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The demons took advantage of the clash between the evil cultivators and the righteous disciples to activate their Soul-Devouring Killing Array. The array suddenly shone with a brilliant light, enveloping the entire valley. The intense light felt like countless sharp blades, piercing everyone's eyes. The evil cultivators stared in horror as the array enveloped them, and fear instantly surged in their hearts.

"Demon clan, you actually betrayed me!" The evil cultivator's eyes widened, his face flushed red as he cursed angrily. His voice echoed in the silent space, filled with endless anger and disappointment.

However, the demons seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and they all burst into laughter. Their laughter was like a sharp cold wind, blowing through everyone's heart and making people shudder.

"Betrayal? Humph, what loyalty and trust should I talk about with you evil cultivators. The opportunity of this secret realm of Youhuang can only belong to us, the demon clan." The demon clan leader said with a sneer, his eyes full of pride and greed.

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making their hearts sink to the bottom.

As time went on, everyone began to feel their spiritual energy draining away. It felt as if an invisible force was draining their life force, gradually weakening their breath. This unspeakable fear filled everyone's heart, as if the shadow of death was approaching.

Jiang Qingwu frowned tightly, her face pale as paper. She waved the talismans in her hand repeatedly, trying to resist the erosion of the formation. However, it had little effect.

Each time she cast a spell, she consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, and hers was already running low. Her heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, but she knew she couldn't panic. If she lost her composure, all her efforts would be wasted.

"Everyone, hold on! We'll definitely find a way out!" Jiang Qingwu shouted, her voice radiating determination and courage. Her figure was like a candle in the wind, but her eyes gleamed with an unyielding light.

Disciples from other sects also gritted their teeth and persevered, their faces etched with determination. The disciples of the Miaoyin Hall huddled together, their instruments emitting a continuous, melodious, and tense rhythm, attempting to use the power of music to counteract the influence of the formation. Each note was like a sharp sword, piercing the evil cultivators and demons, attempting to disrupt their minds.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect used various illusions to try to disrupt the actions of the evil cultivators and demons. Their illusions were as unpredictable as ghosts, trapping the enemy in endless illusions.

The disciples of the Tianji Pavilion were completely absorbed in thinking about how to break the formation, their compasses spinning constantly, as if searching for a clue to a solution. Their expressions were serious and earnest, not missing a single possible detail.

While resisting the erosion of the formation, Jiang Qingwu observed the surrounding situation. Her eyes swept over every corner, searching for the key to breaking the formation. Suddenly, her eyes fell on Feng Ci in the distance, and a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

Feng Ci stood among the disciples of the Tianji Pavilion, his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on the formation before him, lost in thought. His eyes gleamed with concentration, as if he were trying to penetrate the complex formation to its hidden secrets. He calculated various possible ways to break the formation while quietly discussing with the disciples around him, sharing their thoughts.

"I think the core of this formation should be somewhere crucial, but where exactly is it?" Feng Ci muttered to himself. His voice was low and firm, revealing his determination to break it. The disciples of Tianji Pavilion nodded in agreement with Feng Ci's point of view.

"That's right. We're already carefully analyzing the formation's structure and the flow of spiritual energy, hoping to find the center of the formation as soon as possible," said a Tianji Pavilion disciple. The others echoed this sentiment, promising to go all out in their search for clues.

Jiang Qingwu watched them quietly, silently praying that they would find a way to break the formation as soon as possible. She knew time was running out, and every moment could mean the difference between life and death. At that moment, the fog in the valley grew thicker, enveloping them like a heavy curtain. The fog seemed to hold an endless danger, chilling them to the bone.

Feng Ci took a deep breath and continued to study the formation intently. His fingers gently traced the air, as if sketching some mysterious pattern. The disciples of the Tianji Pavilion gathered around him, some with their heads bowed in thought, others observing with compasses, each striving to find clues to breaking the formation.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Jiang Qingwu's heart. She felt as if she were in a vast illusion, and everything around her became blurry and indistinct. She tried hard to stay awake, but the power of the formation was too strong, and her consciousness began to gradually fade.

"No, I can't fall." Jiang Qingwu screamed in her heart. She gritted her teeth and tried hard to concentrate. She remembered her mission and the companions who trusted her. She couldn't let them down.

At this critical moment, disciples from other sects were also struggling hard. The disciples of Qingyun Sect used their sharp swordsmanship to continuously attack the evil cultivators and demons, trying to buy time to break the formation.

Su Chen, Lin Muci and the disciples of Xiaoyao Valley used their medical skills to treat the wounds of their injured companions, while also looking for clues to break the formation.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect commanded their spirit beasts and engaged in fierce battles with evil cultivators and demons.

However, although everyone tried their best to break the formation, the power of the formation became stronger and stronger, making people feel desperate.

The disciples' movements gradually became sluggish, as if being held back by an invisible hand. Every step required immense effort. The spiritual energy within them rapidly drained away like a flood, leaving them feeling powerless and exhausted.

Jiang Qingwu watched all this anxiously, her heart filled with worry. She knew that if they didn't find a way to break the formation, everyone would be in deep trouble, even facing a life-or-death crisis.

So she shouted again: "Everyone must hold on! We must not give up!" Her voice echoed in the valley like a clear spring, bringing a glimmer of hope and strength to everyone.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu suddenly felt a strong hallucination surge in her heart. The figures of her family and friends appeared in front of her, they waved to her with smiles and whispered her name.

"Qingwu, come quickly!" The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, full of warmth and temptation.

