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Demon Lord Youjun had originally been confident that with his own Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation, achieved after hundreds of years of practice, dealing with a young girl like Jiang Qingwu, who had just entered the Tribulation Crossing Stage, would be a piece of cake. After all, the difference between the two in terms of skill and experience was vast.

However, what Youjun hadn't anticipated was that, after actually engaging in combat with Jiang Qingwu, he realized how wrong he had been. This seemingly weak woman actually displayed incredible strength and fighting skills, putting Youjun at a disadvantage.

"No, this is impossible!" You Jun roared in rage, his eyes wide as he stared at Jiang Qingwu in front of him, his face filled with disbelief. He had long been confident in his own strength, always believing that he could easily win this duel.

But now, the cruel reality has completely shattered his pride, and the shock and anger that surged from deep in his heart were like a flood that broke through the dam, raging wildly.

At this time, Jiang Qingwu was standing quietly not far away, holding the Qiluan Sword, staring at Youjun with a firm and cold gaze.

The blade of the Qiluan Sword was flashing with dazzling rainbow light, and as time went on, the light became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to burst out in the next moment, releasing huge energy that could destroy the world.

You Jun naturally sensed the terrifying power of the sword in Jiang Qingwu's hand. He knew very well that if he didn't take action quickly, he would probably die. Thinking of this, You Jun no longer hesitated. After a cold snort, he suddenly raised his arm and swung it vigorously.

In an instant, a black light shot up into the sky, and then a magic banner emitting strong demonic energy suddenly appeared above the two people's heads.

This demonic banner was pitch black, densely engraved with countless mysterious and eerie runes, each of which faintly exuded a chilling aura. With the appearance of the demonic banner, the air around it seemed to freeze, and a heavy, oppressive atmosphere quickly enveloped the entire battlefield.

Jiang Qingwu stared wide-eyed at the magic banner emitting a strange aura, and a wave of fear surged in her heart. She knew that this magic banner was no ordinary object, and that it must be hiding an unimaginable danger.

However, even so, there was no trace of fear or retreat in Jiang Qingwu's eyes.

She clutched the precious sword, Qiluan, tightly in her right hand, as if pouring all her strength into it. The blade gleamed with a cold light, as if responding to its owner's determination.

At the same time, Jiang Qingwu stared intently at You Jun opposite him, not daring to relax at all, and was always alert to the other party's every move.

You Jun naturally noticed Jiang Qingwu's alertness, but he was not discouraged by it. Instead, he was secretly delighted because he realized that Jiang Qingwu's attention had been distracted due to excessive tension and vigilance.

At this moment, Youjun seized the opportunity, suddenly swung out a palm, and rushed towards Jiang Qingwu with a fierce gust of wind.

Jiang Qingwu was caught off guard. Although she tried her best to dodge, she was still a step too slow. With a dull thud, Jiang Qingwu's petite body was flung straight into the magic banner like a kite with a broken string.

In an instant, the magic banner burst out with a dazzling light, instantly swallowing Jiang Qingwu.

Seeing this, Youjun's face flickered with elation. Without hesitation, he leaped into the magic banner and vanished in the blinding light in the blink of an eye.

"Junior Master!" Lin Muci stood aside, watching everything unfold before her eyes. Her heart instantly rose to her throat, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Her eyes widened, her face filled with fear and worry. Her mouth opened wide, and she couldn't help but scream, "No—!"

The devilish banner, emitting a strange aura, waved in the air, a black mist spreading out, completely enveloping Jiang Qingwu. Lin Muci was so anxious that he couldn't care less about anything else. He raised his foot and rushed towards the devilish banner, with only one thought in his mind: he had to rescue his junior master from this terrifying devilish banner!

However, just as she raised her foot to take a step, she suddenly felt a strong force holding her back. She turned around and saw that it was her master and several other uncles holding her arms tightly, preventing her from moving.

"Calm down, Mu Ci!" Shi An shouted, his voice filled with anxiety. "We are surrounded by demons right now. The situation is extremely dangerous. We must not act impulsively!"

Lin Muci struggled desperately, trying to break free from their restraints, shouting, "Let me go! I want to save my junior master!" Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

At this time, Li Qingtong also hurried over to persuade: "Mu Ci, don't worry! I know you are worried about the safety of your junior master, but now is not the time to act rashly. We must remain calm and follow your junior master's arrangements. Otherwise, not only will we fail to save her, but we will make the whole situation worse!"

Even though every word Li Qingtong said made sense, Lin Muci was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on the magic banner, and her heart was filled with worry for Jiang Qingwu.

"That's right, Junior-Junior Brother Mu Ci," Shi Chenbai said solemnly, "If any one of us leaves the formation, it will immediately become ineffective. Without the protection of the formation, we'll have no choice but to fight hard to resist the demons' attacks. Protecting the sect will then be even more difficult!"

Shi Chenbai spoke with a serious expression as he quietly hid his clenched fist and slightly trembling hand behind his back without leaving any trace.

In fact, at this moment, his anxious heart had already been burning like a ignited flame. He wished he could fly out like an arrow and rush into the dangerous situation as quickly as possible to rescue Jiang Qingwu who was imprisoned.

However, as a formation master, he understood deeply that at such a critical moment, stabilizing everyone's emotions and controlling the entire situation were of utmost importance, and no one should be allowed to panic and lose their composure.

Shi An, standing by, quickly spoke to reassure them, "Everyone, calm down for now. We must have faith that Junior Sister will be able to overcome this danger. Furthermore, you should also trust Junior Uncle, who has fought alongside you until now! Don't let down all the careful arrangements she has made for us."

