Junior sister took first place again

Silver hair flowed like a waterfall, sheen like moonlight. His golden pupils were cold and majestic, reflecting the countless terrified faces in the dead silent square.

"Half-demon... Nine-section wolf... disciple of the Immortal Azure Lotus..." These words echoed silently in the dead silent square, challenging everyone's cognitive limits.

Immortal Master Mengze looked down at Ning Jiasheng, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes as cold as ten thousand years of black ice. With an indifference that seemed to be in control of everything and a hint of cruel admiration, he waited for Ning Jiasheng to collapse or make an excuse.

However, Ning Jiasheng just slowly and with great difficulty straightened his back under the pressure that was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Her movements were filled with an almost tragic stubbornness, and her silver hair gently brushed against her cheek stained with blood as she moved.

She did not look at the gazes filled with disgust, fear, and rejection, nor did she look at the several peak masters on the platform whose faces were pale and on the verge of exploding.

Those vertical pupils, like the sharpest ice spikes, pierced through space and accurately and silently locked onto the edge of the square—

The elegant figure wearing a luxurious Taoist robe with cloud patterns, who also seemed to be "shocked and angry", but whose eyes were filled with extreme greed and ecstasy - Ji Wuying.

The throbbing of blood was like the hissing of a poisonous snake, transmitted silently between the two.

Ning Jiasheng clearly "saw" the undisguised desire in Ji Wuying's eyes to eat her alive.

He knew who he was, and he wanted to refine her into a soul crystal.

At this moment, someone in the audience, who had been nearly speechless by this drastic change, finally found their voice, speaking with extreme anger and a frenzy to restore order:

"Monster! Get off the Guiyuan Platform!"

"You are disgracing the Immortal Sect! You are unworthy of being the top of the Heavenly Ranking!"

"Disqualify her! Re-elect the leader!"

"Senior Sister He Ling is worthy of the first place. Please come on stage and prove your worth."

The enthusiastic cheers pushed He Ling to the front of the stage. She suppressed the joy in her heart and showed a complex expression of shock, regret, etc.

She adjusted her clothes slightly, and under the gazes of the crowd, with a sense of the tragic grandeur of accepting a mission in a time of crisis, she prepared to accept the honor that was within her grasp...

"He Ling, the shameless demon cultivator who sacrificed people in the Cangwu Secret Realm is not worthy of standing here."

A tearful roar tore through the noise!

Xu Qing, covered in blood and with a hideous face... no, it should be said that Liu Shumo, like a vengeful ghost, broke through the crowd and appeared between He Ling and Ning Jiasheng.

He stared at He Ling, whose face turned pale in an instant, and used up his last bit of strength to detonate the jade pendant on her waist.

"The traceable spiritual pattern has moved, reveal yourself."

"Om-"

The dark, filthy, pure demonic energy, like a suppressed poisonous dragon, suddenly burst out from He Ling's jade pendant and soared into the sky.

"Ah——" He Ling let out an inhuman scream, and half of her face was instantly corroded by the demonic energy, becoming hideous and terrifying, and her disguise was completely torn apart.

"Demon...demon cultivator! He Ling is a demon cultivator!"

"Liu Shumo? The third son of the Liu family who disappeared in the Cangwu Secret Realm? Was he murdered by her?!"

Faith collapsed, and the entire audience fell into extreme chaos and fear.

However, before anyone could react, He Ling let out another short scream. Then, as if all the bones in her body had been pulled out, she collapsed to the ground.

"Bloodbath of the Immortal Sect, today!"

The cold and hoarse roar was not an illusion, but a horn of killing.

The space was torn apart by huge devil's claws, and sticky devil energy surged. The Heart-Eating Demon Lord, the two city lords of the Demon Realm, and a dozen heavenly demons were in front, leading the demon army to descend, and killing broke out in an instant.

Immortal Venerable Yunhua, Immortal Venerable Mengze and leaders of major sects were forced to fight, and the entire Xingchen Sect instantly became a battlefield.

In the chaos, greed surged in Ji Wuying's eyes.

