A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

The protective array of the mountain had been breached at some point, and countless demons poured out of it one after another, leaving the back mountain littered with the corpses of disciples.

The Dragon Roar Sword trembled behind her. Sheng He clutched her chest, that familiar feeling returning.

Just then, the monsters seemed to be startled and struggled to push forward, but before they could completely squeeze out, a tremendous force burst forth from the opening.

The next instant, the monsters that hadn't even had a chance to squeeze out were instantly reduced to dust.

A man emerged from the gap. He was dressed in a black robe, with an arrogant expression and slightly upturned phoenix eyes, looking disdainfully at the mess on the ground.

Upon seeing the man, the monsters trembled with fear as if their blood had been controlled, and they all spontaneously knelt down and submitted to him.

The man casually kicked the corpse at his feet, his face full of disgust: "This is the number one sect in the world? It's nothing special."

"Indeed, with the Demon Lord personally taking action, the mere Qingyun Sect is naturally no match for us."

Before Sheng He could even think, the familiar female voice rang out, and the Dragon Roar Sword was already drawn.

The sound of something cutting through the air reached him. The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow. The Dragon Roar Sword sliced ​​through the air in front of him, but was firmly blocked by a barrier just as it was about to reach him. The tip of the sword was only half an inch away from his brow bone.

The Demon Lord chuckled and was about to say something when the Dragon Roar Sword suddenly began to spin rapidly. Countless hard spikes seemed to sprout from the tip of the sword. With the rotation of the sword, "Bang!" the barrier shattered abruptly, and the Dragon Roar Sword pierced straight towards the Demon Lord's eyes.

The Demon Lord raised his hand, and a long spear appeared out of nowhere, suddenly blocking the path of the Dragon Roar Sword.

"Senior sister, it's been a long time!"

Zhao Yanran tilted her head back and waved to Sheng He, who was standing on the treetop.

Sheng He remained expressionless. The Dragon Roar Sword suddenly changed direction, its blade pointing downwards, and stabbed towards Zhao Yanran's neck at an extremely fast speed. Zhao Yanran's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly dodged to the side, but a strand of her long hair was still cut off.

"Senior sister, after all these years, it seems you still don't like me!"

After Zhao Yanran finished speaking, the Soul-Guiding Sword appeared in her hand. She gently smiled and suddenly plunged the sword into the eye of the mountain-protecting formation.

A fierce wind arose, and the Soul-Guiding Sword emitted a bloodthirsty red light. Countless living beings were swept into the formation by the wind and lost their lives in an instant.

Their wronged souls were trapped in the protective mountain formation, howling and screaming, which sounded particularly eerie.

Sheng He narrowed her eyes slightly, the Dragon Roar Sword returned to her hand, and she picked up the sword and once again lunged at Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran remained calm and composed as she continuously channeled spiritual energy into the Soul-Guiding Sword, causing the array's range to expand. The original protective mountain array had transformed into a living hell.

The Demon Lord brandished his spear, blocking Zhao Yanran's path. The spear tip met the blade of the Dragon Roar Sword, and with a forceful flick, the Dragon Roar Sword bent for a moment with a clang. Countless vines quickly sprouted from the sword, tightly binding the spear and rebounding the immense force back.

The Demon Lord was forced back a few steps by the blow, but instead of being angry, he laughed: "Interesting, very interesting."

As he was speaking, just as he was about to make another move, his legs suddenly sank into the ground, and a folding fan flew rapidly toward him. When it reached him, the folding fan suddenly turned into a long sword, instantly severing the right half of his body.

Tianyu and the others stood behind Shenghe.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Sheng He looked at the Demon Lord with a solemn expression. A black mist surged from the severed part of his body, quickly healing his injuries.

As if defying fate, Sheng He suddenly saw a sharp blade emerge from the soil that had trapped the Demon Lord's legs. The blade swiftly severed the Demon Lord's newly healed body once again. But as expected, the Demon Lord easily broke free of the soil that had bound him, and his injured body healed once more.

Sheng He and Tian Yu exchanged a glance, both with serious expressions.

Only Song Jinzhi stared at the Soul-Guiding Sword, now stained with blood, his face pale.

That is... the Myriad Souls Formation. Once it is fully formed, the entire Qingyun Sect will be absorbed into the formation and become nourishment for this sword.

His lips trembled, and when his gaze fell upon Zhao Yanran, it was as if he had been burned by something.

She is... the murderer who killed A-Yuan.

Song Jinzhi closed his eyes, the horrific scene of A Yuan's death still etched in his mind.

It's him.

It's his fault.

Well, isn't this the day he's been working so hard to cultivate for all these years?

Golden patterns flickered on his face. Song Jinzhi unfastened the jade ring he always wore at his waist, bit his finger, and let the blood drip into the jade ring. The surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then golden halos rippled outwards, instantly forming a huge spatial barrier in the back mountain.

The air seemed to stand still; the howling wind ceased, and no more living beings were swept into the fray.

Zhao Yanran frowned unhappily. Wasn't it said that the Myriad Souls Formation couldn't be interrupted? Just as she was about to question the system, she heard the system's sharp voice ring out.

"Quick! Stop him! He's going to sacrifice himself for the formation! He's at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage. Once the formation is complete, not only will the Myriad Souls Formation be unable to escape, but neither you nor the Demon Lord will be able to get out!"

Zhao Yanran's brow twitched suddenly, and she immediately raised the Soul-Guiding Sword to stab at Song Jinzhi. Everyone was busy dealing with the Demon Lord, and no one noticed Song Jinzhi standing to the side.

Once the formation is activated, it must not be stopped. Golden patterns appeared and disappeared on Song Jinzhi's fingertips. Song Jinzhi neither dodged nor avoided, letting the Soul-Guiding Sword pierce into his right shoulder.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he remained silent. It was almost over, almost over.

Ah Yuan, I've come to avenge you.

"Zheng~"

A stirring melody rang out, and he watched as the veins on Zhao Yanran's hand gripping the sword hilt bulged. The Soul-Guiding Sword tore through his chest, but just as it was about to rip his heart apart, it was suddenly stopped by a long sword.

The expected death did not come. Song Jinzhi slowly opened his eyes and saw a slender body blocking his way.

Just like when we first met.

Song Jinzhi smiled and said, "Xiao He... I've succeeded... I've succeeded... in avenging... A Yuan..."

"You...you...don't...blame me..."

With a loud "boom," Song Jinzhi collapsed to the ground, golden patterns mixed with crimson blood spreading across the earth from his body. A dazzling light shone as the Demon Lord plunged his spear into Tianyu's neck.

Tianyu opened his eyes wide and used his last bit of strength to activate the folding fan once more. This time, the folding fan severed the Demon Lord's right hand, and his right hand never healed.

Tianyu smiled softly, but her body fell from the sky.

"Tianyu!"

Jinglan immediately ran forward and caught Tianyu. She pressed her hand firmly against the wound on Tianyu's neck, but blood still seeped out from between her fingers.

"do not die."

"do not die."

Jinglan frantically searched her storage bag for a life-saving elixir.

But where in this world can such an elixir be found?