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

Tears fell onto Tianyu's face as Jinglan shook her head repeatedly, pleading, "Don't die! I'll never interfere in your and Luoling's affairs again! Don't die, please don't die!"

"Please, please don't die."

Hearing Jinglan's tearful voice, Tianyu tried hard to force a smile. He wanted to act silly and amuse as before, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

Black mist continued to spread from his wound, quickly corroding his vocal cords completely. Tianyu had no choice but to open his eyes wide and take one last look at Jinglan before the black mist reached his eyeballs.

Sheng He gently closed Song Jinzhi's eyes. She looked around and saw that although there were many elders who had come with Tian Yu, only a few were still standing.

Fortunately, perhaps due to the barrier, no more demons poured out of the large opening in the mountain-protecting formation.

Sheng He raised her wrist, and the leaves of the Biluo grass tightly hooked her fingers. She untied the grass ring from her wrist, and the two Biluo grasses instantly transformed into their original forms and perched on her shoulders.

The two little radish heads looked at each other and simultaneously leaned close to Shenghe's ear, as if they were saying something.

The sound was very soft, and Sheng He couldn't hear it clearly.

Two snow-white flowers landed in Sheng He's palm, and Sheng He slowly put the flowers into her mouth.

Eating the petals of the Azure Grass will greatly increase one's cultivation level.

She seemed to hear the voice of the Azure Grass.

What they just said was: We are your companions. Please stop using that harmful technique. We will help you.

The spiritual energy within her body surged continuously, and the five clear and bright spiritual roots tightly wrapped together. Sheng He's cultivation level soared, from the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. In just a short while, she had already advanced two minor realms, only stopping when she reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.

"Senior Sister Yun, please help me."

Yun Qianshan nodded. She sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the white jade pipa to her chest. Her delicate hands gently plucked the strings, and a deep, melodious sound immediately filled the air.

The Demon Lord stared at his severed right hand, his rage uncontrollable. Hearing the music only fueled his fury. He clutched his injured right arm and hurled his black-gold spear heavily toward Yun Qianshan.

"Oh!"

The spear was blocked by a wall of water, splashing everywhere. Sheng He leaped up and grabbed the spear that was deeply embedded in the water wall.

The Demon Lord's hands and feet were immediately bound by two layers of raging fire. Even when he turned into a cloud of black mist again, the fire followed him closely and imprisoned him.

Sheng He's veins bulged as he forcefully pulled the spear out of the water wall and hurled it fiercely at the Demon Lord.

Seeing this, despite being scorched by flames all over his body, the Demon Lord couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You want to kill me with my gun?"

The spear stopped abruptly just before it reached the Demon Lord, its tip slowly turning back to face Sheng He.

Before the spear could completely change direction, Sheng He summoned the Dragon Roar Sword and kicked its hilt hard.

The Dragon Roar Sword immediately flew towards the spear. When the tip of the sword touched the shaft of the spear, several vines suddenly sprouted. These vines wrapped around the spear, causing it to change direction in an instant.

Enveloped by immense power, the spear pierced through the black mist and penetrated the Demon Lord's neck.

The Demon Lord's eyes bulged slightly as he covered his neck in disbelief.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, the Dragon Roar Sword blocked the spear and pierced his neck again. The raging flames around him surged up, and he was quickly engulfed by the raging fire.

Sheng He didn't look at the Demon Lord again. The Dragon Roar Sword returned to her hand, and she slowly walked towards Zhao Yanran, dragging the sword with her.

Zhao Yanran sensed something was wrong. She had just asked the system, and the formation was complete; she had no way to escape.

Why? It shouldn't be like this!

The system clearly stated that Sheng He was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm at this time, so how could he have defeated the Demon Lord so easily!

As Zhao Yanran watched Sheng He approach her, she subconsciously took a few steps back.

But soon she found that her feet were entangled in something.

It's a vine.

Zhao Yanran unleashed a burst of fire with trembling hands, trying to force the vines back as before, but the fire would immediately extinguish itself as soon as it touched the vines.

"A-Yuan, did you kill him?"

"Wh...what, A-Yuan...Sheng He, I was wrong, please forgive me, I promise I won't..."

As Zhao Yanran was still saying something, Sheng He raised the Dragon Roar Sword and chopped it down towards Zhao Yanran's head.

Substitute Talisman.

Sheng He stared at Zhao Yanran's body, which had suddenly burst into flames, his expression unchanged.

She turned around, sword in hand, and approached Zhao Yanran again.

"I'll ask you one more time, A-Yuan, did you kill him?"

Zhao Yanran appeared on the other side, panting heavily. She clutched her chest, still shaken, and kept asking the system in her mind.

"System! I still have over 200,000 points! Quickly help me exchange them for items that can deal with Sheng He!"

The system hurriedly searched through the store, but it was just a strategy system, and Sheng He was already at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. These items were either useless to Sheng He or could not harm him at all.

Finally, just before Sheng He's sword came down again, the system exchanged an armor for Zhao Yanran.

Sheng He, who had been thrown back, tilted her head and looked at the golden protective gear that had suddenly appeared around Zhao Yanran's neck with a puzzled expression.

Is this another masterpiece of the system?

Sheng He gathered all his spiritual power into the Dragon Roar Sword, raised the sword, and slashed fiercely at Zhao Yanran's neck.

"Boom!"

The golden armor shattered instantly, and the remaining force blasted Zhao Yanran's body to pieces.

It's still a substitute talisman.

Sheng He picked up a piece of debris from the ground.

He turned to look at Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran used a substitute talisman, so she killed her.

Use one card to kill once.

She didn't believe that the substitute talisman was something she couldn't kill off completely.

In the end, Zhao Yanran was panting heavily, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Sheng He.

Sheng He picked up the tattered doll from the ground, looked at it, casually tossed it aside, and slowly walked towards Zhao Yanran.

"I killed her! I killed that mermaid, okay?! Just let me go this time. I know I've done a lot of things to wrong you, but I didn't do it on purpose! Do you really have to be so ruthless?"

Zhao Yanran wept bitterly. Sheng He had chased her and killed her more than fifty times. She had already used up all her points. Even the substitute doll puppet was a loan from the system. If she died again, the system would have to create another body for her. At that time, she would lose all her cultivation and have to start all over again.

Zhao Yanran cried so hard that her face was covered in tears and snot, and she looked so pitiful, but Sheng He was not moved at all.

She raised her sword and beheaded Zhao Yanran, silencing her cries.

This time, no strange talismans or dolls fell. Zhao Yanran stared wide-eyed at Sheng He in fear.

Before her soul could leave her body, a violent burning sensation suddenly spread throughout her entire body. Zhao Yanran watched in horror as the flames burned her corpse, and then the flames gradually tainted her soul.