If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The gale-force winds within the spatial passage were like countless invisible steel blades, frantically slicing through the protective aura.

Xie Buci's usually half-drunk, half-awake peach blossom eyes were now frighteningly clear-headed.

Just a moment after the teleportation beam hit the ground.

He keenly sensed an extremely faint spatial fluctuation anomaly on the side of the procession.

That's the unique frequency of the array's random teleportation.

Without any hesitation, he used his divine sense to scan the group of his three junior sisters and brothers to see if they were closely following the main force.

The seventh squad of Saintess Lin Miaoyin, who was supposed to be with the main group, and Mo Chengyue, who was at the back as a "mascot," have all disappeared without a trace.

Not even a scrap of clothing remained.

"Tsk."

Xie Buci's brows furrowed into a tight knot in an instant.

But he didn't shout or try to forcibly reverse the teleportation array.

That's courting death.

This is the ruins of immortals and demons, where the power of laws is greater than the heavens.

"That third kid is like a cockroach, he's incredibly tough."

Xie Buci took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

The white jade wine pot in his hand spun around and was stored in his storage ring.

Instead.

It was a long, blue sword wreathed in electric arcs.

"boom--!"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly stopped.

The moment my feet touched solid ground, a nauseating stench of blood assaulted my senses.

Xie Buci narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

Qin Wanzhuang was in her group, flicking the spatial debris off her sword with a look of disgust.

Wenren Ji stared blankly at his sword, his eyes vacant.

Ye Wushang was checking his priceless purple-gold robe for any wrinkles.

Xiao Fan and Ye Changfeng stood back to back, cautiously sensing their surroundings.

"What bad luck."

Xie Buci tilted his head back and took a swig of wine.

I don't know if they're saying Mo Chengyue has bad luck.

Or is it saying... that the unlucky bunch who are about to meet them have bad luck?

Because it was less than a hundred feet in front of them.

The air suddenly distorted.

Dozens of figures dressed in Taoist robes of different colors had just recovered from the dizziness caused by teleportation.

Well-dressed and dignified.

Luoxia Sect, Wanfo Zen Temple, and Ziyun Pavilion, which is famous for its alchemy.

They were all righteous elites.

The leader was a bald monk wearing a kasaya, holding a string of prayer beads the size of a baby's fist.

Two Taoist priests with swords on their backs stood nearby.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The other party had clearly also noticed the attire of the people on this side.

Hehuan Sect.

The Heavenly Demon Cult.

Blood River Cult.

Everyone is a demonic cultivator.

What incredible luck!

A car crash as soon as you landed?

It was a direct confrontation between the top combat forces of the righteous and demonic paths.

"A demonic prodigy!"

The bald monk was the first to react.

He let out a loud shout, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"To eliminate demons and uphold justice, let us do this today!"

"Fellow Daoists, kill!"

No nonsense.

They're mortal enemies from the moment they meet.

These are the rules of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield.

Dozens of beams of light instantly illuminated the dark sky, making it as bright as day.

"Oh."

A cold laugh filled with utter disdain rang out.

Ye Wushang twisted his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

"It's already annoying enough."

"And then I ran into this bunch of hypocritical bald monks."

"Perfect."

"Use you as a sacrifice for our flag!"

He flipped his wrist.

A thick stack of purple talismans appeared in his palm.

There must have been at least a hundred of them.

Each one exudes the terrifying aura of a full-force attack from a Core Formation stage cultivator.

"Go to hell, you poor wretches!"

Ye Wushang has no special skills.

It's simply about throwing money around.

The talismans transformed into a sky full of lightning and fire, blasting towards the opposite side as if they were free.

at the same time.

A black afterimage vanished from the spot in an instant.

Xiao Fan.

He wasn't as flashy as Ye Wushang.

The spear in his hand transformed into a bloodthirsty black dragon at that moment.

The bald monk hadn't even had a chance to unleash his Golden Bell Shield.

A glint of cold light had already reached his brow.

"puff!"

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

Only the dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh could be heard.

