Meng Xiuyi put her arm around Meng Wanwan's shoulder and whispered, "Do you see that? This is almost the strongest force in the cultivation world of the Nine Realms Continent right now."

His voice was soft, but full of sarcasm.

"Don't be afraid."

Meng Wanwan gripped the fan in her hand and smiled: "Don't worry, Father, I'm not afraid."

This time, she took the lead.

Meng Wanwan stood still, and with a gentle wave of her fan, it transformed into seven small daggers.

She lightly traced her fingers across the seven daggers, causing them to rise horizontally and form a circle, surrounding Meng Wanwan.

With his hands moving swiftly, seven talismans condensed at his fingertips in an instant, transforming into seven beams of light that adhered to the seven daggers.

The moment it attaches, a huge array plate forms, slowly rotating around the center rather than the top.

Meng Wanwan's big eyes instantly turned into a pair of crescent moons with a smile.

With a telepathic connection, Nian Nian flew into her body, and a flash of white light appeared on her forehead.

Meng Wanwan slowly sat down, and the formation slowly descended and landed on the ground.

The black mud on the ground surged, but it couldn't harm her in the slightest.

"hold!"

Meng Wanwan whispered a low shout, and the array that landed on the ground seemed to be embedded in the earth, suddenly trembled, and emitted a dazzling white light.

The white light seemed to have come to life, and it flew up from the formation in clusters.

Meng Wanwan slowly closed her eyes.

Then the white light flew towards the people in the midst of the fierce battle.

The first one was Meng Xiuyi.

When Meng Xiuyi and the acting sect leader of Mirage were fighting, they were evenly matched. After exchanging a palm strike, they both retreated and simultaneously clutched their chests.

At this point, the two realized that their strengths were almost equal.

The acting sect leader was extremely surprised. This was just a small-time rogue cultivator, yet he already possessed a cultivation level no lower than the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Meng Xiuyi lowered her hand and looked at the acting sect leader with a cold expression.

However, at that moment, a burst of spiritual light enveloped Meng Xiuyi.

The second one is Yun Zhao.

Next up are Helian Tengyun, Helian Xiao, the head of the Shangguan family, and Shangguan Jinghong...

"What is this thing?" After receiving this thing, the head of the Shangguan family suddenly felt as if his body was being nourished by something, and the surge of qi and blood caused by the fierce battle just now miraculously subsided.

At this moment, the second elder of the Han family attacked. The head of the Shangguan family was stunned and caught off guard, so he had to dodge hastily, but the attack still hit his shoulder.

The second elder of the Han family sneered, "Playing hard to get."

However, the next second...

The head of the Shangguan family glanced at his arm that had been slapped, and then moved it.

Huh?

I don't seem to feel anything?!

The head of the Shangguan family asked in confusion, "You haven't eaten?!"

The second elder of the Han family was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Having said that, he attacked again.

The head of the Shangguan family refused to be beaten again.

Since that attack missed, there must be something fishy going on.

He's not stupid, why should he get beaten up?

At this moment, whether it was the Han family, the Mirage, the Zhao family, or the rogue cultivators who also attacked, they all noticed that something was wrong with them.

It's as if they don't feel pain or fatigue.

At this moment, some people have already turned their attention to Meng Wanwan, who is sitting in the black mud with her eyes closed, maintaining the formation.

It's her!

Someone drank loudly.

Those who heard this immediately rushed towards Meng Wanwan.

However, the banyan tree, which had been casually hitting people, seemed to have been provoked and began to frantically lash out at those who wanted to attack Meng Wanwan.

The tree trunk and leaves were even whistling as they danced.

"Kill that witch! It was her! What kind of sorcery did she use to make these people unconscious and exhausted? If this continues, we have absolutely no chance of winning."

The second elder of the Han family shouted.

Meng Xiuyi abandoned the Mirage Sect Master and instantly appeared beside the Second Elder of the Han family, slapping him across the face.

Then it teleported back again.

Mirage Lord...

"You...you...you actually have the energy to do other things?!"

Meng Xiuyi glanced at him indifferently. Although he could fight this person to a draw, he himself did not know what his true strength was.

He is strong when facing strong opponents and weak when facing weak opponents. Taking a break to slap someone and then coming back is just a switch between strength and weakness.

What's so strange about that?

However, the second elder of the Han family lost the initiative because of this slap. He was kicked to the ground by the head of the Shangguan family, which also created a huge pit that buried him.

Helian Xiao knew exactly what was wrong with him; it made sense, as Meng Wanwan's defensive formation had reached its peak.

He looked at Meng Wanwan and saw that she didn't seem to be spitting blood as before, so he was relieved.

"Red Songs!"

He summoned his spirit beast, which roared and transformed into a giant fireball that crashed into the crowd, engulfing the spiritual energy emanating from the humans.

Although Yun Zhao's moves were trained using the techniques Meng Wanwan had given him, his growth process was entirely within the Demon Clan's Trial Grounds, making his attacks extremely ruthless. He would kill anyone, regardless of who they were, not even sparing those wandering cultivators who were just there for the fun.

The rogue cultivators hadn't expected that he, at only the Golden Core stage, would already become a killing god. They were just there for the fun of it, so they became wary.

Therefore, at this moment, the Meng family's side was almost as if they were wearing a layer of divine armor, making it impossible for others to break through.

"Damn it!" The remaining power holders were furious.

The other side may have more people, but because of Meng Wanwan's cheating device, the competition between the two sides gradually became more balanced.

In the corner, a middle-aged woman frowned as she watched the scene, Mu Lu looking impatient.

Yunling stood behind her, her gaze indifferent, but if you looked closely, you could see that her gaze was fixed on someone.

"Yunling," the middle-aged woman suddenly spoke.

Yunling lowered her eyes and said softly, "Master."

The middle-aged woman reached out and handed her something: "It's up to you now."

Yunling looked up at her in surprise: "Master... but we haven't found it yet."

The middle-aged woman chuckled: "Do we even need to look? Isn't this tree right in front of us?"

Yunling looked at the large tree, which was covered in black mud and swaying wildly.

"Go, it will appear."

Yunling lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Yes, Master."

The middle-aged woman looked at the two sides locked in a fierce battle and gave them a sarcastic smile.

She knew exactly what these people wanted.

Even though the history of that time is lost to history, we can still guess what is hidden here from the clues.

Besides, regardless of whether the events of that year were intentionally concealed, there must have been insiders who planted clues beforehand so that later generations would discover them.

How could Tan Menggong not do such a thing?

"You little brat, trying to take advantage of me." Her words were both light and contemptuous.

Yunling held the object in her hand, her gaze fixed on the young man fighting fiercely high above.

She thought he was dead...