Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 249 Strike the Grandmaster with Lightning, It's Against Propriety

The Spiritual Immortal of the Xuanhuang Sect is originally a spiritual root of heaven and earth from the land of grass and trees, and is as famous as the Lord of Yandu, Tongtian Qingliu.

The essence of heaven and earth is so powerful that the bolts of heavenly lightning that Xue Lan summoned were of little use except for striking some leaves.

However, Xue Lan just wanted to harass Linghuang Zhenren.

The main problem is that it's annoying.

When the third bolt of lightning struck, Xue Lan saw Dao Xuanzi, who exuded murderous intent, from a distance.

As I said before, I feel very close to my senior master, and I suppose he feels the same way about me.

The woman pretended not to see the immortal sword in Dao Xuanzi's hand and raised her hand to put the little yellow fish shrine back into her sleeve.

As he flipped his hand, a scroll appeared in his palm.

Xue Tong saw the woman throw the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map in her hand into the air.

A pitch-black scroll unfurled around her, resembling a long, narrow wall. Within it, the Spirit Gathering Cauldron slowly flew out, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy as if rivers were flowing into the sea.

After doing all this, Xue Lan turned her head away with great determination, no longer looking at Dao Xuanzi, and focused on raising the long sword in her hand to lure the heavenly lightning to strike the Linghuang Tree.

Xue Tong couldn't help but say, "You're so tough now?"

Xue Lan's voice, tinged with laughter, rang in her ear: "While I was in seclusion, I repaired the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map."

Xue Tong was somewhat curious. The Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map was arguably the most precious of all of Xue Lan's magical artifacts, and its main material was the Moon Silkworm Silk from the Jiangyun Sect.

What did Xue Lan use to fix it?

While she was pondering, Dao Xuanzi had already struck the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map with his sword.

A deep blue sword light stood atop the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, instantly distorting the surrounding scenery. It seemed poised to cleave the entire painting in two.

But unexpectedly, after all the entangled spiritual energy dissipated, the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map remained intact, quietly suspended in mid-air.

Xue Tong saw Dao Xuanzi's expression freeze.

The girl's voice was filled with surprise: "It actually blocked it!"

"Have you found a repair material to replace the Moon Silkworm Silk?" she couldn't help but ask Xue Lan.

The woman who was summoning heavenly lightning curled her lips into a smile, her smugness barely concealed: "I learned the art of drawing silk from Sister Yu Niang."

Upon hearing the woman's words, Xue Tong already knew where Xue Lan's moon silkworm silk came from.

The spell that Shunhua Daojun cast on Xue Lan's sacrificial robe could prevent her from forcefully destroying it, but it couldn't prevent her from quietly dismantling it.

The thought of Xue Lan picking at the silkworm threads inside the sacrificial robe with a needle in the cave makes me want to laugh.

The murderous aura on Xue Lan's longsword slowly dissipated, with only a small portion still clinging stubbornly to the tip.

Dao Xuanzi was initially surprised when his sword light was blocked by the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, but when he remembered that it was Xue Lan's life-saving treasure, he was no longer surprised.

The old man slowly raised his hand in mid-air, and the Yangtze River was tinged with a layer of azure water.

At the same time, Xue Lan turned her head slightly and sensed an incredibly powerful sword intent coming from her side.

"Master Master is getting serious. This last bit of killing intent is up to you."

The inner demon that stood quietly in Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness nodded slowly and uttered a soft single syllable: "Okay."

Xue Lan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had a pair of ice-blue pupils.

The inner demon gripped the hilt of the longsword, and an invisible malevolent aura surged from the woman's palm into the sword, powerful and domineering, almost instantly pulling the sword's consciousness into a pitch-black space.

This is the final step in reshaping the single-edged sword. The man dressed in black looked at the scene before him with some surprise.

Just moments ago, he was still dazed and confused by the corrosive aura and the baptism of the black lightning, but who knew that he would suddenly find himself in this completely unfamiliar space.

It wasn't entirely unfamiliar; he looked towards the center of the dark space, where a woman with snow-white hair stood.

Is it Xue Lan?

No... it's not Xue Lan.

The young man took a few steps back, looking at the woman in front of him with utter astonishment.

The inner demon slowly raised its head to look at the single blade, its icy blue eyes like an unmelting ice lake.

The woman's voice was indifferent: "There's no time."

What does it mean that there is no time left? Dan Dao was a little confused, but the strange space around him did not give him time to think. The darkness under his feet had turned into a black swamp in the time he was distracted.

The person opposite him was very good at dealing with his sword light. Every time the brilliant light of his sword landed on the swamp at his feet, it would disappear into the swamp as if it had sunk into the sea.

Before losing consciousness, he saw the demonic energy emanating from the woman who had the same face as Xue Lan.

"magic……"

The inner demon stood atop the single blade, looking helplessly at the youth already submerged in the dark swamp, and spoke:

"You can't just say things like that... Xue Lan."

Xue Lan looked at the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map that was about to be damaged and said lazily, "Understood."

The moment the two finished their exchange, the last wisp of malevolent energy swirling around the longsword seemed to be shattered by something and disappeared.

The time has come.

