A flying sword attacked from the sky.
Song Tingwan conjured a shimmering purple lotus umbrella in her hand, deflecting the flying sword.
Luxurious purple lotuses bloomed beneath her feet, and Jinghong took flight, each step a deadly assassination, with countless people lurking in the shadows seeking her life.
The rumors spread by Zewu and his son in public on Wutong Mountain still leave an impression on many people.
When faced with dramatic changes, it is when human nature is at its worst and order is at its most chaotic.
If one could ascend to heaven, no one would want to remain in this world living in fear.
Countless deadly attacks were launched at her, but countless people also emerged from the shadows to stand in her way.
"Disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, form the formation—"
Yun Qian smiled at her from a distance, leading a group of Wenjian Sect disciples to block her way.
Song Tingwan's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile. Holding the purple lotus umbrella, she walked step by step toward Xingyuan.
"Sister Wan'er, I'm here to help you. You must return safely and bring back to our Demon Lord."
Liu Muyu was no longer a naive boy. He turned around and smiled at Song Tingwan, exuding a terrifying demonic aura with confidence.
"Oh, there's actually another one undergoing tribulation in the shadows. I'll have to make my move then."
Venerable Changliu appeared out of thin air and stopped the rain of flaming arrows with a wave of his sleeve.
"Go on, little girl, we've got your back."
Just a step away from the Star Abyss Barrier, Song Tingwan turned around, holding her umbrella, and smiled gently.
Then, lifting her skirt, she resolutely stepped into the Star Abyss.
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All things in the world originated from chaos.
The evil realm is the source of all evil.
Or perhaps it is a place where all evil thoughts slumber.
The moment he entered the evil realm, a violent killing intent suddenly arose in his mind.
And then there are the rising evil thoughts.
Normally friendly fellow disciples would actually draw their swords against each other over a verbal argument.
Different races can start a war over a single glance.
Especially for those who are usually short-tempered, it becomes even more difficult to control themselves.
After half a month, Song Siyao was able to control the situation with his master and others after entering the evil realm, knocking out and tying up the irritable fellow Daoist.
Another half month later.
Song Siyao gripped Li Guang, occasionally feeling an irresistible urge to draw his sword.
Even the usually calm Shen Zhuochuan couldn't help but use his dragon tail to shake off many of the crazed people.
At the same time, the enraged black dragon, which kept roaring, must be held firmly in place.
Qin Xi sat atop the massive black dragon's head, occasionally offering words of comfort, and sometimes letting out a roar of curses.
Wan Qiji could barely control himself, but he had already thrown the giant sword behind him into the space, fearing that he might accidentally hurt someone if he lost control.
As the number of casualties increased, the situation became increasingly out of control.
A month has passed, and the Mahayana stage can barely control himself for a period of time, but occasionally he will lose control.
The powerful cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage took turns forcibly knocking everyone unconscious, then knocking them unconscious again after they woke up.
But keeping them unconscious wasn't a solution, so Baili Xijiang threw a bunch of sleeping pills at them while they were still conscious.
While she was still lucid, Qin Xi also contributed a bunch of hallucinogenic or dream-entering artifacts to them.
So when Song Tingwan gripped the purple umbrella and entered, there were occasional howls within the evil realm, but countless creatures collapsed on the ground.
Ghosts, demons, monsters, cultivators, elves…
After checking them and finding nothing wrong with them, she even saw one of the cultivators wake up in shock, and after regaining his senses, he gathered spiritual energy in his palm and slapped his head hard.
He reacted quickly and slapped himself unconscious.
Song Tingwan had just opened her mouth, before she could even ask anyone for news, when she fainted again.
She sensed the overwhelming, irritating power in the air, and pursed her lips, beginning to understand why.
Song Tingwan nearly stepped on a black, long-haired rabbit. After thinking for a moment, she tore off a talisman and stuck it on the shimmering purple lotus umbrella. Then she gripped the umbrella handle and flew up.
Even after passing the densely packed creatures, the view still seemed endless.
Unfortunately, the sound transmission was useless; if one shouted loudly, it would surely disturb everyone in the area.
After flying aimlessly for a while, the mini dragon in my mind suddenly moved.
Song Tingwan suddenly looked southwest, changed direction, and quickly headed southwest.
After a cup of tea, she heard the irritated dragon's ear-piercing howl.
She quickened her pace, her face grim.
It was the voice of her youngest apprentice.
A purple figure swiftly flew away.
One hour later.
Finally, we spotted a piece of land that looked like a campsite.
In front of a group of tents, a white dragon pressed its claws firmly against the head of a smaller black dragon. Beside the black and white dragons, countless other dragons lay quietly like mountain ranges, seemingly asleep like most of the cultivators.
Song Tingwan's heart tightened as a refreshing eighth-grade elixir mist descended upon the camp and the heads of a group of dragons.
Almost instantly, Bai Long raised his head and opened his eyes, looking in the direction where Song Tingwan was.
A divine artifact hummed, and someone flew towards her on a sword.
The voice arrived before the person.
"Sister—"
Song Tingwan landed gracefully and put away the shimmering purple lotus umbrella.
Song Siyao jumped down from the light, and Song Tingwan took her hands and looked her up and down. After seeing that her sister was only a little weak and not injured, she said softly:
"I am coming."
The quiet campsite was stirred by some activity as a group of experienced hikers emerged together.
"The Sleeping Goddess has arrived? The situation is urgent, there's no time to explain in detail. The effects of the sleeping potion are almost up. Do you have enough of it on you?"
They have been in the evil realm for a month.
From being completely helpless at the beginning to having no choice but to resort to Baili Xijiang's unorthodox methods, more than ten days have passed.
The number of dead and injured has decreased by more than half in the past ten days, but there are still people who suddenly wake up and maliciously injure others.
Everyone is almost at their breaking point.
The sleeping pills were running out, and countless hallucinogenic artifacts had been ruined.
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