"You!!" Xuan Qing's expression was gloomy, his eyes were full of anxiety, despair and resentment.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, grabbed Xi Yue's hand and said, "My dear disciple, listen to me. I will fight to the death to get you out. When you reach the eighth level of the swimming prison, don't delay and hide immediately. Do you hear me?"
At this point, he had no other options except to sacrifice his own life to buy a glimmer of hope for Xiyue.
A red light flashed in Xuanqing's eyes, and the nails that were holding Xiyue's fingers were peeled off, leaving a bloody mess, but his movements were very large.
However, before he could make a move, he heard the girl sigh helplessly, "Master, I am at least your talented and intelligent disciple, right? Do you really think I am that stupid? How could I come to save you and be trapped by these three idiots?"
Xuanqing paused, his face full of surprise.
Saruman frowned and said, "You didn't fall for it? That's impossible! No one can enter the swimming prison, and no one can save you now. Stop pretending to scare us!"
Xi Yue laughed, flipped her wrist slightly, and the Lishui Sword appeared in her hand.
The five elements of spiritual power in the body are running wildly.
The next moment, a powerful spiritual pressure was released.
Xuanqing's eyes widened.
Wu Hai and Saruman showed expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.
Wu Jue's knees went weak and he fell to the ground with a thud.
This... this, this, how is this possible
The pressure released by this girl was even stronger than that of Wu Hai and Saruman.
No, it’s not powerful, but much more powerful.
That is... the peak of the Mahayana stage, where one can enter the god-level realm in just one step.
"No, this is impossible!" Saruman shook his head frantically, "Your age is obviously only twenty, how could you possibly reach the peak of the Mahayana stage? This is absolutely impossible!"
Xi Yue poured all of her spiritual power into the Lishui Sword.
He raised the sword in the air, and then swung it down lightly like a dragonfly touching the water.
Make light of heavy tasks without any effort.
With a loud bang, the barrier that could trap monks below the god level was shattered without even the slightest resistance.
Xuan Qing blinked, then blinked again, then turned to look at the girl beside him: "Are you really my good disciple? Not someone else pretending to be me?"
Xi Yue smiled slightly, "It's true, Master, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
Xuan Qing: “…” You still call this not embarrassing? He was almost blinded by the shock!
Xi Yue narrowed her eyes and looked at Saruman and Wu Hai. "These two people have been torturing Master for the past ten years, right? Let me, your disciple, seek justice for you today!"
"Humph, even if you are at the peak of the Mahayana stage, so what? We have two Mahayana stages. Can you really take on the two of us by yourself?"
Wu Hai and Saruman had calmed down by now and took out their magic weapons.
Xi Yue smiled slightly, and with a thought, the Purple Netherworld Net flew into the sky.
A quarter of an hour later.
Xuanqing looked at Wu Hai and Saruman, who were lying on the ground with their limbs chopped off and completely unable to resist. He felt dazed and couldn't recover at all.
As for Wu Jue.
He didn't even need Xi Yue to take action. He just looked at Xi Yue's sword pointing at him, and his eyes rolled back. He stopped breathing, and his body was covered in feces and urine.
He was frightened to death by the tragic plight of Wu Hai and Saruman. (To be continued)