Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 163 Yan Qiao Shows His Power
Forget it, it's useless to think too much, sooner or later she will pick off those ghosts in human skin.

As for the fragments of the virtual body, Wu has already collected them all.

Darkness swept across the land, and all the shadows appeared at this time. In a cage deep in the supernatural society, a man in black robe slowly appeared with the crows of a few crows.

The black mist billowed behind him, looking more and more eerie and treacherous in the dark night.

Ming Lao turned around and bowed his head to salute, "My lord."

The man in black raised his hand, and a black mist fell between the two, "Put it in Xuanyuan."

Old Ming was startled, "Ghosts are traveling, the people of Xuanyuan are afraid..." He didn't finish his sentence, but lowered his eyes, "I'll go right away."

Ming Lao said that he was about to turn around, only to hear the voice of the man in black behind him, "If you do it, then go all the way to the end."

The black mist melted into the night, and Ming Lao held the astrolabe in his hand and threw it into the sky, "Go!"

In an instant, the black mist that had been imprisoned together spread out like a gate, and the target was directed at Xuanyuan.

At this time, in Xuanyuan, Mr. Fu suddenly sat up, and he subconsciously issued an emergency warning.

Chairman Ke and several people appeared in the collection room one after another, "Old Fu!"

"Something went wrong, I felt a suppressed hostility coming towards Xuanyuan."

At this time, Yan Qiao stood silently on the roof, her red dress let the night wind move the corners of her clothes, creating waves and ripples.

Originally, she was discussing the virtual life body with Wu, but she suddenly sensed that something was wrong in her heart. The most important thing for a practitioner is intuition, which told her that something big is about to happen in Xuanyuan.

As expected, countless figures flew out of Xuanyuan in all directions, and the leaders were Guild Leader Ke.

Yan Qiao walked in the sky and landed in front of Chairman Ke and the others, "Do you know what happened?"

"There was one time 300 years ago, when Xuanyuan had just broken a layer of barriers, seeing that the inheritance was hopeful, but all the ghosts went out at that time, and Fu Lao was forced to sacrifice the classics to preserve Xuanyuan."

President Ke's words made Yan Qiao's eyes darken for a moment, "It seems that Xuanyuan's rise really blocked the way of some people."

Elder Feng sighed, "It was also that time that Mu Han almost fell, and most of the monks left behind by Xuanyuan were also killed or injured. Later, they managed to cultivate Fuyong, but they never expected to make a comeback after 300 years."

This time, there is no need to guess what is the reason. Yan Qiao has changed too much, driving the metaphysics, and the cultural inheritance is released, becoming the pronoun of the metaphysics inheritance known to everyone in Xuanyuan.

"What is it in Xuanyuan that makes them desperate to destroy the inheritance," Yan Qiao said slowly.

"It's the ignorance that makes people feel powerless," President Ke said in a hoarse voice, filled with worry.

Mu Han stood in front of several people, his eyes were very firm under the night.

"Here we come," accompanied by these words, a large group of ghosts appeared. They twisted their pitch-black bodies and stood opposite them with blood-red eyes.

All kinds of screams sounded, "Hee hee hee, hee hee hee, come on!"

"Don't struggle, have you forgotten what happened 300 years ago?"

"Merge into us, we are one."

The dense black ghosts occupied most of Xuanyuan's location in an instant, and the covering black made the moonlight completely disappear.

Yan Qiao raised her head slowly, looking at the scene in front of her, the whistling of the wind in her ears was mixed with those seductive ravings, her gaze passed over every monk, all of them were veteran monks from Xuanyuan who had survived to this day, it could be seen that, President Ke and the others came here with the determination to die.

Their eyes did not flinch, just like 300 years ago, Xuanyuan must be protected at the end of the battle. Before the catastrophe, Xuanyuan was distorted and disgusting. After the catastrophe, Xuanyuan was like a remodeling and cleaning, but it was also more difficult hardship.

"Keep it, your opponent has never been this group of disgusting things," Yan Qiao turned around and spoke extremely calmly.

She stretched out her hand, and a sword appeared in her palm, which attracted everyone's attention like a rosy glow in the night.

"Stand back," Yan Qiao said in a deep voice.

Mu Han froze for a moment, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, President Ke pulled him back a few steps, "Little friend Yan."

The corners of Yan Qiao's mouth curled up slightly, "Xuanyuan's rise has always been unstoppable. I once said that gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. No one should try to block my way."

She stood with a sword in her hand, and this touch of red surprised countless people's hearts that night.

I saw the red clothes rushing forward into the black like a ray of light, only to be submerged in it in an instant, they went towards the woman in the middle one after another, and they were bound to keep her here.

"This sword technique is named Breaking Dawn."

A clear and faint voice sounded from there, calm and gentle, just like her in every live broadcast.

In the midst of this ghost scene, Youran erupted with a glaring ray of light, which was as red as a shining sun, captivating people's hearts.

I saw that the figure in the middle was like a swimming dragon, and his movements were like a shadow of a ghost, walking in the center of the ghost with his own strength, where the red sword shadow passed, the ghost had nowhere to escape.

The sharp screams one after another, like wailing one after another, trying to disrupt her attack, this is Yan Qiao's unilateral massacre, I saw her figure flying up, "Wan Jian returns to the clan."

With these words falling, the sword in her hand rose out of thin air and turned into countless sword shadows behind her, "Kill!"

Yan Qiao's hand fell, and the shadow of the sword burst out. The ghost, who was already at a disadvantage because of her ferocity and strength, had nowhere to hide among the thousands of swords.

Dressed in a red dress and a flying sword, she protects everyone behind her. She is so powerful that she doesn't need any teammates at all. Creatures that are terrifying to others cannot withstand a single blow from her.

Accompanied by sharp screams, the moonlight slowly appeared, and this air battle unknown to ordinary people gradually came to an end.

The ghost completely disappeared, Yan Qiao raised his hand and took the sword, "It's been hidden for so long, why should it come here so sneaky."

As her words fell, Fu Yong slowly appeared, and behind him was a person, dressed in a blue robe and wearing a sapphire crown, holding back his gray hair, his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes seemed to see through The numerology of all things, clear and profound, is the old life.

When President Ke saw that person, his complexion changed drastically, and he almost trembled, "Master!"

Old Ming raised his head slowly, looked at the person behind Yan Qiao, his expression was a little dazed, "You guys, this time you met a strong man."

His tone showed a bit of emotion, but those eyes looked at everyone but were extremely strange, as if he was just stating a fact.

The corner of President Ke's mouth twitched, and it took only a moment for him to lose his composure, "What are you guys doing here?"

(End of this chapter)