The monk now had a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Without pausing, Xiao Fan swept his spear horizontally, smashing the alchemy furnace of a nearby Ziyun Pavilion disciple to pieces.

"Too weak."

Xiao Fan's eyes were icy cold.

He was a heartless killing machine who charged into the flock of sheep.

On the other side.

A figure in a green robe slowly stepped forward.

Ye Changfeng.

He didn't even draw his sword.

He simply pointed his fingers together to form a sword and made a light slash in the air.

"Sword One".

A thin line, barely visible to the naked eye, sliced ​​through the air.

The two sword cultivators from the Luoxia Sect felt a chill on their necks.

Then.

Their vision began to spin.

He saw his headless corpse gushing blood.

"Damn it!"

"How can he be so strong?!"

The righteous path was completely thrown into chaos.

They originally thought they were just a group of ordinary disciples of the Demonic Sect.

Who would have thought.

This is an all-star lineup from the Demon Sect!

More than half of the top ten on the Heavenly Pride Ranking are here!

Even the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who hadn't made a move yet, was now filled with murderous intent.

He scanned the righteous crowd with a gloomy gaze.

I didn't see that red figure.

I didn't smell that familiar fragrance either.

Lin Miaoyin is not here.

His prey was lost.

This made him very unhappy.

"roll!"

The young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect raised his hand and struck with a palm.

The pitch-black handprint, carrying a suffocating demonic aura, instantly turned the three righteous cultivators who attempted to launch a sneak attack into a bloody pulp.

Xie Buci stood at the very back, fanning himself with a folding fan.

Looking at the chaotic battle ahead, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he frowned.

It's too messy.

Completely haphazard.

It's all about individual heroism.

If this were to encounter the true core formation of the righteous path, it would be easily defeated one by one.

Someone has to control the situation.

"Belongs to Qingquan Peak!"

Xie Buci suddenly closed his folding fan, focused his energy in his dantian, and let out a clear shout.

That shout.

It pierced through the noisy battlefield.

Qin Wanzhuang and Wenren Ji, who were wielding weapons, instinctively stopped what they were doing.

This is muscle memory developed over many years.

"Form ranks!"

Xie Buci made a hand seal, and the blue lightning on his body surged.

He flashed and took over the Eastern Azure Dragon position.

"Azure Dragon, heed my command!"

Although Qin Wanzhuang looked disgusted by the bloodstains all over the ground, she immediately retreated and occupied the Vermilion Bird position in the south.

A long sword points to the sky, and flames rise.

"The Vermilion Bird has returned to its rightful place!"

Wenren Ji remained silent.

But he had already appeared in the White Tiger position in the west, holding a sword.

A deathly still sword intent surged into the sky.

"White Tiger...is here."

Three terrifying auras soared into the sky.

They intertwined in the air, vaguely forming the prototype of a huge formation.

Its power and influence are unparalleled.

The remaining cultivators of the righteous path were terrified.

This level of formation.

Once it takes shape, it might flatten this entire mountain!

"It's over!"

"What kind of ancient killing formation is this?!"

"Run!"

however.

A breath has passed.

Two breaths passed.

The formation, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, was still not finished with its final stroke.

Xie Buci maintained that handsome hand seal posture.

The flames surrounding Qin Wanzhuang distorted the air around her.

Wenren Ji's sword energy had already split the ground.

but.

north.

That most crucial Xuanwu position.

Empty.

Only a cold wind blew by, stirring up a few withered yellow leaves.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Just as Ye Wushang blasted an enemy away with a punch, he turned around and saw this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Xie Buci, are you drunk?"

"Where's your junior brother who's always in the background?"

"What kind of formation are you talking about if you're only one player short?!"

Xie Buci blushed.

sloppy.

I'm used to the old rhythm of "junior brother covering for you, everyone just being reckless".

Have you forgotten that the hardest "turtle shell" isn't here today?

Without Mo Chengyue as a mediator and reconciler.

The three of them have completely conflicting power attributes.

Forced formation.

The only outcome would be that before killing the enemy, you'd blow yourself up first.