Good coin, I was wrong about you, you are a good coin.
"Senior brother, have any Xuanjiang people arrived?"
Although it was already early morning, the sky was still dark and gloomy on both sides of the chasm.
Su Xianqing and his group had just boarded the deck of the spirit ship, their cloaks billowing in the snow, and were about to take their men to retrieve some items when they encountered Yan Huanyue, who asked them this question.
Su Xianqing brushed the snow off his clothes and said as he walked, "There are a few, but most of the Xuanjiang people are not highly skilled, so not many can come. However, there are quite a few demon immortals who do not want to show themselves. My master said that there is a senior who can summon many demon immortals to descend to the Dao on his own. He has a lot of scraps of paper that take up an entire cabin."
Yan Huanyue followed Su Xianqing into the pavilion of the spirit boat and asked, "Which senior is so powerful?"
Su Xianqing gave her a mysterious look, turned his head and lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I was originally living on Jixue Peak, but last night, I was personally invited by Sect Leader Wen to go to the spirit boat of Mingde Sect. Can you guess what happened?"
"Is he a senior of Emperor Mingde?"
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment and asked in surprise, "Could it be Senior Wei Yan, who hasn't returned to the sect for many years and vowed never to use the sect's magic again, that made Headmaster Wen personally go to invite him?"
Su Xianqing casually patted her head and praised, "Good Baoying, you are quite clever."
Just then, the sound of the trial bell rang out. Yan Huanyue bid farewell to Su Xianqing and the others, and turned to walk down into the cabin.
Nearly a thousand disciples on the spirit boat also moved at the sound, and even the sounds of laughter and chatter could be heard as they hurried along the corridor. When everyone gathered below the cabin, however, there were no instructions to enter the secret realm.
A short while later, the three elders who guided the spirit boat walked to the center of the cabin and said:
"Gentlemen, yesterday's trial in the secret realm was fought by many brave individuals. Today is the time for you to test your skills after years of honing them. The demons have not given up their ambitions and have repeatedly attacked and disturbed our Heavenly Barrier Formation. If we cannot eliminate this great threat today, the descendants of the human race will live in constant fear. How can we be qualified to seek the Dao?"
Upon hearing this, the disciples, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately raised their battle cries.
In fact, the demons had been quiet for several days after their second attack on the Heavenly Barrier Formation.
Yan Huanyue originally thought that the human race would start the war when the demon race launched its third attack on the Tianqian, but she did not expect that the war would be announced suddenly on such a peaceful morning.
In such an urgent situation, no message could be sent out.
After everyone received their supplies, they gathered on the deck and headed together to Snow Peak. On Snow Peak, the spiritual disciples lined up in the same formation as during their usual trials.
Several sect leaders and elders stood in front of the formation, working together to create a temporary gap in the natural barrier formation.
At a command, the array cultivators immediately set off, filing into the gap one after another.
The demons reacted swiftly as well. As soon as the fifth column crossed the natural barrier, the demons immediately sounded the urgent war drums.
The lightning and fire array carried by the cultivators quickly enveloped the demon camp closest to the natural barrier.
The first two waves of demonic forces, which were dispatched swiftly, perished in the rolling thunder and fire in the icy land before they even reached the natural barrier.
After repelling the first two waves of demonic tides, the array cultivators quickly dispersed and returned to the Heavenly Barrier Array to begin activating it. Countless sword cultivators, saber cultivators, and other ranks rushed towards the demonic camp.
Several demon teams have also attacked, blocking the human cultivators at a distance of one arrow shot north of the natural barrier.
Although Yan Huanyue was protected by her magic robes, the biting cold wind that rushed into her nostrils, mixed with the bloody aura of the demons, constantly assaulted the top of her head.
She fought fiercely through the raging wind and snow, her eyes bloodshot, as if her mind had been washed clean by the snowstorm, making her exceptionally clear-headed.
Jiao Gu, within his soul, excitedly leaped above the Immortal Cauldron, stepping on its scorching edge, and brandished his invisible natal sword amidst the swirling smoke.
The first batch of array cultivators had already caught the demons off guard.
By the time it was their turn, the demons had already quickly adjusted, making their advance quite difficult.
But they had the upper hand, and a storm of sword energy, blade winds, and arrow shadows swept across the sky like a torrential downpour.
