The sinful immortals were dressed in rags, their hair covered in blood and dirt, filthy and tangled. Their eyes were bloodshot as they frantically plunged their fingers into the immortal soldiers' dantian, then lowered their heads and bit off their immortal roots, devouring their flesh, immortal destiny, and soul.
The screams of the immortal soldiers were both shrill and chilling.
"What kind of monster dares to act so presumptuously in my Outer Heaven!" Mo Xuan Shuang roared, slapping the sinful immortal away with her tail.
Ruoruo swiftly traversed the battlefield, wielding the Kunlun sword and using vines and the Kunlun blade to rescue many immortal soldiers.
"What are these things?!" Ruoruo asked, looking at the crazed humanoid monsters.
The celestial soldier replied, "These are all sinful immortals from the Fallen Immortal Cliff. The barrier of the Fallen Immortal Cliff broke, allowing them all to break free."
Fallen Immortal Cliff is located on one side of the boundary between the Outer Heaven and the Supreme Heaven, and this place is now inside the Divine Palace.
"Why wasn't the palace-protecting formation activated?" Ruoruo murmured.
Father is still not fully recovered. Could it be that something has happened to him as well?
She anxiously withdrew from Kunlun, wanting to rush to Taiji Palace.
However, more and more sinful immortals have almost trapped them in the very center.
Among these sinful immortals, the powerful ones even possess strength comparable to that of celestial beings.
Ruoruo initially managed to rescue ordinary immortal soldiers with ease, but later she struggled more and more, barely managing to protect herself.
"Whoosh!" The familiar golden arrow pierced the sky, its tail feathers trailing brilliant flames as it shot directly into the battlefield.
Ruoruo, whose face was already stained with blood, breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Second Brother!"
With a cry, the Phoenix True Fire swept in from the outside.
The Phoenix True Fire directly burned the soul. The sinful immortal, who was unaware of pain in his body, screamed in agony as he was burned. His reason, which had been clouded by desire, also became clearer, and he roared as he retreated.
"Coming and going as you please, what do you take the Divine Palace for?" Mo Xuanshuang transformed into her original form, and the little white tiger's body suddenly swelled up, opening its mouth and howling at them.
The sonic waves, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, were accompanied by wind blades that roared out, causing the sinful immortals to bleed from their seven orifices. Their heads were severed and their limbs were cut off by the overwhelming wind blades.
Mo Yunlan held Ruoruo in his arms and covered her eyes.
Although he knew that Ruoruo had already seen a lot of war and bloodshed, he always subconsciously felt that Ruoruo was still young and needed his protection, so he should see as little as possible.
"Second brother, I'm fine. How did you get out?" Ruoruo asked.
Unlike her two older brothers, they were not immune to the barrier and were trapped by their father's barrier, not allowed to come out.
“Something might have happened to Father.” Mo Jinyan flapped his wings and landed on Mo Yunlan’s shoulder. “The barrier around the palace gate suddenly disappeared a day ago. With the fighting going on outside, we naturally came out as well.”
"Father is in the Taiji Hall, we have to go there right away," Ruoruo called out. "Fourth Brother, come quickly."
Mo Yunlan originally intended to send Ruoruo back to Xixiang Palace, while he and his brothers went to provide support.
But thinking of Ruoruo's stubborn personality, he always felt that after he sent the little girl back, she would sneak out again.
Who knows what dangers a young girl might encounter when she's all alone? It would be safer to keep her by my side.
Therefore, he tacitly agreed to let Ruoruo squat on Mo Xuanshuang's head and head to Taiji Palace together.
On the other side, Jiang Shuirong destroyed the last protective array barrier and looked towards the Taiji Palace, where spiritual energy was surging.
The fact that the palace-protecting array still has spiritual energy indicates that Mo Yong is still conscious.
Mingye hasn't won over Moyong yet; it seems she'll have to go and help him.
She hadn't taken two steps when she suddenly felt an extremely strong demonic aura sweeping in from the portal.
This demonic energy was mixed with a few wisps of celestial energy and a slightly sticky, bloody smell.
Jiang Shuirong's face paled slightly.
Why is she back?
Jiang Shuirong decisively concealed her aura and hid herself.
His eyes were dark and unreadable.
Yan Qingran actually returned at this time. If Mingye didn't hurry, their plan would probably fail.
In the Taiji Hall, Mingye was covered in blood, and the spiritual light on the Soul-Destroying Spear had dimmed considerably.
Mo Yong slumped onto the imperial throne, his face pale, and several golden chains bound him tightly.
It continuously drained his immortal essence and foundation.
"Bang!" After another violent collision.
With a whoosh, the Soul-Destroying Spear was shot back, its tip embedded in the ground in front of Mo Yong, and the red tassel drooped limply.
Mingye swallowed two pills and dragged his broadsword step by step toward Moyong.
Looking at the powerless Mo Yong, he laughed loudly, "Mo Yong, Mo Yong, you've finally met your match!"
His smile grew increasingly ferocious, his eyes revealing undisguised greed and desire: "Your cultivation, your immortal essence, your divine artifacts, your position as a divine lord—everything will become mine. You will no longer be able to ride roughshod over me. Your children and servants will all become my slaves!"
Wasn't his son arrogant and looked down on his daughter? Now he's only fit to be her slave!
Mingye's hands were trembling with excitement.
From beginning to end, Mo Yong stared at him expressionlessly without saying a word, and he didn't notice anything unusual.
Mingye raised his greatsword and slashed down. The overwhelming excitement and the thrill of impending success made him ignore everything around him.
The sword slammed down, piercing right through Mo Yong's body, and the throne cracked open with a snap.
However, Mo Yong's body did not bleed at all; instead, it twisted before his eyes and vanished in an instant like a reflection.
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