Different from the formation formed by Li Yiru's cultivation, which combines phantoms and entities, the damage from this demon cultivator's attacks is all real.
Ji Shiyan used puppets, magic swords, and Li Yiru's defensive formation to finally block the first wave of attacks, but then countless wooden thorns and even stronger demonic power appeared again.
Li Yiru knew where the center of the formation was, but the gap in their cultivation levels was too great. Even if she grasped that point and attacked continuously, she could not break the formation.
Countless wounds appeared on their bodies, and the seal given by the master once again sensed the deadly danger, flew out of their bodies, and dissolved the attack of the formation.
The demon cultivator glared at them, and regardless of his companions' pulling, he would rather risk leaving at the last moment before the passage closed, just to get rid of her.
Li Yiru changed her angle and exposed herself to fatal danger again, which triggered her master's last seal to block the murderous intention against her. The remaining attacks were calculated by her and hit the center of the formation.
The formation was shaking, but Li Yiru did not relax for a moment. She used her endless spiritual power to transform into a formation and continued to attack the center of the formation, finally breaking the formation set up by the demon cultivator.
Ji Shiyan was always in front, blocking most of the attacks for her and buying opportunities and time to break the formation.
Li Yirou's heart was beating violently, the petals of her spiritual platform were shaking, she felt tired and scared, and was extremely exhausted.
The demon cultivator still didn't let her go and set up the formation again, this time separating the two of them.
Fortunately, the demon cultivator had been consuming his energy and had killed quite a few people, leaving very little demonic power.
Seeing the shadow of a Jindan cultivator appearing in the distance, the passage was shrinking and closing, and his companions had already left one after another. The demon cultivator's pupils shrank, and he looked even more dangerous and gloomy.
Li Yiru was blocked in the formation by it. Ji Shiyan wanted to break the formation from the outside, but the formation of the heavenly-level demon cultivator was even more difficult to eliminate from the outside.
Li Yiru's body inside was completely controlled. The time around her slowed down, and her spiritual consciousness seemed to be moving in the same way. It took a long time for her to react.
Her mind was exhausted and it was difficult for her to concentrate. At this moment, she reacted like a toddler, with her brain and limbs uncoordinated.
An attack appeared from the formation and headed straight for her brow.
The drizzle in the spiritual platform suddenly stopped, flower petals fell, and the eyes of the transparent soul that had been closed for a long time opened for the first time. Li Yiru woke up instantly, and the shield talismans were superimposed for protection. She also bought some time to hide in space.
Ji Shiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her hiding.
Seeing that he failed to kill Li Yiru, the demon cultivator's sinister gaze fell on Ji Shiyan who was beside her.
It used up the last bit of its demonic power to defend against Li Yirou, and then condensed into a wooden thorn, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it turned to attack Ji Shiyan's spiritual platform.
Li Yirou leaped out of space, but was pulled back into the formation again. It still had some strength left! Using the rules of space, it trapped Li Yirou!
Ji Shiyan received his master's final attack, blocking the attack that was intended to shatter his spiritual altar, and the wooden thorn shattered with a sound.
Li Yirou had just breathed a sigh of relief when the wooden thorn suddenly split into two and stabbed towards Ji Shiyan's eyebrows and dantian respectively.
He used a puppet to fight back and barely blocked it, but the demon cultivator had a fierce look in his eyes and he still had some strength left!
Li Yirou kept trying and finally broke the spatial rules that it was holding on to, but the wooden thorn split into four and rushed towards the two of them respectively.
Regardless of the serious abdominal injury, she dragged Ji Shiyan into the space. Behind her, another wooden thorn was about to pierce her head.
Ji Shiyan sensed that she was immobilized, so he dodged her hand, moved his feet, and protected her behind him.
The wooden thorn that originally pierced his neck turned into two again. Ji Shiyan blocked one attack, and the other one pierced into his forehead with a "swish".
After a brief moment of pain, his consciousness began to fade.
Fortunately... she is fine.
Li Yirou was behind him, a wooden thorn flew over her head, and Ji Shiyan's blood splattered on her face, like a red plum blossom blooming on her face.
"No!" She hugged his falling body, her hands trembling, her heart aching, and she couldn't believe it for a moment. How could it be, how could it be!
If the spiritual altar is broken, the cultivator will die and there is no way to recover.
The demon cultivator who was setting up the formation made a "hehe" sound, as if mocking her, and then spoke in human language, "Dare to ruin my good deeds? Next time, I will come to take your life!"
It was in a very happy mood. Human cultivators were just stupid. Killing others was even more painful than dying themselves.
The male cultivator actually faced death with a calm expression, while the female cultivator seemed to be going mad. It seemed that it had made the right decision.
Li Yiru was already on the verge of collapse, and under the stimulation of it, her mental power went into chaos. The little man in her spiritual center shattered, and an extremely strong pressure spread out, impacting and reverberating in the surroundings.
The demon cultivator who had been setting up the formation paused as he returned to the passageway. A sharp pain shot through his brow, and his head felt like it was about to explode! His spirit platform! It had actually been stabbed by this female cultivator!
How could she, a foundation-building cultivator, hurt others with her spiritual consciousness!
The demon cultivator bled from all seven orifices, fell in the passage, and was teleported back to the demon world.
Li Yiru was injured in the abdomen and vomited blood. A blizzard blew up in her spiritual center, and her returning spiritual consciousness was pieced together into the shape of a little man bit by bit.
She tried her best to protect everyone, but the person she wanted to protect the most died because of her.
Ayan, please open your eyes, please don't leave me...
Blood mixed with tears, Li Yiru forgot the pain, forgot everything, and she was alone in her world again.
Li Yiru held his hands tightly, but those hands were as cold as hers and would never return her hand with warmth.
There was a rumbling sound in the distance, and someone shouted, "Get out of the way, flood! Get out of the way!"
Li Yirou heard it, but seemed not to care. She had no strength left and didn't want to struggle anymore, so she just held the tall body in her arms.
A strong current of water washed them off the cliff, and the waterfall resumed, but it plunged them into the abyss.
The two fell into the pool of water, and countless bubbles emerged.
The fish smelled the fishy smell and swam upstream, trying to bite their bodies.
Why can't I find peace even if I want to die?
Li Yiru used up her last bit of strength and returned to the space with Ji Shiyan. She also fainted due to serious injuries.
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When she woke up again, the first person she saw was Xuan Wu who was chanting a meditation mantra for her. She was emitting Buddha's light, but Li Yiru could not feel any peace at all.
Ji Shiyan was still in the space. He was motionless and had already stopped breathing.
Li Yiru's eyes were dry and she couldn't shed tears. Her beautiful eyes no longer had the same luster as before.
"Donor Li...Donor Luo and the others have gone to search for Donor Ji. Perhaps they will find him soon..." Xuan Wu took her pulse and comforted her, but his words were pale and his eyes were full of grief.
"You should recover first... and wait for his return..."
She is a Buddhist practitioner and should be indifferent to life and death. But why does she always think of the scenes when they were together and feel uncontrollably sad?
If she is like this, let alone Mr. Li.
Xuan Wu saw that she looked so hopeless that he could not think of any other solution except to accompany her in her sadness.
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