She is Jianxiu

Chapter 496 Chapter four hundred ninety-five is dead
Although Zhao Chun has supernatural awareness, she couldn't detect the reality of the monster in front of her at all. She paused for a moment, and suddenly called out several flying swords, which turned into shimmering silver lights, and fled to the corridors in the cave respectively. !
These flying swords are connected with her mind, and the places they go are gradually condensed in her mind.

I saw innumerable blue and black figures wandering through several corridors, startled by the flying sword, like cold water pouring into a frying pan, boiling instantly, rushing towards the flying sword one after another without pain.

Time passed, Zhao Chun knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he kicked up, looking for a nearby passage, and went straight to kill inside.

But the blue and black figure is really weird, it's really hard to tell the difference between strength and weakness, and it has no wisdom, Zhao Chun has almost no difficulty in killing it, and its strength is probably between Ningyuan and Fenxuan.

It's easy to kill, but this strange thing has a continuous posture, which made Zhao Chun's expression more serious, his eyebrows frowned, and suddenly the sword energy burst out, hitting in all directions, and the walls of the cave couldn't bear it. After such a collision, it immediately began to shake violently, and the smoke and dust filled the air!

At the same time, there was a huge sound, which circulated in the cave for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhao Chun's spiritual sense probed, and the green and black shadows wandering around were missing parts visible to the naked eye, and they were not injured and died, but disappeared out of thin air without warning, which is puzzling!
Why?

Thinking in my head, I didn't stop my hands at the moment. In the spacious corridor, the sound of knocking and knocking resounded for a while, and the remaining monsters were all broken into black smoke, bundled together, and fled straight in one direction .

Zhao Chun didn't dare to make a mistake, he quickly raised his heels, walked through countless forks, and saw the green and black smoke circled around, penetrating into the spirit of a person from top to bottom, and then disappeared.

Her footsteps stopped for a moment, and a stone room appeared in front of her eyes, the furnishings were very simple, a gray futon was placed in the middle, and the person sitting cross-legged on it had a childish face and a very majestic and tall figure. Relying on the wide skeleton to prop up the robe, the neck and sleeves are exposed to the wind.

Judging from his face, he has a straight nose and a wide mouth, deep eyes and low eyebrows, and he is full of righteousness, but there is a gloomy look between his eyebrows and eyes, and his lips are pursed straight, which seems to be angry.

After seeing it, Zhao Chun's eyes were filled with astonishment and certainty, because this person's right arm was empty, and he was sitting cross-legged, but his left palm was only placed on his legs, so he thought it was the Venerable Dehe whom he was looking for today up!

But the situation in front of him is weird again, let's not talk about the black smoke just now, even the Venerable Dehe who suddenly appeared in the stone room, he doesn't look like an outsider at all!
She has seen people with serious aura such as Shi Xiangyuan, people who are free and unrestrained like Jiang Mu, the head of Taiyuan, the breath of the sky demon lord is ethereal like nothingness, and the sword lords are fierce and tyrannical, but there has never been a single externalized venerable who is virtuous. It's so quiet!

Yes, it is quiet!

Others couldn't see the slightest threat from him, and even Zhao Chun had already set foot three feet away from him, and he didn't feel the almost habitual refusal force of ordinary monks.

This is an extremely calm silence, without sadness or joy, without anger or fear.

"Zhao Yan's true biography, Zhao Chun, holding Master Qingyang's token, is here to seek help from His Holiness!"

She held the stone piece in her hand, but Venerable Dehe didn't move at all, just sat in one place by herself, motionless.

Zhao Chun opened his mouth again and put the stone on the ground.

Just the result remains the same.

At this time, there is only a quarter of an hour left before Chenshi, Zhao Chun was worried about Minglei Cave, so he wanted to say more.

"Needless to say, the deity is powerless to help."

Dehezhishen didn't speak, but a thick and slightly hoarse voice rang out around him.

Zhao Chun frowned when he got this answer, and couldn't help saying: "Dare to ask the venerable, but it is difficult to escape because of something? To be honest, this time I came to ask for help, because Master Qingyang had the disaster of killing himself, so I came here as a last resort. It disturbed the Venerable's Qingxiu."

"Qingyang..." He pondered for a moment before saying, "It's that stubborn sword cultivator from before, so it turns out that he has become a real baby...

"Young Zhaoyan, you are not my monk in Dingxiancheng. I met Qingyang or outside. He has the strength of a real baby, and he has an extraordinary swordsmanship. Don't say that ordinary people can't help him, even if you really want to kill him. How can the venerables sitting in the city sit idly by?"

The matter was urgent, Zhao Chun didn't want to hide from him any more, so he opened his mouth to tell about Master Fuya in Minglei Cave.

After waiting for a word, I saw that Venerable Dehe was silent for a while, and when he spoke, his tone was already full of jokes: "It's an evil cultivator again, and the great sect of the immortal sect is so worried. Don’t even bother to change an excuse?”

There was hatred in his heart, Zhao Chun was not surprised, his eyebrows drooped slightly, his eyes flashed a sharp light as if he had glimpsed something strange, but the next moment his expression became congealed: "In the siege of the city, nearly half of the real babies were killed. Forty percent, and the remaining low-ranking cultivators also suffered a lot of casualties, such a major event that shakes the reputation of the Immortal Sect must have evidence before it can be carried out, can your lord dare to believe that the great sect of the Immortal Sect kills all innocent people?"

"Bold!"

De He's voice was like thunder, and there was a buzzing sound in Zhao Chun's ears, but her back straightened more and more, without any fear.

"You think that this deity is afraid of your identity as the true biography of Zhao Yan, and dare not kill you!"

"With the supreme power of the venerable, what can't be done?" Zhao Chun's tone faltered, "It's just that I can't protect myself now, so I definitely won't be distracted and care about this junior."

After saying that, she suddenly drew her sword up, the sword light shone like a rainbow, and it went straight through Venerable Dehe's chest without any hindrance, causing the tall and majestic body to melt suddenly. Being a powder, the power is so great that she even frightens herself!
Neither of them seemed to have expected that the sword would completely disintegrate the physical body, only to see a piece of green and black smoke wrapped in a faint lotus seed rising slowly, it was an extremely weak primordial spirit!

This also means that the prestigious Dehe Venerable, who was almost a hero of a generation, has already died physically!

However, he hasn't reached the end of his lifespan yet!

Zhao Chun was probing, after all, she couldn't see a single bit of life in the body in front of her, and Dehe said that she was powerless to help, she thought that the other party was severely injured, but unexpectedly, even the body had disappeared.

"Why are you not afraid that this deity will take you away?"

Dehe's body was destroyed, but at this moment his tone was calm, and he didn't see his anger at first.

"If the venerable has the intention of seizing the house, I'm afraid that when he descends into this grotto, he will already be dead."

Zhao Chun received Chang Jin, and the green and black smoke swayed, and laughed like self-deprecating: "The disciples of the Immortal Sect have been outstanding for generations. Back then, Wang Fushan was very talented, and now you are not inferior to him. He...that being the case, why did he come to snatch the apprentice of the deity."

　Report, I just finished the group assignment recently, and what I am writing is a long-form drama analysis, and I am still short of a staged assessment ()

　　
　
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