Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1997 Xuan Yin is finished
The thick, inky demonic energy, carrying a bone-corroding, ferocious aura, surged and swept over the battle platform, completely engulfing it in an instant.

Within the demonic energy, an almost manic and violent aura emanated.

"What kind of trouble are they going to cause this time?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart suddenly tightened, and she cautiously flew up, flashing several times to reach the sky to avoid being tainted by the demonic energy.

With a flick of his sword finger, the Xuanyuan Sword shot out, two beams of sword light carrying unparalleled sword intent, slashing down at the surging demonic energy below.

However, the sword light sank into the deep sea like a pebble, without even causing a ripple, before being completely swallowed up by the thick demonic energy.

Liu Qinghuan felt a vague unease. After a moment's thought, she flipped her fingers and a talisman appeared in her hand.

This talisman is made of neither gold nor jade, and it is icy cold to the touch. Its size far exceeds that of ordinary talismans, measuring three feet long, one foot wide, and as thick as a thin book. It doesn't resemble a piece of paper at all, but rather a scepter.

The talisman is covered with layers of ancient seal script, creating an incredibly complex and intricate design.

Surrounded by runes as dense as a spider web, a ferocious beast with the body of a goat and the face of a human, with a large head and a huge mouth, was clearly imprinted, lying down and sleeping as if in a deep slumber.

Even though it was just printed on the talisman, that primitive and fierce aura from the wilderness still emanated continuously.

Liu Qinghuan stroked the talisman with her fingertips, then hesitated.

The Xuan Yin is currently at its limit, fighting like a cornered beast. Wasting another True Spirit Manifestation Talisman at this point would be far too wasteful...

It should be noted that he only possessed three True Spirit Manifestation Talismans, which could summon true spirits with cultivation levels above the Loose Immortal realm.

Since obtaining it, he had never used it, harboring a certain curiosity and eagerness to test its power.

After careful consideration, Liu Qinghuan, with a hint of regret, flipped her finger and put the precious talisman back into her storage ring.

He looked down at the increasingly chaotic demonic energy below. Within that black tide, the ferocious aura grew stronger and stronger, as if at any moment, a terrifying monster capable of destroying the world would break free from its cage.

Amidst the astonished and breathless gazes of countless cultivators below the stage, Liu Qinghuan turned around, her figure vanishing into nothingness like a faint, imperceptible phantom.

The moment he disappeared, the surging demonic energy suddenly exploded!

A dark figure shot out from the demonic tide with lightning speed, slashing down with a sword!

The blade flashed like snow, but it missed its target.

The dark figure turned around, revealing its true form.

He had a pair of jet-black demonic horns on his head, and his face was as red as blood. His original features were all distorted, and two raging demonic flames burned in his sunken eye sockets.

His body swelled to about ten feet tall, his muscles bulging like cast iron, and his entire body was covered in thick, dark demonic armor. The armor plates were covered with strange demonic patterns, each plate gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster, making it clear that it was impervious to swords and spears.

At this moment, Xuan Yin resembled his Dharma form, but was even more mad and ferocious. The violent aura around him was almost tangible, as if he would completely lose control and self-destruct at any moment.

His previous injuries seemed to have fully healed, and two curved blades, like two cold moons, had sprouted from the outside of his arms.

With a single slash, Xuan Yin's chest erupted with a deafening roar, and he became like a savage beast enraged by a sudden attack, wildly slashing and hacking at everything in sight.

"Is he crazy?"

Below the battle platform, the spectators were dumbfounded and astonished.

Many people also saw through the trick: "What did I tell you? Xuan Yin was just putting on a brave face. Now he's been exposed!"

"So when he was shouting so loudly that he had won and kept asking the battle platform barrier to be opened, he actually wanted to escape?"

"That should be true..."

On the other side, Li Shan looked at the beast rampaging on the stage, his thin lips slightly parted, and he uttered a cold judgment.

"Xuan Yin is finished."

Once you lose your mind on the battlefield, you're not far from death.

Before the words were finished, a barely perceptible ripple suddenly appeared in the void.

Liu Qinghuan's figure appeared silently behind Xuan Yin like a ghost, without any warning. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand reappeared, and the golden and purple sword light suddenly erupted, carrying a heaven-shattering sharpness, and slashed fiercely towards Xuan Yin's vital back!
But this sword light, powerful enough to shatter mountains, struck Xuan Yin's black armor as if it were hitting a smooth stone. The blade instantly veered off course, gliding along the armor plates before crashing heavily to the ground.