For every inch they advanced, the array cultivators behind them moved the natural barrier array forward an inch.
Wherever they fight, they occupy that place.
This immediate reward of achievement further encouraged everyone to fight with all their might.
As reinforcements continued to arrive from behind, suddenly a flurry of shredded paper, mixed with the heavy snowfall, drifted out like a blizzard, blowing directly over the demon camp unnoticed.
Amidst a raging storm and blizzard, the shredded paper drifted further and deeper into Tengzhou.
Yan Huanyue dodged the attack, then made a hand seal and unleashed several sword gusts, killing the demons who had surrounded her.
As she forced her way to the demon camp and landed, while she was fighting with all her might, a cold arrow suddenly shot out and pierced straight towards her heart.
Having learned her lesson from last time, Yan Huanyue dodged the attack and unleashed a gust of wind towards the source of the cold arrow, causing a figure to fall from the corner of the wall.
The light tore a narrow slit through the dark, desolate sky, revealing its cold, white halo, illuminating the heavy snow and the carnage, which seemed utterly devoid of warmth.
Yan Huanyue didn't know if it was noon or afternoon, but blood had stained her dark blue robes.
She had no time to absorb the spirit stones; her spiritual energy was generated and consumed rapidly.
Through long-term cultivation and balance, the innate spiritual energy within her body has become abundant and has involuntarily spread out, like a deep-sea vortex helping her absorb and merge the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into a continuous source of spiritual power.
Those in her team, and even those closer to them, were initially just subconsciously absorbing spiritual energy, but a wisp of gentle, warm, and pure spiritual energy was absorbed into their spiritual sea along with the surrounding spiritual energy.
These pure spiritual energies, mixed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, flowed into the spiritual veins, and as spiritual power was generated, they slowly nourished everyone's spiritual veins.
This energy is gentler than that of spirit stones, making people feel very comfortable.
Everyone wondered if the spiritual energy of Tengzhou in the north was so unique.
Gradually, everyone realized that the source of this spiritual power seemed to be the blood-stained woman wielding a sword.
Therefore, many people followed her and fought alongside her, helping each other.
The commotion of the war was so great that many of the great demons among the demon race, who had already rushed into the snowstorm, were swept up by a group of human elders, and the long night in Tengzhou, which had just begun to glow with light, was suddenly illuminated in all directions.
The struggle above often caused the heavens and earth to change color.
After a sudden burst of light, darkness descended once more as countless icicles swept in.
The group dodged the attack, realizing that it was a powerful demon named Tianyi, whom they had met in the Tengzhou Secret Realm, who had made the move.
Just as they were about to form a queue and engage in a stalemate, suddenly the sky brightened, and the heat came rushing in like tongues of fire.
Yan Huanyue looked up and saw Song Lingwei's clothes fluttering in the wind as she faced off against the demon who had made the move.
The flames at Song Lingwei's fingertips rose slowly upwards, igniting a raging inferno that turned the overwhelming icicles into a scalding drizzle.
Yan Huanyue glanced at it, only one thought in her mind: "Master's wife, I want to learn this..."
The fire raged fiercely, completely illuminating the sea of blood before them.
Yan Huanyue secretly absorbed a spirit stone in an alleyway. Her gaze fell on a pool of blood reflecting the heavenly fire not far away, and she saw Song Lingwei's reflection in the blood.
The bloodstain was about to dry.
In that instant, a shower of blood fell, and the heavy aura of demonic blood covered the surrounding area for miles.
Some of the blood pooled in the depression of the bloodstain, quickly forming a shallow depression. Under the raging flames, Song Lingwei's tiny figure became increasingly clear.
Yan Huanyue faintly heard Song Lingwei's voice, calm and gentle, just like when she taught her magic in the past, with a calm and unhurried manner, "Tianyi, do you still recognize me?"
As the raging flames gradually subsided, Yan Huanyue slowly raised her head and saw a blue-clad man covered in blood standing opposite Song Lingwei. It was none other than the Great Demon Heavenly Robe.
The icicles on Tianyi's fingertips gradually melted. Hearing this, he smiled contemptuously, "Song Lingwei, it's been a long time. It seems you still care about me. You almost died at my hands back then, and now you've specially cultivated this kind of technique to deal with me."
