Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

The battle at the Western Camp has reached an extremely chaotic state.

The spirit made its move, and its tiny body stirred up turmoil in all directions with a celestial blade.

With the interference of Chen Xixi and Su Xiaoxiao, the troublemaking duo, Yin Wang and his group were heading towards Yan Er and his group, which effectively reduced the fighting strength of Yan Er's side.

Below, the six fortresses continued to bombard the camp for nearly half an hour. The camp was no longer what it used to be; it was now a scene of devastation, with broken walls and ruins all around. All traces of the past had long since vanished.

Many Faceless Ones have already been blasted out of the rules, and the artifact spirits are itching to see this.

Unfortunately, the phantom above seemed endless; it simply couldn't stop.

It was anxious, but the Yin Wang was even more anxious. No one knew how long Han Yu could hold out; time was still an extreme luxury for them.

"Was that bald guy someone you knew back then?"

Suddenly, Yin Wang remembered something and quickly spoke.

Although he wasn't there that day, he could see it clearly in the small world through the millstone; the bald man seemed to have some connection with Han Yu.

They're more than just acquaintances; they're in cahoots.

The spirit quickly replied, "He is one of ours."

The demon's eyes gleamed, and it almost burst out laughing.

“He didn’t die completely; his soul has taken over the magic circle above his head. Try to wake him up and let him control the magic circle to temporarily block the millstone.”

The spirit was completely confused. Was Yi Xian not truly dead?

Is it even possible to control a magic array?
“I once heard a celestial being say that the magic array and the millstone are used together. If He wasn’t lying to me, then it definitely works.”

Yin Wang hurriedly explained, and even kept urging him on.

The spirit of the weapon was skeptical, but it continued to swing its knife and shout loudly.

"Yixian, can you hear me? Look at me, I am the spirit of the artifact, Han Yu's spirit of the artifact. Can you help us?"

The shouts carried for a moment, but there was no response.

Just as the spirit of the artifact was about to give up, a sudden sound came from the void, and a magic array with six gaps appeared beneath the millstone.

The spirit's face lit up with excitement as it shouted, "You're really not quite dead! Han Yu and the others will be so happy to know!"

Although the magic array remained motionless, a soft golden light gradually shone down, and it was under this golden light that the faceless beings let out shrill screams.

Suddenly, the spirit seemed to catch a glimpse of Yixian's figure in a daze. He was still the same bald man, curiously examining it before speaking, "Didn't I give him the power to restrain the Yama Palace?"

The spirit was stunned for a moment, and when it came to its senses, there was no sign of Yi Xian. Everything seemed like a dream.

But it was certain that it had just been communicated with by a string in some form.

As for the power he gave to Han Yu, that is indeed true.

However, Han Yu stopped caring about it after giving his power to the senior monks of the Garan Temple.

Subsequently, ordinary cultivators from the Yama Palace withdrew from the stage, and these faceless beings took their place.

That wouldn't have much effect, so the matter was gradually forgotten.

However, Ichigen's move just now clearly demonstrated that his power was equally effective against the Faceless Ones.

This is also a big deal, and the spirit decided to inform the others properly afterward.

But now, it looked up and shouted again, "Yixian, you're just blocking them for me like this. I need to get the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic array shone even brighter, completely blocking the bottom of the millstone.

The speed at which the phantom materialized suddenly stopped, and those who slipped through the net, even the faceless beings at the Divine Path Realm, struggled under the golden light.

Perhaps those at the Divine Path Realm can still resist, but those faceless beings at the Divine Platform Realm are now surrounded by wisps of green smoke, as if they are on fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the spirit charged in again, carrying the jade bowl. With one hand, it wielded the Hexi Slash as if cutting melons and vegetables, while with the other hand, it shakily caught the rules one by one with the jade bowl.

Before long, the rules of the entire camp were almost completely broken. Yan Er and the others were furious and shouted at Yin Wang and his group.

"You will all die, you all deserve to die."

With a mocking smile, Yin Wang coldly replied, "Having lost so many rules, you should first think about how you're going to survive!"

The more he laughed, the happier he became, until finally he couldn't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Spirit, prepare to retreat."

Now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need for them to continue fighting.

The spirit, holding the jade bowl, quickly flew out of the camp. Before leaving, it shouted to the sky, "Take care of yourself. I'll have Han Yu and the others find a way to rescue you."

After saying that, he sped off and quickly rejoined the crowd outside.

Yin Wang and the others stopped fighting and led the way to protect the fortress and leave, seeing that Yan Er and the others still wanted to fight.

"You'd better think it through and see if you're confident you can keep us here."

The demon laughed mockingly, and the weapon spirit drew the Hexi Slash again. In the distance, lightning flashed, and the old Taoist priest and the fortress had not gone far when six red lightning bolts pierced the sky.

After Yan Er and his companions narrowly escaped, none of them dared to give chase.

If this group were to join forces to attack them now, they would likely end up like Yan San and Yan Si.

overseas!

Under the simultaneous bombardment of fourteen fortresses, and with Wuxian, the traitor, pointing out the flaw, the situation became even more dire.

