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Jiang Qingwu and others set out on the journey to the first suspected location. The air was filled with tension, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Mo Yunsheng gripped her spirit sword tightly, her face filled with vigilance as if facing a formidable enemy. She cautiously moved forward, whispering, "Junior Master, are there any dangers along the way?"

Jiang Qingwu tilted her head slightly, her cold gaze sweeping across the surroundings like a sharp sword. Her eyes were deep and calm, as if she could see through any hidden danger. She spoke slowly, "Be cautious and be prepared for any emergency."

Feng Ci walked beside him, his eyes revealing a firmness, like a towering mountain, unshakable. "Don't worry, Yun Sheng, with Junior Master here, we'll be fine."

The two Hehuan Sect disciples also looked solemn, their eyes filled with vigilance. One of them whispered, "Everyone, be careful. This demon beast could appear at any time."

Everyone advanced cautiously, treading on thin ice. Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, fraught with unknown dangers. Sure enough, before long, a swarm of magical beasts appeared before their eyes. Their roars were as deafening as thunder, emanating a powerful pressure. That pressure, like a surging ocean wave, crashed upon them, suffocating them.

Mo Yunsheng gasped, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. "There are so many monsters, what should we do?"

Jiang Qingwu's eyes glared, a resolute light gleaming like a cold star. She gripped the Qiluan Sword tightly. As if sensing its master's resolve, the sword trembled slightly, emitting a red glow. "Prepare for battle, and a swift and decisive victory."

Feng Ci summoned his puppets without hesitation. They were tall and mighty, emitting a powerful aura. "Don't be afraid, everyone. The puppets can hold out for a while."

The battle broke out instantly, like sparks falling into a powder keg, and fierce sparks erupted instantly.

Jiang Qingwu's figure was as fast as lightning, moving through the group of monsters. She brandished the Qiluan Sword in her hand, and the red light flashed like lightning, cutting through the dark sky.

Each strike carried immense power, as if capable of severing steel. Wherever the blade passed, the monsters fell, their blood splattering and staining the ground red.

Mo Yunsheng was not to be outdone. She activated her skills, and passionate sound waves surged towards the monsters like a tide. The sound waves were like surging waves, one after another, influencing the monsters' thoughts.

Under the impact of the sound waves, the monsters showed painful expressions and their movements became slow.

The two disciples of the Hehuan Sect moved among the monsters, their figures like ghosts, attacking flexibly.

Their weapons are sometimes as cunning as poisonous snakes, and sometimes as fierce as tigers, making it difficult for the monsters to defend themselves.

Feng Ci controlled the puppets and engaged them in a fierce battle. The puppets were tall and mighty, possessing immense strength. Their fists were as hard as steel, and each one could knock down a monster.

The monsters roared angrily and pounced on the puppet.

The battle was incredibly fierce, a life-or-death struggle. Jiang Qingwu and the others engaged in a desperate struggle with the monsters, each exerting their full strength. Their figures darted through the swarm of monsters, gleaming like brilliant stars.

After a fierce battle, everyone finally cleared out the monsters. Feng Ci wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the messy battlefield around him, his heart filled with emotion. "It seems this is not the center of the formation, but it is a good place to set up the formation."

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, her face pale. Killing the monster had indeed consumed too much of her spiritual energy. "Well, set up the formation quickly. I'll replenish my spiritual energy here."

Feng Ci immediately began busily arranging the formation. His eyes were focused and serious, his hands moving with practiced speed. He was like an artist meticulously crafting his work. Every rune, every formation, was imbued with mysterious power.

Mo Yunsheng stood guard beside Jiang Qingwu, watching her surroundings with vigilance. Her eyes were filled with alertness, like a wary rabbit. She clutched her spirit sword tightly, ready to respond to any emergency.

Jiang Qingwu sat down cross-legged, threw out a dozen spirit-gathering talismans, closed her eyes, and began to adjust her spiritual power. Her face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

Her breathing was steady and even, as if she had entered a state of emptiness. Around her, spiritual energy surged like a vortex, continuously pouring into her body.

During the formation process, Feng Ci communicated with Mo Yunsheng from time to time.

"Yun Sheng, do you think we can find the center of the formation?" Feng Ci asked as he set up the formation. His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Mo Yunsheng's eyes were firm, like a bright star. "It will definitely work. Our efforts will not be in vain."

