The Divine Mechanism Pavilion is a place for refining weapons for the immortal sects.

Their emphasis is on the unity of man, law, and tool.

Their combat prowess cannot be judged solely by their cultivation level.

Divine weapons and secrets are similar to martial arts techniques.

However, its power level is not affected by one's own cultivation level.

As long as the magical artifacts that make up the divine weapon are powerful enough, the disciples of the Divine Mechanism Sect often find it easier to overcome adversity.

Therefore, even when facing Xu Yan, a Vajra Sect warrior at the Ninth Heaven of the Purple Mansion with a powerful physique, Duan Chongyang still dared to engage in close combat and was the first to strike.

With a deafening roar, the two giants collided.

Physical strength clashed with magical artifacts, producing a deafening roar.

Xu Yan's outstretched six arms pounded down like a violent storm.

Duan Chongyang's body was surrounded by magical power, and various weapons appeared behind the divine weapon Tianji.

Each weapon is as flexible as an arm.

The attacks came in a chaotic yet layered manner, slashing and sweeping forward, instantly halting Xu Yan's explosive momentum.

But this is just the beginning.

The dragon-elephant coiled around Xu Yan materialized and struck horizontally.

Not only that, but all three heads of Fudo Myoo opened their mouths at the same time.

The surging true energy poured down like golden flames.

The surface of the enormous divine weapon, Tianji, instantly turned crimson red.

The massive loss of magical power was like water vapor rising from the sky.

Xu Yan!

That's impressive.

He truly deserves to be called one of the earliest figures to participate in the war a thousand years ago.

Although they haven't caught up with the top tier yet, their fighting strength is truly undeniable.

However, my divine weapon and secrets are not limited to this.

Duan Chongyang's eyes were icy and fierce, and the divine weapon Tianji's surface shone with silver-white array patterns.

Suddenly, a biting chill enveloped them.

The water vapor that had just evaporated solidified like ice crystals.

Xu Yan's enormous body was instantly frozen in ice.

The gushing golden flames were also enveloped in ice crystals.

He tried to struggle, but by then the divine weapon had already crashed into him.

Unlike its previous complete form, the divine weapon and its secrets had somehow disintegrated.

Countless components simultaneously pierced Tong Wu's body.

The body of the three-headed, six-armed Acala was instantly covered by components.

At the same time, a brand-new array pattern lit up, forming a sealing array.

Each component is not only a node in the grand formation, but also acts like a dragon-trapping nail, cutting off the true energy flowing through Xu Yan's body.

not good!

I was careless.

Xu Yan's mind was shaken violently, and his true energy surged forward recklessly.

The components covering his body trembled continuously as his true energy surged through his body.

He can break through, but it will take time.

He was absolutely confident in a one-on-one situation.

But now, it's not one-on-one.

Yang Buhui's strength is absolutely no match for Wei Wuming and Shi Sansheng.

"Palace Master Yang, retreat!"

Tong Wu roared anxiously.

"Come and go as you please? Do you really think we're pushovers?"

"Yang Buhui, stay here!"

Ghost King Shi Sansheng snorted coldly and transformed into a gust of yin wind as he rushed out.

Wei Wuming did not attack Yang Buhui, but instead flew forward to get close to Xu Yan.

One by one, copper coins flew out like darts and stuck to Xu Yan's body.

The falling copper coins were of unknown material.

Despite the fluctuations of golden true energy, it remained completely still.

With each copper coin that fell, Xu Yan felt the pressure increase slightly.

Although the effect was small, it accumulated over time, and the constraints on him became increasingly heavy.

"Xu Yan, just stay put and wait for Lord Yan from your Martial Arts Alliance to come and redeem you!"

Wei Wuming said casually.

Xu Yan deserves to die, but not now.

Yang Buhui of Tianshui Palace could teach her a lesson.

Let her know what it means to be bold and unrestrained.

After all, the founder of Tianshui Palace has already left, and there are no Yaochi warriors to oversee Tianshui Palace at this time.

Unfortunately, those seven cowards at Tianshui Lake didn't dare to make a move.

Otherwise, Tianshui Palace might have been destroyed today.

......

Yang Buhui did not retreat. She stood proudly among the clouds, her long sword pointing forward.

His heart felt neither joy, sorrow, nor fear; his only goal was that figure in the eerie wind.

Seamless!

This sword technique was created by my master.

Some people think that the so-called "leaving no trace" means leaving no trace when walking in the snow.

But Yang Buhui knew very well that her master wanted to erase that person's traces.

Five hundred years later, the master broke through the barriers and entered the Jade Pool.

But her plan fell through.

The man's portrait is proof of this.

Master left, departing from the Zhou Tian Realm to search for traces of that person.

But this sword strike remained.

There is only one reason: this sword strike was powerful enough.

Yang Buhui has disappeared!

Like a gentle breeze, yet seemingly never to have existed.

As she disappeared, a chilling wind carrying black smoke swept in.

"You're playing tricks! Come out here!"

Shi Sansheng snorted coldly and manipulated gusts of yin wind to sweep across the battlefield.

Indiscriminate attack, with no blind spots.

They quickly forced Yang Buhui to reveal herself.

But at this moment, Yang Buhui was already close to him.

Even Shi Sansheng was startled.

He quickly stretched out his hands, transforming them into the arms of a corpse demon, and slapped them towards Yang Buhui.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the indestructible ghoul's arm was split in two.

From the severed wound, purplish-black blood gushed out.

They transformed into countless ghostly faces, tearing and biting at Yang Buhui.

She neither flinched nor dodged, letting the ghost face enter her body.

"Yang Buhui, what are you trying to do, you madman?"

Shi Sansheng panicked!

He couldn't dodge that sword strike.

At this moment, he was filled with deep regret.

He thought that with his cultivation level of two minor realms higher, he could control Yang Buhui.

Who could have imagined that Yang Buhui would fight to the death right from the start?

The power contained within that ghostly face was extremely sinister and poisonous.

That crazy woman actually dared to ignore everything.

What terrified Shi Sansheng even more was that this was his true form.

Those who belong to the immortal sects must not get close to martial artists in their physical form during battles.

This is an ironclad rule, a bloody lesson left behind by the patriarchs of various sects.

In the first century after the two suns shone together, countless arrogant senior immortals were killed by fearless warriors.

If given another chance, Shi Sansheng would never be so careless.

But Yang Buhui was not prepared to give him that opportunity.

A three-foot-long sword, like the Yellow Springs, guides the corpse through three lifetimes of reincarnation.

Clang!

Just when Shi Sansheng was in despair, a sound like heavenly music rang out.

It was a copper coin, bright yellow and shiny.

The copper coin was shattered by the green blade in Yang Buhui's hand, but it also caused the sword's forward momentum to pause.

The longsword was still pierced into Shi Sansheng's brow.

However, before the skull could be completely pierced, Shi Sansheng seized the opportunity, his entire body instantly shattering into black mist, and he fled into the distance.

Yang Buhui wanted to give chase, but a sudden surge of energy surged within her.

"puff!"

Black blood gushed out.

Fragments of necrotic organs were mixed in.

Black energy continuously emanated from Yang Buhui's face, which she quickly suppressed by gathering her inner energy.

"You bitch, you're dead."

The escaping corpse, Sansheng, was enraged.

He, the number two figure in the Corpse Demon Sect, had never felt so aggrieved.

He was just half a step away from dying.

Only death can wash away humiliation and anger.