As a daughter, I am invincible in the fantasy world

Chapter 341: Senior Sister, You Smell So Good
The sword light was too fast, beyond the limit of Mo Lin's understanding, and it shattered the blood sword in his hand in an instant.

"puff!!"

With a muffled groan, this devil-like figure fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the holy land. A bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows. He opened his mouth and his eyes were unfocused.

When people are at their strongest, they are often also at their weakest. Mo Lin used a considerable part of his energy to resist Ji Qingzhu and Yin Luo. The magic weapons they wielded were too powerful and he had to be on guard against them.

All his remaining energy was used to attack and kill Gu Siran. He didn't think that this group of people had any other tricks up their sleeves. The great sacred weapon was not a cabbage, it was impossible for everyone to have one.

As a result, he was only thinking about how to kill people, but did not become too defensive towards Gu Siran.

That’s right, as a dignified Saint King, why would he need to be on guard when he attacks and kills a mere quasi-saint?
But this little quasi-saint actually has a magic weapon that is capable of turning the world upside down.

It’s not a great sacred weapon, but a more terrifying divine magic weapon!

There was no need to activate it. The artifact was spiritual. After sensing a slight threat, the Yin-Yang Kirin Feather Sword revived slightly on its own.

The distance between the two was too close, and Mo Lin was not prepared at all, so the Yin-Yang Scaled Feather Sword stabbed past him without any skill, directly piercing through his forehead and shattering his soul.

Some obstacles encountered during the process were simply no match for the power of the artifact.

This time, they were completely killed by the self-protection mechanism of the artifact.

"I uh."

Mo Lin's soul was destroyed, so logically speaking, he should not have survived. However, he was a Saint King after all, and had inherited part of the Killer's legacy, so he did not die so hastily.

His body exploded and turned into a vast sea of ​​blood, forcing everyone back. Then a ray of blood rushed out from it. This was the blood essence of the second spirit, which was carried away by the blood-colored killing sword that was missing a corner and was on the verge of self-destruction, and sank into the depths of the divine land.

"Certainly!"

Ji Qingzhu stretched out his hand, and the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron fell down, fixing Mo Lin's shattered soul, trying to piece together his magical powers.

"Blood Transformation Technique, Blood Sea Clone, the second soul of the killer has such a legacy, which is a little different from what I thought."

Ji Qingzhu previously thought that the killer should be a super reckless person who would kill when in doubt, holding a sword and killing his way through, like a bloody butcher with bloody hands.

But in fact, from the inheritance that Mo Lin obtained, it can be seen that he is obviously a master of the survival style. His special clone and second soul have appeared, and he also has the ability to absorb essence and blood to improve his cultivation. It's amazing.

"It's different from the part of the inheritance I got." Gu Siran's eyes were burning, but unfortunately his sea of ​​consciousness was broken, no matter how he pieced it together, he couldn't restore the inheritance of his magical powers.

"We can't stay here for long. Let's go first." Ji Qingzhu used the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron to collect the sea of ​​blood. He glanced around as if giving a warning, and then left with Gu Siran, Yin Luo and Ji Yuan who had arrived late.

A Saint King was killed and nearly died on the spot, which immediately shocked many people who had not yet left.

You know, although Mo Lin has a bad character, no one can deny his strength and talent, and many people believe that he will become a great sage in the future.

But now he was killed by a true saint, a half saint and a quasi saint.

Even before he died, he didn't even utter a single cry.

If he didn't have a life-saving trick up his sleeve, he would have probably died.

"What a great drama of the weak defeating the strong, and fighting back against the will of heaven. Even if that little killer didn't die, he would have to pay a heavy price. His cultivation would at least drop by one level. He will have one less competitor, which is a good thing!" In the distance, an old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.

"But who are those little guys? They brought with them several great saint-level magic weapons, rare treasures, and forbidden weapons."

Even though they were both Saint Kings, the old Taoist did not see the true level of the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron and the Yin-Yang Scale-Feather Sword, and only regarded them as rare treasures and forbidden weapons.

After all, who could have thought that someone would dare to show off in public with supreme weapons and divine artifacts?
Divine weapons are self-contained. Unless they are activated to a certain degree, it is difficult for ordinary people to see through their essence directly, so it is normal to make misjudgments.

Ji Qingzhu led a few people to the depths of the sacred land, where there were towering mountains, lush vegetation, medicinal herbs everywhere, and vast sacred waterfalls, just like a fairyland.

Of course, it also contains terrible murderous intent, and a true saint has already fallen here.

"Yinluo, Xiaoyuan, protect us." Ji Qingzhu said.

She grabbed Gu Siran, and the two fell into the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron. After the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron was restored, a world automatically opened up inside it. It might also be that the originally silent world was revived again.