Finally, with a loud bang, the stone platform gradually fell from mid-air.

"You're not him!"

Bai Lu hesitated to confront the Soul Armor head-on, but eventually had to. After being slashed, her face contorted instantly.

This clumsy trick still managed to fool him in the end.

They look alike and have the same aura, but their strength is far inferior, and the sword is fake.

But because of the trauma he had suffered before, he didn't have the courage to verify it.

Wuxian and the others were already at their limit. Forcibly raising their Dharma bodies would ultimately result in too much damage. It was truly remarkable that they had managed to hold on until now.

"You all deserve to die!"

Bai Lu's face was already ferocious and terrifying. After gritting her teeth and speaking, she unleashed three Dharma forms at the same time, determined to completely annihilate her opponent.

Before he could even make a move, six streaks of red lightning roared in as he hurriedly approached, forcibly forcing him closer.

Wuxian's face lit up with joy, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Without even turning his head, he already knew that the other side had succeeded.

After a group of powerful individuals quickly gathered, they all attacked Bai Lu and her two companions.

Almost a carbon copy of the previous match, the duo of Su Xiaoxiao and Chen Xixi continued to cause trouble, allowing the remaining strong fighters to take action and quickly gain the upper hand.

Below, with the addition of six more fortresses, there is also the existence of the old Taoist priest, who possesses extraordinary power.

The area around the stone platform was filled with rolling lightning, with twenty red lightning bolts striking at once.

Under such pressure, the stone platform collapsed at an increasingly rapid pace, and its fall was even faster.

The spirit of the artifact, carrying the jade bowl, had already stormed in, rummaging around and picking up all sorts of things with great enthusiasm.

“You traitors will surely be wiped out.”

Bai Lu's bluster was all bark and no bite.

The old Taoist priest and the others sneered in unison. What are traitors? They're just trying to make a living.

Besides, the celestial beings are probably more concerned about whether they should descend themselves; as for the others?
Only when the celestial beings can destroy the Heavenly Dao will it be their turn.

……

Taiyi and Yuanchu were indeed having a headache.

Especially since the Primordial One already knew everything that had happened in the camp and had been preparing to return, but Han Yu insisted on stopping him.

When he has the ability to maintain checks and balances, he hardly needs to think too much.

Taiyi tried to break free from the possession, but Han Yu refused.

"None of you are leaving today!"

Han Yu's red-stained, dried robes fluttered in the sea breeze, and the sight of him wielding the Heavenly Bell in one hand and the River West Slayer in the other made everyone grit their teeth in hatred.

“Once our true forms descend, we will surely kill you.”

Taiyi sneered, "Since the other party wants to play, then we can just give up this puppet's physical body."

Yuan Chu spoke in a cold voice, "If you think that this little bit of power is enough to restrain me, you are dreaming."

Han Yu's response was a string of cold laughs, "I'll be waiting for you!"

If you dare to come down, Heaven will punish you first.

Further words were of no use, and the two sides once again engaged in fierce combat. Han Yu used the Heavenly Dao Bell to smash his opponent back repeatedly, while his Hexi Slash was also gleaming with a chilling light.

The tiny figure beneath that thousand-foot-tall Buddha image was now gaining increasing power.

With a single slash, Bai Lu's Dharma image was cut in half, leaving a huge gash.

With a single slash, half of Yan Ba's body was shattered.

With one stroke, Yan Shi's right arm was severed.

Taiyi and Yuanchu attacked together, and Han Yu stepped forward with the Heavenly Dao Bell. The bell rang continuously, and the suppressed aftershocks slowly spread out, causing turmoil in the vast sea and disrupting its tranquility.

With each successive attack, Han Yu became increasingly exhilarated.

The next moment, he felt all his pent-up energy released, and he couldn't help but roar to the sky, shaking the surrounding area with the power of his physical body.

After the Heavenly Bell flew up and hovered above his head, Han Yu charged forward with only his sword.

Taiyi withdrew, and as his enormous figure stretched out, destructive power continued to gather. This time, it was no longer thunder, but rather a finger filled with destruction.

With a single finger, all things fall silent.

Han Yu used the aurora to dart left and right, his figure like a ghost, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

As his physical body grew stronger, his speed increased even further.

It was so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up; even a celestial clone couldn't accurately predict where Han Yu would appear in the next instant.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and Han Yu appeared from the side, slashing down with the Hexi Slash, which struck the giant finger squarely.

Like a thunderbolt striking a volcano, the light instantly became dazzling and brilliant, marking the first time the rules had collided so violently.

He Xizhan suffered his first break in his life. Of course, his opponent was not having an easy time either, as his huge finger was severed at the root, and golden smoothness poured out from the break.

What appears to be a simple case is in fact a contest between destruction and balance, and between plunder.

Taiyi felt that he had not lost to Han Yu, but to his own rules.

But still feeling angry, she raised her other hand again, as if to swat him down like an insect.

Han Yu looked up at the enormous arm that seemed to support the heavens, a beam of light suddenly erupted, and he charged forward fiercely, wielding the Hexi Scythe. (End of Chapter)