"Don't worry about the remains of the demon cultivator. This puppet is already very stable."

Song Chiyue wanted to use the flower vine to drag the unconscious disciples from various sects together, and put the eldest disciple of Jian Ge alone.

Then he took out the spirit stone and began to set up the formation. Seeing that Monk Huikong was still studying the traces of the remains of the demon cultivator, he snorted coldly: "Come quickly and help us set up the formation! The small secret realm is about to close. When the door to the secret realm opens again, send all these materials out at once. If there is any leakage, the Saint Girl and the Buddha will definitely kill you and me!"

Monk Huikong shuddered when he heard this, and fear appeared in his eyes.

He quickly let go of his obsession with Dao Xiu's remains and turned around to help Song Chiyue set up the transfer formation.

"So many sect disciples have run away this time, will it expose us?" Huikong took out a magic weapon and placed it on the secondary formation, then turned his head and glanced at Song Chiyue.

"The Immortal's plan is linked together. The problems outside the secret realm can be blamed on the Zhenwu Holy Land. What about inside the secret realm...what do you think those escaped disciples saw when they saw what happened in the formation? Now that they know our secret, the corpses are materials. As long as these materials are transferred out, they will also be corpses to people outside."

Song Chiyue smiled, her eyes full of contempt and indifference: "Besides, even if there are fish that slip through the net and are exposed, so what? Who would believe that Yaochi Saint and Fenjing Buddha are good people? Who would believe that the two holy places are a cannibalistic hell? In fact, is there still the Zhenwu Holy Land? As long as Zhang Yibai dies, all the dirty water can be thrown on the Zhenwu Holy Land."

"I hope the two masters can really show Zhang Yibai." Huikong lowered his eyes slightly.

He had seen Zhang Yibai use his sword. On that day, the Great Holy Land was besieged by the demon tribe. Zhang Yibai used his two swords to kill the demon tribe from the south to the north. No demon tribe could stand up to him. He killed the demon tribe until they threw away their armor and fled like crazy to the desert of Nanzhou. Only then did Zhang Yibai completely stop. That war also established Zhang Yibai's title as the number one sword cultivator.

Zhang Yibai is the oldest of the three immortals and is nearing the end of his life.

But the closer one's lifespan is to the end, the more terrifying one's cultivation becomes.

"Okay, the formation is complete." Song Chiyue collected the flower vine, stood up and clapped his hands. In the formation behind him, the unconscious Zongmen gradually disappeared - part of these 'selected' materials were sealed in the subspace, and part of them were in Huikong's Sumeru ring.

Song Chiyue looked around the battlefield full of corpses and the still stable formation, and said calmly: "After the formation is opened, we have to pretend to be seriously injured, and the remains of the demon cultivators can continue to chase some talented disciples. We are seriously injured and recuperate, so that no one will suspect us, and will only think that we have tried our best."

Monk Huikong immediately found a place to lie down, punched his chest and blood spurted out of his mouth: "Ahem, I'm ready."

Song Chiyue also found a ruined wall to lean against, and gently stroked the array with the hand hidden under his sleeve.

Boom——!

The ground shook, and the demonic energy within the formation began to gradually converge towards the formation's core.

"What a good plan! What a good plan!"

A cold voice sounded behind the two of them.

The person who was speaking was half-hidden in the evil aura behind the bronze door, his hand weakly pressing on the hilt of the sword, and before he could unsheathe the sword, the air within a radius of ten feet became stagnant.

"who?!"

Huikong and Song Chiyue turned to look at the person who came, but they could only see a pair of scarlet eyes and a blurry figure in the evil spirit.

The man approached step by step, filled with a frightening murderous aura.

"No wonder there are always disciples from the sect missing in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm every year. They are all outstanding disciples, but they are all stolen by you guys after half a day!"

Song Chiyue narrowed her eyes. Although she didn't know who the person was, she knew that the other person's aura was not strong and he was a demon cultivator.

The suspended 뀞 was immediately put down.

"What do you, a demon cultivator, know? Do you know why my Holy Land of Righteousness can suppress you demon cultivators? It's because we know how to allocate resources! Only by gathering excellent resources together can we create a truly powerful person who can suppress the times!"

"Pulling out spiritual roots, swallowing the body, transplanting the elixir field, seizing bodies... What is the difference between you and the evil demons?"

Huikong and Song Chiyue looked at each other and sneered, "How dare you, a demon cultivator, teach us a lesson?"

He just gently turned the rosary in his hand, and the remains of the demon cultivators standing still around the battlefield gathered around him.

As the demonic energy gradually receded, the strength of these demon cultivators' remains also declined.

But no matter how much he declines, he can still reach the late Jindan stage or even the Great Yuanman stage.

Song Chiyue's eyes were shining as he looked at Mo Shumei holding the magic knife, greed flashing in his eyes: "Great! Another Taoist body and a single-sword spiritual root, but it's a pity that you have entered the devil's way... Since you dare to show up today, then you will also become part of our material!"

Mo Shumei was silent, and only her figure twisted for a moment.

A scattered dead leaf suddenly stopped where their eyes met.

The hair beside Song Chiyue's ears swayed without wind.

Huh——!

The blood-red blade light disappeared in a flash.

A remnant of wall standing by the gate collapsed instantly.

"Such a fast... knife..." Song Chiyue's pupils shrank, and blood spread to his neck, starting from shallow to deep, and then dislocated.

Plop——

Huikong looked at Song Chiyue's head falling into the ground and his eyes were moved.

He just put his hands together and gave the order to attack the remains of the demon cultivator.

He even ordered the remains of one of the demon cultivators to rush out of the formation - there were still a lot of materials, and they couldn't be wasted!

"The knife is fast, but it's still powerful enough to kill me!"

Behind Mo Shumei, a bunch of flower vines broke out of the ground, and the flowers and leaves swirled and condensed into the appearance of Song Chiyue.

“Tsk.”

The girl holding the knife frowned slightly.

The cold voice of the soul echoed in my mind.

[You only have half an incense stick of time. After half an incense stick, the backlash will start immediately! ]

[The first level of Great Compassion can suppress me and even control me, but it also prevents this kind of backlash...]

[If you want to live, first kill the remains of the demon cultivator, then evacuate the battlefield and fight Song Chiyue.]

"Can you be that good?" Mo Shumei looked at the remains of the demon cultivators and Song Chiyue who surrounded her, gritting her teeth.

She knew how much the Demonic Blade coveted her body.

After a long time of getting along, she knew very well that this Demon Knife was also an old fox who ate people and spit out bones.

You can never trust Demon Knife's words completely.

[I believe you, I just want to fall into the hands of the Holy Land. 】

[I want your complete body...but you are a waste whose spiritual roots have been extracted, whose body has been robbed, and whose dantian has even been taken away! ]

Mo Shumei snorted coldly and said nothing.

With only the sword in front, the blade was deflected, shifting the focus of the attack from Song Chiyue to the remains of the two demon cultivators.

The remains of the demon cultivator had achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, and she also achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir.

At this moment, relying on the power of the magic knife, it is difficult to force the remains and Song Chiyue to retreat and then wait for an opportunity to escape.

And right at this moment.

All the demonic energy in the magic array was absorbed by the array core, the magic array was closed, and the demonic energy dissipated.

The battlefield littered with corpses was exposed to the eyes of the sect disciples who had not yet left the battle formation.

Also exposed was Mo Shumei who was fighting with Song Chiyue.

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