Following a command, everyone fanned out, those still able to stand at the front, the rest falling back. The guqin jingled, awe-inspiring, and Qin Ya's veil fell, revealing her ordinary face, bloodstained and pale with wounds. Her fingertips solemnly touched the strings, hooking them—

The moment he relaxed his strength, the sound of the piano spread out like a knife, strangling the monsters attacking from the other side of the river bank!

Yun Xian's sword energy pierced open the demon's nest, and countless ferocious demons and ugly and weird monsters poured out. The demonic energy soared into the sky. The two forging swords at the front were ready to go, and all that could be seen in front of them was the dark sky as thick as ink.

The sound of the charge horn resounded through the sky, and the beasts roared in a deep roar. Ji Rongxue's expression was as cold as ice as he said, "Kill."

Liu Xin said coldly, "Pick up all your weapons. This is outrageous. This is the last time. Hold the knife tightly! Your head may fall, but the knife must not fall. Do you understand?"

Everyone in the Sword Sect said, "Yes... Yes!!"

Strangely enough, the closer I get to this point, the more eerily calm I feel. It's not that I'm not afraid, it's not that I'm not hesitant, but the people around me, like me, are tired of the fear. Enough! Enough!

The days of having a knife hanging from my neck, the days of constant fear, the days of fleeing to the altar, watching my companions being killed one by one by the monsters, were so long, yet they seemed just now. The fear had not yet turned to numbness, but now, it suddenly turned into boundless rage.

It was either escape or death. Escape was impossible. They were the last of the elite, and they couldn't retreat a single step! The only options were win or die. Die or die! Everyone had only one life, so who wouldn't die?!

The more he shouted, the louder his voice became, the more persistent and determined he became. His hands stopped shaking and his eyes were fixed on the front. In just a few moments, the two sides came into close combat and the sound of killing shook the sky!

"kill!!!"

The three pairs of pupils on Yu Ji's face turned dark red. Wherever the evil spirit went, blood splattered everywhere. A single wave of his hand could take a life.

Damn it... Damn it!

If it weren't for Jimo Shu's mishap, preventing the leader from plundering the Eastern Realm's luck, why would he resort to such a desperate measure now? The reason Zhong Changyao hadn't been killed was because, unless he willingly took it, most of the luck would simply return to the heavens. Unable to seize, one can only replenish with quantity. But even after killing so many elite disciples, why wasn't it enough? Did he really have to wipe out all these scumbags here in one fell swoop?!

She looked at the leaders who were killing the enemies at the front and became furious.

Why don't you go through the stone gate?! Do you really think you have any chance of winning by stubbornly resisting here?!

Before she could stop thinking, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, a murderous intent coming over her! She dodged hastily, and the hilt of the sword engraved with a lotus flower flashed before her eyes, instantly slicing a huge bloody wound.

Xiao Wu succeeded in his attack, and before the sword's chanting had finished, another cold sword energy came towards him, pointing directly at his chest and piercing through it in an instant!

Yun Lang swept his sword technique across, killing all the monsters around him.

"It's still moving." Xiao Wu observed, "Where exactly is the demon's heart?"

Yu Ji coughed up black blood and said, "How could you possibly find—"

Xiao Wu said coldly, "I can't find it. Even if I chop it into meat sauce, you still can't find it?"

"Hahahahaha!" Yu Ji laughed, "Chop me up, no problem. Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?! Trash of the human race, it's a luxury to be able to injure the leader with a single sword strike. If this strike can't find the heart, it's all in vain!! You all must die!"

“…”

Chaos reigned on the scorched earth. The fan array unleashed, Buddha's aura shone brightly, and men continuously vomited blood and retreated, lying on the ground with their eyes closed. It was impossible to tell whether they were demons or humans, or who was shouting. Black blood and red blood intertwined, flowing together into a river of bloody odor that filled the sky.

Xue Lingxiu's voice was hoarse, and he shouted, "Stop charging! Ji Rongxue, protect the vital points, and come back first! I can't reach you! Hey, do you hear me?!"

"I'm right next to her!!" Qi Zhiye yelled back, "If anything's going to break, I'll be the first one to do it! You should worry about yourself first!"

