The lightning fell into the black tornado and was no longer visible, only to see that the lightning was like a silver dragon falling into Ye Qingxue's hand, the electric flowers were flashing wildly, like a silver dragon grasping its neck, struggling frantically, swinging its tail. It was as if a lightning whip was being held in Ye Qingxue's hand, and with a swing of her arm, the black tornado was dispersed by the stirring of the electric dragon, and it collapsed instantly.

  The strong wind blows everywhere, the sky is dark and gloomy, dust flies all over the place.

  Ye Qingxue waved her hand, and the lightning in her hand fell towards the Taoist priest wearing a moon-white robe like a silver whip across the sky. The air was filled with a "hissing" sound, and the people standing behind the Taoist priest were shocked and scattered to both sides with all their might.

  The Taoist was startled, but not panicked, and did not retreat or advance. Suddenly, he sprang up, his dust-sweeping broom swinging out like a dragon binding the universe. Snowy silk fluttered wildly as it wrapped around the lightning. In the flash of light, everything seemed to slow down, illuminating the Taoist's movements with clarity. However, behind him, people were just taking off, and those using concealment techniques had not yet fully disappeared. The Taoist's broom had already entwined itself with the lightning.

  Momentary stillness.

  At the moment when dust and lightning entwined, things with form and things without form were intertwined in an instant.

  It was also a momentary thing, but it made everyone feel eternal.

  Then there was a sudden loud noise: "Bang..."

  The Taoist's duster in his hand turned to dust in the dazzling white light of the thunder, inch by inch disappearing from the duster to the handle. Then he saw that the Taoist's moon-white robe had turned into a dark brown color, and the whole person flew upside down, without making a sound in the night sky.

  "Master..."

  The moment the sound rang out, a small Taoist appeared out of thin air under the Taoist, catching him. With a flash of clear light on his body, he had already appeared on the ground.

  "Master..." The little Taoist priest cried out with a sobbing tone.

  At this moment, someone shouted: "Let's go up together and kill her. If we let her take that demon away today, what face will our Black Hutou State have to stand in the world? What qualifications do the seventy-eight immortal gates of our Black Hutou State have to open the mountain and teach apprentices?"

  Everywhere near and far, there are people floating around, at a glance, you can find a characteristic, these people look very young.

  The speaker was also a young man with phoenix eyes, slender figure, disheveled hair, but being supported by others, looking quite disheveled.

  "What? Not keeping one's promise, is this the style of Hei Fangzhou Xianmen?" Ye Qingxue said.

  "That young man laughed loudly and said: 'What other promises do you have to keep? That demon must die today, if you want to stop it, it's the same as killing a demon, everyone will be killed.'"

  Ye Qingxue smiled lightly, looked around and said: "Three days ago, I once said that I would like to challenge anyone from the Black Miao State's Xianmen without interruption. If I win, I will take my junior brother away. If I lose, then my junior brother and I will die together here. At that time, no one objected, you all took action one after another. Now someone is saying such things, could it be that the entire Black Miao State's Xianmen disciples are untrustworthy people? If so, then take action. Let me see your true divine abilities."

  Chen Jing only now realized that Ye Qingxue had actually fought one-on-one with all these people for three days and three nights. As for how Ye Qingxue got them to agree to this, he didn't know. Although most of these people were young disciples of the same generation as Ye Qingxue, even if Ye Qingxue's magic was extraordinary, it was simply impossible to win against so many people. It seemed that they also thought it was impossible. But Ye Qingxue had won, with a demeanor that made it seem effortless, defeating all the people in Hei Mu Zhou of the same generation.

  The surroundings were silent, with no one responding to Ye Qingxue's words, and naturally, no one made a move. In the darkness, whispers began to emerge.

  At this moment, the Taoist who had just lost the battle woke up and stood up with the support of his disciples. He said, "The Xianshan Dao Gate of Hei Mu Zhou has never spoken without keeping its word. You can leave now, and Hei Mu Zhou will naturally reclaim everything that happened today." Then he turned to the people around him and said, "Cultivation is not a matter of one day or one night. In the world, there are many ordinary people who have been cultivating for decades, but suddenly achieve great success and become extraordinary beings with magical powers. There are countless techniques and boundless ways, so what can anyone gain from immortality? What we cultivate is immortality. After a hundred years, the world will be another scene. A temporary defeat is just like the blooming and falling of flowers. Moreover, everyone was defeated by Ye Zhangmen, the master of Qianlu Gate in Jiuhua State, which is normal. Wait until you all focus on your cultivation and then go to Jiuhua State's Qianlu Mountain to ask Master Ye for guidance."

  He said and then turned to Ye Qingxue and said: "Ye Zhangmen, please!"

  This made Ye Qingxue take Chen Jing and leave.

  His words promoted Ye Qingxue from a junior to the position of leader, and on the surface, everyone was defeated by the leader of one faction, which didn't seem like a shameful thing. And Ye Qingxue indeed proclaimed himself as the leader of Qianluomen.

  Obviously his prestige was high, and after he spoke, no one objected. Nor did anyone leave, each looking at Ye Qingxue.

  In the eyes of everyone, Ye Qingxue remained unchanged from her first appearance to after fighting with others for three days and three nights. Her white clothes were still spotless, her black hair was as dark as night, and her eyes were calm and serene. There was no sign of fatigue on her face. However, they did not see that when Ye Qingxue crouched down to pick up Chen Jing, a thread of fresh blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth. At the same time, her throat moved up and down, Chen Jing knew she was swallowing blood. He feared others would see the blood at the corner of her mouth, so he quickly loosened his grip on the sword that had never been loosened before, using his hand that had turned into a dark black bone to wipe away the thread of blood from her mouth.

