Song Tingwan squatted down and carefully lifted her little apprentice's head.
Baili Xijiang tilted his head back in grievance, opening his mouth in pain but unable to utter a word.
She pursed her lips and fed him the Grade 8 Life-Giving Pill.
Bone and flesh regeneration, through the use of elixir to regenerate bones.
Even if someone else were to refine the Bone-Regenerating Pill, it might not be able to heal the broken dragon bone.
But, who can blame them when this person is Song Tingwan?
As his body grew rapidly, Baili Xijiang broke out in a cold sweat, but then felt a warm sensation on his back, which eased the pain and restored his complexion somewhat.
Only then did he have the strength to weakly call her "Master".
Song Tingwan supported him and tenderly wiped away his sweat, saying, "It's alright, you'll be fine soon."
A vibrant young man had his bones broken by the immense demonic energy. Even though the dragon race had a strong physique, they were still defeated due to the vast difference in strength.
"My master's disappearance scared me to death..."
Xiao Long stared at her longingly, even though he couldn't straighten his back, he was still worried about her.
Song Siyao and the others stood around, even the lively Qin Xi frowned with worry.
The Venerable Dongming and his companions looked at these vibrant young people, their eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and nostalgia.
“This Cang Jin, if left unchecked, should not be underestimated.” Wu Lian silently raised her wrist.
Her natal artifact, a moon-white crossbow, appeared on her wrist, the tip of the crossbow bolt aimed at Cang Jin, who was fighting against several Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators.
Ling Chun drew his bow and aimed, the flaming divine bow aimed at the young demon king Shen Jiang.
"Their power is strange; it seems inexhaustible."
Venerable Dongming lowered his gaze and exchanged a glance with Venerable Yuntian; both of them wore solemn expressions.
"Isn't it normal for demons to use evil magic?" Ling Chun replied casually.
Suddenly, a demonic form materialized behind him, and Liu Muyu appeared beside his sister Song. Hearing the powerful figures talking, he quietly spoke up: "Not all demons are this evil..."
He always listened to Sister Song and relied entirely on his own talent to ascend to the position of Demon King.
The boy defended himself, feeling rather aggrieved.
Venerable Lingchun turned around, seemingly aware of the situation in the Demon Realm, and apologetically reached out to pat the boy's head.
"Alright, you're not bad, kid. Try to kill the Demon Lord and take the throne."
In this way, at least the demon realm has someone who can speak normally.
The young Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator gave him a good boost of encouragement. Liu Muyu glanced at Cang Jin, who was handling things with ease, and couldn't help but feel discouraged: "The Demon Lord's power is too strong. Even my talent can't see his weaknesses."
Although the people in front of him were all stronger than him, he could still vaguely make out some clues despite the stinging pain in his eyes.
But facing the Demon Lord is like being separated by an insurmountable mountain.
The group exchanged glances, realizing that the other party's target was the little girl behind them, and thus could not leave to deal with the Demon Lord with peace of mind.
Just then, Su Xi flashed back to the demon clan, and Penglai Zhenren had also disappeared from the battlefield at some point.
The group of people from Penglai beside him asked in confusion, "Uncle-Master, the matter is not over yet, why are we leaving first?"
Upon hearing this, the True Man of Penglai turned around and took a deep look at the battlefield where countless people had died and been injured. Three ancient auras, invisible to ordinary people, were also locked in combat.
The old man, with his serene and otherworldly demeanor, shed two lines of bloody tears, causing those around him to panic and become helpless.
The immortal from Penglai silently closed his eyes, sighed, and led them away.
If Heaven does not allow us to spy.
What happens next will never be similar to every result predicted before.
On the chaotic battlefield.
Countless demonic energies reaped lives, devouring them and transforming them into the power of the Azure Ashes.
The battlefield during the Tribulation Transcending stage had far-reaching effects, and Venerable Dongming and his three companions firmly guarded the front of the others.
The Demon Lord's strength far exceeded expectations; if the others did not leave, they would only be devoured by the increasingly dense demonic energy.
"You sisters stay."
"The rest of the cultivators, leave immediately while you are undergoing your tribulation."
Some forces had already tried to leave when they saw that things were not going well, but the demonic energy would not do as they wished.
This is a battle during the Tribulation Transcending stage. Those who are undergoing the Tribulation Transcending stage can only be dragged out until they are exhausted and devoured by demonic energy.
At this moment, Song Tingwan helped her recovered little disciple to her feet, and her gaze fell upon countless cultivators who had been devoured and turned into demons.
Like purgatory.
Just like the picture of the previous life that my father drew.
The only difference is that the barrier field has been broken.
However, the Demon Lord's power is several times stronger than in his previous life.
Cang Jin calmly fought against four opponents, and even smiled sinisterly at Song Tingwan.
"What? So many people have died in front of you. Aren't they more important than your family and friends? They are so pitiful. Don't you want to save them?"
That divine pill could undo all his efforts.
Therefore, even if he wanted to replicate the scene from the previous life, he would first have to deplete the divine pill within her body.
In this way, he could provoke Song Siyao without any restraint. Only when Song Tingwan died could his resentment and unwillingness seep into his bones.
Only when Song Tingwan dies can Song Siyao be completely killed.
Only bones like these will not reject him.
Many cultivators struggling against the demonic energy looked to Song Tingwan for help.
Song Tingwan's gaze swept over the pained faces, her pale faces filled with pity and helplessness.
There are too many people.
The larger the area covered by the cinnabar mist, the more spiritual energy is required.
He was already weakened after faking his death.
The eighth-grade pill mist she encountered when she rushed back had completely depleted her spiritual energy.
In cases of demonic invasion, she would have to save them one by one.
However, as soon as she leaves the area protected by the four Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators, even the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, who have no spiritual energy to protect them, cannot resist the approach of demonic energy.
The Venerable Dongming stood in front of the frail woman, his voice stern and his face cold: "Calm your mind! In this situation, the only way to save yourself is to focus on yourself."
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