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Bright white light and dark black light raged and intertwined in the air, tearing and biting at each other.

Chen An's sword pierced through again and again, his spiritual power penetrating through each strike.

Jian Yunzhou had no marks on his body; he was like a black mist, yet clearly visible to Chen An.

Chen An tried every method imaginable: cutting off hands, cutting prices, cutting off heads.

Only when the ebony sword pierced his heart did the overwhelming demonic energy diminish even slightly.

Repeating the same thing over and over again inevitably leads to mistakes. A sharp blade formed from demonic energy sliced ​​across Chen An's cheek, dripping bright red blood. She simply used her immortal power to repair it, only to have it pierce Jian Yunzhou's heart once more.

Inside the dragon bone, Shuo Ye squatted beside Xi Le. This injury was remarkably similar to Xuan Qing Yuan's.

Even the pills provided by the system couldn't restore him immediately.

Blood kept flowing from Xile's mouth. She stared at Fugui with a dazed look in her eyes and mumbled something incoherently.

Fu Gui bent down and put his ear to Xi Le's mouth, but still couldn't hear clearly.

Shuoye gently nudged Fugui, who merely glanced at him before giving up his seat.

While the two were busy, Shuoyue, who was standing to the side, grasped the right index finger of Xile, which was hooked up.

In despair and resentment, Xile fell into a coma.

Fu Gui stared at Shuo Yue for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and instructed Shuo Ye, "Keep an eye on Xi Le. I'll go find Xuan Qingyuan with my dragon bone; he might have a solution."

He got up to leave, but then turned back, still worried, and said again, "I know she's your boss, but Xile has always treated you well."

Shuoyue watched the figure disappear and said casually, "I won't hurt her."

The echo returned, and Shuoyue clenched her hands, glanced left and right, picked up the stone bench that she had overturned in her madness, sat down, and stared blankly at Xile, whose breath was growing fainter and fainter.

Many disciples of the immortal sects noticed the flaws in the formation and were eager to rush in.

However, they were struggling to find the gap in the formation and dared not try it easily.

In the mountains and forests, Yao Lu arrived with several thousand high-level cultivators. These people, like Xu Siluo, were all bald, and their faces were marked with ravines resembling those of the Loess Plateau.

She accurately located the gap and led a large group of people into it.

With his head held high and chest out, he looked as if he were about to achieve great deeds.

It wasn't difficult for Chen An to deal with Jian Yunzhou; the only problem was that he was too difficult to completely eliminate.

Disciples from distant sects and families, seeing that someone had safely entered the formation, rubbed their hands together and flew over on their swords, many even surpassing Yao Lu, who was walking at the front.

From a distance, they looked like a swarm of bees whose hive had been destroyed, swarming out and flying up and down, flapping their wings with a determination to die.

Most of the people had entered, and there were already quite a few disciples of the Yihe Sect who cultivated spiritual power. They stood behind everyone else, constantly unleashing the fruits of their years of hard work.

Disciples specializing in spiritual power, wielding various weapons, charged towards the surging enemies.

Amidst the clash of swords and the shadows of spears, Chen An focused his attention on repairing the damaged core of the array.

The hurricane rose up, and cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage were powerless to resist. They were pulled and thrown away, and when they landed on the ground, they were swept away by the surging tide.

The disciples of the sects and families were reduced by more than half in an instant, while Yao Lu's team was unharmed.

The scene of the battle was horrific. After Chen An diverted some of his strength, the frequency of his thrusts into Jian Yunzhou's heart slowed down considerably.

Fu Gui landed in front of Xuan Qingyuan, who was holding a sword, placed the dragon bone on the ground, and quickly said, "Xile is injured."

As they were talking, Joy was brought out and found lying flat on the ground.

Xuan Qingyuan gazed at the dark mass in the distance and sheathed his sword.

He lost all his internal energy and his dantian was destroyed. He relied on the medicinal herbs given to him by Chen An to prolong his life.

