He waved his bone staff, and more demonic puppets surged out of the crimson vortex. At the same time, the bloody aura on the ground transformed into enormous tentacles, sweeping towards the crowd.
Rong Jiaojiao felt a strong pang of heart palpitation; she knew that the real crisis had only just begun.
The Twelve Yuan Chen Pearls shone brightly, resonating with the power of the Nine Dragon Seal, forming a sturdy protective shield around her.
"Moon Spirit, activate the God-Slaying Array!" she silently chanted in her heart. In an instant, twelve dazzling rays of light shot into the sky, condensing into an ancient array in mid-air, trapping all the surrounding demonic puppets.
However, the old man in black robes remained calm and composed. He raised the blood-red bead high above his head and muttered incantations.
Suddenly, the bead burst out with a strong red light, and all the demonic puppets trapped by the God-Slaying Array began to self-destruct!
Violent explosions echoed one after another, and powerful shockwaves pounded against everyone's protective shields. Even the Heaven-Binding Array set up by Han Yun Shen began to crack...
"Not good! Retreat!" Han Yunshen's expression changed drastically. He frantically waved the Starry Sky Array Flag in his hand, trying to reinforce the crumbling Heaven-Binding Array. However, the shockwaves generated by the self-destruction of the demonic puppet were like surging waves, and each impact caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the barrier.
Rong Jiaojiao was thrown by the blast wave and crashed into a charred tree trunk, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She forced herself to stand up, only to see a sinister glint flash in the black-robed old man's eyes. He slammed his bone staff heavily on the ground, and a hundred-foot-tall demonic figure emerged from the blood-red vortex!
The demonic figure was bound by chains, with a blood-red bead on its forehead identical to the one in the old man's hand, and it exhaled thick black flames with every breath.
"This is... the remnant soul of the ancient Blood Fiend Ancestor!" Elder Qiu Fei of Youhuang Pavilion's pupils shrank dramatically. "This remnant soul's strength has already reached the half-step Immortal Master realm!" Before he finished speaking, the demonic shadow swung its chains, sweeping across the crowd like a thousand troops.
The Celestial Master realm experts all unleashed their magical treasures to defend themselves, but wherever the chains passed, the treasures shattered inch by inch, and several elders were directly knocked away, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.
Mo Bai roared and charged towards the demonic shadow with his sword. The sword light collided with the chains, bursting into dazzling sparks.
But the enormous difference in strength caused his tiger's mouth to crack, and the long sword almost slipped from his hand.
Rong Jiaojiao was extremely anxious. She frantically activated the Twelve Yuanchen Pearls and the Nine Dragon Seal, condensing a six-colored light blade in her palm.
"Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, Mountains and Rivers Forever Silent!" She swung her sword with all her might, the light blade tearing through space, but only leaving a shallow wound on the demonic shadow.
Rong Jiaojiao sheathed the Lingyuan Sword and shouted, "Nine Dragons, return to your positions!"
Rong Jiaojiao suddenly produced four Nine Dragon Seals. She cast a spell on the Nine Dragon Seals, and they instantly merged into a phantom image of a Demon-Suppressing Stele.
Qi Lan, Mo Bai, Jun Yuangui, and Lin Xiaoman instantly gathered around Dao Rongjiaojiao, each holding a seal and making hand gestures, their small seals merging into the Demon Suppression Stele.
As soon as Rong Jiaojiao spoke, the other seniors immediately stepped forward to help them block the interference.
Eight of the nine dragons on the Demon-Suppressing Stele lit up. Rong Jiaojiao once again used her blood essence and divine soul power to summon the dragon pattern that had not lit up: "With my blood essence as a sacrifice and my divine soul as a guide, I summon the nine dragons back to their positions."
As Rong Jiaojiao's essence blood merged into the Demon-Suppressing Stele, the stele suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the unlit dragon patterns began to writhe as if alive, filling the air with an ancient and majestic aura.
The power of the remaining four seal bearers surged into the Demon-Suppressing Stele like a tidal wave, causing the stele to grow larger and larger until it blotted out the sky. Runes on it flickered, as if telling the legend of demon suppression from ancient times.