"His sea of ​​consciousness has been shattered. He can only see the general idea and cannot inherit the true magical powers." Gu Siran couldn't help but say as he looked at the sea of ​​blood in front of him.

Even if the sea of ​​consciousness is not broken, it is not an easy task to plunder other people's inheritance by searching their souls.

"What would you do if I could inherit the magical power?" Ji Qingzhu's eyes turned and returned to their original appearance. He gently lifted her chin with his slender hand and asked teasingly.

Gu Siran still had an expressionless look on her face. Her slender neck showed a hint of pink, but she was also stimulated to return to her original state. Her gray amber eyes rippled slightly, and she said lightly: "Will you pledge yourself to me?"

Ji Qingzhu was stunned. Oh no, how come his junior sister has also learned this rhetoric?

"It's just a joke, it's not that serious."

Gu Siran's narrow eyes were slightly raised, and her expression also learned the essence of someone else. She really wanted to say that she was not joking.

Pursing her lips, she said, "Sister, you'd better not joke like that. Just tell me about it, so as not to provoke some girls outside and cause misunderstandings."

Eh~ It's so weird and I don't understand it.

Ji Qingzhu reacted at this time, a teasing look appeared on her beautiful face, and she lightly touched the corner of her lips with a finger, smiling even more brightly and charmingly.

"How could that be? You are all my wings," she said.

Gu Siran bit his lips tightly, his amber grey eyes were covered with a layer of mist. Suddenly he saw the smile on his senior sister's lips that he could hardly suppress, and he could only stare at her with resentment.

"Don't think too much. I'm not the kind of person you think." Ji Qingzhu finally couldn't help laughing. He reached out and hugged his junior sister, rubbing her soft gray hair.

I just like teasing girls, but I don't have any improper thoughts about them.

"Really?" Gu Siran looked unconvinced.

"Really? Otherwise, I would have attacked you long ago." Ji Qingzhu considered himself a practitioner with a strong will, and he would only follow the Tao throughout his life.

".That's great, now I don't have to worry."

Gu Siran took a deep breath, his eyes were stern, and he launched the final test. He leaned completely on his senior sister, put his hands around her waist, lowered his head and fell in her arms, their bodies pressed tightly together.
When Ji Qingzhu smelled the faint fragrance of virginity, the smile on her face froze and even her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

It's bad. I spent all day hunting geese, but ended up being pecked by them.

"Crack!"

In a trance, she felt that a crack had appeared in her newly firm faith in the Tao, as if something extraordinary was about to awaken.

"Master, Junior Sister, can you let me go first? I have something important to deal with." Ji Qingzhu asked softly. "Yeah." Gu Siran lowered his head and eyebrows, and his voice was also very small.

I was so excited just now that I forgot to observe whether there was anything wrong with my senior sister. Fortunately, she was not at a disadvantage.

Such intimate actions are rare.

It took Ji Qingzhu several moments to calm down and suppress his inexplicable emotions.

Women will only affect the speed at which she draws the sword!

“Time creates ripples, the years can’t be turned back, the future can’t be found, but the past can still be found”

Invisible ripples arose, illusory and ethereal, the breath of time lingered on Ji Qingzhu's body, and there seemed to be an inexplicable sound of water. The immortal divine light dissipated from her fingertips, poured out, and enveloped the sea of ​​blood that was exploded by Mo Lin.

The road roared, and a terrifying aura was gathering. Fortunately, no one knew what happened, and the heavenly punishment that should have been sent down suddenly disappeared.

Go back in time and reunite with your true self.

Mo Lin's body recovered, and even his first soul was gathered, because Ji Qingzhu did not use any recovery magic, but turned back time and recreated his previous self.

"The soul of the Saint King is difficult to break, but it is in the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron, and I also have the Yin-Yang Scale-Feather Sword to help me. So, I'm sorry, I have to kill you again." Ji Qingzhu held the long sword and pressed it against Mo Lin's eyebrows.

Mo Lin's soul was detained and suppressed, the power of the supreme weapon defeated all his soul's defenses, and the magic sword cut off his complicated thoughts, leaving only the most essential parts.

"Siran, you only have one chance to use your magical powers to receive the inheritance!"

Gu Siran did not dare to delay. A dark red killing knife rushed out from between her eyebrows, resonating with the Tao and activating the killing lord's magical power in Mo Lin's soul. Gradually, a bright red killing sword dripping with blood emerged.

The swords rang out and the murderous intent was shocking.

If it had not been in the Eight Desolations God-Suppressing Cauldron, the outside world would probably have been in turmoil long ago.

After doing all this, Mo Lin's body and soul, which had reappeared in time, exploded again, and lost all the fluctuations of holy power, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh.

