The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

Qian Yan's eyes suddenly snapped open.

A violent divine thought spread directly from his body, and the Spirit Jade on Qin Yangjun's body emitted light, helping Qin Yangjun resist this attack.

In the blink of an eye, Qian Yan appeared behind Qin Yangjun.

"No wonder he's Mu Xianxian's brother, he has so many treasures!"

By the time Qin Yangjun heard these words, it was too late.

A red glow emanated from his hands.

He slapped Qin Yangjun with his palm.

Snapped!

Qin Yangjun burst open like a puddle of water.

The next second, Qin Yangjun's figure condensed again not far away.

The Great Weak Water spell's defense was thus thwarted.

Qin Yangjun didn't understand what had happened.

Seeing this, Changsun Youyou below became somewhat anxious.

"Master..."

"Don't move! This area is sealed off. Even I can't get you out. You can't get involved in a battle of this level. Since Qin Yangjun dared to track these people, it means he must have countermeasures. So don't move. If you're discovered, you'll just be a hindrance to Qin Yangjun!"

Qin Yangjun also took a deep breath and calmed down.

"You're so rude! You didn't even say anything before you started hitting me!"

"Go and be polite to the King of Hell!"

Qian Yan reached out his hand.

However, the next second, a black aura emanated from Qin Yangjun's hand.

The intense ghostly aura startled Qian Yan.

"In that case, I'll bring Yama, the King of Hell, to you!"

Qin Yangjun took out the bead and directly aimed it at the black object in his hand.

ah----!!

A piercing shriek, mixed with boundless death energy, spread from Qin Yangjun's hand.

The intense fluctuations of death energy caused Qian Yan's expression to change drastically. He raised one hand and enveloped himself with a surge of spiritual power.

"Hahaha!!...."

As the screaming ended.

Deep, muffled laughter, mixed with boundless gloom, echoed throughout the space.

Something has awakened.

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P.S.: Three updates tomorrow.

Chapter Twenty: Crisis

Qian Yan was able to resist the death aura, but those below carrying the Bloodthirsty Coffin were not so lucky.

Under the sweeping aura of death, they didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into skeletons.

Changsun Youyou naturally heard those muffled and terrifying laughs as well.

At this moment, she lay on the ground with her head bowed deeply, her body enveloped in a faint white protective shield.

The current Ling Shenxian is mobilizing all her soul power to protect Changsun Youyou, so she has no idea what is happening outside.

The intense aura of death swept across all directions in an instant.

Except for the area where Changsun Youyou stayed.

Elsewhere, trees withered and the earth cracked, turning a once vibrant area into a dead wasteland in the blink of an eye.

A chilling wind howled, as if countless vengeful spirits were drifting in the sky.

After withstanding the impact of the death aura, Qian Yan looked around at everything in disbelief.

He looked up at Qin Yangjun.

Qin Yangjun held a pitch-black ancient bell in his hand, and countless black wisps of energy were trampled under his feet.

Behind Qin Yangjun, a black mist shrouded the area, as if countless vengeful spirits were churning within it.

A pair of blood-red eyes and a crescent-shaped, wicked smile were so striking.

Qian Yan looked up and saw that the blood-red clouds in the sky had completely turned black.

Qian Yan's eyes widened.

"A magical artifact capable of altering the course of heaven and earth..."

But then, he actually started laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, I never expected to have such a haul on this trip, it's such a surprise!!"

Qian Yan suddenly spread his hands, and the bone throne beneath his feet shattered instantly.

Countless fragments flew through the sky, eventually forming four skeletons that charged toward Qin Yangjun, wielding weapons.

At the same time, a huge white bone scythe appeared in Qian Yan's hand.

He raised the bone scythe and swung it fiercely. A crescent moon of light burst forth, and the moment the scythe's blade appeared, a blade of energy appeared in all directions.

Danger was approaching from all directions, but Qin Yangjun remained calm and instead activated the Ghost God Bell in his hand.

Boom!

However, as a clear bell rang, countless vengeful spirits howled and spread out.

The howling vengeful spirits shattered the four skeletons and dispersed the incoming sword energy from all directions.

Countless vengeful spirits spread out like ripples.

Qian Yan, who was in mid-air, did not dare to take the blow head-on, so he raised his hand and used his internal energy to defend himself.

The attack from the Ghost Bell did not harm Qian Yan.

He held a white bone battle scythe, floating in the air and looking at Qin Yangjun with a leisurely expression.

"Hehe, I really don't know what got into Mu Xianxian, that she actually gave you a celestial artifact. With your mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, how many more times can you launch that attack?"

After saying that, Qian Yan raised his hand, and a surge of divine soul power rippled out, directly locking onto Qin Yangjun.

A black light began to gather above his head.

An extremely terrifying power emanated from it, black light condensed, and finally transformed into a jet-black spear.

"go with!"

Qian Yan swung his spear forward with one hand, and the spear cut through the air and shot towards Qin Yangjun.

Before the blink of an eye had passed, the tip of the spear appeared before Qin Yangjun's eyes.

Boom!

Another muffled bell rang, and the howling of the vengeful spirit dispersed the spear before him. Qian Yan once again raised his hand to resist the deathly aura.

On the other hand, Qin Yangjun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, Qian Yan's lips curled into a smile.

Just as he had predicted.

It is impossible for someone with only Nascent Soul cultivation to fully activate a celestial artifact.

Those two attacks probably didn't even unleash one-tenth of the power of the immortal artifact.

The next second, Qian Yan flashed in front of Qin Yangjun, and then a blade of light flashed, tearing a large wound open on Qin Yangjun's chest.

Qin Yangjun's body also fell like a shooting star.

boom!

Qin Yangjun's body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Qian Yan then floated down, and with a single gesture, Qin Yangjun's body slowly rose into the air.

"Say goodbye to this world."

A jet-black flame erupted in Qian Yan's eyes.

However, the next second, a beam of blood suddenly shot over from the side.

The attack came so suddenly that even Qian Yan didn't have time to react.

The blow struck Qian Yan's arm directly, and he was sent flying due to the momentum.

Qian Yan's arm was nailed to a dead tree. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a jet-black feathered arrow.

Qian Yan turned his head away.

The sight before him brought a look of surprise to his face.

The blood-red coffin was already open.

A mummified corpse, clad in armor, carrying a quiver, with a long sword at its waist and shrouded in blood, was aiming at him with an arrow raised.

"As expected of a celestial artifact... it even possesses such abilities..."