Song Lingwei moved with a gust of wind, showing no mercy in her hands, yet her words remained gentle, "Of course I care about you. You commanded demons to slaughter my homeland, and murdered my relatives, teachers, and friends. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. I was truly afraid that you would have withered away and perished before I even arrived. You have lived to this day, which is quite a feat."
"Oh......"
A burst of flame pierced through the chest of the Heavenly Robe.
Yan Huanyue and the others immediately rushed into the air, tearing the Heavenly Robe to the ground. The several Soul-Burning Techniques that had been used against him countless times in the secret realm were finally used on his true body.
As Tianyi was dying, her gaze remained fixed on Song Lingwei in the sky. Song Lingwei, however, never lowered her eyes or lowered her brows once, but simply made a hand seal and continued to drift northward.
Seeing his gaze, Yan Huanyue was displeased and cast a Soul-Burning spell on his eyes.
But as his soul was being burned to ashes, he whispered, "Why bother..."
Tianyi was the first powerful demon their team encountered, but they didn't even have a chance to make a move.
Just as Xu Fengqiu had said, when they encountered those formidable demons, the elders would strike first.
Thus, the elders of various sects and the great demon were locked in a stalemate, while their disciples charged northwards.
If they encountered an elder who was weak, they would use the method they had learned after dying countless times in the previous trials of the secret realm: like locusts, they would line up according to their positions and pounce on the great demon.
Both sides are spiritual beings in the world, and the demon race is born with the ability to cultivate. The difference between the two is huge. How could one person possibly destroy the demon race?
The battle lasted for months, reaching all the way to the Demon King's Palace. The Heavenly Barrier Formation had swept across every inch of land and was pulled to the front of the royal palace.
Pei Hanzhou and other sect leaders and elders, along with the demon clan leaders and patriarchs of various demon clans, floated at the forefront, followed by the heads of human clans, and then the neatly arranged human and demon cultivators.
The raging snow in the north constantly obscured people's vision. Yan Huanyue floated on the thick snow and could see further north of the palace, where several paper cranes were flying.
On the paper crane, one can vaguely see human figures, and beneath the paper crane are hundreds of paper figures.
When did the Xuanjiang people arrive? Could it be that they have already cleared the snowfields further north over the past few months?
Above the Demon Palace, a group of demon soldiers stood.
A voice came from the Demon Palace, "Pei Hanzhou, don't go too far. We are the reflections of the gods. Your slaughter of our race will be punished by the heavens."
Pei Hanzhou stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, as if hearing the wind, and said, "When you slaughtered my clan, why did no divine punishment descend upon the world? After you are all slaughtered and Tengzhou is reclaimed, I, Pei Hanzhou, will personally receive the divine punishment."
As he spoke, he formed a hand seal and charged towards the Demon Palace.
A paper crane opposite him also carried a person as they flew towards the Demon Palace.
The two groups of men followed the two men as they charged toward the city where the Demon Palace was located.
Amidst the chaos of battle, the grand formation that had been erected in front of the Demon Palace city was suddenly activated.
Yan Huanyue rushed to the front, but while dodging, she was accidentally bumped by other people who were also dodging, and was almost seriously injured by the spiritual power of the large array suddenly activated by the city.
She was blocked by a cool breeze from somewhere, and when she looked down, she saw the copper coin tied with a red string floating in front of her.
Yan Huanyue spat out a mouthful of blood, covered in dust, grabbed the copper coin and kissed it, casually saying, "Good copper coin, it's actually quite useful, not some sticky evil thing that can't be kicked away."
"Yan Huanyue!"
Xue Jingnian, also covered in blood, rushed to her side and asked, "How are you?"
Yan Huanyue finished packing up the copper coins, stood up, waved her hand, and didn't say another word to him. She then picked up her sword and went with the others to break the magic array.
Xu Lan stepped out of the crowd and walked to Xue Jingnian's side. She glanced at Yan Huanyue, who was leaving, and asked, "Young Master Xue, were you injured too?"
Xue Jingnian shook his head. Seeing that the Xue family members were watching him from a short distance away, he walked over to the Xue family members outside the formation.
Xue Dinglan was busy attacking the formation and only glanced at him without saying a word.
