He looked at the only Taoist who could be seen in the entire Kunlun Mountains at this time and said, "Qian Luo Chen Jing has met a true person." Chen Jing didn't say Jinhe Chen Jing because he came to rescue Ye Qingxue. The Taoist looked at him lightly and Chen Jing continued, "I heard that my sister Ye is in the Kunlun Mountains?" This sentence did not carry any murderous intent, very calm.

  The young man in the apricot yellow Taoist robe finally turned his gaze to Chen Jing, with a calm and tranquil expression, but also with a sense of a thousand-year-old Daoist successor looking at a rustic Daoist. He didn't even ask who Chen Jing's shifu was, simply saying: "Not in Kunlun."

  "Where is it?" Chen Jing asked tightly, his tone quite cold, which was very rude to this Taoist. The Taoist didn't seem angry either and said: "Linglong Town's You Tower."

  Chen Jing's butterfly transformation body was expressionless, but the aura around him suddenly condensed, and he said in a cold voice: "Is my master sister still alive?"

  "In the Linglong Pagoda, no one can survive for three days." The young man in apricot yellow Taoist robe said lightly.

  He looked at Chen Jing, the crystal tower in the sky seemed to be self-sustaining and didn't need anyone to control it. Chen Jing understood that this Taoist's aura had merged with Kunlun Mountain and the tower, reaching a state of telepathy, just like when he wielded his sword - no gestures or incantations were needed, a mere thought would make the sword change in countless ways. The golden tower was the same.

  "Why."

  "The reckless peek at the mountain of immortals, the sequence of the door of chaos, will naturally disappear." The young Taoist said lightly, no longer looking at Chen Jing, his hand suddenly stretched out from under his sleeve and slowly lifted up, while the primordial energy in Kunlun Mountain surged like a tsunami.

  In these Kunlun Mountains, this young Taoist is like a god, with every move of his hands and feet changing the colors of the sky.

  The flames on the pagoda rose again, almost drowning the Dragon King. And in the instant those spirits were rolled up, Chen Jing had disappeared.

  Chen Jing felt the strangeness of the primordial energy of heaven and earth for the first time. It was everywhere, yet he couldn't mobilize even a single thread of it. He finally understood how restricted he was when competing with others in someone else's mountain gate. The endless spiritual energy not only couldn't be absorbed but also seemed to be entwined by an invisible spiritual net.

  Chen Jing disappeared, but a butterfly enveloped in white light appeared. As the butterfly emerged, its wings fluttered slightly, and the aura was immediately cut off wherever it passed. At the same time, a sword hum sounded, like the sound of a sword slicing through a metal net.

  The young Taoist furrowed his brow, standing still and waving the apricot-yellow sleeve, the spiritual energy of the void surged forward, wrapping around the sword light, just like a thick cloth was about to wrap up the sword, covering its sharp edge.

  In the distance, a grayish-white mist enveloped the pale blue butterfly emitting white light, but the white light on the butterfly's body suddenly intensified, and the grayish-white mist retreated like a snake avoiding fire. However, it only retreated from the front and crept up again from behind. The butterfly didn't care about what was behind it at all and flew straight towards the person.

  For some reason, from a distance, the butterfly seemed to be flying very slowly. Every time it flapped its wings, it was clearly visible, and even left an afterimage in my mind. But this was just a feeling, a kind of unconscious focus where all my thoughts were concentrated on the butterfly. In reality, the butterfly's wings had already moved slightly and reached the person's face.

  A cluster of sword light spread out from the butterfly's body, the sword light was strong and substantial, the clear butterfly became vague and hazy in the sword light.

  A chilling murderous aura, as if suppressed for a long time, finally burst out unscrupulously, as if to cut the Taoist standing still in front of him into billions of pieces.

  For Chen Jing, there are only a few people in this world who can make him care, and Ye Qingxue is one of them. When he heard from the Virtual Spirit that Ye Qingxue had been taken into a golden tower by someone in Kunlun Mountain, he didn't even bother with the appointment with the Jiao River Dragon King, and directly wanted to enter Kunlun Mountain. It was the Nine Heavens' God Forbidden who told him that as a god, he couldn't fly across the nine heavens. So he returned to the Jiao River, and when he learned of the Jiao River Dragon King's intentions, he was extremely excited in his heart.

  So he followed the Dragon King to fly up to the Ninth Heaven, and under the influence of the dragon's excitement, he rushed into the clouds like a broken bamboo, and then followed the Dragon King to rush into Mount Kunlun.

  The killing intent emanating from this sword was astonishingly powerful, shooting straight up into the sky and clearly transmitting through the dragon's roar.

  That person seemed to react slowly, as if he was indulged in something, and only suddenly woke up when the sword light approached his body. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a clear light burst out from the jade pendant on his waist, wrapping him around. The sword stabbed into the clear light and hesitated for a moment, then the sword light burst out again, shattering the clear light, and directly stabbing the person's dantian qihai. However, when the sword light pierced through his clothes, his clothes once again surged with apricot yellow light, the sword trembled, and a frantic killing intent surged up.

  The moonlight couldn't block the sword light, and the sword light had already reached the long gown.