Ji Rongxue seemed to have lost her ability to speak. The nature of the body-building technique was inherently like this: the more injured one was, the more frantic one became, losing consciousness and feeling no pain. With her sharp teeth, she bit a demon in half, hissing bloodthirstily twice. Not only did she not retreat, she continued to run forward, like a wild horse that could not be pulled back by ten oxen.

It was too dangerous. Xue Lingxiu, holding the needle, lost all composure and gritted her teeth, "Come back! Second sister, come back too! I'm not forbidding you to go up, but your stomach is broken, at least treat it first! I... huh... I really... fuck!!"

After he finished speaking, he swept forward and rushed into the enemy camp, actually coming directly to arrest someone. Qi Zhiye's golden eyes were determined: "Did I hear correctly? He just cursed."

Ji Rongxue: "I heard that too."

Qiao Lingshan's face was disheveled in the wind. "...Miss, how come you heard it now?! Then why didn't you hear me when I called you just now?! You must have done it on purpose!"

Struggling desperately, the demons were beaten back step by step, retreating all the way to the river bank, in front of the altar. The stone gate was getting closer and closer, and it was only a few steps away. If they took this opportunity to take a few steps forward, they would reach it.

But still no one went there. It was as if they didn't exist at all.

Flames shot up from the Taiping Sword, burning the monster to ashes. Yun Xian's left eye was stained red by the blood that oozed from her forehead, and the white of her eye was bloodshot. She raised her eyes to look at the ruthless blood-red pupil and said, "It hasn't made a move yet."

Su Chi said: "...It's now."

The moment he finished his sentence, some of the elite troops in the front suddenly disappeared.

It simply vanished suddenly. One moment he was still holding his weapon to fight the enemy, and the next moment he seemed to have stepped into the void, filled with black fog, without even being able to make a final sound.

The blood moon blinked slowly, and Chi You's real body finally emerged slowly in the thick and impenetrable black fog.

This body was indeed damaged to the point where it was almost unusable. The skin on its face had peeled off, and demonic energy was escaping from every hole in its skin. It had clearly reached a critical point and was about to explode at any moment.

"Why can't you just do what I want?"

Its temper is naturally not good, and now it is extremely furious.

"Hold the formation!" Li Jianye said, "Don't act rashly!"

The horn sounded again, and as soon as it stood up, everyone became as if they were facing a formidable enemy, not daring to slack off even a little.

"Nothing." Chi You said coldly, "...it's just the difference between a few surviving and all dying."

Its purple arms rose, bringing a long slaughter.

This was its domain. Even the strongest disciples of each sect were far too weak compared to it. How could an ant challenge an elephant? Having just experienced the altar assault and the swarm of monsters, everyone was already injured. In just a few moves, blood flowed everywhere, and casualties were heavy.

The Old Seven Sects no longer had any time to distract themselves. The Buddhist purple-gold bowl emitted a dazzling light. At the forefront of the sword formation, Sect Leader Li had a needle hidden in his palm, the cold light shining in the sun. Xiao Wu and Yun Lang drew their swords at the same time, with sharp sword intent. They actually stepped forward at the same time, waiting for that life-and-death attack!

The earth-shaking fluctuations of spiritual energy continued to make loud noises, and many people with weaker cultivation had their ears bleeding and their eyes stinging, but for Chi You, the only two who posed a threat were Li Jianye and Su Chi.

It countered the cold sword behind it with ease, and struck Li Jianye's heart with a palm. Seeing her coughing up blood and retreating, it attacked again and said gloomily, "Do you really want to die?"

"Even rabbits bite when they're angry. If I were you, I wouldn't leave no room for retreat." Li Jianye remained calm and said, "Besides, we're not rabbits."

A bloody wind blew from behind him, and Chi You's demonic energy surged, repelling Ji Rongxue's sneak attack. He kicked away the long sword and grabbed Yun Xian's sword head-on, twisting it back forcefully.

Yun Xian heard the sound of her fingers breaking clearly, but she would rather have her hand broken than have her sword broken.

"It's useless. It's useless to say it." Chi You said: "If you had died earlier, you would have been spared this torture. It's just that I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't seize it."

Yun Xian took Tai Ping back. The severe pain made her lips pale. She said politely, "I suggest you go die first."

