Ruan Xiyan looked at Luo Wanyin and said solemnly, "Wanwan, trust me, relax, and don't resist me."
For her spirit to successfully enter Wanwan's sea of consciousness, Wanwan must trust her wholeheartedly.
If she shows even the slightest resistance, success is impossible, and both of them may even get hurt.
"I believe you. Do whatever you want, and I'll fully cooperate with you," Luo Wanyin replied. "Xi Yan, just do your best. Don't hurt yourself because of me."
If she could survive, who would choose to die? She was once the person who longed to live the most.
Now that she has spent so much time with these friends, she has the courage to face death, but she will seize any opportunity she has.
But she didn't want Xiyan to get hurt while saving her.
"Don't think about anything, leave everything to me." After Ruan Xiyan finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes, focused her attention, and sent her spiritual sense toward Luo Wanyin's spiritual sea.
Ruan Xiyan's spiritual consciousness entered the sea of spiritual consciousness smoothly.
At this moment, Luo Wanyin's spiritual sea was already occupied by the purplish-black poisonous mist, and she sensed the arrival of Ruan Xiyan's spiritual consciousness.
The purplish-black poisonous mist seemed to sense a threat and attacked Ruan Xiyan's spiritual consciousness.
Ruan Xiyan's spiritual consciousness was imbued with an extremely strong chill, which protected the surrounding spiritual consciousness and prevented the invading poisonous fog from penetrating it.
Then a small flame of crystal-clear demonic flame appeared in the sea of spiritual consciousness.
The aura of the crystal-clear demonic flame on that tiny flame completely subsided, turning it into a delicious source of power for the poisonous mist.
They have little resistance to power, because the more power they absorb, the sooner they can control this body.
The intense power of the small flame is very attractive to the poisonous fog.
The purplish-black poisonous mist rushed frantically towards the small flame.
The small flame was enveloped by the thick poisonous fog, and soon no light could be seen.
Ruan Xiyan's lips curled up slightly; she'd taken the bait!
Go! Guided by her spiritual sense, the little flame flew outwards from the sea of her spiritual sense.
Most of the toxins left the sea of consciousness along with the small flame.
However, a small portion of the toxins lingered around Ruan Xiyan's spiritual consciousness, watching her intently.
If they weren't afraid of the surrounding chill, they might have pounced on it and swallowed the spiritual consciousness whole.
"You think you can threaten me with this little bit of poison?" Ruan Xiyan sneered.
She raised her hand and formed a seal, covering the entire sea of consciousness with an ice mark, leaving no place for the remaining toxins in the sea of consciousness to hide.
Seeing that things were going badly, the toxins tried to escape.
Ruan Xiyan seized the opportunity to expel them from her spiritual sea, and the moment they left, she suppressed them with a backhand.
At the same time, the Frost Mark erected a high wall at the Sea of Consciousness to protect it.
This way, when the toxins try to invade the sea of consciousness again, they will be somewhat blocked and won't easily enter.
Having resolved the toxins in her spiritual sea, Ruan Xiyan then turned her attention to the toxins in Luo Wanyin's meridians.
Use the chilling power of frost to gradually reseal those toxins.
Luo Wanyin's breathing gradually calmed down.
Seeing this, Yu Qiqi, who was fighting with the disciples of the Four Confucian Sect, was overjoyed. "That's great! Sister Yan has stabilized Wanwan's condition."
Lin Muze smiled, but in the next instant, he was ambushed by a disciple and thrown to the ground.
He rolled on the spot, dodging a series of attacks, and quickly stood up.
"Lin Muze, are you alright?" Yu Qiqi asked worriedly.
"It's nothing, it's just that these evil cultivators' methods are too strange and unpredictable, making them difficult to guard against and deal with." Lin Muze's voice was heavy.
One of the disciples of the Four Confucian School glanced at Ruan Xiyan and Luo Wanyin, who were sitting motionless not far away, and then looked at Yu Qiqi and Lin Muze, who were fighting with them.
"We must deal with them as soon as possible, and then deal with those two. Although we don't know what they are doing, we should take them all down while they are still unable to move."
"We absolutely cannot give them a chance to breathe! Form the formation!" the disciple shouted.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling that the woman over there was somewhat dangerous.
The disciples spun around on the ground, and soon a strange stance appeared. They then slapped the ground beneath their feet with the force in their hands.
A strange pattern appeared on the ground, and all their power converged on the pattern in the center.
A huge white undead gradually rose from the pattern, holding a death scythe in its hand, looking down at Yu Qiqi and Lin Muze who were standing there.
When this undead spirit targeted them, the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and a chilling, eerie feeling shot straight to their heads.
"Wh...what is that?!" Yu Qiqi stammered, "Why do I feel like I can't move my body?"
“Me too,” Lin Muze replied.
An extremely strong sense of intimidation weighed on them, making them feel that they were only one step away from death.
The white undead had cold, emotionless eyes, and swung its blood-red scythe towards Yu Qiqi and the others.
"Bang--"
A loud bang rang out in front of them, and a shield radiating golden light appeared before them, taking the blow for them.
Looking at the figures standing in front of them, Yu Qiqi's eyes lit up, "Sister Yan, Wanwan's all done."
Luo Wanyin, who had recovered, walked over from the side, the poison marks on her face fading away again. "I'm better now, thank you all."
Ruan Xiyan's gaze fell upon the white undead, an undead summoned by the four Confucian disciples using the power of evil cultivation. Its strength was actually at the fifth level of the Transcendent Realm.
However, the disciples of the Four Confucian Schools clearly had to pay a heavy price to maintain this undead in the fight.
Their faces were pale and bloodless; not only had their strength been greatly depleted, but their vitality was also rapidly declining.
Frostfall Sword appeared in Ruan Xiyan's hand, and she flew towards the undead.
The Frostfall Sword and the Death Scythe clashed together, producing a piercing, sharp scraping sound.
Ruan Xiyan moved nimbly, attacking the undead from all directions.
Although this undead was stronger than her, it was still an inanimate object and could not compare to the experienced Ruan Xiyan.
"Ice spikes, fall!"
Ruan Xiyan channeled her power into the Frostfall Sword, causing it to shine brightly.
Countless ice spikes condensed in the air and attacked the undead.
The undead were enormous and passively resisted the attacks of the ice spikes.
Before long, several holes appeared on his body, but no blood flowed out of them.
As power converged on the Frostfall Sword, the illusory figure of Sword Spirit Abyss appeared behind Ruan Xiyan.
A flash of white light, and Ruan Xiyan and Yuan pierced through the body of the undead together.
"boom!!!"
The spirit slowly fell to the ground, vanishing the instant it touched the ground.
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