At some point, a large hole had been opened in the mountain protection formation, and countless monsters poured out from the hole one after another. The back mountain was filled with the corpses of disciples.

The Dragon Roar Sword kept vibrating behind her. Sheng He covered her chest with her hands, and that familiar feeling came again.

At this moment, the monsters tried to squeeze forward as if they were frightened by something, but before they could completely squeeze out, a huge force burst out from the hole.

The next moment, those monsters that had not yet had time to squeeze out were instantly turned into a pile of powder.

A man walked out from the gap. He was wearing a black robe and had an arrogant look on his face. His almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised as he looked at the mess on the ground with disdain.

As soon as the monsters saw the man, their blood began to tremble with fear as if it were controlled, and they knelt down spontaneously in submission to him.

The man kicked the corpse at his feet casually, his face full of disgust: "This is the world's number one sect? It's nothing more than this."

"Yes, with the help of the Demon Lord, the Qingyun Sect will be no problem."

That familiar female voice came, and before Sheng He had time to think, the Dragon Roar Sword was already unsheathed.

A sound of breaking air was heard, and the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows. The Dragon Roar Sword cut through the air in front of him, but was blocked by a barrier when it was about to approach him. The tip of the sword was only half an inch away from his brow bone.

The Demon Lord chuckled and was about to say something when the Dragon Roar Sword suddenly began to spin rapidly. Countless hard little thorns seemed to suddenly grow on the tip of the sword. As the sword rotated, with a "bang", the barrier suddenly shattered and the Dragon Roar Sword pierced straight into the Demon Lord's eyes.

The Demon Lord raised his hand, and a long spear appeared out of nowhere, suddenly blocking the way of the Dragon Roar Sword.

"Senior Sister, long time no see!"

Zhao Yanran raised her head, smiled and waved to Sheng He who was standing on the treetop.

Sheng He had a blank expression on his face. The Dragon Roar Sword suddenly changed direction, with the blade pointing downward, stabbing towards Zhao Yanran's neck at an extremely fast speed. Zhao Yanran's face changed slightly, and she quickly dodged to the side, but a strand of her long hair was still cut off.

"Senior Sister, how come after all these years, you still don't seem to like me!"

After Zhao Yanran finished speaking, the Soul-Guiding Sword appeared in her hand. She smiled gently and suddenly inserted the sword into the eye of the mountain protection formation.

The wind was blowing wildly, and the Soul-Guiding Sword emitted a bloodthirsty red light. Countless creatures were swept into the formation by the strong wind and lost their lives in an instant.

Their wronged souls were trapped in the mountain protection formation, wailing and screaming, which sounded particularly creepy.

Sheng He narrowed her eyes slightly, and the Longyin Sword returned to her hand. She picked up the sword and walked towards Zhao Yan again.

Zhao Yanran remained calm and composed. She continuously input her spiritual power into the Soul-Guiding Sword. The range of the formation continued to expand. The original mountain protection formation had become a purgatory on earth.

The Demon Lord waved his spear and blocked in front of Zhao Yanran, with the tip of the spear facing the blade of the Dragon Roar Sword. He lifted it with force, and with a "ding" sound, the Dragon Roar Sword bent for a moment, and countless vines quickly grew out of the sword body. The vines tightly entangled the spear, and the huge force bounced back.

The Demon Lord was knocked back a few steps, but instead of getting angry, he started laughing: "Interesting, really interesting."

As he was about to attack again, his legs suddenly sank down, and a folding fan flew towards him rapidly. When it flew in front of him, the folding fan suddenly turned into a long sword and instantly cut off the right half of his body.

Tianyu and others stood behind Shenghe.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Sheng He looked at the Demon Lord with a serious expression. A black mist gushed out from the parts of his body that were cut off, quickly healing his injuries.

Sheng He was unconvinced. Suddenly, a sharp blade emerged from the soil that trapped the Demon Lord's legs. The blade cut off the Demon Lord's body that had just healed at a rapid speed. But as expected, the Demon Lord easily broke free from the soil that trapped him, and his injured body healed again.

Sheng He and Tian Yu looked at each other, both of them had serious expressions on their faces.

Only Song Jinzhi looked at the Soul-Guiding Sword that had been stained with blood, his face pale.

That is... the Ten Thousand Souls Formation. Once it is fully formed, the entire Qingyun Sect will be sucked into the formation and become nourishment for this sword.

His lips were trembling, and his eyes seemed to be burned by something when they met Zhao Yanran.

She is... the murderer who killed A Yuan.

Song Jinzhi closed his eyes, the tragic scene of A Yuan's death was still engraved in his mind.

It's him.

It's his fault.

Well, he has been practicing hard for so many years, isn’t it just for this day?

Golden lines were faintly visible on his face. Song Jinzhi took off the jade ring he had been wearing on his waist. He bit his finger and blood dripped into the jade ring. The surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then, golden circles of light spread out, instantly forming a huge space barrier in the back mountain.

The air seemed to be still, the strong wind stopped howling, and no living creature was sucked into the formation anymore.

Zhao Yanran frowned unhappily. Didn't they say that the Ten Thousand Souls Formation would not be interrupted? Just as she was about to question the system, she heard a sharp voice from the system.

"Quick! Stop him! He wants to sacrifice his life in the formation! He is at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Once the formation is completed, neither you nor the Demon Lord will be able to escape, not to mention the Ten Thousand Souls Formation!"

Zhao Yanran's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and she immediately raised the Soul-Guiding Sword and stabbed towards Song Jinzhi. Everyone was busy dealing with the Demon Lord, and no one noticed Song Jinzhi standing aside.

Once the formation is activated, it cannot be stopped. The golden lines are faintly visible at Song Jinzhi's fingertips. Song Jinzhi does not dodge and allows the Soul-Guiding Sword to pierce his right shoulder.

Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth but he remained silent. It was almost over, almost over.

A Yuan, I am here to avenge you.

"Zheng~"

An exciting music sounded, and he looked at Zhao Yanran's hand holding the hilt of the sword with veins bulging. The Soul-Guiding Sword tore through his chest, but when it was about to tear his heart apart, it was suddenly blocked by a long sword.

The expected death did not come. Song Jinzhi slowly opened his eyes and saw a slender body blocking his way.

Just like when we first met.

Song Jinzhi smiled: "Xiao He... succeeded... I succeeded... to avenge... A Yuan..."

"You...you...don't...blame me..."

"Boom!" With a sound, Song Jinzhi collapsed to the ground powerlessly. Golden lines mixed with bright red blood continued to spread along his body onto the ground. A dazzling light lit up, and the Demon Lord stabbed the spear into Tianyu's neck.

Tianyu opened his eyes wide and used up his last bit of strength to activate the folding fan again. This time, the folding fan cut off the Demon Lord's right hand, and his right hand never healed.

Tianyu smiled gently, but his body fell from the air.

"Tianyu!"

Jinglan immediately ran forward and caught Tianyu. She pressed the wound on Tianyu's neck tightly with her hand, but blood still leaked out from between her fingers.

“Don’t die.”

“Don’t die.”

Jinglan frantically searched for the elixir that could bring her back to life in her storage bag.

But where in the world can we find such a medicine?