They rushed forward one after another, one was injured and another took his place, but they were still like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, and could not find a single flaw.

At this moment, Liu Feiran suddenly said, "Everyone, get out of the way!"

He forced himself to use the last move of the Sword Sect's unique style. The spiritual light condensed into a huge heavy sword, and chopped towards Chi You's head with terrifying force. Not only did the crowd not move out of the way, but they met it head-on and made their own moves. The aftermath was ripples, and wherever it went, there was desolation and flying dust.

"You think you can get close with just this?" Chi You sneered, but facing the overwhelming attack, his face remained solemn. He slowly formed a seal, and his demonic energy suddenly surged, surging and swallowing up all these ultimate moves!

After the black fog, everything was calm, as if nothing had ever existed.

There was despair on the faces of the people below.

The needle and sword were hidden behind the killing move, and they were right in front of him in a breath. Chi You sneered and retreated violently. The mist wrapped around him and neutralized the two sneak attacks again. "Besides this little trick, don't you have any other tricks?"

His words stopped abruptly.

Because something hard and heavy hit his back.

It was a wooden guqin with dragons carved on its head and tail. It clearly did not look very fine, and it didn't even have an edging, but a deep color flashed on the surface of the zither.

The tail of the zither was against his back.

A moment of dead silence.

Their eyes met, Qin Ya's fingertips hovered above the strings, without any hesitation, she plucked them hard!

Blood fell from the fingertips, and the strings of the zither broke with a sound. The extremely powerful waves of the zither came out from the tail, penetrated into, and exploded inside Chi You!

Its face, which had remained unscathed since the beginning of the battle, was finally stained with its own black blood. Then, its body began to crumble inch by inch.

This body can't bear it anymore!

Su Chi's sword technique followed closely behind. Everyone's breathing became tense and their expressions became terrified, but they saw Chi You holding the blood and laughing.

It placed its hand on the zither and said, "Indeed. Hiding it for so long must have been difficult, right? It's indeed beyond my expectation."

Behind Qin Ya was the owner of the Qinfang, his face covered in frost.

"I told you, it's not enough."

It shook the guqin, and the monk rushed forward like lightning to block it. The two were directly thrown three feet away by the residual force and fell heavily to the ground. The golden light of the Buddha flashed, covering the two, but it was just a drop in the bucket. "You have the talent to control ancient objects, but your cultivation is not enough. Even if you have enough cultivation, you can't even win the favor of this guqin. How ridiculous - you have to know that with just this blow, if your ancestors came, I would have been dead long ago!"

How could we possibly give it the chance to transfer its body?

The demonic chains on the stone platform became increasingly loose, shaking the ground. Mei Yanliu and Niu Baiye rushed into the stone chamber that sealed Jimo Shu, and hurriedly said, "Saintess, let's go! Take advantage of this opportunity and leave quickly!"

As a fellow demon, she could feel that the leader's aura was growing weaker and weaker... This had happened before. In just a few days, the leader would return to his former self, only in a new body.

People in the Demon Cult have always believed that it was a fake skin used by the leader when he didn't want to show his true appearance. Now it seems that it should have died countless times and is only alive by plundering lifespans.

Ironically, the demon race cultivates plunder, and Chi You has truly reached the pinnacle in this regard.

The stones around her rolled down, but Jimo Shu was still sitting upright on the stone platform. The stones above her head had been affected by the spiritual energy and cracked one after another. A dim light fell on her head, vaguely illuminating her eyebrows and eyes.

Jimo Shu asked, "Where are we going?"

"Anywhere is fine." Mei Yanliu felt anger boiling in her heart. She said casually, "Anywhere is fine! Don't you like those people very much?! I saw them, they are all here. Go find them!! If you keep sitting here...you will die soon, do you know?!"

The leader treated her like this, why should she be so obedient and let him treat her like this? If it were her, if she died, others would not be able to live well either!

Niu Baiye silently reached out to untie the evil chain, his face ashen.

Jimo Shu looked at Mei Yanliu and suddenly asked, "Do you have feelings for me?"

Mei Yanliu suddenly stopped talking.

