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Jiang Yan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly jumped up, his figure rushed forward as fast as lightning, and instantly turned into a dazzling stream of light and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain.

In just a blink of an eye, he was like an arrow shot from a bow, and rushed straight into the place where the Demon Lord's clone was located at the foot of the mountain.

Not far behind Jiang Yan, Fu Qing did not dare to hesitate at all when seeing this situation. He immediately used his skills to follow closely behind him and ran down the mountain together, vowing to work together with everyone to overcome this difficulty!

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The sheer number of monsters was terrifying, as if there were no end in sight. The disciples had been engaged in this fierce battle for a long time, their strength and energy gradually draining away. Each swing of their weapons felt heavier than the last, and the battle against the monsters seemed increasingly strained.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate and exhausted, Jiang Yan rushed into the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

Uncle Liu was sharp-eyed and was the first to spot Jiang Yan. When he saw clearly that it was Jiang Yan, his jaw dropped, his eyebrows instantly raised, and he shouted angrily:

"Why did you come down here?! Get back to the mountain right now! This isn't the place for you!"

However, facing Uncle Liu's angry rebuke, Jiang Yan just shook his head slightly and said firmly:

"It's a matter of life and death, how can I just stand by and watch, Uncle Master?"

Uncle Liu was very familiar with Jiang Yan. He knew very well that Jiang Yan had a stubborn character. Once he decided to do something, no one could change his mind.

But when he thought of Jiang Yan's weak physical condition, his heart ached.

Suddenly, Uncle Liu seemed to have discovered something incredible. His eyes widened and his voice trembled with anger:

"Who gave you the medicine?! And who allowed you to take it?! Don't you know how harmful that medicine is to your health and life? With your fragile body now, how could you possibly withstand it..."

Jiang Yan, however, remained calm and responded softly:

"Uncle Master, don't worry, I'm fine."

This simple sentence blocked everything that Uncle Liu wanted to say next, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

Uncle Liu was so angry that he was shaking all over, his face was ashen, and his chest was heaving violently, as if he was about to burst with anger at any moment.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine—"

He always said the same thing, and Jiang Yan always looked calm.

Every time he heard words like this, Uncle Liu became more angry.

He couldn't help but roar:

"You always say this! Do you think about yourself, you damn kid?!"

"Who taught you to selflessly dedicate yourself to the world? With your reckless abandon, even if you're willing to sacrifice yourself, you have to save your own life first!"

"Oh my! Look at this scene before my eyes. Isn't it a typical elder scolding the younger one in a stern voice? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, it really makes me sigh! It's a pity that such scenes are really disgusting to me."

At this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly attacked. He swung the long sword in his hand violently, and a ferocious demonic energy came straight towards Jiang Yan and Uncle Liu like lightning.

There was a loud "bang" and a bottomless knife mark appeared on the ground in an instant. Dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.

The scattered demonic energy did not dissipate. Instead, it quickly gathered together as if it had life, and in the blink of an eye, several new monsters were generated.

These monsters bared their fangs and claws, and let out bursts of roars from their mouths, which was creepy.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan, Uncle Liu, and several other elders immediately dispersed, surrounding the Demon Lord. Their eyes were fixed on the Demon Lord, not daring to relax even a little, and they vigilantly observed his every move.

However, facing the siege of the crowd, the Demon Lord looked calm and unhurried.

He was seen leisurely holding a long sword and slowly taking a few steps towards Jiang Yan's direction.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a chilling smile: "Oh my, isn't this the Taoist companion of that young Immortal Venerable?"

At this point, the Demon Lord's laughter became even more arrogant: "Hahahahaha, it's really like searching high and low for something, but it's finally found without any effort! I didn't expect to encounter the legendary innate spirit body here."

"Since you've come to me on your own, you can't blame me. This way, I can save myself a lot of effort and I don't have to bother breaking the barrier left by that old man!"

After saying that, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes that were as cold as cold stars. He suddenly pushed out with his back feet and rushed out like an arrow.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand, which exuded a sinister coldness, drew a sharp arc in the air, and with the sound of breaking wind, it stabbed straight at Jiang Yan's heart with the force of thunder!

Jiang Yan's face changed slightly when he saw this, but he reacted very quickly. He quickly raised the long sword in his hand, the sword flashing with cold light, and held it firmly in front of his chest.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the swords collided, sending out countless sparks.

The attack was incredibly powerful. Although Jiang Yan managed to block it, the huge impact still caused his palm to go numb and the pain to be unbearable.

At this moment, Uncle Liu flashed and appeared behind the Demon Lord like a ghost.

The thorn whip in his hand was like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, whistling and sweeping towards the Demon Lord's abdomen. In the blink of an eye, the thorn whip tightly wrapped around the Demon Lord's abdomen and pulled outward with force.

However, the Demon Lord was as steady as a rock, unmoved.

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, raised one hand, and grasped the whip without hesitation. Although the sharp barbs cut his palm and blood flowed out, he still used his powerful strength to forcibly throw Uncle Liu and the whip away.

How could Jiang Yan let go of this opportunity?

He flew up with the Suxue sword in his hand and chopped down fiercely at the Demon Lord's neck.

However, the Demon Lord's strength was unfathomable after all. He slightly turned his body and easily blocked the fatal sword.

