The White Demon

The evil god laughed crazily, and the laughter seemed to come from the abyss of hell, making people shudder.

As she laughed, countless black shadows attacked Ye Qingwan like locusts, with their fangs and claws bared and their faces ferocious, trying to devour Ye Qingwan.

Ye Qingwan gritted her teeth, kept making seals with her hands, and concentrated all her energy to try to resist the attack of the evil god. She knew that at this moment, everyone in the Wanxiang Sect was following her lead, and she had to rely on her own strength and wisdom to defeat the evil god.

However, the power of the evil god was too strong, and Ye Qingwan gradually felt overwhelmed.

The disciples of Wanxiang Sect and Xiaoyao Sect were also obviously affected by the evil spirit of the evil god. Their eyes became dull, as if they had lost their self-awareness.

Their movements became slow, as if their hands and feet were restrained by an invisible force.

Some disciples even began to hurt themselves or attack their companions, as if they were trapped in a crazy nightmare.

"Not good!" Ye Qingwan thought to herself, "The disciples from the sect and the cultivators from Xiaoyao Sect who came to help are probably in danger!"

She was extremely anxious and wanted to rush over to help the disciples trapped in the evil god's illusion, but she was worried that she would be distracted and give the evil god an opportunity to take advantage of her.

At this moment, a thought flashed through her mind - the evil god's weakness!

She recalled the fear the evil god showed towards her blood when they fought each other before. She realized that maybe she could use this to restrain the evil god. In a flash, Ye Qingwan took advantage of the evil god's inattention and quickly bit her finger, then carved mysterious curses in the air.

These curse seals flashed with strange light and contained powerful power. As Ye Qingwan continued to carve, the light of the curse seals became more and more dazzling, gradually connecting into one. They formed a huge blood-red light shield that enveloped the evil god.

Ye Qingwan took a deep breath and cast the curse seal towards the evil god. A mysterious light shot out from her hand, carrying endless pressure, and directly hit the evil god's vital point.

The evil god was caught off guard by this sudden attack and let out a series of shrill screams. His body began to tremble violently, and it was obvious that he had suffered great damage.

Seeing this, Ye Qingwan's eyes flashed with joy. She knew that she had found the flaw of the evil god again. Taking this opportunity, she attacked with all her strength without hesitation, and various spells fell on the evil god like raindrops.

The evil god was defeated under Ye Qingwan's powerful attack. His breath became weaker and weaker. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Qingwan was panting heavily with exhaustion, her body trembling slightly. As her curse seal fell, the disciples of Wanxiang Sect and Xiaoyao Sect who had entered the illusion also woke up one after another. They looked around blankly, as if they had not yet fully recovered from the dream just now.

"What happened just now? Why does my head hurt so much..." A disciple of Wanxiang Sect rubbed his head and muttered to himself.

"Could it be that Master Ye saved us again?" Another disciple showed a look of gratitude and looked at Ye Qingwan with eyes full of respect.

"Thank you, Master Ye, for your help! If it weren't for you, we would have died in that horrible dream!"

Ye Qingwan smiled slightly and nodded.

Her face was extremely pale, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, as if she had just experienced a life-and-death struggle. However, despite this, her eyes were full of determination and the joy of victory.

"Everyone, please don't be polite. Let's go to the side and rest first." Ye Qingwan said softly, her voice a little hoarse. "The evil god has only been driven away temporarily. He may come back again, so we can't let our guard down."

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this. They understood that Ye Qingwan's words made sense, but at this moment everyone was exhausted and could no longer fight against the evil god. So, after thanking Ye Qingwan, everyone turned around and sat aside to start practicing Qigong to heal their wounds.

However, just as Ye Qingwan was about to dispel the illusion, a gust of wind whistled past, sweeping up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground. Then, a thick black gas swept in again, dyeing the entire sky dark. This black gas was thicker than the previous one, and the evil aura contained in it was even more terrifying.

“Hehe, I didn’t expect that you, the youngest daughter of the Ye family in history, would have the stinkiest blood…”

"Oh no! The evil god is back again!" Ye Qingwan's face changed and she cried out. She didn't expect the evil god to be so cunning and attack again while everyone was healing.

"Everyone be careful!" Ye Qingwan hurriedly reminded everyone. However, she herself seemed very weak due to excessive consumption of internal energy, and she couldn't even stand steadily.

"Master Ye, please take a rest! Let us deal with the evil god!" Seeing this, a disciple of Wanxiang Sect rushed forward to support Ye Qingwan.

"I'm fine, you guys step back first!" Ye Qingwan gritted her teeth. She knew very well that she had the responsibility to protect everyone. If she retreated, everyone would be in danger.

"But, your body..." The disciple looked at Ye Qingwan hesitantly, his eyes full of worry.

He knew that Ye Qingwan had just experienced a fierce battle and consumed a lot of physical strength and internal energy. Now facing the evil god again, she might not be able to hold on for too long.

"Don't worry." Ye Qingwan took a deep breath, forcibly mobilized the remaining internal strength in her body, then took a step forward and stood in front of everyone.

She knew in her heart that if the evil god was not stopped, these human monks would face the threat of death.

These human monks are the few remaining masters, so we must preserve their strength and let them survive.

"Evil God, today is the day you die!" Ye Qingwan roared, and the fireball in her hand emitted a dazzling light again.

She knew that defeating the evil god might cost her her life, but in order to protect everyone and preserve the roots of human cultivators, what was the harm in trying her best?

However, this time the curse seal she drew with her blood did not cause such obvious changes to the evil god.

The evil god smiled proudly: "Daughter of the Ye family, your blood is very pure, but what's the use? I have thousands of clones like you, what can you do to me!" His laughter echoed in the air, carrying endless ridicule and contempt.

Ye Qingwan's face changed, and she secretly thought that it was not good. She originally thought that this curse seal could directly destroy the evil god, but the situation before her was obviously different from what she imagined. The evil god was more powerful than she expected, and the curse seal did not cause much damage to it.

However, Ye Qingwan did not give up hope. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to release more blood. The blood merged into the fireball in her palm, making it even hotter and brighter. She decided to go all out and fight the evil god with all her strength.

As more blood was added, the fireball exploded with even greater power. The evil god finally felt the threat and roared in pain. Its body began to tremble, and it was obviously seriously injured.

Ye Qingwan also staggered due to excessive blood consumption.

Just then, a white figure suddenly appeared behind her and supported her.

"Wanwan!"

A steady and powerful voice sounded, and Ye Qingwan turned around and saw Dabai looking at her anxiously.

There was deep concern and worry in his eyes.

"Dabai, you're here..." Ye Qingwan smiled, but her face turned pale due to excessive blood loss...