After the flying saucer captured the entire sect, I became very popular among the stars.

The visitors were two foundation-building monks, and the Feilong Gang had spent a lot of money to catch her.

In order to escape, Chu Yao used a broken talisman that he had collected for a long time.

This talisman can only be used once, which is comparable to the full blow of the fake elixir monk.

Chu Yao seriously injured one person, and then he got a chance to escape.

She exhausted all her trump cards to deal with another man and fled to the end of the world.

It seems that she has been on the run since she embarked on the path of cultivation.

But Chu Yao was used to it.

She was at the tenth level of Qi refining, and after running for less than a day, she was forced to a dead end by the foundation-building monks.

When all hope was lost, Chu Yao met his future master for the first time.

This is a woman who looks about the same age as herself, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes, misty temples and cloudy hair. The dark gauze skirt on her body is swaying in the wind. She looks like a jade-colored fairy. Angry and self-defeating.

She happened to pass by, and the snow fell from the sky. With just a wave of his hand, the foundation-building monk turned into powder.

"Finally, I found a good seedling." The woman said calmly to Chu Yao: "Two years later, at the Tianyin Immortal Conference, if we are destined, you and I will meet each other."

The woman left her words and left.

Chu Yao has been practicing for six years, and only today did he realize that he is a dark spiritual root that has not been seen in a hundred years.

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The Tianyin Immortal Ascension Conference also has a nickname in the cultivation world, called the Demon Ascension Conference.

This meeting is held every ten years and is specially established for the world's casual cultivators. Thousands of people compete to compete and those at the forefront will be admitted to the sect.

There is an additional reward for the top three, the Foundation Building Pill.

On the martial arts stage, a female cultivator wearing a fancy costume and covering her face with a black veil attracted special attention.

Compared with ordinary casual cultivators, she seems to have countless means. Sometimes the talismans appear frequently, sometimes the spells are repeated in succession, the attacks are ruthless, causing death or injury, which is unpredictable.

This is Chu Yao, who is twenty-three years old and has perfected his Qi refining.

She has been fighting in the Northern Territory for several years, fighting with people and animals. She has grown up from the battle and is no longer the ignorant girl she was when she was just starting out.

She became the dark horse of that Demon Ascension Conference. She won the top three places with her weird Taoist skills and tried her best.

It was also from this time that the name "Ghost Fairy" began to spread in the North.

After the conference, she met the woman who saved her life again.

Only then did Chu Yao realize that the woman was actually the ancestor of Tianyin, a Nascent Soul monk who was at the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

The ancestor accepted her as his successor, took her to his residence, and taught her the "Netherworld Art" that was more suitable for the cultivation of dark spiritual roots.

Looking at the small bed that belonged to him in the cave, Chu Yao's eyes were filled with tears.

This was the first time she cried since her last master died.

Not out of sadness, but out of joy.

After eight years of practice, she finally had a place to stay.

——

After moving into the cave, she chose to retreat at the instruction of her ancestor.

Chu Yao successfully built the foundation, which was not difficult for her. Everything was accumulated.

After leaving seclusion, Chu Yao met Senior Sister Bai for the first time.

The white-haired woman brought her new clothes and magical artifacts, and took her around the sect.

They flew over the majestic main hall, the magnificent Sutra Pavilion, the holy land shrouded in fairy mist, and the bustling peaks...

Everywhere she went, people smiled and saluted her, commensurate with her seniority.

Chu Yao had just arrived and was still a little uncomfortable.

Having seen so many intrigues and intrigues in the world, she couldn't believe that monks could still interact with one another so calmly.

It turns out that when monks meet, they don't necessarily have to fight to the death.

Under the guidance of her senior sister, she got to know many people.

To Tianyin Sect, she felt at home for the first time.

——

Above the snowfield, the demonic aura is overwhelming and the beast tide is surging.

In the northern region of Feng Yuan, there is a craze of monsters that is rare to see in a century.

This chaos swept all directions, whether it was a small mountain sect or a high-level sect, they were all involved in this unreasonable disaster, and no one was spared.

Under a cliff, a group of twenty Tianyin Sect disciples started a fierce battle with the monster.

In the center of the crowd, a beautiful and pure woman was calm and composed, and the sky was filled with light when she waved her hand.

This is Chu Yao, who is thirty-three years old and in the late stage of foundation building.

Because she swallowed the Dingyan Pill, her appearance stayed at the age of twenty-three.

"Senior Sister Chu! There are too many monsters in this batch, I'm afraid we won't be able to resist them!"

"You go first! I'll take the lead!"

Chu Yao flashed and jumped in front of everyone. With a wave of her hand, numerous ghost figures floated on the ground, separating her from the others.

"Senior sister!" Someone's eyes were red and the canthus was about to burst.

"Why don't you leave quickly? Do you think you have a long life?"

She is already the best among her peers, with a fierce reputation for her ghost skills, and no one in her class dares to offend her.

At this time, she can no longer rely on others, but becomes the support of others.

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After the beast tide calmed down, before Chu Yao could breathe a sigh of relief, bad news came from the sect.

Master passed away.

He didn't die in a fight, but his life span was over.

The sect held a grand funeral for him.

Chu Yao and Bai Yue saw the two of them standing in front of their master's coffin, standing silently.

Chu Yao has long known that Master's time is running out, which is why she is anxious to find more successors.

But Chu Yao didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

Without the master, there are only two Nascent Soul cultivators left in the sect, so one can imagine what kind of turmoil will occur.

"Junior sister, I want to go into seclusion to conceive a baby." Bai Yuejian said firmly, "Although I have a narrow escape from death in this seclusion, I have to fight for it..."

As the master's personal successor, Bai Yuejian, who is in the late stage of Jindan, must hold up the backbone.

"Senior sister, I understand." Chu Yao forced a smile, "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble for you."

"what's your plan?"

"I want to go on a trip. You have worked so hard, how can I not work hard?"

The two future Tianjiao looked at each other and smiled.

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High on the mountain, there were dark clouds and thunder.

The dark crowd surrounded the mountain peak and stood out of thin air. Those were the enemies who were chasing Chu Yao here.

"Bitch, give me back my ancient spiritual plant!"

"Chu Ye! I call out three numbers. If you don't come out, I will lead people to level your mountain!"

"How can a casual cultivator like you control a heaven-defying magic weapon like the Zihuang Sword! Why don't you hand it over to me!"

These monks were densely packed, some were stepping on ferocious beasts, or some were holding magic weapons, and each of them had a fierce spirit.

They have evil intentions, and all they want is to kill people and seize treasures.

"Hahahaha, if you want something, come and grab it!"

"Chu Ye" laughed loudly, turning into a ray of bright purple light and shooting out of the sky.

In the wind and rain, the Taoist robes are fluttering and the long hair is fluttering.

One person and one sword stand on the top of the mountain without any fear.

The purple sword shines on the woman, and the rustling beats the shooting star.

This is a Chu ballad from the Jindan period.

Confident, flamboyant, and arrogant.

Even if there are thousands of people blocking her, she still dares to carve out a sonorous avenue single-handedly.

There is no way that pink and white are not beautiful, who says women are inferior to men!

"The Zihuang Sword is mine——!" A monk suddenly stretched out his claws to grab Chu Yao.

With his move, the other cultivators finally couldn't hold back and took action decisively.

The aura surged and the color of heaven and earth changed.

A golden elixir war worthy of being recorded in the history of Feng Yuan has begun.