Rong Jiaojiao laughed and said, "How did you recognize me? I was so young when we met. Several years have passed now. I didn't expect you to still recognize me."

Lin Xiaoman replied with a smile, "Your features haven't changed much, so I recognized you right away. I didn't expect you to recognize me too."

“You haven’t changed much,” she said, changing the subject. “It’s dangerous here. You should heal your wounds first. We can talk later.”

As they were talking, a violent surge of spiritual energy came from afar. When everyone looked up, they saw blood-red light and golden light intertwined in the sky, accompanied by a continuous booming sound.

Jun Yuangui pursed his lips and said, "It was Senior and the others who were chasing after the Blood Fiend Sect elders!" Rong Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes: "The Blood Fiend Sect probably has more than just these people; they may have a backup plan."

Qing Xuanzi nodded and threw out his flying sword, enlarging it: "Come on, it's not safe here. Let's leave first and find another place to heal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently, the mud in the center of the Blackwater Swamp churned, and a chilling, evil aura slowly rose!

"Not good!" Qing Xuanzi's expression changed drastically. "The Blood Fiend Sect is forcibly activating the Blood Pool!"

In the center of the swamp, a huge crimson vortex slowly formed, and within the vortex, an ancient altar could be vaguely seen, covered with strange runes.

"Hahaha, you think killing a few henchmen will stop us?" A chilling voice came from the vortex. "We'll use their blood to open the Blood Pool. You can stay here too!"

"Boom!" Accompanying the sound was a pillar of blood shooting into the sky, which pierced the clouds and dyed the entire sky dark red.

"We must stop them!" Jun Yuangui gripped the bronze mirror in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Rong Jiaojiao called to Mo Bai, "Mo Bai, come here!"

The four-colored Nine Dragon Seals in her hand were thrown into the air and collided together, transforming into a huge phantom of a demon-suppressing stele.

The phantom images of the Azure Dragon, Crimson Dragon, White Dragon, and Black Dragon on the Demon-Suppressing Stele gradually solidified. The ink-white and golden Demon-Subduing Brush was thrown into the air and instantly transformed into a small golden seal with nine dragons, which merged into the Demon-Suppressing Stele. The golden dragon shadows on the Demon-Suppressing Stele gradually solidified.

The Heaven-Opening and Sea-Gazing Mirror in Jun Yuangui's hand trembled incessantly, then flew up in an instant and transformed into a small brass seal that merged into the Demon-Suppressing Stele. A yellow dragon reappeared on the Demon-Suppressing Stele.

That wasn't all. An old silver plaque that Lin Xiaoman wore around her neck flew into the sky and transformed into a nine-dragon silver seal, merging into the Demon-Suppressing Stele.

Seven phantom dragons circled and danced on the Demon-Suppressing Stele, raising their heads to the sky and letting out earth-shaking dragon roars.

The entire Blackwater Swamp trembled violently under this oppressive force, and the blood in the swamp began to flow back into the whirlpool.

"The Nine Dragons Demon-Suppressing Stele?!" The voice in the blood pool suddenly turned terrified. "This is impossible! Wasn't it destroyed in ancient times? How did you manage to gather seven of the Nine Dragons Seals?"

No one paid any attention to the sound issue. Rong Jiaojiao formed a hand seal, and the spatial runes on her forehead emitted a dazzling silver light: "Seven Dragons Return to Their Positions, Suppress Demons and Seal Evil!"

The seven illusory dragons suddenly merged into one, transforming into a seven-colored pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The blood-red clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed, revealing the long-lost blue sky.

"boom--"

A seven-colored beam of light descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the center of the blood pool vortex.

The altar in the blood pool cracked inch by inch under this power. The strange runes twisted and struggled like living things, but in the end they could not withstand the power of the Demon Suppression Stele and collapsed and dissipated one after another.

"ah--"

A piercing scream echoed from the depths of the blood pool, the chilling voice now filled with despair: "Master will not let you go..."

Before the words were finished, the seven-colored beam of light suddenly contracted, transforming into seven chains that firmly bound the entire blood pool.

The Demon-Suppressing Stele crashed down, heavily pressing down on the blood pool.

Rong Jiaojiao continuously cast spells: "Seal!"

"ban!"

"town!"

"Destroy!"

"Cross!"

"drive!"

"net!"

Mo Bai immediately formed a hand seal, channeling his spiritual power into the Demon-Suppressing Stele.

Jun Yuangui followed suit, channeling all his spiritual power into the Demon-Suppressing Stele.

Lin Xiaoman wanted to follow suit, but Qing Xuanzi stopped her, saying, "You're still injured, don't fight anymore, or you'll damage your health."

Lin Xiaoman then stopped and looked anxiously at the three people on the field.

The seven dragon patterns on the monument shone brightly, projecting seven pillars of light into the void, forming a mysterious Seven Star Seal Purification Array.

"No--"

The last, unwilling roar in the blood pool abruptly ceased, and the entire vortex dried up and solidified at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pitch-black rock.

The Demon-Suppressing Stele stands firmly on the rock, its seven-colored light flowing endlessly, exuding an ancient and vast aura of suppression.

Everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.

Lin Xiaoman stared blankly at the stone tablet, murmuring, "This...this is the real Demon-Suppressing Tablet?"

Rong Jiaojiao's face was pale, and her spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.

She gazed at the stone tablet and said softly, "No, this is not the complete Demon-Suppressing Tablet. The complete Demon-Suppressing Tablet possesses the power of nine dragons and can suppress a region."

Everyone else was shocked, murmuring, "The power of seven dragons is already so great, what if all nine dragons were gathered together..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Mo Bai wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a grin, "Little girl, does this count as me saving your life?"

Rong Jiaojiao nodded and said, "So we're even."

Mo Bai said, "It's not fair. The second time I saw you, I also saved your life."

Rong Jiaojiao was too tired to pay attention to him, so she gave a perfunctory "oh" and said, "Then I'll save you again next time to make up for it."

Mo Bai was about to say something when the Demon-Suppressing Stele suddenly emitted a soft hum, and seven streams of light separated from the stele, transforming back into seven small seals that returned to their respective owners.

Rong Jiaojiao caught the Four-Colored Nine-Dragon Seal and noticed that the small seal's colors were dull.

She touched it with concern: "It looks like it will take a long time to recover."

Qing Xuanzi walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Well done. This time, thanks to you all, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the old square silver plaque, which had been transformed into a small silver nine-dragon seal, and asked in surprise, "Senior Sister Rong, what happened?"

Rong Jiaojiao said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, just call me Fellow Daoist. Your cultivation level has already surpassed mine. If we're talking about cultivation level, I should call you Senior Sister."

Lin Xiaoman said, "Although I cultivate as easily as drinking water, my strength is far inferior to yours. However, I am older than you, so how about I call you Sister Jiaojiao?"

Rong Jiaojiao didn't really like being called "sister" or "younger sister," but seeing her clear and slightly expectant eyes, Rong Jiaojiao nodded: "Then I'll call you Sister Xiaoman."

Lin Xiaoman immediately said happily, "Jiaojiao, tell me about the Demon-Suppressing Stele."

Seeing Lin Xiaoman's excited expression, Jiaojiao smiled helplessly: "Sister Xiaoman, the origin of this Demon-Suppressing Stele is a long story..."