Junior sister took first place again

The imperial city trembled, cracks in the ground spread like spider webs, and purple-black magic patterns crawled out from the cracks, wrapping around every inch of bricks and stones like living things.

Ning Jiasheng gathered spiritual power at his fingertips and drew a clear light seal in front of his eyes.

The sight-enhancing technique took effect immediately, revealing the hidden array patterns in their entirety. Those dark gold runes stretched across the ground like blood vessels, forming a terrifying topological structure.

"The Soul Lock is the guide, the Taiyin is the prison, and the Blood Evil is the pivot... It's a combination formation."

She muttered to herself, and suddenly tugged at the corner of Wen Xingzhou's sleeve, "Brother, higher—we can't see the entire formation from this angle."

The slightly higher body temperature of the demon could be felt through the fabric. The young man put his arms around her waist from behind. The moment her vision rose, the entire panoramic view of the formation was like a strange scroll unfolding. In the center of the six-star totem burning with black flames, a huge pool of blood reflected the stars, forming a double cage that mirrored the sky.

Ning Jiasheng stood high up, his pupils shrinking suddenly. "The main formation is... the Yuyuan Evil Spirit Control Formation!"

A formation that drags the recipient's soul into eternal darkness, turning them into a walking corpse.

At the same time, she also saw the Taiyin Fengpo Array, which was one of the auxiliary arrays.

"The main formation where the demons control the monsters is right here."

Ning Jiasheng expressed this guess with great certainty.

At this moment, the movement of a snake scale in the space ring once again confirmed Ning Jiasheng's words.

Ning Jiasheng now had no time to care about why Nan Xu was nearby. She only knew that the spirits of thousands of demons were imprisoned in the formation below. Once the formation was forcibly broken, these demons would go berserk and become the killing puppets of the demons.

If the formation is not broken, the entire city will soon become a demonic domain.

——Advance or retreat is a dead end.

The veins on Wen Xingzhou's sword-gripping hand bulged slightly. "The Demon Lord activated the formation before retreating. We must not force our way through this formation!"

"Brother, hold the formation for me."

Ning Jiasheng suddenly let go of Wen Xingzhou's sleeve, jumped up, and fell into the blood-colored array center like a white rainbow.

The blood-red vortex bared its fangs at its feet, and the demonic energy scraped across his cheek like a knife. Ning Jiasheng narrowed his eyes.

Seven chains came through the air, and she turned her wrist lightly, and the red flame drew a crescent-shaped arc.

When the first chain broke, she had already used the force to turn over, and her toes touched the third bone ring of the second chain - there was an almost invisible crack there.

Ning Jiasheng's white clothes fluttered like a snow feather falling into the blood-colored array center.

Wen Xingzhou was startled by her actions. A pair of ears popped out from his head, and his fox tail suddenly straightened, with six tails exploding into a fan shape behind him.

He watched helplessly as his junior sister's figure was swallowed by the surging demonic energy, and his fingertips squeezed the hilt of the sword until it creaked.

"She actually withdrew all the spiritual power that protected her body!" Ji He's red robe moved without wind, and three red plum blossoms suddenly bloomed on the plum branch in her hand.

Inside the formation, Ning Jiasheng tapped his toes lightly and flipped in the air on the fallen chain fragments.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed again - she was standing on a mirror-like sea of ​​blood, and countless versions of herself emerged from the blood, each mirror image with a strange smile.

"Heart Demon Mirror Formation?" She sneered.

When the countless mirror images reflected in the sea of ​​blood rushed towards him, Ning Jiasheng suddenly closed his eyes.

Her rich experience in fighting against inner demons enables her to clearly sense the malicious fluctuations in each mirror image.

The moment the third "self" on the far left raised her claws, her eyes suddenly shone with golden light.

"Click——"

The sound of the mirror breaking was crisp and pleasant. Ning Jiasheng opened his eyes and saw his reflection making a gesture of silence in the sea of ​​blood.

Wen Xingzhou's ears trembled violently, his eyes filled with heartache. "All these years in the Heaven-Locking Formation... her Dao heart has been tempered to this point."

The moment the Blood Sea Mirror Array shattered, a drop of crimson oozed from Ning Jiasheng's fingertips. The drop of blood hung in the air, drawing a faint golden line through the dense demonic energy.

Her fingers moved quickly in her sleeves, her movements as precise as if she was untying a complicated knot.

Golden sparks quietly emerged with her movements, silently falling on the surface of the boiling blood pool, burning tiny holes in the sticky demonic blood.

The blood pool suddenly solidified, and the imprisoned demon spirit seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, struggling violently in the blood.

Ning Jiasheng's jaw line suddenly tensed, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

The backlash of forcibly reversing the formation made her eyes go black, but her fingers remained steady and continued to outline complex trajectories in the void.

Another mouthful of blood flowed from her lips, condensing into tiny blood-red runes in the air.

The runes floated toward the struggling spirits, embedding themselves into their twisted forms like keys.

Outside the formation, Wen Xingzhou's fox ears perked up. He saw countless pale golden lines emerging on the surface of the blood pool, stubbornly spreading amidst the demonic energy.

Ning Jiasheng's vision began to blur, but her movements only quickened. She flung her hands apart, and the drops of blood transformed into countless fine golden threads, wrapping around each uncontrolled demonic spirit like a spider web.

"Awake!"

As soon as the word fell, golden light surged!

The demon's spirit, which had been eroded by the evil spirit, suddenly stopped. Then, the scarlet color faded away, and clarity gradually returned to its eyes.

They were suspended in the air, staring blankly at the slender yet tall figure in the center.

Ning Jiasheng's face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his lips, but he still straightened his back and raised his hand to wave -

Thousands of demon souls rolled back like galaxies, rushed out of the blood pool, and returned to their original forms!

And at the moment they left the blood pool, the entire Yuyuan Evil Spirit Control Formation collapsed!

The demonic flames dissipated, the blood pool dried up, and the mirror image of the sky shattered like glass.

Ning Jiasheng knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, but there was an unquenchable light burning in her eyes.

"The power of faith... I see."

She slowly raised her eyes and looked around.

Countless demons awoke from the chaos and stared at her in a daze. There was no longer violence in their eyes, but shock, awe, and even... piety.

Strands of golden light floated out from them, gathering like fireflies, and finally turned into a dazzling golden torrent, pouring into her brow.

Wen Xingzhou stood outside the formation, his hand holding the sword finally loosened, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Junior sister, let's go home."

Ning Jiasheng simply wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and chuckled softly.

"Good. Now, it's our turn to fight back."