Jiang Qingwu was stunned, her eyes a little blurry. These familiar faces made her heart flutter, and she couldn't help but want to walk towards them and feel the long-lost family love and friendship.

But just as she took a step forward, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, and she suddenly woke up. She realized it was just an illusion, the formation interfering with her mind. She gritted her teeth and shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the influence of the illusion.

Jiang Qingwu knew that this was an illusion created by the formation, but she couldn't help but feel a surge of longing in her heart.

However, she knew she couldn't be fooled by the illusion, so she bit her lips hard, letting the pain remind her to stay awake.

"This is just an illusion. I can't let it affect me." Jiang Qingwu said to herself. She tried hard to concentrate and return her attention to the formation.

She took a deep breath, gathered herself, and then turned to look at the disciples around her. She saw that some of them had been bewildered by the hallucination, their expressions dazed and their steps staggering.

She was extremely anxious and shouted loudly: "Everyone wake up! This is all an illusion! Don't be fooled by it!" Her voice was like an alarm bell, awakening the disciples who were lost in the illusion.

At the same time, Feng Ci and the disciples of Tianji Pavilion were also nervously thinking about how to break the formation. Their faces were covered with sweat, and their eyes were filled with anxiety and concentration.

"The structure of this formation is very complex. We must find its weakness before we can break it." Feng Ci said.

The disciples of the Tianji Pavilion nodded. "Indeed, we have analyzed the flow of spiritual energy within this formation and discovered that its core may be hidden deep within the valley."

"However, our actions are now greatly restricted, and it is difficult to go deep into the valley to find the center of the formation." Another disciple of Tianji Pavilion said worriedly.

Feng Ci frowned and fell into deep thought. He knew that they had to find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise everyone would be in dire straits.

Just when everyone was in trouble, Jiang Qingwu suddenly had an idea. She remembered that she had seen a method to break the illusion in an ancient book, and maybe it could be used here.

So she shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to me, we can try to use the power of the mind to fight against the illusion of this formation." When everyone heard her words, they all turned their eyes to her, their eyes full of doubts and confusion.

"The power of the mind? What does this mean?" a disciple couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Qingwu patiently explained, "That's right. This formation primarily creates illusions to influence our minds, making us lose our fighting power. If we can use the power of our minds to stay awake, we might be able to find a way to break the formation. Simply put, it's all about following your heart, being calm, and adhering to your Daoist aspirations!"

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing her words. They closed their eyes, concentrated their minds, and used their mental strength to resist the illusions of the formation.

Some disciples silently recited their own cultivation methods in their hearts, while others recalled the people or things they cherished most to strengthen their beliefs.

Gradually, they felt their surroundings begin to blur, as if a layer of fog had been dispelled. At the same time, they gradually regained control of their bodies, and their once heavy limbs became flexible again.

Jiang Qingwu also closed her eyes. She tried to calm her mind and take in everything around her. She remembered her original aspirations and why she had embarked on this path of cultivation. She knew she couldn't be defeated by difficulties and must bravely face the challenges.

Under Jiang Qingwu's guidance, the group gradually developed a strategy to resist the illusions. As their Daoist hearts grew stronger, the influence of the illusions created by the formation gradually weakened. However, even if they successfully resisted the illusions, the formation's power remained undiminished.

As time went on, their spiritual energy continuously drained away, and their bodies gradually grew weaker and more powerless. Jiang Qingwu's face was solemn, and her tone was low: "We must find the center of the formation as soon as possible, otherwise we will all die here." Her eyes gleamed with a firm light, full of determination and perseverance.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They understood that there was no escape now. Only by finding the center of the formation could they break it and save everyone's lives. Therefore, they worked even harder to find the center of the formation, not missing a single detail.

During this tense and critical moment, Jiang Qingwu and Feng Ci remained calm and rational. They constantly exchanged their views and worked together to explore ways to break the formation.

Suddenly, Feng Ci pointed to the depths of the valley and said, "I think the center of the formation might be in that direction."

Jiang Qingwu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a thick fog covering the area, obstructing his vision and making it impossible to see the situation inside.

"Let's go and take a look." Jiang Qingwu said.

Everyone walked cautiously in that direction, their hearts filled with vigilance, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

As they approached the mist, they suddenly felt a powerful force coming towards them. The force was like a huge mountain, pressing down on them and making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Be careful!" Jiang Qingwu shouted. She quickly waved the talisman in her hand, trying to resist the force.

However, the force was too strong, and Jiang Qingwu's spell was instantly shattered. Everyone was also shocked by the force and retreated repeatedly.

"What kind of power is this?" a disciple asked in horror.

"This might be the protective power of the formation's core," Feng Ci said, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Everyone became even more nervous after hearing his words. They knew that in order to break the formation, they had to defeat this protective force.

"Everyone, attack together!" Jiang Qingwu shouted. She rushed forward first, waving her sword and attacking the force.

Everyone followed suit, using their own skills to attack that force.

However, the force was too strong, and everyone's attacks seemed to hit an indestructible mountain, without any effect at all.

"This won't work. We must find its weakness," Feng Ci said, his eyes filled with thought.

Everyone stopped attacking and began to observe the characteristics of the power. They found that although the power was strong, it seemed to follow certain patterns.

"I think its weakness may be there." A disciple of Tianji Pavilion said, pointing to the center of the power.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a faint light there, as if flashing some signal.

"That might be the center of the formation," Feng Ci said, his eyes filled with excitement.

After hearing his words, everyone felt a surge of hope. They knew that as long as they found the center of the formation, they might be able to break it!