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The blue mist turned into cold dew and dripped onto the floor of the Tianyuan Sect.

The cold dew seemed to come alive, silently beginning to stir.

Chen An was sitting opposite Xi Le, describing in detail the rules of the cultivation continent.

Two low wooden houses stood side by side. Through the crack in the door, Hanlu recognized the cultivator sitting cross-legged. With a slight thought, she sent out the message.

A thousand meters away on the back mountain, a cold light suddenly appeared. The demonic cultivator saw the newcomer, raised his arms and shouted that he was determined to take down the Tianyuan Sect tonight.

In a short while, hundreds of thousands of demonic cultivators arrived.

The bells and drums of the Tianyuan Sect rang out, waking tens of thousands of people. Before they could even get angry, they grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

The noise was deafening, but Chen An didn't notice it. If Fu Gui hadn't entered the dragon bone, she probably wouldn't have found out until late at night.

He had been in a state of deep meditation for more than three days. Judging by the time, the demonic cultivators should have made their move by now.

Chen An dared not delay and rushed to help as soon as he received the information.

As she chanted the incantation and was about to leave, Joy stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"I'll go as well."

Chen An turned around and met Xi Le's determined gaze.

“Perhaps now is a good opportunity.” She smiled and took Xile’s arm; the two had already entered the cabin.

Xu Wuhen's aura was very chaotic, and it seemed that they had reached a crucial point.

Having abandoned the idea of ​​waking Xu Wuhen, Chen An grabbed Xi Le and Fu Gui and teleported them to a distant place.

A cliff ten thousand meters high, a chilling wind howling, and a hundred thousand demonic cultivators a thousand meters away marching toward one place.

Chen An pulled a cloth bag from his chest, which contained nine dragon bones.

With a wave of her hand, she scattered ten thousand troops here, and with the help of the teleportation array, a hundred thousand troops were placed in all directions.

These 100,000 demonic cultivators are mostly cultivators at the stage of opening meridians and establishing foundations, and their abilities are not strong.

Compared to the demonic cultivators who attacked the Tianyuan Sect, they were far inferior.

Despite being fellow demonic cultivators, Chen An's servants were able to identify each other through their marks.

The leader of the demonic cultivators was initially unaware, assuming that the newcomers also wanted a share of the spoils, never expecting to be surrounded.

Their divine senses swept across the land, confirming that they were just insignificant minions, and they continued their advance with disdain.

Chen An concealed his aura, and with the human forms of Fu Gui and Xi Le, he weaved through the crowd, targeting the Nascent Soul stage cultivators and taking them in one by one.

In half an hour, the three of them captured fifteen demonic cultivators.

Fu Gui stepped on someone's shoulders and set his sights on a demonic cultivator who had achieved the Lesser Completion of Yin and Yang.

Chen An wanted to stop him, but he couldn't keep up with Fu Gui's speed. In an instant, the man was tackled to the ground.

Without hesitation, Chen An stepped forward and took the man away.

"With his help, things will be much easier from now on." Fu Gui grinned mischievously, bouncing around on the man's stomach.

Just as it was feeling happy, a cold light shot straight towards it.

With a loud snort, the tank blocked Fugui's path.

Chen An, holding the ebony sword, stepped forward to examine the tank's injuries. He saw a shallow cut on its skin, but nothing serious.

"Oh, is it you?"

Beneath the weeping willows, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves and long robe fluttering in the wind, both beautiful and eerie.

She did recognize someone like that; Shen Ya from Wanbaozhai in Pingnan City.

"Remember now?" Shen Ya curled her lips and strolled over. "Little sister, you've really tricked me. In the blink of an eye, you'll be at the Two Elements level too."

Chen An lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and remained silent. In the instant he withdrew his hands, he threw out a Xuan Lei array.

Eighty-one purple lightning bolts descended from the sky, illuminating the surrounding area.