He knew very well that the reason Jiang Qingwu left behind this exquisite formation was to protect everyone, so he must not act rashly and break the formation.

At this moment, Pei Yi, who was in the crowd, was filled with regret and shouted indignantly, "Oh! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have stood with you! I'm only at the late stage of fusion, why do I need to abide by those ridiculous rules? I really want to rush over and help my junior sister right now!"

His words revealed endless helplessness and deep self-blame, and his face was full of guilt for not being able to lend a helping hand to Jiang Qingwu in time because he was protected by his junior sister.

Zhongli Xiu and Feng Ci's faces were as gloomy as the sky before a storm, filled with a mixture of annoyance and remorse. They stared intently at the demonic banner emitting an evil aura, their chests heaving violently with anger, and a feeling of unwillingness surged through their hearts like a tide.

However, although he was extremely eager to rush in immediately and fight with the hateful enemy, his body was firmly bound by the powerful formation and he could not move at all.

Elsewhere, Feng Jingchen and Su Chen also clenched their fists, veins bulging on the backs of their hands. They struggled to suppress the urge to charge into the formation, knowing that acting rashly would only make the situation worse. They exchanged a glance, each sensing a hint of trust in the other's eyes—they firmly believed that Junior Master-Uncle Jiang Qingwu possessed the strength to handle the current crisis.

Looking at Lin Muci and Mo Yunsheng again, their eyes were already red and tears were welling up in their sockets. The worry in their hearts was like a huge rock pressing down on them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

But they still tried hard to hold back their tears, and just stood quietly in their place to defend their position. Their eyes never left the area covered by the magic flag, and they silently prayed for Jiang Qingwu to return safely.

At the same time, Ye Qingcheng, who was at the other end of the water mirror, couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face when he saw Youjun sacrifice the magic banner. He never expected that Youjun would use such a powerful method.

When his gaze turned to Jiang Qingwu again, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "It is worthy of my preference, the most outstanding cauldron since He Yihuan..." Ye Qingcheng murmured in a low voice, his tone full of pity, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a greedy and excited smile.

He stared intently at the magic banner, his eyes gleaming with a fiery light, eager to see the outcome of the battle between the two...

At this moment, a Soul Devouring Sect guardian noticed the change in Ye Qingcheng's expression and hurriedly stepped forward, bowing respectfully and asking, "Master Sect Leader, the time has come. May we take action now?"

Ye Qingcheng raised his right hand slightly, palm facing upward, and gently wiggled his fingers a few times, signaling everyone not to act rashly. His deep, sharp gaze swept around, and he slowly instructed, "Wait for my instructions."

With that, Jiang Qingwu flashed and vanished into the magic banner like a ghost. As soon as she entered this mysterious space, she felt a surge of immense power. Countless chaotic thoughts and ideas rushed towards her like a surging tide.

These spiritual thoughts were full of temptation and bewitching power. They whispered in Jiang Qingwu's ears, trying to use all kinds of illusory and beautiful scenes to lure her to give up resistance and stay in this magic banner forever.

For a moment, Jiang Qingwu felt that his mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart. At a certain moment, he even had the idea of ​​staying and not leaving.

However, at this moment, a sudden burning pain emanated from her palm. The pain was like a blazing flame, instantly waking her from her daze. Jiang Qingwu looked down and saw that it was a jade bracelet on her wrist, emitting a blazing light, burning her skin.

This jade bracelet is a token of the tacit understanding she had with Ye Qingcheng when they fought side by side for many years. Its unusual movement at this moment is undoubtedly reminding Jiang Qingwu to stay sober and not fall into the devil's trap.

Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude, secretly thankful to still have such a reliable old partner by her side, always protecting her. At the same time, she finally came to her senses and realized that everything she had just experienced was just a sinister trap set by the magic banner, designed to make her lose her mind and become its captive.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu gritted her teeth, silently warning herself not to give in easily to the predicament before her. She forcibly endured the waves of pain that hit her like a tide, discarding all distractions and focusing all her energy on fighting against the rampant mental thoughts.

"Hmph! You think you can trap me with just these few tricks? That's just wishful thinking!" Jiang Qingwu shouted angrily, his voice clear and loud, echoing endlessly in the space of the magic flag.

Then, she closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath of foul air, which seemed to weigh down her chest like a mountain. However, the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, let out a low roar, and at the same time, she gathered all her strength in her arms and exhaled the foul air rapidly!

As this powerful aura inhaled and exhaled, the Qiluan Sword in her hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light was like a meteor streaking across the night sky at high speed, so bright and brilliant that it was impossible to look directly at it.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu held the Qiluan Sword tightly in both hands, his body was as agile as a swallow, and the sword's power was even more fierce, sweeping out like a storm.

Every swing of the sword brought with it a sharp, piercing whistling sound, as if tearing through the void. And every swing of the sword contained the force of thunder, slashing through the densely packed spiritual thoughts around it with overwhelming force.

In an instant, wherever the sword light reached, those spiritual thoughts that were originally ferocious and aggressive melted and shattered like fragile ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, turning into faint starlight that slowly dissipated into the air.

At the same time, Youjun, who was hiding in the darkness, was watching Jiang Qingwu's every move intently. When he saw how easily she withstood the powerful attack released by the magic banner, Youjun couldn't help but feel a strong sense of surprise in his heart.

"She was actually able to withstand the attack of the magic banner? It seems that I underestimated the enemy before..." You Jun said to himself coldly with a gloomy face.