Talking about emotions with a demon would only make him a laughingstock. That demon cultivator from Tangling Kingdom lived for eight hundred years, married so many princesses, but did he ever learn any emotions? In the end, it was just a clumsy disguise. Demons lack any positive emotions, not even tears. Only fear, only fear. Fear of inadequacy, fear of death.

"...No." Mei Yanliu raised her head with difficulty and said, "But Saint, I grew up with you..."

Niu Baiye's bloody fingers paused. He seemed to want to say something, but he said nothing.

Jimo Shu said: "This is already love."

Black fog seemed to be gathering above my head, something was coming.

Mei Yanliu said impatiently: "Let's go first - Niu Baiye, are you okay?!"

Niu Baiye said: "Not yet."

"No need." Jimo Shu said, "I won't leave."

Mei Yanliu sat down on the ground with a look of self-abandonment and said, "Whatever. Then I won't leave either."

"..." The chains on Jimo Shu's body were constantly trembling. She suddenly said, as if talking to herself, "Everything in the Demon Cult seems dark. Green bonfires, eternal night, four seasons like this... No, there are no seasons here at all. I have lived here until I first went out to the cities."

"You guys feel the same way, right?" Jimo Shu said, "I've never seen eyes that bright."

She didn't say who it was, but everyone knew who it was.

"At first, I didn't even know how to describe it. As bright as a will-o'-the-wisp? As hard as bones, and clinging like vines. I was curious, so I left. I thought I could leave. That was the happiest year of my life. I learned what the four seasons are. Peach blossoms bloom in spring, maple leaves appear in autumn, and even the coldest winter has its merits. Roasted sweet potatoes are the best in winter, you know? They produce white mist when they exhale, and the tip of your nose turns red from the cold... But I can't do it. I should have."

She was supposed to be an ordinary human, but Chi You turned her into this.

Mei Yanliu said: "Saint Lady..."

"I've never thought of catching a gust of wind, even if it keeps blowing towards me." Jimo Shu looked at the mist that completely enveloped her and said softly, "They can still live to be a hundred, two hundred, and many nineteen years old. This is nothing at all, just a small hurdle."

No one spoke.

This is not a small hurdle at all.

"But at least..." Jimo Shu's tear finally fell, revealing a bit of resentment, "At least at the age of nineteen, the first person in my long life who I had no choice but to kill shouldn't be me!"

The stone wall above her head was completely broken open, and light rushed in. Mei Yanliu's heart ached, but her eyes remained dry, without tears. She was a member of the innate demon clan, she could not shed tears! Mei Yanliu hurriedly raised her eyes and looked at Jimo Shu, and finally froze.

The witch weeping in the darkness had a peaceful expression on her face and her fingers were interlocked. Looking from the bottom up, she looked like a compassionate statue of Guanyin Buddha.

In just a moment, he disappeared from her sight.

“Saint!!!”

The battle was still going on in the front, it was a fight to the death. The rest of the people were blocked outside the black fog. When Yun Xian saw the familiar figure, her forehead twitched with pain. She almost didn't need to think and continued to rush forward. A golden light flashed in front of her eyes, and she was stopped in her tracks.

It was not Qi Zhiye, but Master Mingguang.

Yun Xian said: "Let me go."

Master Mingguang shook his head at her imperceptibly.

"It has nothing to do with you, it's just me." Yun Xian watched Zi Yi getting closer and closer to Chi You, and his speech speed became faster and faster: "What's the difference between now and before?! I promised her that the next time I see her, I will definitely save her--"

"Friend Yun," Mingguang said with a look of reluctance, "You think so, but have you ever thought about what she thinks?"

Yun Xian said: "I've thought about it!!"

She knew Jimo Shu would have a solution. Although she had no idea what other solutions there were, she simply believed Jimo Shu would have a solution. Just like Jimo Shu believed she would definitely save her. But wasn't the solution the same? The difference was that she was the one who killed her, and Jimo Shu committed suicide. To her, it made no difference at all!

She didn't want this. Absolutely not!

The Golden Bell Cover became more and more stable. Xiao Wu held the back of her neck. Yun Xian struggled for a few times, and then she was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.