He growled at Nan Xu Qianhan, whose expression was expressionless and whose breath was heavy behind him, "Go, capture this evil creature."

At the same time, he turned into a sinister golden light, clasped his hands together, and chains covered with runes flew out from his sleeves, and he pounced on Ning Jiasheng first.

Nan Xu and Qian Han moved upon hearing the order, their figures as fast as lightning, one on the left and the other on the right, forming a pincer attack. The sharp palm wind and icy sword energy blocked Ning Jiasheng's retreat, and combined with Ji Wuying's chains, they formed a fatal situation.

Facing a pincer attack from three sides, Ning Jiasheng's golden eyes showed no panic at all, only cold mockery and indifference as if he was in control of everything.

"Your cage is ready for you, old thief!"

She suddenly formed an extremely mysterious ancient seal with her hands, and the immortal weapon appeared in her palms.

A pink half-open shell that seems real and illusory, as if carrying countless dream bubbles - the universe in dreams.

"The universe turns upside down, all spirits return to their dreams, open!"

Om-!

With Ning Jiasheng as the center, a strange wave that was invisible and intangible, but instantly changed the world, spread out.

The entire Guiyuan Platform, and even the space of a hundred feet around it, suddenly distorted and changed.

The solid white jade arena, the fighting figures of immortals and demons, the pervasive blood and demonic energy... everything blurred and faded in an instant, as if being pulled into a bizarre, colorful yet cold and silent dreamland.

Ji Wuying, Nan Xu and Qianhan were the first to be hit and were instantly pulled into this strange dream space.

They were horrified to discover that their spiritual powers, magic weapons, and even their connection with the outside world, which they were proud of, were greatly weakened and isolated, as if they had become prisoners in a dream.

What made Ji Wuying even more frightened was that in the dream realm, the two pieces of trash in front and behind him, who were supposed to pounce on Ning Jiasheng, suddenly stopped.

The indifferent expressions on their faces that had remained unchanged for thousands of years were instantly shattered, replaced by deep hatred and the pleasure of relief.

"Traitor! How dare you..."

Ji Wuying was filled with shock and anger, and tried to activate the contract to counterattack, but was horrified to find that the two contract imprints in his soul that should have given him absolute control had been silently severed at some point.

at the same time,

"Roar--!!!"

"唳——!!"

"Ouch——!!"

A deafening roar sounded in the dream realm, and figures emitting powerful demonic energy, in various shapes, but all carrying numerous scars and deep hatred, emerged from all directions.

There are rhino monsters with broken horns, bird monsters with broken wings, fox monsters with charred fur... They are all monsters that have been secretly captured, imprisoned, and tortured in Dongzhou over the years.

With the flames of revenge burning in their eyes, they were like ferocious beasts breaking free from their cages, roaring and pouncing on their only enemy in the field - Ji Wuying.

"No—that's impossible. How could you . . . . . . . . . ."

Ji Wuying was completely panicked and fell into an elaborate nightmare of revenge.

Betrayed by his most trusted assassins, besieged by prisoners he regarded as mere ants, his power suppressed, his various magical weapons ineffective. He struggled in vain like a fly caught in a spider's web.

"Ten thousand demons devour my soul, and sacrifice it to my mother."

Ning Jiasheng's cold voice echoed in the magnificent dream like a final verdict.

She herself stood in the air, her silver hair flying, like an indifferent master of dreams, controlling everything.

The red flame hung at her side, unsheathed. Given the situation today, she didn't need to waste energy venting her anger; she simply waited for the final blow.

Nan Xu's sharp claws tore through Ji Wuying's protective aura, and Qianhan's spiritual power froze his legs.

Countless demons, with their bloody claws, magic, and even their bodies, charged at him like a tide, drowning him.

Ji Wuying let out a shrill and desperate scream, and his protective magic weapons exploded one by one, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. His body was torn and bitten frantically by countless monsters, and it quickly disintegrated like a broken doll.