Xue Lan swiftly retrieved the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, then gracefully slid to her knees, lifting her robes as she did so.

"This disciple knows his mistake and will correct it!"

The sound was loud and clear, resounding throughout the entire Xuanhuang Cave Heaven.

Dao Xuanzi, who had already unleashed his sword move, saw Xue Lan withdraw the magical weapon in front of him. This unlucky kid even came straight at him. He almost suffered internal injuries from abruptly withdrawing his sword move.

As the spiritual energy gathered at the sword tip dissipated, the old man finally abandoned his pride as the sect leader and cursed, "Why are you coming up here? Are you out of your mind? I'm asking you, are you out of your mind?!"

Xue Lan's voice was somewhat cold and hard, carrying a perfectly feigned stubbornness and defiance; upon closer listening, one could even detect a hint of a sob in it.

"Disciple knows his mistake."

"You know you're wrong..."

Linghuang Zhenren, who had been hiding in a cave under the Linghuang Tree for some time, came out stroking his beard and almost completely disregarded the proper manners of an elder.

He flew to a point three steps away from Xue Lan, looked at the woman, pointed at himself, and asked, "Who am I?"

Xue Lan raised her eyes: "Grandmaster."

"You still remember I am your grandmaster! You are a disobedient and unfilial grand-disciple..."

As the insults dragged on, Xue Lan couldn't utter any more damaging words, and she still acted as if she didn't care, which made the old man so anxious that he stomped his feet in mid-air.

Xue Lan maintained her icy expression when she suddenly heard Xue Tong speak: "Look at your grandmaster, he's about to break."

"I volunteered to play and help him."

Go find somewhere cool to stay!

Xue Tong slunk away.

Linghuang Zhenren was defeated, and Daoxuanzi took the stage.

This was a veteran player who had fought Xue Lan many times. He immediately used the Immortal Binding Rope to restrain Xue Lan and prevent her from doing anything shocking again.

"It's because the Xuanhuang Sect has spoiled you too much!"

This rebuke resounded throughout the entire Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, even reaching Elder Nie, who guarded the entrance.

Inside the Xuanhuang Sect's Enforcement Hall, a junior disciple rushed in, speaking to the young man behind the desk: "Senior Brother Du, Sect Leader...aren't we going to go and see?"

Du Tao looked miserable. Almost everyone in his generation who knew Xue Lan's name had gone to the Desolate Battlefield. Now, the people in the Law Enforcement Hall were all young disciples who had been promoted from the outer sect.

It's normal not to know about Xue Lan.

He waved his hand dismissively: "I have no say in the affairs of other peaks, but no one from the Enforcement Hall is allowed to leave!"

The junior disciple hurriedly went to relay the order, and the young man couldn't help but cover his eyes: "As expected of you, Senior Sister Xue."

On the Spirit Tree, after Dao Xuanzi finished his angry rebuke, Xue Lan understood that he was truly furious.

But who isn't?

The woman was bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, but she still stubbornly raised her head: "I want to see my master."

Dao Xuanzi was furious: "Then go find him! What are you doing, causing a scene at home?"

Master Linghuang coughed twice, feeling guilty.

"Cough cough!"

Dao Xuanzi turned to look at him, his thoughts racing, and finally asked incredulously, "Junior Uncle?"

His junior uncle, who was thousands of years old, didn't speak. He turned his face away, wanting to go back into the tree!

Dao Xuanzi looked at Xue Lan, whom he had bound, and then at Linghuang Zhenren. Suddenly, an extremely absurd idea came to his mind.

Is he, the sect leader, being sidelined?

Why do I know nothing?

Dao Xuanzi struggled to maintain his dignified image, looked at Xue Lan, and his tone softened: "Then you can't summon heavenly lightning to strike your grandmaster, it's against etiquette."

Xue Lan sneered. Having come this far, she had no intention of hiding anything. She spoke frankly:

"I need to find my master. He helped my master conceal his aura."

Dao Xuanzi chuckled and silently put the Immortal Binding Rope back.

"Don't be angry, your senior uncle will mediate between you two..."

"My master is dying!"

A single sentence exploded in Dao Xuanzi's ears like a thunderclap. The sect leader dragged back his junior uncle, who was trying to sneak away, and coldly asked Xue Lan, "What do you mean?"

Xue Lan stood up and stretched her wrists: "My master has cultivated the Ephemeral Everlasting Technique."

She glanced at Dao Xuanzi's ashen face and felt that the fire wasn't burning enough, so she added a handful of dry firewood: "Five hundred years."

Dao Xuanzi's lips trembled slightly as he grabbed Linghuang Zhenren's wrist: "How did you know?"

Xue Lan raised the jet-black longsword, and all the evil aura on it disappeared, revealing two engraved characters on the upper part of the blade: "Suppress Demons".

"This is the sword of Master Jiuye, Zhao Qingying. He told me about it."

Dao Xuanzi looked at the pitch-black longsword, his face extremely grim.

The old man's voice was extremely deep: "Go and invite your senior masters to Xuanling Peak."

Xue Lan obediently lowered her head: "Yes."

Then, she saw Dao Xuanzi give Linghuang Zhenren a friendly smile:

"Uncle-Master, please come to my cave for a while..."