"Can."

The eldest gentleman nodded expressionlessly.

"A few days ago, they said that my autumn water is bad water, so today I will let them see the evil of my autumn water."

"clang!"

The third bell rang out from the underground of Qiushui again.

A cold chill blew from the courtyard gate behind them, and immediately the whole world was as cold as if it was winter.

After the third bell rang, the red spells that had originally entangled around them suddenly shattered.

What followed was a strong wind blew around the two of them, and thick and majestic true energy whistled out of their bodies, directly dispersing the thick clouds above their heads.

Even when the third bell rang, the originally frightening Tianzhu Formation suddenly shaked inexplicably, as if it was being violently impacted by something.

...

The white garden of autumn water.

The owner of the garden, Liu Qingqing, stood in the middle of the white water with a white ruler in hand, and spells climbed from the white water ruler in her hand in groups like ants, and finally all entered the pool. Around the pool, many Baiyuan disciples were doing the same posture as Liu Qingqing, and kept reciting something in their mouths.

The whole Baiyuan seemed to be in a strange ceremony.

"Senior brother... This mountain trapped mantra is only the last mantra seal. Do you really need to be untied?"

Liu Qingqing, who had a pale face, held the white ruler in her hands tightly and looked up at Song Shuwen.

"You and I don't know what exactly is trapped in Qiushui Mountain, but there is no doubt that this thing is definitely a catastrophe for Shizhou."

She added.

"For the ten states, our Qiushui has already completed the righteousness."

Song Shuwen frowned and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Liu Qingqing's forehead.

"We have generations of Qiushui disciples who are willing to accept the backlash of this mountain trapped mantra and suppress the evil under the ground at the cost of our own cultivation and luck. In the long run, it will cause my Qiushui to gradually weaken, but I don't want to..."

When he said this, Song Shuwen paused for a moment, snorted coldly, and then he saw him seemingly very angry and continued:

"But I don't want these incompetent little ones to regard my Qiushui's kindness as weak, and now they want to kill me Qiushui! Since they disdain to my Qiushui's kindness, let them feel my Qiushui's anger and malice."

The sound of his speech was filled with perseverance in his calmness.

“Okay.”

After hearing this, Liu Qingqing finally gritted her teeth and said:

"Then let them die."

As she said that, she took a deep breath, raised her thin hand, and then pointed at the Baishui ruler floating in front of her. A stream of essence and blood overflowed from her fingertips into the Baishui ruler, and transformed into tiny red spells in the Baishui ruler. Finally, she crawled out from the Baishui ruler and crawled to the ground and into the bottom of the lake.

"I'll help you."

Song Shuwen nodded first, then sat in front of Liu Qingqing in the same position, stretched out one hand and pointed a finger on the white ruler, and then forced a drop of essence and blood from his hand to seep into the white ruler.

"I didn't expect that my senior brother's spell did not regress at all."

Liu Qingqing opened her eyes with a hint of fatigue on her face and looked at Song Shuwen with a smile.

"My junior sister is praised."

Song Shuwen also smiled, and the scene in his mind where the two of them learned their skills when they were young was suddenly vivid in their minds.

"Senior brother, wait for the mantra of trapping the mountain to be unraveled, I want to have a good sleep here."

Liu Qingqing said.

"I'll accompany you."

Song Shuwen still had a faint smile on his face, and there was a hint of undetectable doting in his eyes.

"Then can I sleep on your lap with my senior brother?"

Liu Qingqing asked.

"able."

Song Shu Wendao.

"Thank you, senior brother, except for master, this world, senior brother treats me the best."

Liu Qingqing closed her eyes with satisfaction.

"It seems I'm going to get faster, I'm so sleepy."

Liu Qingqing, who yawned with his eyes closed, suddenly a green light flashed around him, and then the red spell in the white water ruler in front of him rushed out like an ant colony.

In a blink of an eye, the black and red spells were covered with two pools of water, one black and one white.

It was like Liu Qingqing who had fallen asleep. At this time, he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth slightly. A purple and green aura burst out from her mouth, like two rays of light flying into two pools on the black side.

As the purple and green air entered the pool, the water in the two pools began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon all the water in the pool disappeared, leaving only two deep pits of the pool that could not be seen.

Not long after, a biting chill came from the bottom of the pit with a melodious bell.

The mantra that imprisoned Qiu Shui's disciples for thousands of years was completely untied.

Liu Qingqing no longer cared about whether she was doing right or wrong. She closed her heavy eyelids and fell on Song Shuwen.

...

Not only Mr. Da and Shi Chong, as the third bell rang, figures suddenly flew out from various levels of Qiu Shui, accompanied by their sudden pressure.

Those autumn water cultivators who seemed to be in their twilight suddenly seemed to be reborn at this time.

Some people even broke through the realm at the moment the bell rang.

For example, Wang Can, the Zhuli Temple, who just came with Mr. Big, and Zhou Song, the disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion.

For a moment, the purple clouds that only appeared after the cultivator broke through the realm were rolling and surging above the autumn water like fireworks. The dead silence of the autumn water was instantly dispersed by this abundant vitality.

"You have suffered so much over the years."

The eldest gentleman glanced at Wang Can who was already standing behind him.

"Sir, you are not the same?"

Wang Can shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mr.

Shi Chong suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two. Although he had not broken through the realm, he had completely returned to the peak state of the sword maniac back then. The scorching energy around him was like real flames.

"My red night can no longer hold back."

His eyes were staring at Yang Zhicheng not far away like a wolf.

Mr. Hearing the words, Mr. Nodded. It was obvious that he knew very well that it was not the time to sigh.

"A disciple who has been in Qiushui for a hundred years has come out."

The eldest gentleman raised the Kaishan in his hand high, and then shouted in his somewhat hoarse voice:

"Today, we will never stop with this fairy palace that destroyed my Lingshan Mountain!"

After saying that, with a wave of the sword, the disciples behind him who had been in their prime, walked out from the courtyard like birds, facing the wind and thunder cannons.

The reason why Mr. Great chose disciples over 100 years of age is not entirely because he cherishes the seedlings, but because these people are benefiting from the release of the mountain curse. At this moment, both their true essence and soul are close to their peak states.

This is also the plan that Mr. Da has always planned to use this short-term spiritual power to defeat the Allies in the Immortal Palace like lightning.

"Qiu Shui's counterattack is coming."

Looking at the Qiushui disciple who was flying towards him, Xu Daoning swallowed.

"Retreat on the ship first!"
Chapter completed!