Junior sister took first place again

The strong wind was like the howling of thousands of ghosts, and Wen Xingzhou was hanging alone in the thousand-foot crack of Kunlong Abyss.

This place was originally the burial place of the ancient dragons. The blazing sun crystals embedded in the rock wall glowed with red-gold light, but were wrapped into a deadly vortex by layers of strong winds - this was the real dead end he wanted to break into.

Three days ago, he left the team on the pretext of "investigating the traces of the demons", but in fact he had already used a puppet talisman to create the illusion of seclusion.

At this moment, the Xuanling Sect's flying boat was thousands of miles away, and deep in the trapped Dragon Abyss, the remaining sword energy from the immortals who had slain the demons in the past was resonating with the dragon's resentment, forming a nine-layer demon-slaying formation at the bottom of the abyss.

"Crack!"

The moment they stepped onto the rock face, a thousand-year-old dragon skeleton suddenly awakened. Hundreds of dragon bones entwined themselves around them like living creatures, their hollow eye sockets ablaze with dark blue soul fire—these dragon souls, tainted by demonic energy for centuries, devoured the spiritual energy of cultivators.

Wen Xingzhou brushed his fingers across the sword blade, and the golden fox demon blood soaked into the sword pattern, causing the attacking bone dragon to hesitate for a moment.

"Sure enough..." A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he leaped towards the area where the crystals were most densely packed.

The half-demon bloodline showed its advantage at this moment, and those soul-devouring formations that were designed to defeat humans were lenient towards demonic energy.

The strong wind suddenly increased tenfold!

A red-gold wind blade brushed past his shoulder, and Wen Xingzhou turned around and thrust his sword into the rock wall.

The blood seeped into the mountain along the sword pattern and actually activated some kind of ancient restriction - the rock layer cracked, revealing the old city buried by the dragon skeleton.

Wen Xingzhou has been reading ancient books and searching for various rare treasures in order to recreate the Chiyang Spirit Arrow.

The raw materials of the spiritual arrows are no longer available. After searching for a long time, Wen Xingzhou finally found a half-volume of the "Record of Ancient Divine Weapons" in the Xuanling Sect's Sutra Library. It recorded that the ten thousand year old crystal marrow in the trapped dragon abyss can restrain the most evil spirits and can replace the burning sky wood as one of the main materials for the arrow body.

The strong wind was like a knife, but it suddenly dissipated when it touched three feet around Wen Xingzhou.

He stood on a protruding rock with a sword in his hand, and beneath his feet was the land where red lava was surging.

On a cliff a hundred feet away, a fist-sized ball of red-gold light hovered in the center of the altar where dragon skeletons were intertwined. That was the "Blazing Sun Crystal Essence" recorded in ancient books, an extremely yang object refined by ten thousand years of dragon resentment.

Wen Xingzhou walked to the edge of the rock, his blue Taoist robe rustling, and the sword collar embroidered with gold patterns reflected the red skylight - the pressure of the fusion stage cultivator was like an abyss and an ocean, and the surging resentment under his feet actually retreated ten feet, revealing the blazing sun crystal marrow suspended on the obsidian altar.

The ball of molten gold-like light emitted a scorching heat wave, but under the resonance of his fire spirit root, it turned into a gentle flame.

"Buzz——"

Thousands of dragon skeletons trembled suddenly among the rock walls, their dark blue soul fire condensing into ghostly faces that obscured the sky. Wen Xingzhou raised his sword lightly, and even without unsheathing the Flowing Light Sword, the sword's energy alone carved a golden streak a hundred feet deep in the air. "How dare a remnant soul block my way?"

Before he could finish his words, the ghostly mask of Long Yuan had already pounced upon him. Wen Xingzhou's left pupil ignited with gilded flames, and his right palm clenched into a Nine-Layered Azure Lotus Sword Seal.

The fire spirit root caused the lava in the earth veins to soar into the sky, and the sword energy tempered by the gold spirit root swept across with red-gold flowing fire - before the dragon skeleton ghost face got close, it was refined into a sky full of golden and red sparks.

He walked leisurely on the surging lava, and the floating golden lotus patterns on his blue Taoist robe reflected the firelight, making his eyebrows and features look picturesque.

His fingertips lightly stroked the scorch marks on the rock wall, and a wisp of sword energy like a spring breeze spread out, quietly soothing the dormant dragon's resentment.

"You have all slept peacefully for thousands of years, so why do you still cling to your thoughts?" He whispered softly, and golden-red flowers bloomed at his feet.

The lava generated by the fire spirit root condensed into a group of red-gold butterflies beside him, fluttering and dispelling the thick darkness.

The Blazing Sun Crystal Marrow sensed the aura of the Fire Spirit Root and proactively transformed into a golden crow shadow that surrounded him.

Suddenly, nine bronze pillars wrapped in chains broke out of the ground, and the inscriptions on the pillars lit up with a blood-red light - this was the ancient dragon clan's last killing move, the "Nine Hells Burning Immortal Formation"!

The moment the Nine Hells Immortal Burning Formation broke through the ground, Wen Xingzhou shook his head and sighed, "Why bother?"

The Liuguang Sword was not unsheathed, but the tassel of the sword swept across the center of the formation. Amid the clear ringing of the golden bell, the evil spirit on the bronze pillar melted like snow.

When the thousand-foot dragon skeleton rushed towards him, carrying a monstrous resentment, he pointed his fingers together, and a spring breeze transformed into sword intent, wrapped in the violence of molten lava, and sank into the dragon's head: "Dust to dust, earth to earth."

The dragon skeleton disintegrated bit by bit in the sword intent, and when the crystal marrow fell into his palm, it was wrapped in a layer of soft ice silk - that was the protective film condensed by Wen Xingzhou using the secret technique.

In the collapsing abyss, Wen Xingzhou fluttered his sleeves, and the golden-red sword energy transformed into a sky full of fireflies, sending the scattered dragon soul into reincarnation. As he turned to leave, a wisp of sword energy brushed across the scorched earth, and surprisingly, a young sprout broke through the rock.

"Let's meet in a gentler way next time." He chuckled at Kunlongyuan, who had returned to silence. The remaining warmth of the scorching sun on his fingertips turned into a fire butterfly that landed on the new vines.