As a daughter, I am invincible in the fantasy world

Chapter 319: Come with me and fight!

Ji Qingzhu successfully overcame the tribulation, not only improving his cultivation and reaching the quasi-saint realm, but also completely blazing his own trail, with a smooth journey from then on.

She swallowed the Tao fruit, absorbed the remaining Tao rhyme of the gods, and intercepted the essence of the five supreme heavenly tribulation Tao bodies, refining them all for her own use, and her foundation became even deeper.

She didn't know how strong she was now. She should be unable to find any rivals in the same realm. She just didn't know if she could slap someone to pieces.
The shattered divine realm regained its peace.

Ji Qingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, her breath became deeper, her jade feet sparkled with bright light, wrapped in strands of silver light, she took a step forward and returned directly to the new branch of the Kongsang sacred tree.

This is a magical power of walking in the void that she obtained from [Boundless], named "The World Is Within Reach".

Regarding traveling through the void, there has been an ancient saying: one step is a thousand miles, two steps are the end of the world, and three steps are immeasurable.

Ji Qingzhu had just started practicing infinite magical powers, so naturally he could not reach the boundless realm. Even the realm of "a world within reach" was just the beginning, but he already had some idea of ​​it.

She stretched out a hand and cut off the new branch like a heavenly sword. Her magic power refined it as it surged. She casually grabbed the branch that had shrunk to an inch long and used it as a natural hairpin. She tied her hair into a bun and said goodbye to her disheveled hair.

Just at this time, the majestic power of heaven faded away, and unusual movements were heard in the divine realm. The thick mist seemed to rush into the ground consciously, rising up in wisps. The divine realm, which was already dim to begin with, became even more gloomy and strange.

The mist seemed like a conscious living being. It was not so much rising mist as it looked like countless tentacles rushing towards Ji Qingzhu's location.

Ji Qingzhu stood still, she didn't know if she could get through this difficulty, so she could only do her best. She was wearing white clothes and black armor, with a map of mountains and rivers wrapped around her body. The Book of Chaos on her head dripped down thousands of strands of chaotic energy, and even the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword was summoned out.

"How did you encounter this thing?" The Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword was frightened and let out a human-like cry of surprise.

It had experienced that dark age, and even its previous owner had died in that earth-shaking struggle. It had no idea how Ji Qingzhu had come to this sealed divine domain.

You have to know that even a great sage would not be able to find the divine realm if he doesn't know where it is. Even if he finds it, he doesn't have the ability to break in.

How could it know that Ji Qingzhu was "kidnapped" by God's will, and rushed directly into the divine realm along the tide of the avenue. It is worth mentioning that the cosmic crack was actually created by the Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler.

"Can we deal with it?" Ji Qingzhu asked.

"Only when you fully recover can you fight back a little. The mist is very strange. It can't be killed or destroyed. At most, you can only force it back temporarily. Don't think about dealing with it. There should be some pure land left in the divine realm that can protect you."

The Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword did not want to resist and rushed into a ruined temple with Ji Qingzhu.

It warned Ji Qingzhu that the phantom mist was not too terrifying in the divine realm. There was a great formation of gods and many methods left by the supreme beings. The phantom mist was suppressed tightly. Once it ran out, it would be the beginning of a disaster!
The demons were born to destroy this world. They are fallen beings whose ultimate goal is to return the world to chaos.

The ancient gods set up a shocking formation and designed to kill countless demons, but a terrible change occurred. As a last resort, in order to completely destroy the demons, the gods chose to sacrifice themselves.

They naturally had righteous intentions at the beginning, but not every god could accept it calmly at the final moment, and many gods were unwilling to do so.

Thus, the ashes of the demon's remains merged with the gods' unwilling and twisted thoughts, and the two combined together, and "Phantom Mist" came into being.

Destruction, chaos, unwillingness, distortion, and corruption. It is a collection of all the negative existences in the world. The mist can be called the "root of all evil" and is more terrible than any plague in the world. Under the holy realm, if one is contaminated by even a little bit of it, his mind will be distorted and he will fall into the abyss of darkness, with no cure!

Even saints could not resist for long, and great sages could not resist the erosion either. Only gods who had stepped half a foot into the ultimate realm could barely maintain their flawless bodies and pure hearts.

Of course, the Supreme Beings are not afraid of this thing, but it is very difficult for them to completely eliminate the mist.