Then, the Demon Lord roared angrily, raised his hand, and slapped out. From his palm, a torrent of black demonic energy surged, like a surging torrent, fiercely crashing towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to take the blow head-on. With a muffled "bang," Jiang Yan was sent flying backwards several feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But what was amazing was that at the moment he was knocked away, he tried his best to push the Su Xue Sword forward and successfully pierced the Demon Lord's chest.

Seeing this, Uncle Liu and several other elders displayed their lifelong skills. For a moment, light shone and energy crisscrossed.

All kinds of powerful spells and moves attacked the Demon Lord like an overwhelming force, and finally temporarily restrained him.

At the same time, at the barrier.

The first seal was repaired.

The Demon Lord couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by such a fierce attack. Distracted, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He laughed angrily, "Ha...you guys who overestimate your own abilities!"

The tall figure of the Demon Lord looked somewhat embarrassed at this moment.

His face was filled with anger. Finally, he decided not to care about any consequences and started to act madly.

The Demon Lord is finally going to throw the jar into chaos.

He raised his hands high, pressed them down suddenly in the air, and then grabbed them with a force as powerful as thunder.

At that moment, the surrounding monsters seemed to sense the approach of doom, and they all roared in agony. The demonic energy within them seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, slowly rising from above their heads and gathering bit by bit into the Demon Lord's hands.

In an instant, the sky was filled with eerie and terrifying demonic energy, which was like a ball of black fog, rolling and surging, covering the sky and the sun.

The Demon Lord's eyes had now turned completely scarlet, as if burning with raging fire. Demonic energy even continuously overflowed from the corners of his eyes, flowing down his pale cheeks, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

With a deafening roar, the Demon Lord used all his strength, concentrated all his magic power into one, and broke through all restraints regardless of the consequences.

His speed was as fast as lightning, and he rushed in front of Jiang Yan in the blink of an eye. In just a breath of time, the Demon Lord had already hugged Jiang Yan tightly.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

"Wen Qiu!!!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Immortal Lord!!!" The others also shouted, their voices filled with fear.

The Demon Lord took a few steps back, and with every movement, blood splashed onto the ground.

Jiang Yan looked over subconsciously and saw that the Demon Lord was holding a heart that was still beating slightly in his hand!

The heart was still stained with bright red blood, and every beat seemed to tell of the passing of life.

Jiang Yan staggered back a few steps, blood continuously gushing out of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and splashing blood flowers.

Jiang Yan widened his eyes and looked at the beating heart that belonged to him in the Demon Lord's hand. His mind went blank in an instant.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest.

A huge hole appeared, empty inside, only blood gushing out. The robe, once as white as snow, had already been completely stained red with blood, like a blood-red flower blooming in the darkness.

Jiang Yan's body trembled involuntarily, and a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat. Then, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto the soil like a red waterfall.

"Hahahahaha-"

The Demon Lord's extremely crazy laughter resounded through the sky, as if it was about to break through the sky.

He held up the still-beating heart high in his right hand, and slowly paraded it in front of everyone as if showing off a rare treasure.

He walked very slowly, as if intending to let everyone clearly see the heart in his hand that was emitting a mysterious light.

The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and the bottom of his eyes were scarlet, like a demon from the depths of hell. The smile on his face was eerie and ghostly, making people shudder.

"Look, this is the heart of an innate spirit body that can drive the whole world crazy!"

The Demon Lord roared loudly, his voice deafening: "Today, let me taste the most precious thing in the world! After I absorb this heart, I want to see if you, a bunch of rabble, can still restrain me!"

On the other side, Jiang Yan endured the severe pain and used his trembling left hand to tightly grasp the Su Xue sword that was stuck in the mud beside him, barely supporting his shaky body.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it no matter what he did.

However, even so, Jiang Yan still refused to succumb to the Demon Lord's tyranny. He used all his strength and shouted hoarsely, "Don't even think about it!"

As we all know, for cultivators, losing the heart does not mean immediate death.

Especially for someone like Jiang Yan who has a special physique with an innate spiritual body, the situation is even more special.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul in his body has spontaneously replaced the heart temporarily, maintaining the normal operation of his vital functions and waiting for the heart to return to his Dantian after repair is complete.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Yan took out a pill made from the secret treasure he had obtained in Mingjing Lake from his arms without hesitation, and quickly put it into his mouth.

In an instant, a powerful medicinal force spread throughout his body, and his meridians and internal organs, which had been severely damaged, began to repair themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a flash, the scene before him was jaw-dropping. Only the shocking hole in his chest remained there alone, like an abyss that could never be filled.

Jiang Yan's face was as gloomy as water. He slowly raised the Su Xue sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice.

Then, without hesitation, he swung the sharp sword downwards fiercely. In an instant, the tip of the sword pierced the skin of his fingertips, and bright red blood flowed out.

At the same time, he began to chant, a low and mysterious incantation echoing in the air. His hands formed seals between his fingers as fast as lightning.

As Jiang Yan moved, a blue and red spiritual power gushed out from the junction of the Su Xue Sword and the land like a nimble dragon.

This spiritual power seemed to have life, winding along the land, climbing up the tall body of the Demon Lord at an astonishing speed, and finally connecting with the still beating heart in the Demon Lord's hand.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He suddenly swung his right hand downward, as if issuing an order that could not be disobeyed.