She wasn't pretty at all when she cried. Her tears, bigger than peas, fell in strings, leaving her face wrinkled and bloody. Not to mention her voice, which was so loud it hurt, like a donkey braying, but it was incredibly contagious. Qiao Lingshan panicked and couldn't help but start crying too. She mumbled something, but as they both started crying, Feng Ye also started to cry. Xue Lingxiu, who had been applying acupuncture with a stiff face, quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

Ji Rongxue and Qi Zhiye also looked unhappy: "..."

"Who are on the front lines right now? How high are their cultivation levels? Can you intervene?!" Liu Hui asked anxiously, "In a battle of this magnitude, the aftermath is enough to kill people. Do you want to cause trouble?"

It was rare for him to speak a sensible word.

But no one expected that Yun Xian was crying loudly with his eyes rolling around. When everyone was relaxed and looked unhappy, a flash of spiritual light suddenly appeared on his body, and he successfully broke free and flew straight to the sky on his sword.

Su Chi seemed to have expected this and immediately flew after him. Xiao Wu originally thought he was going to arrest someone, but he actually followed him all the way. The two figures disappeared in an instant. He really didn't know what to say and almost laughed out loud: "..."

Great! Now you're using a trick?! This trick is terrible!

Mingguang's golden bell was half broken. He sighed and said, "Amitabha."

The old monk looked into the distance at the horizon and recalled the original scene.

In the early morning of the Buddhist temple, maple leaves fell all over the ground. It was so early that the young monks had not had time to sweep them.

In this cold and desolate day, he saw Jimo Shu standing alone in front of the Buddha statue. She did not kneel or worship, but just stood upright.

This scene seemed a bit strange. Mingguang had always known that Jimo Shu had no interest in Buddhism and would go crazy when she heard the sound of the wooden fish - but this did not mean that she had no connection with Buddhism. It was just a matter of heart.

Mingguang didn't want to disturb her, so he bowed and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Jimo Shu stopped him and called out, "Master."

Mingguang then slowly walked in front of her and was about to speak when his expression froze.

In Jimo Shu's hand, she held the vajra. It was a Buddhist relic as famous as the purple-gold bowl, sealed and unusable, yet now resting quietly in Jimo Shu's palm. Where the two touched, white mist continuously emanated. Buddha and devil cannot coexist. Her palm was already scorched, bloody and charred.

But for some reason, she still didn't let go.

"...The Buddha statue was given to me. So, I took it." Jimo Shu's left hand was still holding a fiery red maple leaf. She said blankly, "I... am leaving. Can I take it with me?"

Mingguang looked at her quietly for a long time. In this long silence, he vaguely understood what reincarnation and destiny were.

The devil body and the holy heart, she and Yun Xian are the only two ways out.

But she was only nineteen years old, and now she didn't even know what she was going to take away.

He finally raised his eyes and said gently, "You are the destined one. Why not?"

“…”

The sound of wind passed behind his ears, and Yun Xian just wanted to go faster and faster.

The explosion of spiritual energy on the battlefield was deafening. She turned her head to avoid the aftermath. Blood began to seep out of the corners of her lips due to the huge load, but she was still thinking non-stop in her mind.

Come on, come up with a solution. If it's truly unstoppable, what can we do?!

Without her storage ring, she was almost out of spiritual energy. Not only was she out of spiritual energy... she was truly exhausted. Even her last bit of strength was almost gone.

It seemed like only a moment, and Yun Xian also felt that it was clearly only a moment, but when she was really about to touch that figure, it was too late - too late!

Those purple eyes just went out before her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an unfamiliar blood-red.

Her heart sank as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, but the next moment, she felt the golden light shining again and the Buddha's energy burst out wildly.

Could it be Buddhism?

No, not at all.

This Buddha energy erupted from the body of "Jimo Shu"! !

Her weakness wasn't due to the formation, the chains, or the demonic energy constantly being drawn in. She forcefully absorbed this Buddhist instrument into her body, even if it was only temporarily masking her aura. The two opposing forces, constantly consuming and struggling, transformed her body into a battlefield, as if she were being tortured constantly. How could she not be in pain, how could she not be weak?!

This is like the behavior of a madman. If it were someone else, they would have wanted to bang their heads against the pillar and die!

Now, Jimo Shu is dead, and Chi You's demonic consciousness has moved forward. It has no idea about the existence of this thing, and of course it cannot be distracted to suppress it in advance. It just loosens for a moment, and the vajra explodes completely, permeating the entire demonic energy in an instant!