As soon as his soul flew out, at the critical moment of life and death, Ji Wuying suddenly looked towards the edge of the chaotic battlefield.

The figure, shrouded in a thick demonic aura and seemingly watching a play, roared with the last of his strength, filled with a twisted desire to survive:

"Heart-devouring Demon Lord, save me! If I die, the demon clan's foundation in the four states will be destroyed."

However, at some unknown time, the Heart-devouring Demon Lord, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, uttered a very light and cold sneer.

Instead of taking action, he moved his sleeves slightly, and an invisible barrier of demonic thoughts quietly blocked Ji Wuying's cry for help and any possible leaked breath.

His lips moved slightly, and a voice that only Ji Wuying could hear penetrated his dying mind:

"Fool. Why do you think I've come in person? The Divine One has decreed... You know too much, and you're such a loser. You deserve to die right now... completely."

"Your value lies in becoming her 'sacrifice' to completely break with the Immortal Sect. Don't count on Ji Huan to save you. Go with peace of mind..."

These cold words completely extinguished Ji Wuying's last bit of hope and plunged him into the abyss of despair.

“No! You guys… Pfft!”

Ji Wuying's eyes erupted with incredible anger and complete despair, and his final roar was cut off by the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart.

His soul, which had just escaped from his broken body and tried to escape, was like fragile glass exposed to the hurricane of revenge.

Nan Xu's claws carried a cold light that imprisoned the soul, Qianhan's spiritual power froze the space for the soul to escape, and countless monsters, burning with blood, tears and hatred, charged at him like billions of red-hot steel needles, fiercely piercing into the twisted origin of his soul.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a hair-raising "crackling" sound.

Under the gaze of countless hateful eyes and the lock of Ning Jiasheng's cold vertical pupils, Ji Wuying's soul was like being thrown into strong acid, quickly becoming thin and transparent, emitting wisps of foul green smoke.

His consciousness was devoured by endless pain and fear, and his soul gradually decomposed and disappeared amidst wailing.

Ning Jiasheng finally moved.

The figure stood in mid-air, her silver hair dancing wildly in the wind. The moonlight-like silver light around her and the colorful dream light flowing in the field complemented each other, making her look like a vengeful god who had come to the world.

Deep within those cold golden vertical pupils, there was now surging the sorrow that had accumulated over countless years, and the almost empty calmness of finally getting what he wanted.

"Qiang——!"

A clear sword sound tore through the lingering sound of Ji Wuying's soul being annihilated.

The red flame hanging at her side was suddenly unsheathed. The sword body was as red as fire, flowing with a brilliant flame that could burn the world. However, the direction of the sword was pointed with the ultimate murderous intent that could freeze the soul.

The sword light rises.

There were no complicated moves, only a straight stab that condensed all of Ning Jiasheng's will, hatred and strength at the moment.

The crimson sword light, like a flaming meteor that cuts through the chaos, instantly pierced through Ji Wuying's painfully twisted soul that was on the verge of completely dissipating.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Uh..." Ji Wuying's remaining soul suddenly froze, and all his struggle, pain, anger, and unwillingness were frozen in the last trace of unbelievable and distorted expression on his face.

next moment.

"laugh!"

Like a red-hot iron inserted into ice and snow, Ji Wuying's remaining soul was unable to utter even a final scream under the extremely yang and fierce sword energy of Chi Yan. It completely turned into a wisp of green smoke and was swept up by the flames of the sword, burning it to ashes, leaving not a trace behind.

In the dream realm, the roars of all the monsters paused, and then erupted into even wilder roars, a mixture of endless sorrow and relief.

Nan Xu and Qian Han looked at the green smoke that completely dissipated. The deep hatred on their faces finally faded away slowly, replaced by a deep fatigue and confusion after being relieved.

They bowed their heads deeply in the direction of Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng slowly retracted the Red Flame.

The flames on the sword subsided and fell silent.

She looked at the place where Ji Wuying disappeared, with golden light flashing in her eyes. There was no ecstasy of revenge, only a bottomless coldness and... a trace of emptiness that she herself had not even noticed.