Yun Qingtong guò Shui Ling'er sneaked into Xi Mutong's virtual realm, viciously stirred the surface of her shoreless lake, and laughed proudly: "Xi Mutong, I can actually use guò Shui Ling'er's brain and enter your virtual realm! If I suck up the water of this lake, I can not only kill you, but also make Shui Ling'er go crazy and become a waste person who has lost all his skills, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone, let me make this trip worthwhile?"

was doing evil, and suddenly felt a sword qi attacking behind her, she was startled, and hurriedly dodged, and saw five figures rushing towards her, officially the ethereal monk, Lancang Niangniang, Sword Immortal Yunjian, Withered Dao Elder and Cloud Clothes.

"Where did this demon come from, dare to run into Tong'er's virtual realm to make trouble!" Lan Cang Niangniang shouted angrily, and a sword was born in her hand, stabbing straight at Yunqing.

The other four were also surprised when they saw this invader at first glance, but what followed was anger, standing with Lancang Niangniang, forming a situation of encirclement against her.

Yun Qing saw that there were many of them, and his body had been exhausted a lot, so he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat them, so he wanted to turn back into black smoke and burrow into the lake.

Yun Zhishang's eyes were sharp, how could she succeed, and shouted: "It's not good! This evil thing is going to enter Tong'er's brain!" Before the words fell, the cloud silk brocade had already flown over, but it only pounced.

The ethereal monk was not in a hurry, and said with a drunken smile: "Demon, even if you are a little bit of a way, you dare to get an axe in front of your grandfather? Why don't you quickly enter my wine pot and add a plate of snacks and food to me! If the poor monk makes you into fried stinky tofu, is it okay?"

Yun Qing swept the corner of his eyes to him, and secretly complained in his heart, "Oh no, this bald donkey, it must be the founder of Zhitian Zen, Xi Mutong's master, called the Ethereal Monk! I'm a ghost and he's an immortal, but don't ask him to take me away with that gourd!"

Thinking of this, she didn't dare to force herself into the lake again, so she could only dodge vigilantly, get out of the virtual realm, and rush out of the forehead of the water bell.

The four spirits can only rely on the virtual realm to manifest their forms, so among the five people, Yun Zhishang is the only one who can be pursued, so he turned to the four and said, "Don't worry, everyone, with my Yun Meinan here, this goods will not be able to leave!" and followed.

Yun Qing thought that as long as he could get out, he would be able to get rid of the pursuit of the five people in the virtual realm, so he landed on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

She dodged in horror, and asked, "Who are you?" Why are you chasing after me?", and then she looked at it intently, and exclaimed in surprise, and asked, "Aren't you the one who left the fairy clouds......?" Aren't you dead?"

The dormitory was dark, and it was difficult for Yun Zhishang to see her true face, and when she suddenly heard her call out her name and surname, she was also stunned, and said in her heart: "How can this thing know me? Could it be that now my name has been well-known throughout the Six Realms?"

But when he thought about it, he realized that her voice sounded familiar, so he tried to search his head, and at the same time secretly pondered her shape.

Suddenly, he remembered a person, and hurriedly patted his head and asked angrily, "Could it be that you are the ghost king of Nanke Mountain?"

Yun Qing's identity was recognized by him, and he did not panic, but laughed insolently, "Yun Zhishang, that day is your fate, and you can find a way to escape from my Nanke Mountain." But alas, you are destined to die, even if you escape from my palm, you will still die in my master's dragon tooth mirror. Now that you are a ghost, you have to obey me, the king of ghosts, and why don't you quickly submit to me and listen to my orders?"

Yun Zhishang was full of disdain, and before he could answer, he heard a clear voice from the door: "Yun Qing, don't you think about it!"

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"Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven...... Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight ...... Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ...... Three thousand ......"

In the virtual realm, the voice of the water bell counting the arhats was extremely weak.

He tried his best to fill the meridians around his body with his true qi, and stubbornly resisted his heart veins, so that his heart was immortal, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

A branch of golden bora buds was handed out, and drops of blood flowed out of his fingertips and sprinkled onto the sea beneath him.

Every Arhat who appeared in front of him could smile, but his hand to give flowers was numb.

Finally, after counting the three thousand Arhats, he Yaohaijue was successfully promoted.

Zhuyue couldn't hide her joy, let out a long breath, let go of her fingers, reflexively sat back in her original position, folded it again, and twisted up the Bodhi Zi Buddha beads.

But when Shui Ling'er was successful, when he opened his eyes and looked at him again, he saw that his figure had become erratic, almost fading into a silhouette.

(To be continued.) )