In fact, the mist in the divine realm has been mostly wiped out by Shen Ming, Yuan Ling, and the twelve supreme beings of later generations. Otherwise, in its heyday, even the Xuan Huang Measuring Ruler would not dare to come in.

Ji Qingzhu stood in the ruined temple, gathered her long black hair with her slender hands, and looked into the distance.

The familiar Xuanhuang light illuminates the divine realm. The Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler is a man of true integrity. He refused to leave even after the Immortal World was brought to him, and even took action to suppress any unrest.

The Yin-Yang Scale-Feather Sword was a little surprised. There was actually a master here?

It really didn't notice the Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler at first. After all, the latter is a supreme weapon of a higher level.

"It is indeed a supreme weapon, it can unleash such power without anyone activating it."

The Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler slapped down with one stroke, and all the mist was dispersed, which made the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword envious. Any other ruler's casual slapping would be equivalent to its full full revival.

However, it can be seen that the Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler can only disperse and suppress, but it is difficult to destroy. Even if it is a supreme weapon, it cannot exert its full strength without someone activating it.

As a result, the earth was gradually covered with mist.

At this time, in the divine realm, there were 360 ​​temples, some complete and some incomplete, that were blooming with moving divine light, as if they had formed a divine magic array. The mists were not allowed to approach the temples and were even suppressed.

There is only one difference, and that is the incomplete temple where Ji Qingzhu is.

More than twenty strange figures rushed out from the mist. They seemed a little unreal, but their aura was terrifying, almost like a quasi-saint at the seventh or eighth level.

Ji Qingzhu's eyes were slightly stunned. She saw clearly that these figures were clearly the great saints who had previously tried to rush into the divine realm by riding the tide of the avenue, and were directly smashed to pieces by the Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler.

Unexpectedly, the little bit of breath, flesh and blood and spirit that was left was found by the mist and revived, turning it into a cold and terrifying puppet.

There is no need to think too much, these guys are coming for me!

As the only living person in the divine realm, and having just survived a massive natural disaster, he must have been the focus of attention.

For those ghost mists, Ji Qingzhu was simply the long-desired carrier, so they surrounded him like sharks smelling blood.

The dark fog swept in against the restrictions of the ruined temple, and the twenty-three figures stepped on the fog, just like they had stepped on the tides of the avenue.

Ji Qingzhu didn't say much. He just grabbed the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword that was still spinning around and took the initiative to attack, stabbing at the guy in the front with one sword.

Having reached the realm of quasi-saint, she can finally unleash the power of the holy weapon.

If it were an ordinary holy weapon, a quasi-saint would be able to activate it to unleash 30% of its power. However, the level of the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword was too high. If an ordinary quasi-saint came, it would be drained in a moment and would not be able to sustain the consumption at all. Only a true saint could barely activate it.

Ji Qingzhu infused his magic power and thrust out the sword. This sword reached the realm of returning to nature. There was no roar of the great way, nor earth-shaking momentum, but it pierced through an eighth-turn quasi-saint with one sword.

There was a constant clanging sound, but no blood or screams, because the person who was resurrected by the mist was not a living creature at all. Even after a shake, the guy had recovered completely.

Ji Qingzhu frowned slightly and retreated back into the temple.

"Is this thing really unkillable?" "Difficult." The Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword gave its answer.

"How to do it?" Ji Qingzhu asked concisely.

Difficult doesn’t mean impossible.

"Unless it is completely revived." Yin Yang Scaled Feather Sword said.

"Then revive completely!" Ji Qingzhu said seriously.

Countless dark fogs came like waves crashing against the shore, rolling up huge waves and submerging the entire ruined temple.

With the blessing of the dark mist, those revived holy puppets all reached the ninth level of quasi-saint, and they were staring at Ji Qingzhu covetously.

The glory of the temple is constantly dimming. After countless years, even the most glorious existence will eventually decay and fall.

The mist does not have much self-will, and can only emit some strange thoughts when it relies on living beings. But even if it is crushed into ashes, it still retains the unforgettable hatred.

The part that belongs to the devil hates the gods.

The gods’ twisted thoughts also resent their past selves!
The ruined temple is like a lone boat drifting in the sea, which may capsize at any time.

"boom!!!!"

The temple ban was broken.

But at this moment, endless sword light swept out. Ji Qingzhu stood there holding a sword and swung it out. In an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color. Not only did he drive back the mist, he also wiped out a holy puppet.

