At the beginning, I cleaned the Sutra Library and completed the incomplete skills.

Buzz!

The emerald green pen shaft emitted a soft tremor.

The stiff bristles beneath the pen holder, made of some unknown material,

instantly transformed into six beams of white light, illuminating the magical artifacts.

This white light was exceptionally peculiar.

Any magical artifact that was struck by it would instantly lose its connection to its original owner.

Regardless of how much mana or spiritual consciousness was poured into it, the effect remained the same.

The nun cultivator's face was filled with astonishment.

Since entering the world of cultivation,

she had never even heard of the concept of counterfeit magical treasures, let alone seen one.

Now, experiencing it firsthand, she truly felt her horizons had been broadened.

This was merely a counterfeit, yet in the hands of a dying Foundation Establishment cultivator, it could unleash such divine power.

If it were a replica, or even the genuine article, what then?

If the opponent were in peak condition, what kind of awe-inspiring power would they unleash?

Thinking of this,

a sense of lingering fear involuntarily arose in the nun cultivator's heart.

Compared to her, a demonic path junior who had seen little of the world,

the monk cultivator appeared much calmer.

At this moment,

his eyes were filled with greed.

Zhang Jingyuan was already at his limit, unable to hold on for much longer.

Once he died, everything he possessed would become his own.

Therefore,

the more powerful this counterfeit magical treasure appeared now, the happier the monk cultivator became.

Zhang Jingyuan was indeed on the verge of collapse.

He had exhausted almost all of the mana remaining in his body, barely managing to use the Judge's Pen counterfeit to block six magical artifacts.

The remaining two flying knives, with undiminished force, hurtled towards him.

Zhang Jingyuan wanted to sidestep to dodge,

but his body, nearing collapse, could no longer perform such a large movement.

With a clang,

both flying knives simultaneously struck his chest.

Zhang Jingyuan spat out a mouthful of fresh, hot blood.

His entire body flew backward.

Crashing heavily into the already dilapidated immortal ship.

The Judge's Pen counterfeit, losing the support of mana and spiritual consciousness, retracted its light.

Along with the eight magical artifacts it had controlled, it scattered across the ground.

The monk cultivator narrowed his eyes and spat.

"Damn it, this guy is really hard to kill! He's even wearing protective armor!"

"Aim carefully, this time take his head!"

The nun cultivator nodded.

The two of them once again summoned the remaining magical artifacts from their storage pouches.

Attacking the wreckage of the immortal ship.

"Fellow Daoist! If you don't make a move now, when will you?"

Zhang Jingyuan's voice sounded noticeably weaker.

He activated a magic seal.

The Judge's Pen counterfeit immediately flew up again to protect its master.

In the blink of an eye,

the two sides exchanged several more blows.

Zhang Jingyuan struggled to support himself, with several close calls.

After stubbornly holding on for a while longer,

seeing that no one around was coming out to help him,

Zhang Jingyuan gritted his teeth.

He took out a jade slip from his storage pouch and threw it behind him.

His voice was filled with sorrow as he said:

"These two have profound magical power, you are no match for them, Fellow Daoist, quickly take this jade slip and flee!"

"All the magical techniques I have learned in my life, and the conspiracies of the demonic path over the years, are all contained within it."

"Consider it a chance I am giving to you!"

"I hope that Fellow Daoist, after taking the opportunity, can hand the jade slip over to the Human Emperor Palace, and contribute a little to the world and its people!"

"From now on, everything will be entrusted to you!"

"Fellow Daoist, please flee with peace of mind, Zhang will use his life to hold these two back!"

After speaking,

Zhang Jingyuan suddenly switched from defense to offense, his every move displaying the demeanor of a desperate madman.

The two demonic cultivators did not want to engage in a life-or-death struggle with him.

For a time,

the two of them were hesitant, retreating again and again.

He was actually able to hold them back alone.

However,

even though Zhang Jingyuan temporarily had the upper hand, and the situation looked promising,

the surroundings remained deathly silent.

It was as if there really wasn't a fourth person present besides the three of them.

Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

A bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Zhang Jingyuan's lips.

Perhaps that person had really fled far away in advance, and was not hiding here watching the fire from the other side.

Is heaven truly going to abandon me!

Zhang Jingyuan sighed heavily in his heart.

He had calculated well.

But unfortunately, no one took the bait.

The last glimmer of hope for survival had also been extinguished.

Zhang Jingyuan suddenly stopped his attacks.

He took out a dagger-shaped magical artifact from his storage pouch.

Without hesitation, he aimed it at the Judge's Pen counterfeit and stabbed it.

"This executive will die, but I will never leave you with a good thing!"

Zhang Jingyuan's bloodshot eyes were filled with madness.

"Bastard! Don't even think about it!"

The monk cultivator was constantly paying attention to the other party's expression.

Seeing that the other party wanted to destroy the rare magical treasure counterfeit, how could he let him have his way?

He couldn't care less about hiding anything.

Techniques and magical artifacts were thrown out one after another.

Almost at the same time, they landed on Zhang Jingyuan's body.

Pfft!

A trail of bright red blood splattered like ink across the ground.

Zhang Jingyuan's head flew into the air.

Rolling twice on the ground, it landed in the shadow of a strange rock.

In an instant,

his pupils widened greatly, seemingly with an unbelievable expression.

No one knows whether there is any residual consciousness after death.

Li Lan didn't know whether the reason the other party was so shocked was because he saw him hiding here.

He didn't want to know either.

Although Zhang Jingyuan was dead,

the matter was far from over.

Li Lan completely held his breath and tightened his spirit.

Using the spirit bean soldiers to observe the every move of the remaining two.

Seeing Zhang Jingyuan's headless corpse fall to the ground,

the nun cultivator completely breathed a sigh of relief.

Her face was filled with joy.

She was about to step into the stalagmite hill to check what good things Zhang Jingyuan had left behind in his storage pouch.

But the monk cultivator stopped her once again at this time.

"Don't move yet, don't fall into a trap."

"This Executive is dead, but there's still his accomplice hiding here that hasn't been dealt with yet."

The nun cultivator was stunned upon hearing this.

"What accomplice?"

"Didn't you say that the cultivator was just a feint created by the other party?"

The monk cultivator's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, coldly scanning the surroundings.

Without turning his head, he sneered:

"Heh, if I didn't say that, how could that guy have watched the Executive die and foolishly squatted here until now?"

"You're right, aren't you? Fellow Daoist?"

The nun cultivator was instantly stunned.

She had never imagined.

That this once-famous demonic path senior had such a deep mind.

After waiting for a moment.

Besides the cold wind, there was no other movement in the stalagmite hill.

Seeing this, the nun cultivator said suspiciously:

"Could it be that you guessed wrong?"

"There really aren't any other cultivators here."

"If there were, he should have escaped when the Executive threw out the jade slip and desperately held us back."

"After all, that was the best opportunity."

The monk cultivator said decisively:

"No, absolutely impossible."

"The Executive could have driven the immortal ship to shake off the two of us."

"But he didn't do that, but instead risked the destruction of the immortal ship, wanting to flee here."

"There must be a deeper meaning in this."

"Fellow Daoist, stop hiding, come out!"

His voice echoed continuously in the stalagmite hill.

After it dissipated,

there was still no movement here.

Seeing this, the monk cultivator.

No longer hesitated.

His heart hardened as he said:

"You and I will cast a spell together and level this place."