The Imperial Advisor Xuanji was no match for Feng Aotian; he could tell at a glance that the Black and White Impermanence were imposters.

He didn't really believe in the Black and White Impermanence.

When he ordered his disciple to unleash the Heavenly Net and Earthly Fiend Seven Killings Formation, the opponent also used his ultimate move at the same time.

Although the two Black and White Impermanence were fake, the weapons they carried were real.

The mourning stick suddenly grew a hundred times larger, sweeping over the six disciples of the Grand Preceptor. His six eldest sons unleashed the Heavenly Net and Earthly Fiend Seven Killings Formation, but at the critical moment, their souls were directly blasted out of their bodies, and the Heavenly Net and Earthly Fiend Seven Killings Formation was also rendered useless halfway.

Then the fake Black Impermanence unleashed his soul-snatching chains, directly capturing the souls of his six disciples.

The Imperial Advisor was dumbfounded. Even Feng Aotian hadn't expected that the mourning staff and soul-hooking chains could be used in this way. This time, it wasn't just the souls of the Imperial Advisor's six disciples that were lost; the souls of some soldiers standing at the front were also taken away.

Fortunately, Feng Aotian gave his disciples and generals protective charms; otherwise, they would have had their souls stolen.

The Imperial Advisor was also injured by the mourning staff and the soul-snatching chains. Although his soul was not taken away, it was unstable for a moment, and he stood there swaying.

The imperial advisor quickly recited the calming incantation twice before the situation stabilized.

Feng Aotian asked with concern, "Is the Imperial Preceptor alright?"

Xuanji was heartbroken. These six disciples were his last disciples, whom he had trained for many years. They were all quite capable, and now they had been wiped out in one fell swoop. It was truly heartbreaking!

Ghost King Tanxi held the souls of the six disciples of the Imperial Preceptor in his hand and swallowed them without a second thought.

"You!" The Imperial Advisor felt a metallic taste in his throat, and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. "Give me back my disciple's life!"

Ghost King Tanxi gently shook the folding fan in his hand, revealing a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile: "What I eat, I never spit out. Old man Xuanji, you are no match for me. You should go back and find someone stronger."

As he spoke, he pointed the fan in his hand at the imperial army and began to gently fan it, one wave after another.

On the battlefield, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the sky was dark, making it impossible to open one's eyes or even stand steadily.

The Imperial Preceptor Xuanji slammed his staff heavily on the ground, and the flying sand and stones immediately fell to the ground, restoring the clear blue sky and bright daylight to their original state.

Ghost King Tanxi gave the "Black and White Impermanence" orders, and the two immediately took their weapons and went to the front of the camp, silently chanting incantations and waving their mourning sticks and soul-hooking chains.

The Imperial Preceptor Xuanji was filled with resentment and wanted to reclaim his disciple's soul. He stepped forward alone, holding a whisk in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other, and performed the Heavenly Net Earthly Fiend Seven Killings Formation on the spot.

The "Black and White Impermanence" and the entire rebel camp were trapped in the formation, and the hideous demons inside rushed towards the rebels.

Ghost King Tanxi laughed loudly: "Old man Xuanji, I told you you were stupid! Who am I? All the Ghost Kings of the world, the Five Ghost Emperors, have to call me Big Brother! Evil ghosts are my best food, they can help me increase my power! And you actually used evil ghosts to attack me! Hahaha..."

After laughing, Tanxi opened his mouth, and his red lips suddenly turned into a gaping maw, swallowing all the evil spirits in the formation.

The Imperial Preceptor Xuanji was prepared; he had known this would happen. He performed the ritual steps again, chanting incantations, and Tanxi began to experience abdominal pain.

Tanxi felt like she was dying, and angrily cursed: "Xuanji, you damned bastard, you actually made the Eighteen Arhats dress up as evil spirits! I'll fight you to the death!"

He now held a sword that gleamed red, and with all his cultivation, he slashed at the Heavenly Net Earthly Fiend Seven Killings Formation, which actually cracked open.

The Imperial Advisor Xuanji also coughed up blood and staggered several steps before regaining his balance.

Tanxi continued to lead his men in attacking the killing formation, causing the cracks in the formation to widen until it finally collapsed.

The Imperial Advisor coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

Feng Aotian felt that the Imperial Preceptor was about to die, so he took out a brocade pouch from his sleeve and opened the talisman paper face to face.

Something shocking happened.

No one expected that this talisman would be so powerful. A talisman the size of a palm could actually spew out a huge tongue of fire, burning everything in its path. Moreover, the tongue of fire transformed into a fire dragon, shuttling back and forth in the enemy's camp.

Even Ghost King Tanxi didn't expect Feng Aotian to have this ultimate move.

His attention was completely focused on Xuanji, and he didn't notice anyone else at all.

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire can burn away all sins. Even the Ghost King Tanxi had a lot of hair burned off. If it weren't for his rich experience in escaping and his immediate use of the teleportation talisman, he would have been completely destroyed.

In this way, he was also badly burned, with blisters all over his face and hands, and his clothes were burned off, revealing a pair of white legs.

"Damn it, it's Yuan Qi again! Hiss..." The power of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire was extraordinary, and his whole body was suffering from the pain of being scorched by the flames.

Feng Aotian hadn't expected the talisman to be so powerful; the enemy camp was burned to the ground, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

"good!!!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted behind him, and the Feng family members all had smiles on their faces. Now that's great, the main force of the rebel army has been burned to ashes!

The Imperial Advisor lay on the ground, not unconscious, but too weak to move. He looked at Feng Aotian with resentment: "Why...why didn't you take it out sooner?"

Feng Aotian then led a few young generals to rescue the Grand Preceptor: "Grand Preceptor, are you alright?"

Xuanji's injury was caused by the backlash of the formation, and could not be cured by medicine. The army doctor examined him for a long time and shook his head: "General, I am powerless to help you."

Feng Aotian exclaimed, "What should we do? The Imperial Preceptor is seriously injured and unable to move, let alone endure long journeys. You should return to the capital and report to the Emperor, and ask him to make a decision."

The Imperial Preceptor Xuanji was very persistent. He grabbed Feng Aotian's hand and asked, "That talisman is inscribed with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. Who gave it to you?"

Feng Aotian replied with a forced smile, "It's Yuan Qi."

"Impossible! How could she possess the Red Lotus Karmic Fire? That's the Red Lotus Karmic Fire from the Nine Nether Hells, capable of burning away all sins! Impossible!"

Feng Aotian withdrew his hand: "Grand Preceptor, you should rest well. If you weren't so incompetent, I wouldn't have brought this out."

He left with the words, "Take good care of the Imperial Advisor."

Xuanji lay in bed, and the people taking care of him noticed that the Imperial Advisor had aged a lot in just a short time. Originally, his hair was completely white and his face had no wrinkles, but in just a short while, wrinkles had covered his face and his exposed skin was visibly loose, just like that of an ordinary centenarian.

Several soldiers carefully laid down the bodies of the six disciples of the Imperial Preceptor Xuanji in the courtyard. Someone asked, "General, what should we do with these?"

"Find an empty tent and keep it safe until the Grand Preceptor recovers. When we get back to the capital, let the Grand Preceptor bury it himself."

Back in his tent, Feng Aotian took out the communication talisman, said a few words according to the instructions given by Yuan Qi, and then threw it out.