Liu Qinghuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected that this demonic armor would have the ability to deflect force and break swords.

In that instant of hesitation, Xuan Yin had already reacted. His massive body spun around with a nimbleness completely out of proportion to his size, and his two crescent-shaped arm blades slashed across the air with a sharp whistling sound!

But where the blade swept, it only left a faint afterimage before Liu Qinghuan's figure merged back into the void and disappeared without a trace.

After failing twice in a row, Xuan Yin's anger and resentment surged to the extreme, causing him to become completely enraged.

He roared to the sky, a roar that shook the very soul. The demonic energy around him swept outwards like a tsunami, and his two arm blades slashed wildly in all directions, each strike shattering space and leaving behind dark spatial cracks.

As if trying to overturn the entire battle platform, those scarlet demonic eyes frantically scanned every inch of the surrounding void, attempting to capture even the slightest trace of Liu Qinghuan.

But the immortal magic is so elusive and cannot be easily seen through; all efforts are in vain.

However, the moment Liu Qinghuan's figure appeared in a corner of the battle stage, Xuan Yin's gaze instantly shifted to her and locked onto her.

He let out a deep, beast-like roar, stomped his feet on the ground, and the ground cracked instantly. He charged towards Liu Qinghuan like a sharp arrow, carrying overwhelming demonic energy!

Just as Xuan Yin was about to rush forward, Liu Qinghuan remained calm, flicked his sleeve, and a gray light shot out from his sleeve.

That was the Immortal Binding Rope. The moment it flew out, it was like a long snake that had gained sentience, nimbly dodging the arm blade that Xuan Yin was slashing at, and darting to his side like lightning.

Xuan Yin roared angrily, raised his other arm, and slashed fiercely at the Immortal Binding Rope.

However, this blade, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, did not even leave a scratch on the rope. Instead, the Immortal Binding Rope wrapped around his arm.

Xuan Yin's pupils shrank suddenly. Just as he was about to break free, the Immortal Binding Rope spread out like a malignant tumor, wrapping around his arms, waist, and legs in circles.

In the blink of an eye, his burly body was bound tightly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. In the end, he fell heavily onto the battle platform like a tightly wrapped rice dumpling, sending shards of stone flying across the ground.

"what--!"

The furious roar was earth-shattering. Xuan Yin's eyes were bloodshot, his muscles bulged, and he struggled frantically with all his might.

But the Immortal Binding Rope had the miraculous effect of becoming stronger the stronger it was. The more he struggled, the tighter the rope became, digging deep into his black armor, making his bones crack and making him unable to move at all.

With a light tap of her toes, Liu Qinghuan flashed to his side like a streak of light, her fingertips forming a hand seal as she prepared to strike the major acupoints on his body.

But when the fingertips touched the cold, hard black armor, the plates were thick and solid, covering the body completely, making it impossible to touch.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze swept over the cold-looking black armor, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

This black armor is made of extraordinary materials and can deflect and redirect sword intent; it's a rare and valuable item...

"I admit it..."

Xuan Yin cried out in panic, but before he could utter the word "lose," a tremendous force suddenly gripped his throat.

Liu Qinghuan leaned down slightly, looking at the other person's eyes, which seemed to have suddenly regained their clarity, showing no trace of madness. A cold smile couldn't help but curl up at the corner of her mouth.

"Not pretending to be crazy anymore?"

Xuan Yin's heart sank. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat bones creaked and he couldn't make a sound.

"Xuan Yin, after fighting this far, you don't think that admitting defeat will make everything alright and that nothing will have happened, do you?"

Liu Qinghuan leaned close to Xuan Yin's ear, her voice so soft it was almost a murmur.

"Since you've repeatedly tried to kill me, you shouldn't expect me to let you go now!"

A soft sigh echoed in his ears. Xuan Yin stared intently at Liu Qinghuan's cold eyes, feeling a chill run down his spine and a sense of regret rising in his heart.

“If you want to kill me, then kill me. What else do you want…?” he managed to squeeze out with great difficulty.

"It'll be quick, don't rush," Liu Qinghuan said, glancing at the audience below with a slight flicker in her eyes, and then beckoning.

In an instant, thick azure clouds rose from his body, quickly engulfing the two figures.