She was like a deity, standing there, the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword in her hand split the Yin-Yang boundary, and the place where she stood was pure land.

Perhaps she is the only one in the world who can activate divine magic weapons at the quasi-saint level.

Her magical power is far beyond that of ordinary people, and her foundation is extremely profound. Every time she practices a supreme magical power, her magical power doubles. The Azure Dragon Sky-lifting Technique increases her magical power thousands of times.

The most important thing is that when Ji Qingzhu broke through to the Quasi-Saint level, the true body of the Great Dao that was reunited was truly against the will of heaven.

He has opened up 840 million dust universes throughout his body. Apart from anything else, each universe can at least be regarded as a small dantian.

Although Ji Qingzhu has not had time to tap into her endless potential, she still has the World Tree.

After absorbing the power from the trunk of the ancient Kongsang sacred tree, the World Tree also gained great benefits and grew branches instantly.

In a world that only Ji Qingzhu can see, there is a tree that reaches down to the underworld and up to the sky, with its roots in four hundred million universes. Its crown and leaves also hold up four hundred million universes, and there are forty million universes lingering around its branches. It can be called the real tree of the world!
If other people's magic power is a lake, her original magic power is the vast ocean, and now her magic power is the boundless starry sky.
Infinite power!!
The only thing that can limit her is her own realm.

"Kill!" Ji Qingzhu whispered, holding the sword in one hand.

She didn't have much else, but she had plenty of magic power, which surged out like a river or sea, and poured into the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword.

The Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword was also shocked. It did not know that Ji Qingzhu possessed the treasure, the World Tree. However, this was not solely the credit of the World Tree. The World Tree could only absorb spiritual energy and transform it into magic power. That was Ji Qingzhu's ability.

After the resurrection of the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword, the Yin-Yang Avenue circulates with every wave of the sword. Only in this way can those holy puppets be completely killed.

Ji Qingzhu walked forward with sword in hand as if he was in an empty space, and came in front of the group of puppets that were resurrected by the mist. He raised the long sword in his hand, and the sharp tip of the sword burst into an immortal divine light.

"puff!"

One of them was killed instantly, and then Ji Qingzhu hit them a few more times, and the others were all reduced to ashes.

Not to mention a group of quasi-saints, even a true saint would be easily killed by the revived Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword.

Ji Qingzhu swept the sword across, destroying all the puppets with one strike.

"Sure enough, it's still too much of a stretch."

She frowned, her entire right arm was covered in blood. The previous attack had drained too much magical power from her, and her body could not bear it, so blood naturally oozed out.

In fact, the pressure she was under was greater than it seemed, and she was hurting her own side while hurting the enemy.

"Let's go! Let's meet up with that ruler!" Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword knew that Ji Qingzhu couldn't hold on for long.

But the mist would not let her leave easily, and the world became dark again. The endless abyss swallowed Ji Qingzhu, and everything was covered by the darkness, swallowed up, absorbed, and finally merged into one!
In this horrible environment, Ji Qingzhu was a little lost. She could only release infinite magic power, which was never exhausted, to fully revive the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword and forcibly tear open a gap in the darkness.

"My words are God's words, my intentions are God's intentions!"

In this situation, Ji Qingzhu used all his means, and naturally also connected with the will of heaven, but he did not expect that miraculous changes would take place.

She once again felt the feeling of being protected by heaven in the tide of the Great Dao, which made her feel that she was safe from all disaster.

Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!

"I understand. So this was your plan from the beginning. Use me to clear away the mist."

At this moment, Ji Qingzhu felt an unprecedented complete divine will upon him, hanging high in the sky, as radiant as a god.

There was no expression on her flawless face, and her beautiful eyes were extremely indifferent, as if the soul in this body had been replaced by a different person, high above, looking down on all living things.

The Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword did not dare to have the slightest opinion. The feeling that Ji Qingzhu gave to it now was so great that even its first-generation master could hardly compare with him. He was not a god, but better than a god, and even superior.

In fact, Ji Qingzhu's consciousness was still there, or it could be said that she had not changed at all. She was still herself, but the will of heaven was too great, which diluted her thoughts as a human being.

Her current status is - God's will!
A sword swept across the sky, destroying the dark abyss.

"Come here, fight with me!"

Ji Qingzhu's clear voice penetrated the layers of mist, and the Xuanhuang Measuring Ruler shone with infinite light and fell into her hands.
(End of this chapter)