Feng Ci smiled, his smile as warm as the sun. "Indeed, we can't let the demons succeed."

After a while, Feng Ci finished setting up the formation. He walked over to Jiang Qingwu and said softly, "Junior Master, the formation is ready."

Jiang Qingwu opened her eyes and stood up. Her eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at the formation Feng Ci had set up, as if admiring a work of art. "As expected of you, Ah Ci. Well done."

Afterwards, Jiang Qingwu thought of two places that had not been checked, so he informed Su Chen of the locations of the remaining two formation centers through the sect order.

Su Chen, upon receiving the news, frowned slightly. His eyes were filled with thought, as if he was weighing something. After a moment's reflection, he said, "We've chosen a location that's relatively close to us to check it out."

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion knew the importance of this matter and said, "If the place we are heading to is the center of the formation, we will definitely live up to everyone's expectations and break it."

Su Chen nodded slightly, his eyes full of trust. "Okay, please."

So, Su Chen led everyone to clear out the monsters along the way, set up formations along the way, and headed towards the target location. Their figures shuttled through the mountains and forests, like sharp arrows, full of power.

On the way, Su Chen communicated with disciples from other sects from time to time.

"This formation is too tricky. I wonder if we can find the center of it," a disciple said worriedly. His eyes were filled with anxiety, as if he was worried about something.

Su Chen's expression was calm, like a towering mountain. "As long as we work together, we will definitely find it."

Another disciple said, "Friend Su is right. We cannot give up."

As they cleared out the monsters, the atmosphere was tense and serious. Their hearts were filled with a sense of mission, as if they were striving for a great goal.

On Jiang Qingwu's side, everyone immediately headed to their next destination after dealing with the current formation.

Feng Ci said as he walked, "I hope we can find the center of the formation in the next place." His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for a miracle to happen.

Mo Yunsheng nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise this battle would last who knows how long." Her eyes were full of fatigue, as if she had experienced a long war.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect said, "We will also do our best to help." Their eyes were full of determination, as if they were working towards a common goal.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, her eyes full of trust. "Okay, everyone, stay alert."

The atmosphere at the viewing venue was extremely tense.

Li Qingtong and others were confronting Youjun. Both sides were very powerful, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time.

Li Qingtong held the spirit sword in hand, her eyes piercing as she stared at Youjun. Her expression was solemn, and she exuded a powerful aura. That aura was like surging waves, one after another, leaving one breathless. "Youjun, you dared to tamper with the sect competition? You won't succeed today."

You Jun was dressed in a black robe, his eyes cold and ruthless. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of mockery. "You think you can stop me? You're dreaming."

Li Qinglian, along with Lin Muci and the disciples of Xiaoyao Valley, were treating the injured cultivators at the scene. Those cultivators whose cultivation had been drained by the formation suddenly died on the spot, a scene of great tragedy.

Lin Muci looked at the injured monks, his eyes filled with sympathy and anger. "These demons are so despicable, so cruel."

While treating the patient, Li Qinglian said, "Don't worry about these things for now, save him quickly." His eyes were full of anxiety, as if he was racing against time.

The disciples of Xiaoyao Valley were also nervous, busy bandaging the wounds of the injured monks and channeling their spiritual energy. Their movements were skillful and swift, as if they were carrying out a life-or-death rescue.

At this moment, Li Qingtong saw that the situation was becoming more and more critical. In desperation, he used the soul gathering talisman to cooperate with the soul locking formation and the current formation to achieve a delicate balance.

Seeing this, You Jun was furious. "You think you can stop me like this?"

As he spoke, Youjun rushed towards Li Qingtong, trying to break her formation. His figure was like a black lightning, rushing towards Li Qingtong as fast as lightning.

Li Qingtong was not afraid at all and rushed forward to fight Youjun fiercely. Her figure was like a white lightning, intertwined with Youjun's black lightning, forming a spectacular scene.

The battle between the two was fierce, with spiritual energy fluctuating everywhere, making people tremble with fear. Their figures shuttled across the sky, shining like shooting stars.

When Lin Feixue saw Li Qingtong in danger, she immediately summoned her own spiritual sword and rushed forward to block Youjun.