Taking a sword down the mountain only leads to certain death.

If I can truly help Xile with my experience of surviving a near-death experience, it will be a way to put an end to my regrets.

He knelt on one knee beside Xile, carefully examined Xile's injuries, and guided Fugui to follow his instructions to activate the power in Xile's meridians.

The two beasts, Shuo Ye and Shuo Yue, remained inside the dragon bones. Shuo Ye shouted anxiously, repeatedly saying that he wanted to kill Jian Yunzhou with his own hands to vent his anger.

Shuoyue took out a piece of white paper and carefully read the words on it, her expression becoming increasingly solemn.

After half an hour, Fugui stopped.

Long Gu Zhong Shuo Ye was eager to come out. He called out Fu Gui's name loudly and asked about Xi Le's injuries.

Fu Gui put Xi Le into the dragon bone, and seeing Xuan Qingyuan pick up the sword again, he put him in as well.

"Please take care of Xile." Fu Gui was unusually polite, which made Xuan Qingyuan feel a little uncomfortable, and he frowned slightly.

Shuo Ye jumped to Xi Le's side, tilted his head and looked at her for a while. After confirming that Xi Le was no longer in danger, he turned around anxiously and pulled Fu Gui: "I'm going to help Chen An and smash that bastard Jian Yunzhou's heart with one claw."

Fu Gui nodded.

Seeing that Shuoyue seemed hesitant to speak, Fugui was somewhat surprised and asked with a glimmer of hope, "You want to help?"

Shuoyue opened her mouth but immediately closed it again, shook her head and looked into the distance.

After Fugui bid farewell to Xuan Qingyuan with Shuoye, he was about to leave when Shuoyue stopped him, saying, "You mustn't go; it's too dangerous outside."

Shuo Ye's amber eyes widened as she forcefully pulled her hand away, her voice trembling with tears: "Boss, how could you do this? Have you forgotten how you taught me before?"

Shuoyue was speechless for a moment, then grabbed Shuoye's hand and tugged at Fugui's sleeve: "I need to go and watch over Shuoye."

"Let go." Fu Gui pushed her hand away and tried to take Shuo Ye away.

Shuoyue rubbed the ring on her index finger with the pad of her thumb, then tugged at Fugui's sleeve again: "Leave me here, aren't you afraid I'll swallow them both whole?"

"Mental illness," Fu Gui muttered under his breath, then led Shuo Yue out of the Dragon Bone.

All three were otherworldly tanuki, and in an instant, they were beside the tank.

The tank grew to the size of a hill, flapping its wings to teach those ungrateful bastards a lesson.

Fu Gui and Shuo Ye dealt with the troublesome situation quickly, while Shuo Yue acted only in self-defense and did not harm anyone.

Wherever the spirit beasts passed, the enemy was wiped out, like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, relieving much of the pressure.

During this period, some of the independent cultivators who had been hiding outside the sect and the disciples who were traveling but unable to enter the sect returned.

As the disciples of Yihe Sect became more and more adept at their work, Chen An, seeing that the battle was improving, withdrew his forces and focused on dealing with Jian Yunzhou.

The battle below lasted for three days, and the disciples of Yihe Sect emerged victorious.

Chen An was about to succeed; she was just a hair's breadth away from tearing Jian Yunzhou to shreds.

The ebony sword whistled as it precisely pierced Jian Yunzhou's heart.

The black shadows dimmed for a moment, then burst forth with new life.

A fierce wind howled past, and an unfamiliar face appeared in the floating shadow. The limbs and body also began to mature. That person was still Jian Yunzhou.

He stood in front of Chen An, smiling with a furrowed brow.

"I should give myself a new name. What do you think? How about 'Immersive Shadow'?"

He chuckled again, shaking his head as if mocking himself: "No, no."

A golden light flashed, and Shuo Ye suddenly appeared beside Jian Yunzhou, extending his sharp claws to grab at his heart.

Chen An was startled and immediately used his immortal power to wrap around Shuo Ye.