Xue Yuannian raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the neck, scolding, "This battle has been going on for so long, and you still don't know to pay your respects to your father. If Fellow Daoist Yan hadn't fallen here, we would have had a hard time even seeing Young Master Xue."
Xue Jingnian said, "I'm busy."
Xue Liannian laughed and said, "Brother, hurry back to the team."
Xue Jingnian nodded and flew back to the group.
Three days later, the Demon Palace formation was finally broken. It shouldn't have been this fast, but Yan Huanyue, as the first person in the group to leap over the Demon Palace formation, saw a few scraps of paper fluttering inside the Demon Palace.
The demon race contributed a great deal of effort.
Yan Huanyue thought, no wonder the sect leader insisted on dealing with Hengyu and winning over Xuanjiang first.
After the battle of the Demon Palace, a few survivors were left, presumably the spies who had come to this place with the demons.
However, they were all shrouded in demonic energy.
After the war, some people stayed behind to clean up the remnants and purify their demonic bodies, while others returned first.
Each aristocratic family wanted to arrange for people to stay behind, and ultimately, the task fell to several sects and the Xue, Su, Zhou, and Yu families, who were most active in this battle, as well as a portion of the demon race.
Pei Hanzhou and other sect leaders and elders also stayed here to cleanse the spiritual veins.
Yan Huanyue followed the remaining people and began to retreat. They had just returned to Jixue Peak when they were attacked.
The natural barrier formation has been moved further north, and now the natural barrier is like an uninhabited area. If someone hadn't suddenly given a warning, no one would have expected that a cold arrow would suddenly appear from the human race's side.
Yan Huanyue could tell from the sight of the evil cultivators and corpse demons on the snowfield that the Yun family had come to ambush the exhausted cultivators.
A ghostly wind howled as a formation was activated on the snowfield. The people on the snow-covered peak were not sure what was going on, so they did not go forward.
Countless corpse demons burst out of the formation and rushed up the snow-capped peak at an extremely fast speed, attacking the group.
Yan Huanyue also joined the others in a chaotic battle among the corpse demons.
However, the snow-capped peaks and other mountains were originally raised from the seabed. Now, without the foundation of the natural barrier formation, and with the impact of countless corpse demons and evil cultivator formations, the snow-capped peaks suddenly collapsed towards the natural barrier side amidst the raging wind and snow.
The surrounding peaks trembled for a moment and tilted towards it.
Normally, the collapse of these mountains would not have harmed ordinary cultivators.
However, the spirit boat moored on the mountain was covered with talismans and filled with spirit stones, resembling a small spiritual vein. Once activated, it would exert immense pressure.
As the mountains collapsed, the spirit boats slid off the peaks and crashed into the snow-capped peaks. The powerful pressure of the spirit boats carried several cultivators who had just taken off from the snow-capped peaks as they crashed into the chasm.
Yan Huanyue had already escaped from the snow-capped peak, but she felt herself being violently slammed into the massive, collapsing spirit boat that was now bearing immense pressure.
Yan Huanyue desperately grabbed in the direction that had hit her, and felt a spell cast in her palm that had captured someone.
She wanted to throw the person into the bottom of the spirit boat, but the terrifying pressure of the spirit boat crushed her like a gale, and she had no power to throw the person in.
They could only drag that person down with her.
The falling spirit boats were eventually pulled back by the people in the air, barely managing to stay afloat above the chasm canyon.
However, the immense pressure released after the spirit boat started slammed her directly to the bottom of the chasm.
Yan Huanyue fell for an unknown amount of time, passing over countless rocks and broken branches, before finally crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
However, she did not experience the excruciating pain of her body disintegrating as she had imagined; she only felt dizzy and lightheaded.
She struggled to her feet, the copper coin falling from her body and cracking open, and the little golden bell also breaking in a crack.
Yan Huanyue clutched the copper coin tightly to her chest, coughed up blood a few times, her head spinning, and murmured, "I wronged you. You're a good copper coin, not some evil thing. I'm sorry..."
"vomit!"
"vomit!"
She slowly turned her dazed head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see two people lying under the trees.
Tan Guiyi, Xu Lan.
The two were slumped on the ground, retching unconsciously.
She clearly pulled one person down, so how come there are two people?
Who was the person who deliberately bumped into her just now?
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