It was so suspicious that it focused all its attention on Yun Xian and his group, but no matter how hard it thought, it could not imagine that Jimo Shu would do this.

This is absolutely impossible for a demon.

Chi You roared in extreme pain, his eyes bloodshot, and was about to crush the thing, but before he could move, he stopped forcibly. Looking at the three people who flashed over, his cruel blood-red eyes finally revealed a hint of fear.

Li Jianye arrived first, and stabbed at Chi You with his needle like a rain of pear blossoms. The owner of the zither workshop placed his knuckles on the strings, ready to strike at any time, but Yun Xian had nothing in his hand.

But its fear clearly came from Yun Xian.

The needle was knocked down, the sound of the zither was blocked, and it had already suffered many wounds on its body, but it actually met Yun Xian's fists and feet directly. The difference in cultivation was too great, and it was still in a weakened state, but Yun Xian was still no match for it. After just a few moves, her left hand drooped limply, broken beyond repair. But despite this, she kept approaching!

That terrifying look only reflected the image of "Jimo Shu". Chi You had no doubt that even if all her hands and feet were broken and her spine was broken, as long as she still had a breath, she would crawl over with the sword in her mouth!

Li Jianye and the owner of the Qinfang were so smart that they understood the situation in an instant, gave up on killing, and instead concentrated on protecting Yun Xian.

The wounds were increasing, and the speed was getting slower and slower, but in Chi You's eyes, her offensive could not be delayed at all, until this critical moment -

"Enough!" The distance was enough! Xiao Wu said, "It's time to attack!"

This is the only chance - the only chance created by Jimo Shu!

Yun Xian's throat was clotted with blood. She whispered, "That's enough. Big Brother, come on. I need you."

Taiping trembled and roared out, piercing Chiyou through the chest!

"..." Chi You's demonic energy dimmed for a moment, and the corner of his mouth cracked, "You don't even know where the real weakness lies..."

Before it could finish its words, its eyes suddenly widened in pain and it looked up blankly.

Yun Xian held another jade-white black iron long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword went straight through his eyebrows, through his brain, and out from the back of his head.

An inky black heart hung on the sword's edge, and it had been pierced through along with his head.

"How could I not know?" Yun Xian said, "Didn't Jimo Shu tell me?"

Chi You said in disbelief: "You..."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it. Your motives, your story, your unknown past... It's cheap and boring, who wants to know." Yun Xian gripped the hilt of the sword with her right hand, and as if she was afraid it wouldn't die completely, she pushed it into its head bit by bit until the hilt touched its nose. Her teeth were clenched, the veins on her forehead and hands were exposed, and the sweat and blood mixed on the tip of her nose. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out: "... Just die, and that'll be all."

Every time she spoke, the sword moved forward an inch, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The demonic energy in Chi You's body grew weaker and weaker, and his vision went dark, but his demonic consciousness had not yet completely dissipated. He watched Yun Xian pull out the sword, the blade not stained with blood.

This sword was all too familiar to it. It was Yun Zhou's sword, her exceptional talent, like an indelible shadow, engraved upon the heart that once belonged to a human, blade by blade.

The current owner of this sword is Yun Xian.

Yun Xian didn't even give it a second glance. After drawing his sword, he just glanced at it casually, as if looking at the air, the garbage, the cats and dogs on the ground, any insignificant thing, and then looked away.

Moved away!!

Why?! It's an ancient demon, the most powerful in the world, capable of overthrowing the entire Four Realms!

Suddenly, it remembered Yun Zhou, thousands of years ago, sitting on a roadside stone and looking at the rape flowers. He said in a relaxed tone, "As long as you can think positively, it's not that difficult to admit that you are not as good as others. If you look down on yourself, how can others look down on you?"

He was still human then. He thought, it's precisely because you have such talent and have never been looked down upon that you can say such words so easily! As long as he is strong enough, who would dare to look down on him?!

But now, looking at Yun Xian's eyes, it seemed to understand.

In the silence, the purple figure's demonic energy dissipated and it fell backwards, and the barrier began to collapse. The sky became dark, the poisonous miasma dissipated, and the outlines of the cities suddenly appeared. However, amid the shouts of the crowd, Yun Xian did not land.

