as if her emotions were not affected at all. She looked seriously at the old monk.
"The kung fu of Taiyin Sutra, are you a member of Ancient God Church?" The old monk asked.
The white shirted girl's voice was cold, "No."
The old monk said, "Then why are you here?"
"You killed a person called Yan Zhao, he is my uncle."
The white shirted girl was Empress Yan Mingkong.
The old monk sized her up and nodded, "Then it looks like there is no other way. We can only fight with our fists."
The young monk silently retreated.
However, since his master was going to act, he no longer paid attention to Yan Mingkong's movements. He was also not worried about her finding trouble with him.
At this moment, his attention returned to the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing.
The old monk and Yan Mingkong were only paying attention to each other.
In the air above the former's head, a black Buddha appeared. Its size seemed to be much smaller than the Buddha that the young monk had formed with his palm.
However, Yan Mingkong, the Pill Empress, and Ying Qingqing could all clearly feel that this old monk was much stronger than the young monk.
However, Yan Mingkong did not move at all.
Her body was covered in the silver white light of a full moon.
As the moonlight changed, a vast starry sky appeared. At the same time, the mountains and rivers rose and fell. There were the joys and sorrows of the human world, as well as the purgatory of demons and buddhas.
A silver moon, seemingly eternal, reflected all sorts of scenes.
Compared to when she was in the thirteenth realm, right now, she was much more proficient in everything she had learned. Her techniques were one, each with their own characteristics, orderly.
The dark Buddha and the silvery moonlight faced each other in the sky above the Snowy Plateau.
Even before the battle began, the winds and clouds were already surging on the plateau, and the weather was changing.
The mountains and rivers of the plateau even began to shake.
The moment the two sides clashed, it was as if heaven and earth had been turned upside down.
The people on the Snowy Highlands had experienced a similar feeling a month ago.
And now, the commotion seemed to be even greater than that time.
When the old monk and Yan Ming Kong officially started fighting, the young monk completely relaxed.
Although the woman in white was powerful, she was no match for his master.
With that in mind, the young monk once again pounced towards the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing.
The two girls had no choice but to run away again. They no longer paid attention to Yan Mingkong's movements.
The young monk's palm strike caused the Pill Empress to vomit blood again.
The Pill Empress took a deep breath and swallowed a medicinal pill. Her speed increased slightly, and she sped away with Ying Qingqing.
The young monk was about to chase after them when his expression suddenly changed again.
He turned his head in surprise and saw the silver moon in the sky suddenly emitting a frightening cold aura.
Amidst the sword intent, the silver moon seemed to have turned into the gates of hell. It suddenly opened, and endless cold killing intent and death aura rushed out.
For a moment, the young monk's confidence in his master was shaken.
After reaching the fourteenth level, the Empress's Netherworld Divine Blade became even more ferocious.
The two sides started a huge battle on the Snowy Highlands. Who knew how many mountains were flattened, and how many rifts were created.
The young monk retreated far away, not daring to get close.
The aura of the two people gave people the feeling that if they continued to fight, the entire plateau would be flattened by them.
The strength of the enemy exceeded his expectations. At this moment, the young monk did not dare to chase after the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing.
He nervously watched the battle from the outside, ready to help the old monk at any time.
In the earth-shattering scene, one could see blood light flashing in the silver moon's radiance.
The young monk frowned as he watched.
Suddenly, the entire world seemed to shake.
Even with the young monk's strength of Emperor Wu's realm, he was shaken and could not stand steadily.
In mid-air, it was as if the entire world had become a piece of paper.
Then, the center of the paper was torn open, and a huge crack appeared.
However, in the next moment, the crack closed again.
The scenery in the world also returned to normal.
It was as if everything just now was an illusion.
The battle also came to an end.
The young monk hurriedly went forward.
He saw the old monk standing in the void, his expression solemn, and he was silent.
The young monk came behind him and stood silently with his hands by his side.
After a while, the old monk murmured, "In the Ancient God, there is actually such a person …"
After he spoke, the young monk then said, "Master, you won?"
"No, it can't be considered a victory." The old monk said, "It was a feint, and with the help of a treasure, I tricked her into the void crack. But with her cultivation, she should be fine. However, if she wants to return here, it will depend on her luck."
The young monk asked, "Master, what's with her swordsmanship?"
"That's the Twelve Netherworld Swords!" The old monk's expression was solemn.