"What a pity! The corpse of the Saint King is also a treasure." Ji Qingzhu sighed lightly, but it was worth it in order to seize the inheritance of magical powers.

After all, my junior sister still needs to complete the inheritance.

And even though it seemed like she went back in time very easily and it didn't take her very long, it actually consumed a hundred years of her own lifespan. Fortunately, judging from Siran's appearance, she gained a lot, so her efforts were worth it.

"Senior Sister!" Gu Siran opened his eyes, revealing a look of joy, then threw himself directly into Ji Qingzhu's arms, his excitement beyond words.

"Junior sister, we are not children anymore. Women should not touch each other." Ji Qingzhu turned his face away, pretending to be strong, and gently pushed away the delicate body of his junior sister.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister. I'm just too excited."

Then Gu Siran said with a serious face: "Don't think too much, Senior Sister. I already know your feelings. Since you don't have any intentions in that regard, what does it matter if you and I hug each other and get a little intimate as senior sisters?"

"It seems so." Ji Qingzhu blinked.

But I always feel like something is wrong?
Gu Siran's spirit and energy had obviously become different. It was clear that she had not only completed the inheritance of magical powers, but also gained spiritual enlightenment, which was no less than an enlightenment, and it brought her some indescribable benefits.

"Senior sister, you smell so good."

"Senior sister, your hands are so small."

"Sister, let's comprehend the magical powers together."

Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 things are wrong!

Ji Qingzhu carefully examined his junior sister's body and found no signs of possession, so why was this happening?

He took his junior sister's hand and returned to the sacred land, then casually threw the Eight Desolate God-Suppressing Cauldron to Ji Yuan. Upon seeing this, Ji Yuan also changed back to his original appearance. Noticing a pile of rotten meat left in the cauldron, he refined it into ashes with disgust and then poured it aside.

"You all have returned to your original appearance, so do I have to change my appearance?" Yinluo asked, pointing at herself.

"Don't move, let me do it." Ji Qingzhu stepped forward and fiddled with it for a while, and a beautiful woman with green hair and golden eyes emerged.

"I turned green." Yinluo looked at her long hair.

"Green, a vibrant color, is just right for your practice of the Wood Element." Ji Qingzhu said seriously.

The several people changed completely, their aura and appearance changed drastically, and ordinary people could not recognize them at all.

At this moment, those who had already entered the depths of the sacred land discovered something incredible.

"God Burial Abyss!"

A deep abyss stretched ahead, and above the sky, a nine-day Milky Way crashed down, forming a magnificent waterfall. Next to the waterfall stood a sacred mountain, like a giant monument, engraved with ancient characters, saying that this place was the burial abyss of gods.

Everyone was trembling with fear, as they never expected that the burial place of the gods was right before their eyes.

No one could remain calm, as everyone was filled with excitement. Although the divine land was full of treasures, there were not many that were useful to those who had broken through the limits of the holy realm. Now they had come across the burial ground of the gods. If nothing unexpected happened, they would see the bodies of the gods. That would be a great opportunity.

"What is that?" someone suddenly exclaimed.

On the other side of the God Burial Abyss, there is a broken mountain and river. The isolated peaks look like huge tombs. Now, disturbed by outsiders, some of the tombs have been overturned, and terrible aura fluctuations are emanating from them.

"It's a corpse ghost Yin puppet. The ancients passed away, but their obsessions are still there. It is said that the stronger they were in life, the more powerful the corpse ghost they turned into after death will be. However, generally speaking, they are not as powerful as they were in life."

Hundreds and thousands of corpses opened up large graves and screamed wildly on the other side of the abyss. They had no consciousness and could only tear apart all invading enemies.

Looking from afar, there are many corpse ghosts that can rival true saints, and there are even a few that are more ferocious.

"They can't get through the God Burial Abyss!" Someone showed joy.

“But I want to enter the God Burial Abyss to pay homage to the gods.” A Saint King said dimly, grabbing the man and throwing him into the abyss.

The zombies on the other side of the river rioted and rushed into the abyss, and soon tore the man to pieces.

“Sure enough, the corpse ghosts cannot come here, but that does not prevent them from entering the God Burial Abyss, because they were originally the subordinates of the gods, so they can be buried here after death and be protected forever.” Another Saint King spoke.

"It is said that after a corpse ghost drinks enough blood, it will fall into a deep sleep." Another sage king revealed a secret.

The three Saint Kings with the highest cultivation levels quickly reached a consensus and drove all the cultivators into the God Burial Abyss. The other one did not try to stop them and was willing to reap the benefits.

Only one old Taoist kept his eyes on the waterfall.
(End of this chapter)