Upon seeing this, a hint of fear flashed in the black-robed elder's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness: "So what if you can summon the Demon-Suppressing Stele? How could you possibly contend with the remnant soul of the Blood Fiend Ancestor!"
He frantically activated the blood-red bead in his hand, and the remnant soul of the Blood Fiend Ancestor roared to the sky, the chains around him bursting forth with even stronger black flames, sweeping towards everyone.
The Demon-Suppressing Stele trembled violently, and the eight lit dragon patterns simultaneously roared, transforming into streaks of light that rushed towards the black flames. The dragon flames collided with the black flames, unleashing a deafening roar that distorted and deformed the entire space. Rong Jiaojiao felt a sharp pain in her divine sense, but gritted her teeth and continued to maintain the operation of the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
He sent a telepathic message to Yue Ling, instructing her to replenish her spiritual energy.
"Everyone, pour all your spiritual power into it!" Han Yunshen shouted, and dozens of Celestial Master realm experts simultaneously condensed their spiritual power into a pillar of light, which flowed into the Demon Suppression Stele.
The Demon-Suppressing Stele shone brightly, and the ninth dragon pattern finally lit up slowly. Nine giant dragon phantoms flew out from the stele, swirling and intertwining in the air to form a huge dragon net that enveloped the remnant soul of the Blood Fiend Ancestor.
The remnant soul of the Blood Fiend Ancestor roared angrily, swinging its chains in an attempt to shatter the dragon net.
However, the power of the Demon-Suppressing Monument far exceeded expectations. Wherever the dragon net passed, the black flames dissipated inch by inch, and the chains began to break down.
The old man in black robes changed his expression drastically. He tried to recall the remnant soul, but found that the blood-red bead was gradually dimming under the pressure of the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
"No! Impossible!" the old man roared madly, "How could our ancestor be defeated by you!" He rushed toward the Demon-Suppressing Stele without regard for anything else, trying to destroy this ancient artifact.
Rong Jiaojiao, barely maintaining her divine sense, manipulated the Demon-Suppressing Stele to change direction, and a golden light shot towards the black-robed old man.
The old man screamed in agony as his body shattered into pieces amidst the golden light, turning into a bloody mist that dissipated into the air.
The remnant soul of the Blood Fiend Ancestor gradually became transparent under the siege of the nine giant dragons, and finally dissipated completely.
As the crisis subsided, the Demon-Suppressing Stele slowly shrank, transforming back into nine Nine Dragon Seals, which flew back into the hands of the seal holders.
Rong Jiaojiao's face was as pale as paper, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Mo Bai reacted quickly, catching her in his arms: "Jiaojiao, are you alright?"
“I’m fine…” Rong Jiaojiao shook her head, “It’s just that my spiritual energy was overexerted.”
She gazed at the Nine Dragon Seal in her hand, her heart filled with countless emotions.
If it weren't for the ever-increasing power of the Demon-Suppressing Stele, everyone would probably have perished here.
Han Yun Shen stepped forward, his eyes full of admiration: "Thanks to you all, this crisis was averted. The power of the Demon Suppression Stele is indeed well-deserved."
He turned to the crowd and said, “Before the evil cultivators and demonic spirits arrive, leave a few people to look after the five seal bearers, and the rest of you quickly check if there are any teleportation arrays for demonic spirits underground.”
As soon as Han Yunshen finished speaking, the Celestial Master realm experts quickly split into two teams. Leng Qianjue and Mo Zhizhou stayed behind, one on each side of Rong Jiaojiao, while Leng Qianjue condensed a ghostly blue flame in his palm and warily scanned the surroundings.
Mo Zhizhou summoned a golden compass, its surface shimmering with mysterious runes, enveloping the five people in a defensive barrier.
Another team of more than twenty people transformed into streaks of light and swooped down along the cracks in the mountain.
A series of ear-piercing metallic scraping sounds came from deep underground, and dark red patterns on the rock walls meandered like blood vessels, twisting spiritual energy into vortexes wherever they passed.
"Watch out! There's something strange about this rock face!" Elder Song of the Blue Nether Sword Sect suddenly shouted, swinging his sword at a protruding rock.
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