"Your opponent is me." Lin Feixue's eyes were firm, and the spirit sword in her hand exuded a powerful aura. That aura was like surging waves, one after another, making it difficult to breathe.

You Jun looked at Lin Feixue and snorted coldly. "You think you can stop me?"

Lin Feixue didn't flinch and said coldly, "Even if I risk my life today, I won't let you succeed."

The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with sword shadows intertwining and spiritual power colliding. The scene was very spectacular, and their figures shuttled across the sky.

The leader of Qingyun Sect was about to step forward to help, but was entangled by the demon guardian.

"Don't even think about interfering with the Demon Lord!" The demon guardian's eyes were fierce, emitting a powerful pressure. That pressure was like surging waves, one after another, making it difficult to breathe.

The Qingyun Sect's leader's face was stern, and he said fiercely: "Today, I will make sure that you demons will never return."

The two sides also launched a fierce battle, the scene was in chaos, their figures kept colliding in the air, and the powerful sword energy could not break the formation barrier of the demon world.

During the intervals of the battle, Li Qingtong and Lin Feixue were communicating with each other.

"Feixue, be careful." Li Qingtong said with concern. Her eyes were filled with worry, worried about Lin Feixue's safety.

Lin Feixue nodded slightly, "You too, must be careful." Her eyes were full of determination, as if they were working towards a common goal.

Li Qingtong looked at the situation around her, her heart filled with worry, but she knew that she could not retreat now and had to persevere.

Jiang Qingwu and the others felt increasingly depressed as they headed to the next suspected location. They knew time was running out and every minute and every second was crucial.

Mo Yunsheng muttered as she walked, "I don't know how Su Chen and the others are doing." Her eyes were full of worry, as if she was worried about the safety of Su Chen and the others.

Feng Ci said, "I hope they can find the center of the formation smoothly." His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for good news.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect said, "We can only trust them." Their eyes were full of determination, and they kept praying in their hearts that the final victory would be on their side.

Although Jiang Qingwu remained silent, her eyes revealed determination and resolve. She knew very well that they had to find the center of the formation as soon as possible and destroy the demon clan's conspiracy.

At the same time, Su Chen and his companions were also struggling to advance. The monsters they encountered became increasingly powerful, and the battles became increasingly fierce.

"These monsters are too difficult to deal with," a disciple said, panting. His eyes were full of fatigue, as if he had been through a long war.

Su Chen said calmly: "Everyone hold on, we will definitely find the center of the formation." His eyes were full of determination, as if he was fighting for a great goal.

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion also gritted their teeth and continued to use their magic weapons to fight the monsters.

At the viewing area, the battle continued. Li Qingtong and Lin Feixue's fight with Youjun reached a fever pitch. Both sides used all their strength, neither refusing to give in.

You Jun's attacks became increasingly fierce, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "None of you will leave here alive today."

Lin Feixue and Li Qingtong clung to each other and resisted Youjun's attack together.

"We won't let you succeed." Lin Feixue said firmly.

Li Qingtong also said: "That's right, we will definitely defeat you."

On the battlefield, Jiang Qingwu and his companions finally reached the next suspected location. There were also a large number of monsters here, but they did not retreat at all and immediately threw themselves into the battle.

Jiang Qingwu wielded the Qiluan Sword, her eyes sharp as an eagle's. Each of her attacks carried immense force, making the monsters afraid to approach. Her figure weaved through the monsters like a flash of red lightning, slashing through them with lightning speed.

Feng Ci controlled the puppets, providing support to Jiang Qingwu, Mo Yunsheng, and the others. The puppets were tall and mighty, possessing immense strength. Their fists were as hard as steel, and each one could bring down a monster.

"Junior Master, could this be the center of the formation?" Feng Ci asked as he fought. His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, her eyes filled with thought. "I'm not sure yet. Let's finish cleaning up the monsters first."

Mo Yunsheng also used all his strength to perform the sound formula and cooperate with his paper figures to repel the monsters one by one.

The He Huan Sect's disciples also unleashed their power and engaged in a fierce battle with the demon beasts.

The battle raged on, as Jiang Qingwu and the others engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the monsters. Everyone exerted their full strength, fighting with hope in their hearts.