The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Not only that, Jiufeng, who had fallen to the ground at an odd angle, slowly raised her neck.

Below is a nine-phoenix body as large as a mountain, above is a cumbersome white skeletal skull, and the nine-phoenix's neck is thin and frail.

As he raised his neck, the other seven dead heads wobbled precariously.

The person who seized Jiu Feng's seventh head cultivated his soul and became the only living soul of Jiu Feng.

Perpetrators and victims.

Squeezed into the same body, sharing life and death.

And the seventh head belonging to Jiufeng was about to break off.

A stench permeated the entire Snow City. Xue Ziyan, who was still conscious, looked up at the struggling monster, her body trembling slightly involuntarily.

Is the so-called Nine Phoenix Divine Lord just such a... monster?

The vengeful bird's eyes widened, and with its last bit of strength, it rammed into the white skeleton beside it.

This blow severed his head, which was still attached to some skin and flesh.

The pain of decapitation caused the ninth head, which had been silent and had just issued a warning, to wail in agony.

The piercing, shrill sound waves whipped up a gale, causing everyone to feel the pain in their eardrums.

Nine Phoenix still has one soul alive!

Xue Tao's next target will inevitably be the eighth head, and then he will kill the ninth head!

Yun Yici realized that the Xue family patriarch had abandoned his own body but had not completely taken over Jiu Feng's body, so he could only launch attacks with his aura and primordial spirit.

If Jiufeng cannot be saved, then the fire from the candlelight and the imperial edict must be used to burn Jiufeng's body together.

The problem is, they don't know what kind of evil magic Xue Tao used to possess Jiufeng's body.

We must not let Zhujian and the Emperor's decree come over; it would be best to preserve Jiufeng's last benevolent soul.

Yun Yici quickly made a decision in her mind.

She shielded her hearing, swung her sword downwards, and unleashed a surge of sword intent, its sharp and terrifying aura slashing toward Jiu Feng's eighth head!

However, the eighth head, which had been bitten and was covered in blood, opened its eyes like a vengeful ghost!

He roared, "How dare you be so insolent in front of me!"

A terrifying pressure erupted and spread from the Nine Phoenix Divine Body as the center. The cultivators who did not have time to run away were bleeding from their mouths and noses and had broken bones and tendons due to the pressure of the half-step ascension.

The snow-covered city was now a ruin, filled with smoke and dust; the terror of Jiufeng was etched into everyone's hearts.

Just when everyone was filled with despair, a pressure no less than that of the Nine Phoenix descended upon them, forcefully pushing back the Nine Phoenix's man-devouring pressure!

The cultivators, who had finally gained a breather, all subconsciously looked at the figure who had withstood the oppressive force for them.

The world is vast, yet that moon-white figure is like a drawn blade, indestructible and unbreakable.

A handsome young man with a tall and straight figure, dressed in a light blue robe, appeared beside her without her noticing.

"Sect Leader Yun, Shen Xiu is late."

"Impossible, impossible! There can't possibly be any cultivators in this world who have already reached the half-step ascension stage! Impossible!"

The false god Jiufeng roared in disbelief.

"Unfounded!"

The Xue family patriarch went completely mad, and then the head that was close to Jiufeng began to frantically attack Jiufeng's last living head.

"You want to save Jiufeng? Dream on! I am Jiufeng!"

Shen Huaichuan nodded slightly, and Yun Yici quickly formed an array in his hands.

Twelve sharp wind swords appeared out of thin air, piercing through the skulls of the twelve human stakes and completely shredding the twelve human stakes that were buried in the ground with only their heads remaining.

The red blood lines connecting the human stakes instantly solidified from flowing liquid into real lines!

Everyone saw that the threads were tightly wrapped around Jiu Feng's neck, making it impossible for him to move.

The destruction of the human body only made the Xue family patriarch, who was gnawing at Jiufeng Wuwang, laugh loudly: "Haha, you think you can stop me?! I am the god!"

The red thread trembled for a moment, and the flowing blood, reddish-black, was re-infused into Jiufeng's body.

Finally, unable to bear the one-sided attack, Wuwang screamed in agony: "Aaaaaaah!!!"

Nine Phoenixes raised their necks, and the eighth head's maniacal laughter intertwined with the ninth head's scream.

The screams, seemingly both birdsong and human voices, caused the winged demon cultivators beside Xue Ziyan to fly towards the "Nine Phoenixes" as if bewitched.

Xue Ziyan's orders had no effect on them.

She murmured, "Those twelve human stakes were all members of the Xue family. No wonder he and Jiufeng merged so quickly later."

The next second, Xue Ziyan's expression changed drastically.

The six heads of the Nine Phoenixes, which had long since died and begun to rot, suddenly started to move with a strange "hehehe" laugh.

They opened their mouths wide and eagerly began to chew on their former "brothers".

Xue Ziyan almost vomited.

The winged people retreated in fear.

They discovered that the dead heads were not summoned by the Nine Phoenix Souls, but were controlled by the young sect leader of the Lingwei Sect!

It's a corpse-controlling technique from the ghost realm!