The young monk was stunned, "The Twelve Netherworld Swords? Isn't that the martial arts of the Yellow Springs? Why would it be here?"
"It's not the real Twelve Netherworld Swords, but it already has the embryonic form of the sword intent. Maybe she unintentionally obtained an incomplete inheritance, or maybe she comprehended it herself," the old monk said.
The young monk frowned, "Comprehended it herself …"
"Although I also think that it's impossible, I can't completely rule out this possibility." The old monk said, "Just from exchanging a few moves, I can tell that this girl's talent and comprehension are so high that it's really amazing."
The young monk asked, "Master, is that red sword gleam from the Blood River lineage?"
"Yes, she has the sword of the Blood River lineage," the old monk said, "This girl is too abnormal, so I have to be cautious."
The young monk put his palms together, "Then, Master, should we tell Uncle-Master?"
"It's fine if it's just the Ancient God and the Blood River lineage, but it might involve the Twelve Netherworld Swords, I'm afraid we have to tell them," the old monk said.
The young monk showed a look of pity, "It wasn't easy to find such a place, I thought I could take it for myself, but who knew that there would be so many things happening here."
The old monk said plainly, "Do what you can, don't bite off more than you can chew."
The young monk lowered his head, "Master, you're right. Then, should we directly question the Ancient God and the Blood River lineage?"
"Let Senior Brother decide," the old monk said. The old monk said, "We should slow down our pace here. There are many capable people in this world. You have to be more careful."
The young monk understood and put his palms together, "I understand. This girl has such a cultivation base, but she's still not the person in charge of the Ancient God's branch here, so the person in charge of the Ancient God's branch here is at least not weaker than that girl."
The old monk asked, "What's wrong with the other two girls?"
The young monk answered, "Although one is Emperor Wu, there's nothing special about him, but the other is the twelfth level King Wu, his sword technique seems to be from the Sky Sword Scripture of the Sky River lineage. I'll go catch them now."
The old monk looked at the arm that was injured by the Pill Empress.
The young monk hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Go, be more careful." The old monk nodded.
"Yes, Master," the young monk said and put his palms together, then turned around and chased after the Pill Empress and Ying Qingqing.
At this moment, Ying Qingqing was carrying the Pill Empress on her back, moving as fast as she could on the plateau.
The Pill Empress was on her back, her face still looked normal.
However, Ying Qingqing could clearly feel that her life force was withering. No matter how much sword qi she poured into her body, it was useless.
"Don't waste your energy, Divine Land. No one knows this better than me. If you didn't eat that Heaven Receiving Pill, you could still be saved, but you can't escape that Flowery Monk's clutches. Eating that Heaven Receiving Pill can boost your strength for a moment, but after that, there's no hope. Luckily, you escaped far enough, so your life should be saved." The Pill Empress calmly said, "My fate has already been decided. You being able to live is better than the two of us dying together."
Ying Qingqing cried out, "Grandma!"
The Pill Empress smiled. "Child, your heart is too soft. Don't think of me as a good person. I saved you in hopes that once you recover your memories, you'll be able to save my granddaughter. If you really care about this, just don't forget this matter in the future."
Ying Qingqing pursed her lips, "Grandma, I'll definitely bring her back to see you. If there's even the slightest bit of hope, don't give up. Otherwise, if she comes back but can't see you, what will she do?"
The Pill Empress smiled, "That's enough. My daughter and son-in-law died long ago. Right now, I only care about one person, and that's my pitiful granddaughter. As long as she's safe, I'm satisfied. As for life and death, I'm already so old. There's nothing I can't accept."
Ying Qingqing tightly pursed her lips.
The Pill Empress leisurely asked, "I'm thinking about that foolish child, Qingqing. Just now, when you narrowly escaped death, what were you thinking about? Recovering some of your past memories, or thinking about someone or something? "
Ying Qingqing was startled. After hesitating for a moment, she honestly answered, "Someone."
As for who it was, she was too embarrassed to say it.
Thinking about that person's flickering black eyes, she was at a loss.
"Then let's go see that person …" The Pill Empress' voice gradually became softer.
Ying Qingqing was startled, "Grandma … grandma!"
Worried that the young monk would catch up, she didn't dare to stop. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the Pill Empress' face.
At this time, she was passing by a lake and was walking on the surface of the lake.
But when she reached the center of the lake, a pillar of light suddenly rose from below. It soared into the sky and engulfed her and the Pill Empress.
The light disappeared, and the two of them disappeared.
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