Blood Rakshasa's sinister voice echoed through the void.
"Little girl, you do have some skills. I'm becoming more and more interested in you, and I'm sure my brother is even more interested in you. Get ready to welcome his arrival."
Wei Qinghe glanced back at the barrier. Although the barrier was still there, it had a sense of rupture.
The entire Brahma Sound Sect was filled with demonic energy, and it was unknown how many demons had arrived this time.
Wei Qinghe didn't dare to think too much. She quickly threw out several talismans to repair the barrier, and then set up multiple formations in front of her to intercept the demons.
It was as if the demons were playing a war of attrition with Wei Qinghe. Just when one side was killed, another would pop up, as if they could never be killed off.
...
Outside the main hall, Daoist Fuyue and Venerable Shichen were each dealing with a clone of the Blood Rakshasa.
Blood Rakshasa circled Venerable Shichen with a wicked grin, "Little monk, why don't you come home with me? I'll take good care of you and let you experience the ultimate joy in this world."
Venerable Shichen remained expressionless, his scepter gleaming, and he showed no mercy in his techniques.
Even though Blood Rakshasa was injured, she didn't seem angry. Instead, she became even more interested in Venerable Shichen.
"Little monk, do you think your sister is pretty?"
A red light flashed in her eyes, and the cultivators behind Venerable Shichen instantly stopped their attack, all of them turning to Blood Rakshasa with fascination.
The Thunder Whip lashed out at the group without mercy, but a flash of gold stopped it.
The power of lightning element spread along the golden scepter and quickly wrapped around Venerable Shichen's arm.
Venerable Shichen's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his handsome black eyes revealed a hint of forbearance.
"Amitabha!"
The golden lotus beneath his feet instantly merged into one, transforming into the size of a prayer mat, and a powerful force erupted with each stomp of his foot.
The raging lightning elemental power dissipated instantly, and even the mighty Thunder Whip lost its luster, as if it had been sealed away.
"Little monk, what did you do to my Thunder Whip?" Blood Rakshasa gripped the whip tightly in her hand angrily, but a mysterious force corroded her palm.
She cried out in pain and released the whip; her palm was already a bloody mess.
The whip that fell to the ground was instantly corroded away.
Fuyue Daozun's attack, "Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Seal," froze all the demons present.
Then, with another attack using the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Sword Technique, hundreds of sword energies riddled the Blood Rakshasa clone in front of him with holes, causing it to vanish into a cloud of black mist.
"The top-grade ice spirit root is indeed extraordinary." Looking at the vast expanse of ice, the cultivators felt that no matter how great the difficulties they encountered, as long as Daoist Fuyue was there, he could solve them all.
However, they did not know that such a vast expanse of ice not only required extremely high cultivation levels, but also sufficient spiritual power and mental strength, neither of which could be lacking.
"A top-grade ice spirit root is a once-in-a-millennium find; Daoist Fuyue truly deserves to be the number one sword cultivator."
“Venerable Shichen, I’m leaving this place to you.”
Fuyue Daozun had no interest in listening to their flattery and directly flew away on his sword towards Wei Qinghe's location.
Venerable Shichen had previously collaborated with Daoist Fuyue, so he naturally nodded in agreement.
Wei Qinghe was covered in sweat, her face was pale, and she looked very tired.
However, she remained steadfast outside the barrier, but it seemed that all the demons had gathered here. If the demons died, they would leave behind corpses, which would have piled up into a mountain here.
However, all the demons killed this time will vanish immediately.
"Qinghe..."
Upon hearing Fuyue Daozun's voice, Wei Qinghe quickly looked him over, worried that Fuyue Daozun might be injured.
How are things going on your end?
Fuyue Daozun felt very sorry for Wei Qinghe and quickly stepped forward to wipe her sweat with his sleeve. "That's about it. Venerable Shichen is cleaning up the mess. You can rest for a bit. Leave the rest to me."
His little girl was too tired; he shouldn't have agreed to let the sect leader bring Chu Ling'er along.
"I'm fine, just practicing a bit. I have to say, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Sword Technique is really useful. I even used one sword technique in each hand, and it felt like we were evenly matched."
Wei Qinghe knew that Daoist Fuyue was worried about her, but even if it wasn't Chu Ling'er inside, she wouldn't stand idly by at such a moment.
Fuyue Daozun watched the little girl grow up and knew that she was very strong, but she was afraid of pain. At this moment, the little girl had many injuries, but she did not complain once.
Fuyue Daozun sighed inwardly, thinking how wonderful a girl he had found.
Perhaps all the good fortune from the previous eighteen lifetimes was left for this one.
"Yes, Qinghe is very skilled. Let's continue practicing swordsmanship together."
The sword practice at this moment is nothing more than killing demons.
The two once again practiced the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Sword Technique together, their flames of revenge burning fiercely and transforming into sword intent.
Previously, it worked very well when used alone, but now it works even better when used in combination. The demons are eliminated before they can even get close.
As the last rays of the setting sun faded, the night at the Brahma Sound Sect became exceptionally quiet.
The demons have stopped appearing, so the problem must have been resolved.
The barrier behind Wei Qinghe and Daoist Fuyue remained intact, and the courtyard within the barrier was completely still.
Meanwhile, at the Demon Crimson Flame Mountain.
Inside the blood-red teleportation array sat tens of thousands of demon soldiers, whose shadowy figures occasionally flashed across their bodies.
Each time their shadows passed and disappeared, their breaths weakened and their bodies grew weaker.
Sitting within the formation was Blood Rakshasa. Blood Rakshasa's face was bloodless, and her body was covered in countless wounds that kept oozing blood.
"puff……"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Blood Rakshasa clutched her chest, "I never expected that the Wei family of the Spirit Sect would produce such a ruthless and powerful person."
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