While Shen Ya was entangled, Chen An and the others escaped from there.

Fu Gui held his head high, but kept stealing glances at Chen An, his guilty conscience barely concealed.

Chen An turned it onto his shoulder, patted its head, and couldn't help but laugh.

Joy laughed along with them.

“There’s a squad of five Nascent Soul cultivators to the south.” Fu Gui’s beard twitched.

Chen An felt a little uneasy. He used his mental power to scan the area and, finding no other powerful figures nearby, prepared to make his move.

First, eight demonic cultivators stepped forward and spoke to them. When they were off guard, they knocked them down, and Chen An could then take them in.

Chen An hid in the shadows, using his divine sense to watch the actions of the group. When he saw that they had successfully taken down the group, he got up and stepped forward, but his legs were bound by a gauze scarf, and he was suddenly dragged away into the distance.

The man moved with incredible speed; even Fu Gui, known for his speed, didn't have time to react before Chen An disappeared into the forest.

Fortunately, she was conscious and determined that it was Shen Ya who had attacked her. She carried out her plan with the resolve to die.

The ebony sword unleashed a burst of sword energy, tearing a slit in the gauze scarf.

Chen An swung his sword again, the sword energy like a venomous snake baring its fangs, exuding murderous intent.

Shen Ya could see it clearly. With a slight push of her thumb, a barrier about a hundred meters long appeared in front of her.

The sword energy slammed into the barrier, and Han Ye let out a series of screams. The buzzing sound made the legs of the Core Formation cultivator a thousand meters away tremble.

Even Chen An couldn't cross the gap of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The powerful venomous snake could only hold out for a short while before being swallowed up by the barrier.

Giving her no chance to breathe, energy was gathering at the very center of the barrier, and the black beam of light was rotating clockwise, faster and faster.

The spiritual energy, carrying the vegetation, rushed towards the barrier, creating a fierce wind. Chen An was torn apart and swept into the turbulent current.

In the heat of the moment, the ebony sword was plunged into the ground with all its might, and spiritual energy extended along the sword's tip, entangling the tree roots a hundred meters below.

Shen Ya raised her right hand, placed her index finger between her eyes, slowly slid it down, gently stroked her nose and chin, and stopped at her Adam's apple.

As if sensing something, they lost interest in continuing to play.

The gale suddenly stopped, and silence returned to the surroundings.

With a cold laugh, a deep and elegant voice entered Chen An's mind: "Never again."

Chen An's heart tightened. He drew his long sword, placed it in his bosom, and chanted an incantation.

The golden barrier unfolded instantly, transforming into a sphere that enveloped Chen An's body.

The uncut scarf tightened again, pulling Chen An towards the barrier.

The sword energy was sharp, yet it couldn't harm the thin veil in the slightest.

Just as Chen An was about to crash head-on into the barrier, the energy gathered within it surged out.

He gripped the ebony sword tightly in his hand, each swing capable of knocking down a massive object.

After several hundred strikes, Chen An's strength weakened considerably, but he never considered giving up.

Life and death are separated by a hair's breadth. Shenya is very satisfied with his artwork, but after looking at it for a long time, he inevitably gets bored.

He murmured to himself, "May you have good fortune." Then he sat cross-legged on the short-feathered pheasant, humming a little tune, and headed towards the Tianyuan Sect.

The hundred-meter-tall tree trunk spun and rose into the sky, then crashed down heavily at the top, plunging half of itself into the ground. The half that was above ground immediately exploded, sending sparks flying.

A spark fell onto a dry leaf and immediately ignited a fire. The fire grew larger and larger, and the spherical barrier could only withstand the external force.

Before long, Chen An was drenched in sweat.

The nearby vegetation was still bursting forth, and she couldn't free her hands to put out the fire, so she could only rely on her cultivation to hold on.

Even if a cultivator's physical endurance far exceeds that of an ordinary person, it is still difficult for them to survive in a sea of ​​fire.