  Everything was so natural, the people around didn't notice anything unusual, they only saw Chen Jing put down his sword and seemed to wipe Ye Qingxue's face. As Ye Qingxue squatted down to pick up Chen Jing's body that looked like a withered bone, Chen Jing's hand had already shrunk back to grab the sword on the ground. Without seeing Ye Qingxue get up, at the moment when Chen Jing grasped the hilt of the sword, a flash of lightning appeared, shot up into the sky, streaked across the dark night sky like silver threads piercing through black curtains, and disappeared into the distant horizon.

  Although this silver light flashed by, it was particularly dazzling. In the darkness, it had already disappeared, but it seemed to be etched in their hearts.

  Chen Jing was completely immersed in a state of dazed fantasy the moment he grasped the hilt, everything outside became unclear. The moment Ye Qingxue picked him up, his spirit relaxed and came down.

  So he didn't know what happened afterwards.

  A flash of lightning cut across the sky, and in an instant, a hundred miles of space was traversed. But at some unknown point, a faint sound of a zither suddenly echoed in Ye Qingxue's ears, and it seemed as if someone was softly singing something, she stopped her escape technique and listened carefully.

  "Jiuhua has a sword immortal, transcending the world and standing alone, his body is like withered and rotten flesh, but his heart is like a bright mirror reflecting dust."

  A ten-mile killing spree, the sword rises, and the silver screen splashes with skeletal whispers. The magic formula unfolds like a flower, each petal radiant, a strand of snowy silk unfurls frosty chill. Starlight dots the lone sword, the crescent moon shines alone on the desolate mountain, a single thought of survival, eyes filled with deadly techniques.

  My soul is scattered, all promises are fulfilled, the heroic words still linger in my ears, but the person has already gone like a lamp that has been extinguished.

  Alas, alas.

  A silver awl shocks the heavens, in an instant beheading the immortal Buddha.

  "With a lingering glance, he disappears into the distance, leaping ten thousand miles, his eyes turn bloodshot, and demonic thoughts arise."

  Ye Qingxue and Chen Jing stood on a mountain peak, surrounded by night fog that obscured their view of the distance. However, Ye Qingxue saw a figure sitting on the summit of a nearby mountain, wearing a starry robe that seemed to be absorbing the power of the stars, as if it were constantly drawing in the celestial energy.

  As he finished reciting the last sentence, he suddenly waved his hand, and a book flew straight towards Ye Qingxue. At the same time, he said: "Ye Qingxue is indeed extraordinary, the Nine Nights Divine Thunder Technique is truly divine."

  Ye Qingxue simply looked on, not responding. The other person continued: "I once promised him that after his death, I would deliver this book to your hands. Now he hasn't died, but it was lost on the road and has now been delivered; my promise is fulfilled." After finishing speaking, they floated up and disappeared into the night fog, with the sound of a guqin faintly echoing in the empty air.

  "What is your honorable name? I'll repay you another day."

  "A recluse from worldly dust, a minor deity in the mountains."

  The sound comes from afar and lingers on.

  In the grand scheme of heaven and earth, whether it was Chen Jing's escape or Ye Qingxue's battle with the Xianmen disciples at Duanlong Slope, they were all just ripples in the ocean. They rose up, fell back down, and merged into the boundless sea water, making it impossible to distinguish one ripple from another. However, human affairs are not like the ripples on the ocean that rise and fall without leaving any trace.

  Chen Jing's escape route was covered up by Ye Qingxue in a battle at Duanlong Slope.

  "Qianluo Mountain's leaves are clear of snow, Hei Miao state's Xianmen sect disciples."

  "After fighting for three days and nights, the True Man of Jiuding Mountain was defeated."

  Although the real person of Jianmo had emphasized Ye Qingsnow's identity as the master of Thousand Luo Gate, everyone still regarded her as a younger generation disciple. Firstly, she did not issue a gate-opening notice or hold an inheritance ceremony. Secondly, the Thousand Luo Gate had already been destroyed, so everyone still thought that Ye Qingsnow did not belong to the generation of masters, but rather to the generation of disciples.

  Time slips away between fingers, flies by in the sound of a bell, and scatters under the sun's rays.

  Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bend, in the River God Temple.

  "River God, you don't know, after you entered that bird Qin Guang City, I, the old shrimp, dug a hole and hid in the dark soil waiting for the River God to come out. But that bird's underworld is so gloomy, not even a sun or moon, only lonely ghosts and wild spirits, almost suffocating me into a shell maiden."

  "If you say that again, I won't be polite to you."

  "Shell girl, now the River God is back, you still want to bully me, old shrimp? You're addicted to eating me, old shrimp!"

  The starry sky, the river surface is pitch black. The River God Temple on the riverbank will emit a faint light in the darkness, and people say that this is the magical power of the River God calming the riverbank.

  The sound came from the River God Temple, and the sound in the River God Temple seemed very loud, but as soon as it left the River God Temple, nothing could be heard, like two different worlds.

  In the eyes of ordinary people, the temple of the River God was naturally pitch black, with only two sparks of fire, which were the incense on the incense burner. However, in the eyes of those who had cultivated their skills, unless it was a special place, they could see clearly. At this time, there was a shell about the size of a millstone, shrouded in a hazy mist, floating as if in water. Next to it was a red shrimp of roughly the same size, but with one large pincer missing, and several places on its body seemed to have been injured, leaving behind black chrysanthemum-like scars on its red shell.

  And on the altar, a perfect River God statue stood vividly, wearing a cloak of rippling waves.