Seeing that Su Diandian had given up resistance and was about to die, Shen Helin couldn't help but laugh.

This scumbag is quite pragmatic.

Before the black slime could touch Su Diandian, Qinglan drew her gleaming sword and sliced ​​the slime in two.

"Ahhhhh..." The slime landed with a "plop".

The faces inside opened their mouths, and piercing screams mingled together.

Su Diandian looked at Qinglan speechlessly, "Hey! Why did you save me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the blob of slime on the ground suddenly burst forth, shooting out and instantly enveloping her head.

This scum will probably be eaten into a skeleton.

Shen Helin laughed smugly: "Heh, Qinglan Spirit Lord, there are people in this world you can't save."

However, his smile quickly froze.

“Good great-grandson, how come this thing of yours looks good but is useless?” Su Diandian’s voice came from the slime.

Under Shen Helin's astonished gaze, Su Diandian tore off the black slime covering her head and rolled it up in her hand.

She initially thought this thing was quite strong, but after wrapping it around her, she only felt a chill.

Other than that, I felt nothing.

Shen Helin's eyes widened in fury. "Impossible! Why can't the Soul Liquid devour your soul?"

"Sorry, but your great-grandmother is very difficult to kill."

Su Diandian's face was dark, and she was in an extremely bad mood.

She rolled the black slime into a solid ball, threw it into the air, and then pulled out a shovel and slammed it down.

"Great-grandson! Here you go."

The small ball merged into Shen Helin's body, and a distorted human face grew back.

The desolate seasons summoned the exquisite corpse to attack him.

Shen Helin excels at attacking souls, but his techniques are ineffective against corpse puppets.

For a time, he was helpless against Linglong's corpse.

As they fought, the two transformed into two specks of light, one white and one black.

Qinglan coldly watched the fight between the man and the corpse, and the Xuanlin Sword in her hand dissipated into spiritual light and disappeared.

Unable to get involved in the battle, Su Diandian sidled up to him, mimicking his usual sly smile, and said, "Sect Master, you're quite the schemer. I think I've figured it out..."

“My lady has always been intelligent.” Qinglan tilted her head to look at her. “Then why don’t you tell me, what did you figure out?”

Su Diandian sneered, "Old fox, you just cut down those black slimes to test your guess, didn't you?"

"Won't your spiritual power be much less effective against that slime?"

Qinglan smiled faintly and remained silent.

She continued, "Shen Helin is good at attacking souls. To save trouble, you used Sijihuang as a pawn, since corpse puppets don't have souls."

"Tell me, you old fox, when did you start plotting this?"

Qinglan lightly tapped her forehead with her waist fan. "Guess."

"I bet you're a fool. Does Sijihuang know about your little scheme?" Su Diandian said, glancing at Sijihuang's back in the distance.

"I promised him that after you die, I won't take your body from him," Qinglan said with a light smile.

"That's it?" Su Diandian was dumbfounded. "He really is a straightforward person."

Qinglan waved her fan and said indifferently, "There's nothing I can do, he can't beat me."

Damn it... this is really bullying honest people.

Su Diandian rolled her eyes at him, walked out of the pavilion, and looked up to watch the battle.

Shen Helin's command came from the sky: "Men of Changsheng Hall, listen to my order! Kill any trespassers!"

"Oh ho." Su Diandian turned to look at Qinglan. "Trying to sit on the sidelines and watch? No way."

Before she finished speaking, black-robed figures began to emerge from all directions.

These black-robed figures were all shrouded in heavy black mist.

Qinglan closed her waist fan and transformed into a blue light, attacking the man in black robes.

Just as Su Diandian was about to pull out her shovel to fight, someone suddenly tugged at her sleeve.

She looked down and saw the little baby wearing a bib from before.

"Little one, is there something you need?"

The little child smiled and said, "Sister, my name is He'er."

"He'er? You're Shen Helin's son?" Su Diandian squatted down and looked at him. "Wait, you wouldn't happen to be the Heavenly Bird that Chi Ming'er mentioned, would you?"

Brownie shook her head and said in a babyish voice, "Baby isn't a big bird, baby is a little bird."

Big bird? Little bird?

Su Diandian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "You are the child of the Heavenly Bird?"

"Sister is so smart!" He'er took her hand. "Sister, do you want to come with me to see the big birds?"

"I don't really want to go," Su Diandian said with a fake smile.

He'er thought for a moment, then smiled sweetly and said, "Sister, come with me. Big birds love to eat your delicate skin and tender flesh."

Su Diandian stood up, her lips twitching slightly. "You want me to be bird food? Sorry, no interest."

Rejected, He'er pouted and grabbed her leg.

"Sister, you can't allow this."

After saying that, he transformed into a brown-feathered bird, grabbed Su Diandian, and soared straight into the sky.

The black-robed man who had stepped forward from Qinglan Tuguang leaped after him, but merely followed at a leisurely pace, showing no intention of offering any assistance.

The wind whistled in Su Diandian's ears.

At this moment, the entire Changsheng Hall was laid out before her eyes.

Strangely, the entire layout of the Changsheng Hall is shaped like a giant bird.

That rice paddy, filled with spiritual plants, is where the giant bird's heart lies.

She couldn't help but ask, "Where is the big bird you're talking about?"

He'er answered with actions, suddenly releasing Su Diandian.

During the fall, Su Diandian saw a dark abyss slowly expanding below.

Almost instantly, she realized that the abyss was the beak of the Heavenly Bird.