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The ashes of the White Bone Master had not yet completely dissipated, and the lingering killing aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation still trembled between heaven and earth.

But at that moment...

"Buzz!"

A terrifying pressure, ten or even a hundred times stronger than that of the White Bone Master, descended without warning!

The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sun.

A blurry, enormous phantom formed from countless tiny bone fragments and their shimmering light slowly emerged.

The phantom was hundreds of feet tall, its features obscured, with only two empty eye sockets from which pale white flames of the soul flickered.

His mere glance sent chills down the spines of those below, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Who...?"

"How dare you destroy my disciple's skeletal soul?!"

The aged voice resounded directly into the depths of everyone's consciousness, carrying endless coldness and tyranny.

The women's expressions changed drastically!

This pressure... far surpasses that of the White Bone Master from before!

Even those who had just broken through to the Golden Core stage felt an irresistible tremor deep within their souls.

"snort."

A lazy yet crystal-clear snort pierced through the suffocating pressure like a sharp sword.

Master's wife, Su Meili, took a step forward barefoot, her red dress remaining perfectly still under the invisible pressure.

She raised her naturally alluring face, her phoenix eyes filled with coldness and disdain, staring directly at the enormous, illusory bone shadow.

"A mere afterimage of a thought dares to play tricks here?"

Su Meili's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating power that went straight to the heart of the matter, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"And judging from the aura of this thought, you should be millions of miles away right now, right?"

Su Meili's red lips curled into an extremely sarcastic smile.

"It's you... Su Meili from the Tai Xuan Sword Sect?"

"Very well... I've remembered this. The hatred for killing your disciple, the resentment for extinguishing your very soul... I will ensure that your entire sect is annihilated, soul and spirit, and suffer the torment of your souls being consumed by bone fire for eternity!"

The phantom's voice grew even more sinister.

Before the words were finished, the enormous phantom suddenly collapsed inward.

In an instant, it transformed into a grayish-white beam of light, exuding an ominous, cursed aura, and shot directly towards the Tai Xuan Sword Sect members below!

"Be careful!"

Liu Ruyan exclaimed in surprise, and the sword light of the Zhuxian Sword Formation rose again in an attempt to intercept it.

That gray-white cursed light actually pierced through the sword energy interception of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Like invisible dust, it silently seeped into the brows of everyone present.

Zhou Tian felt a chill between his brows.

[Ding! The host has been cursed by the White Bone Ancestor!]

[Curse Effect: When the host enters the core range of the White Bone Ancestor's divine sense, the host will be immediately detected and their location locked.]

The curse law of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

He looked at himself on Sunday, his face slightly somber.

But then, his furrowed brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I thought it was some powerful curse, but it turns out it was just a coordinate."

The women were taken aback.

A strange light flashed in Su Meili's eyes as she looked at Zhou Tian.

This kid's temperament is surprisingly stable.

"Zhou Tian, ​​do not be careless."

When the master's wife spoke, her tone returned to its usual languidness.

"Master's wife, do you know this person? Do you know his background?"

Zhou Tian asked.

Su Meili nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

"The White Bone Ancestor is one of the giants of the demonic path. His cultivation level is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

She paused, then changed the subject.

"However, as I just said, even with his peak Nascent Soul stage cultivation, it would take him at least several years to come and seek revenge on us."

Her gaze slowly swept over Zhou Tian, ​​then over Liu Ruyan and the other disciples, her expression complex.

Just when you've solved one problem, you've gotten yourself into an even bigger one.

"One year?"

Zhou Tian nodded, not taking it to heart.

A year is enough time for Zhou Tian to marry many wives.

He suddenly smiled, turned his gaze to Su Meili, and said meaningfully.

"Master's wife, now that our crisis has been resolved, it's time to consider rebuilding the sect."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible blush quickly swept across Su Meili's stunningly beautiful face.

But it was quickly overshadowed by a deeper sense of languid allure.

Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at Zhou Tian, ​​a look that was both alluring and carried a profound meaning that only the two of them could understand.

Su Meili didn't reply, but simply took light steps and walked up to Zhou Tian.

Under the complex gazes of her fellow senior sisters, filled with curiosity, inquiry, and understanding, she extended her slender, jade-like index finger.

With a stunned expression, Zhou Tian gently tapped his forehead.

I tapped it three times, not too hard, not too soft.

Then, Su Meili withdrew her hand, said nothing, but looked at Zhou Tian with her deep phoenix eyes.

That look in his eyes was complex and hard to decipher; it contained a warning, an expectation, a resolute determination that left no room for retreat, and a subtle, indescribable quality.

Immediately, a red shadow flashed, and Su Meili transformed into a streak of light, disappearing directly from everyone's sight.

"Junior brother, what does Master's wife mean by this?"

Liu Ruyan was the first to lose her composure and stepped forward, her cool face filled with doubt.

She naturally thought of the ambiguous atmosphere when her master's wife left Zhou Tian alone before the great battle, but the riddle of "three taps" was really hard to understand.

Zi Ling's eyes darted around, a mischievous smile appearing on her alluring face. She nudged Zhao Qinglian beside her with her elbow, saying, "Junior Sister Qinglian, you're quite well-read, do you even know what Master's wife means by this?"