The old vine tree jumped out of the magic-locking bag, followed by a group of demon blood flowers.
Its hoarse voice commanded, leading a group of demonic blood flowers to form a line and surround Shen Hanfang in the middle.
"We can't let her absorb enough demonic clouds to successfully become a demon!"
Before Zhu Yi could make a decision, the magical plants absorbed the magical cloud with perfect understanding.
Half of Peach Mountain was enveloped by demonic clouds. Amidst the rolling black clouds, Zhu Yi saw Shen Hanfang repairing her wounds at an appalling speed.
Mu Yu arrived late, followed by two disciples from the Discipline Hall.
"Senior Brother...we didn't expect Shen Hanfang to come here. She said she was going back to retrieve some of her personal belongings..."
"Stop talking, the most important thing is to stop her from going mad!"
The severity of the situation has far exceeded Mu Yu's expectations. How could so much resentment and demonic energy have gathered within the sect?
A golden array was unleashed, and Mu Yu enveloped Zhu Yi's Sweet Peach Peak within it.
Outside the formation, the demonic clouds that couldn't get close to Shen Hanfang raged, releasing a bewitching demonic mist. The two Discipline Hall disciples affected by it were clearly struggling and somewhat dazed.
"Zhu Yi! I only want you to die a horrible death!" Shen Hanfang's entire body was being reforged by demonic energy, and the feeling of being torn apart and reassembled was so painful that her facial features were distorted.
"Give Sister Shan some medicine first. She needs to stop the bleeding and calm her mind. It would be too dangerous for her to draw her sword rashly. I'll go and kill Shen Hanfang!"
Zhu Yi quickly found the Royal-grade Blood Coagulation Pill and the Nine-Turn Soul-Soothing Pill and handed them to Weiwei. These were pills that they had taken before, and Weiwei knew how to give them to Xue Shan.
"Junior Sister, be careful!" Wei Weiwei hesitated, knowing the situation was dire.
Xue Shan couldn't be left alone, and Shen Hanfang was in great danger, so she was worried about both of them.
Zhu Yi focused her mind and activated the "Lotus Cleansing Melody." She used a crystal lotus to absorb the surrounding demonic clouds, and the raging resentment swirled around Peach Mountain like a tornado.
The Imperial Mirror Master, who was reading miscellaneous books on Sour Peach Peak, walked out of the bamboo hut. Jinbao, who was standing at his feet, looked a little unhappy with his drooping ears.
"Woof..." Are we really not going to help our junior sister? The demons are already planting spittle on our territory; they're bullying us too much...
Master Yujing played with the folding fan in his hand, leisurely fanning away the violent resentment around him.
The folding fan emitted a golden light, and the dark purple resentment vanished instantly into nothingness before it even touched the tip of the fan.
"It's alright. When she travels to the mortal realm, she will encounter even more serious dangers than this. We can't protect her in everything. Isn't Mu Yu still here?"
"Let the young people handle their own affairs."
Jinbao remained noncommittal, pondering his master's words for a while. He felt there were loopholes in his master's statement, and wondered who had gone to the Heavenly Fiend Palace to fight alone last time...
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Shen Hanfang felt the speed of her body's repair slow down. When she opened her eyes, she found that the demonic clouds around her were being fought over by Zhu Yi, and a group of strange demonic plants were also trying to get a share!
"Damn it!" Shen Hanfang formed a claw with her five fingers, gathering a ball of demonic energy, and flew in front of Zhu Yi to deliver a fierce blow.
The long-dormant little peach blossom sensed that Zhu Yi was in danger. She stretched and walked out of the Brahma Lamp in a daze. Before she could even see what was flying towards her, the thick branches formed a protective barrier around her and Zhu Yi, thanks to the keen sense of touch of the immortal plant.
"Ah! It hurts so much!" Little Peach Blossom screamed. After the black mist dissipated, all that could be seen was the bare trunk of her hard-grown lush branches, which had been eroded by the black evil energy.
Little Peach Blossom cried out in pain, "What are you doing? I am a celestial plant! How dare you offend me!"
"Get out of my way, you little brat! Get out of my way if you don't want to die! I'm going to kill Zhu Yi!"
"You actually dared to compete with me for the power of the Demonic Cloud! And these demonic plants! Zhu Yi, so you've been colluding with the demons all along!"
Zhu Yi was speechless, only feeling that the ragged, mad, and eccentric Shen Hanfang in front of her was too terrifying.
A cultivator who falls into demonic possession is different from a naturally born demonic cultivator.
Those who have fallen into demonic possession have no chance to continue cultivating and ascend to immortality, while cultivators born into the demonic race can also ascend to the spirit realm if they cultivate properly.
Zhu Yi never expected that Shen Hanfang's hatred for her would reach such a level, that she would rather ruin her own future than let her die.
With Xue Shan's fate unknown behind her and an enemy who wanted her dead in front of her, Zhu Yi could not back down even a step at this moment.
"Since you're courting death, don't blame me!"
A golden lotus appeared before Zhu Yi. Zhu Yi silently recited the incantation and danced gracefully, using the ancient Zhu Wu dance steps to summon the heaven-sent Buddha lotus, drawing divine thunder from the heavens to punish all the rebellious demons in the world. This was the gift that the Heavenly Dao Stele gave to Zhu Yi—the Buddha Lotus Divine Punishment.
Within his dantian, the golden lotus seed quickly took root and sprouted, instantly blooming into a graceful and sacred lotus flower.
The golden lotus is extremely spiritual, releasing wisps of spiritual energy that purify everything around it from the inside out.
Shen Hanfang stared in astonishment at the lotus-shaped golden mark that had appeared on Zhu Yi's forehead, utterly bewildered: "How could this be? Cultivators only develop divine marks when they ascend to immortality, and you've only been cultivating for less than ten years..."
In contrast to Zhu Yi, the faint demonic markings on Shen Hanfang's forehead dissipated, and a portion of the demonic cloud was dispersed. Ultimately, Shen Hanfang failed to become a true fallen demon.
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