  It was almost an instant, if not for the two protective treasures on the young Daoist's body, at this time, he would have been pierced by the sword light and shattered that golden elixir. And in that same instant, the young Daoist had already disappeared like a clear wind.

  At the moment when Daoist disappeared, the sword light had already spread out, and the white light was like snow dust, fluttering and sweeping away a piece of spiritual energy, shattering it inch by inch.

  The young Taoist in the moon-white robe disappeared, and even Chen Jingru, who is now in the black-and-white world with his butterfly's divine power, couldn't see how he disappeared. He only saw a white ocean, countless spiritual energies falling into Mount Kunlun like raindrops, and those Taoist temples were all gray, which was a color that appeared when yin and yang were balanced.

  Chen Jing searched everywhere, but couldn't find it. The dragon king in the sky was still coiled around the golden pagoda, and from his appearance, he seemed to want to take possession of the golden pagoda for himself. Chen Jing suddenly stopped searching and rushed down the mountain to the Down Mountain Taoist Temple.

  Suddenly stabbed down, leaving a sword light in the void. The sword had already pierced the Taoist temple where the young Taoist was standing earlier, but the temple seemed to be rippling and distorting like water, slowly disappearing into the void with the swirling ripples.

  Chen Jing was slightly startled in his heart, the black and white eyes of that broken illusion technique had been watching all along, but he couldn't see at all that it was an illusion. Although deep down in his heart, he had already developed a strange feeling towards illusions, thinking that those illusions might not be illusions after all, but only the inverted reflection of another world that had appeared. However, this could not truly change the deeply ingrained notion that he had grown up with since childhood, that this world was the only one that existed.

  A sword pierced into the Taoist temple, and the temple disappeared like a reflection in water. The sword light unfolded, conjuring up layers of hazy splendor, and except for the temple's even more thorough disappearance, there was only the swirling spiritual energy that came with it.

  The sword light suddenly reversed, rushing straight towards the golden tower. In an instant, it appeared at the bottom of the golden tower and stabbed into the door seam. Just as the sword touched the golden door, the door suddenly opened, and a strong suction force burst out from within the tower, as if an invisible giant hand grabbed the sword body and pulled it inside. At the same time, Chen Jing felt the scorching heat of flames. The butterfly seemed to be frozen in place, neither advancing nor retreating, with a pale flame burning steadily.

  Outsiders naturally thought that the sword was just suspended there, but only Chen Jing himself knew that every tremble of the sword aura was cutting off those invisible restraints.

  Chen Jing struggled against the suction force while his eyes saw into the tower.

  Inside the tower, it was pitch black, a stark contrast to the glittering golden light outside. Although it was dark, Chen Jing immediately spotted Ye Qingxue within the darkness. The darkness seemed to be shrouded in shadows, as if something was fighting with Ye Qingxue. Faintly, one could hear the sound of beast-like howls and the chewing sounds of some strange creature. Chen Jing didn't know why he could see Ye Qingxue, but he felt a surge of joy in his heart. The person from earlier had said that no one could survive more than three days in the Linglong Town's Demon Tower, yet Ye Qingxue was still alive.

  Just as Chen Jing was about to shout for Ye Qingxue, she swung out a flash of lightning, and within the lightning, a jade token shot out. However, the jade token wrapped in the lightning bolt was blocked by an invisible force when it reached the entrance of the tower, only differing from the sword light by a hair's breadth. The lightning flashed on top of the jade token, wanting to drill out but unable to do so. Chen Jing was greatly anxious in his heart, but at this moment, he himself had some difficulty escaping, and he didn't dare to go deeper. He had a premonition that if he were sucked in just a bit more, the suction power would increase several times, and it would be almost impossible for him to come out again.

  But this jade slip was passed down by Ye Qingxue, and it's obviously very important.

  Suddenly, the Dragon King let out a long whistle and spat out a mouthful of dragon's breath. The invisible flames on the Golden Tower suddenly dimmed, and the suction power also weakened greatly. The lightning on Yu Jian's body flashed, as if it had broken free from the invisible restraints and shot out towards the outside of the tower. The sword light around Butterfly's body surged instantly, engulfing Yu Jian, and she charged in without hesitation.

  "Don't come in, go away."

  Just as Chen Jing rushed in, Ye Qingxue's voice came from inside. At this time, the electric light that had been shrouding her body had slowly disappeared, like a drowning person slowly sinking into the water. Gradually disappearing from sight, darkness swallowed everything like water.

  "Sister..."

  Chen Jing rushed in the direction where Ye Qing had disappeared, and the dazzling sword light illuminated a vast expanse of white bones within the dark tower. Whether they were human or beast, large or small, the gleam on those bones made it clear that they were not ordinary creatures.

  "Master sister, master sister..." Chen Jing shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the darkness, carrying far away, but there was no response. The beast's roar and killing sounds heard at the tower gate earlier were now completely gone. Only his own echo remained, as if he had really stood inside a giant tower and let out a loud shout, with his voice reverberating back.

  The quiet was terrifying, how could it be: "Where's Shizi? Just now she was still here!" Chen Jing thought in surprise.

  Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Chen Jing's eyes. Looking up, a river of fire poured down from the sky. The destructive aura that filled the air was overwhelming, and Chen Jing had no doubt that if he were engulfed by this flame like a great river, he would surely perish forever in this world.