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Chapter 382 To be revised

As soon as she finished speaking, golden light flashed in her hand, and the peach wood sword was already in Bai Ningyu's hand.

She just stretched out her wrist and chanted a spell. As the huge Bagua array started to rotate, thousands of sharp swords suddenly appeared in the void.

Bai Ningyu stabbed fiercely at the force pulling her down into the abyss.

The next moment, thousands of swords were fired at the same time, and the majestic sword energy, carrying powerful energy, slashed straight towards the abyss.

In an instant, the two energies collided, causing a strange movement under the abyss.

At the same time, the force that restrained Bai Ningyu also disappeared.

Putting away the peach wood sword, Bai Ningyu cautiously walked towards the abyss.

But in just a moment, Bai Ningyu touched the layer below the abyss, a barrier covered with golden runes.

Just as Bai Ningyu was thinking about how to enter the barrier without destroying it.

This barrier seemed to be sensitive to something and a vortex appeared, like an opened door.

Bai Ningyu was slightly startled, and found that the Emperor's Seal in the space flashed with a golden light and fell down. Then she understood why the barrier was opened.

It seems that the suppression and sealing of the ghosts in the abyss is also the work of the Emperor of the Underworld.

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Seeing Song Xiaotang retreat, Xin Yiyu couldn't help but worry and whispered, "Master, when we went down the mountain this time, many martial artists and foreigners appeared in the city. It seems that they are all here for the four treasures. When the country is in trouble, it is our Wudang's duty to stand up and help. You sent my junior sister down the mountain alone, but I am afraid that with her skills, she will not be able to protect herself if she encounters real danger. How about I go down the mountain with her?"

Song Jufeng shook his head and frowned slightly, thinking that things might not be that simple. He raised his hand and said, "No, Xiaotang will be fine with Ren Xiaoyao here. Yiyu, I have something more important for you to do." Song Jufeng said something in Xin Yiyu's ear.

Xin Yiyu immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, disciple will go right away!"

Song Jufeng waved his hand to signal Xin Yiwu to leave.

Xin Yiyu quietly left the room.

Song Jufeng looked at the dark clouds outside the window, his mind full of thoughts. He thought that something big was about to happen in this world, and he had to inform all the sects and schools so that they could be prepared.

Dark clouds gathered and the red sun sank into the sky.

The brothels and gambling houses were all bustling with lights and wine.

The Wuhua Nongying Pavilion was a scene of riot of colour. The hall was packed with guests, and there was singing and dancing on the stage. The dancers were slender and graceful, attracting the guests' attention with their elegant dance moves, making the male guests reluctant to look away.

But at this time, Zhao Leshu was nowhere to be seen.

The room was pitch black, and only the faint candlelight from the living room shone into the room, allowing the outlines of objects to be discerned in the darkness.

The red gauze dances in the air.

A gust of wind blew past, and Zhao Leshu fell backward, avoiding the man's attacking hand, and then pulled out two flat hairpins from his hair and shot them at the man.

The man dodged and caught one of Zhao Leshu's hairpins, while the other hairpin cut off a piece of cloth from the man's outer robe and shot steadily onto the wooden cabinet.

The man's voice was indifferent and low, and he asked with a hint of displeasure: "Are you trying to murder your husband, Ah Shu?"

Zhao Leshu ignored the man's words, waved his sleeve and slapped the man again, mixed with his internal force, and hit him mercilessly.

The man's eyes tightened, and an aura of danger mixed with anger instantly emanated. Zhao Leshu's palms were extremely sharp, but the man was able to dodge them easily every time. After dozens of dodging moves, the man finally subdued Zhao Leshu, forced her to the edge of the bed, and deliberately pressed Zhao Leshu on the bed.

The man's gloomy voice sounded again: "Ashu, is that little demon Ren here again today?" There was even a hint of sourness in his tone.