She stepped on the zither of the master of the zither workshop and flew upwards. Yun Lang said anxiously, "Daughter!!! Where are you going to fly with your senior brother?!"

"What senior brother? Where is the senior brother? Isn't she holding two swords in her hands?!"

“I didn’t see it either!”

"What's that in her direction?! Wait, there seems to be a translucent purple figure... so small, it has already dissipated!!"

Xue Lingxiu was shocked and said, "Jimo Shu's Nascent Soul!"

But now, the spiritual energy within hundreds of miles of the city has been almost drained by the formation, and there is no magic weapon that can immediately preserve the spiritual consciousness. It is impossible, not to mention that Jimo Shu is only in the Nascent Soul stage, and she is not even in the Out-of-Body stage. At most, she can stay outside for a few breaths before dissipating.

Even if he caught her, she would only be a confused spirit. Was Yun Xian going to watch Jimo Shu dissipate in his hands?!

As everyone looked on in surprise and suspicion, Yun Xian turned in the air, holding two swords, and with an extremely graceful arc, he opened his mouth and swallowed the little man.

The confused little man was so frightened that he didn't even have time to escape instinctively.

Yun Xian even swallowed it. Fortunately, he didn't chew it.

Everyone present, whether they knew each other or not: “………………”

The wind blew, and the sound waves suddenly broke out:

"Am I seeing things right??? She ate someone else's Nascent Soul?? What's the purpose of this? To replenish her body???"

"It's hard to swallow without chewing it. It's just that there's no place to store the Nascent Soul right now, so it can barely be stored in my body. Who said that one person's spiritual palace can't be occupied by two people? It's fun, so why not? Okay, I can't make it up anymore... I've never seen such a weird person or such a weird thing in my life..."

"She seemed to be like this before in Tang Lingguo, putting everything into her body and almost bursting from the spiritual energy. Doctor Fang used her as a negative example every day, and I thought it was made up..."

"But Jimo Shu is a demon no matter what! How can demonic energy be the same as spiritual energy?! This is still the Nascent Soul, the most instinctive spiritual consciousness. What if it breaks out directly from her spiritual palace? Both of them will die!"

"Come on, do you think she's going to run away? Do you know what it means to stick by your side? Do you know what it means to be like sisters?!"

"Twins won't live in the same spiritual house!!!"

All those who could still move dragged one person by the hand or carried one person on their shoulders, and fell together into the open space of the city, and immediately there was another cry of pain.

The folding formation finally stopped with the death of Chi You, but the destroyed places could never be restored to their previous state. The streets were desolate, but there was still a sense of joy from surviving the disaster.

It's completely over.

Whether it is Chi You, the Demon Cult, or this earth-shattering disaster.

After Yun Xian swallowed Jimo Shu's Nascent Soul, she plummeted down like a dead fish. She was always like this, never minding her work once it was done, always knowing someone would come to pick it up. That was exactly what was happening now.

Several hands lowered her to the ground, and the sword transformed into a human. Su Chi immediately turned around to check her expression: "Junior sister, how are you?"

Xue Lingxiu looked at the dark purple face and said woodenly, "It must be not that good."

Ji Rongxue: "...You caught it pretty accurately. If I hadn't practiced going through the fire ring, I probably wouldn't have been able to bite it."

Qi Zhiye: "Still saying this? Hurry up and get some help!"

Yun Lang and Xiao Wu couldn't squeeze in at all.

Yun Xian lay on the ground like a salted fish. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and exhaled a stream of purple smoke. It was probably the remnant of Jimo Shu. Qiao Lingshan subconsciously covered her mouth, fearing that the Saint Lady would leak it. But after a moment of hesitation, she didn't know whether she should cover it or not: "..."

Feng Ye cried, "You can't die, right? You must not die, Yun Xian. If you die, there will be two lives... Ah! Why did Senior Brother hit me on the head?!"

Several people were in a chaotic mess, pushing and shoving each other, when suddenly Yun Xian heard an angry voice coming from his dantian: "Shut up!!!"

That was Jimo Shu's voice.

Yun Xian closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and passed out with complete peace of mind.