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"Buzz—!"

As soon as Lin Xuan finished speaking, the spatial rift that had just opened instantly healed without leaving a single scar.

The roc crashed headfirst into an invisible barrier, its head covered in golden stars, and a few feathers fluttered down.

"Trying to run? Did you ask your grandfather Zhurong?"

Zhu Rong grinned maliciously, flames erupting from his body. "I was itching for a fight, just looking for a place to vent my anger, and you delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

Kunpeng looked at his three hundred terrified subordinates and forced himself to calm down.

"Lin Xuan! Don't be so smug!"

Kunpeng roared, his voice laced with bravado but trembling with fear, "So what if you outnumber me? I'm a mid-stage Quasi-Saint! I possess extreme speed! If I want to leave, you can't stop me!"

After saying this, Kunpeng flapped its wings and was about to unleash its innate supernatural power—soaring straight up ninety thousand miles.

If he can fly, even Dijiang might not be able to catch him.

But as soon as he moved, he realized something was wrong.

The gravity in this space seemed to have increased a billion times. The air was as thick as glue; forget about flying, even lifting a leg was difficult.

Even more terrifying were the four swords hanging in the air.

"Slaying immortals brings benefit, killing immortals brings death, trapping immortals brings forth red light everywhere, and the transformations of the ultimate immortal are infinitely wondrous..."

Lin Xuan slowly recited the poem that struck fear into the hearts of all, then lightly tapped his finger and said, "Initiate the battle."

boom!

The four longswords vibrated simultaneously, unleashing billions of chaotic sword energies.

The sword energy carried a murderous intent that could destroy everything, instantly turning the three hundred demon gods into dust, before they could even utter a scream.

Kunpeng was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation?!"

Kunpeng shrieked, "This is impossible! The Four Swords of Zhuxian are in the hands of the Tongtian Sect Leader! How could you have them? Could it be that Tongtian is colluding with your Witch Clan?!"

This is the number one killing formation in the primordial world that only the Four Sages can break!

Lin Xuan curled his lip.

This is certainly not the original set from Tongtian. This is a "high-quality replica of the Zhuxian Formation Diagram (one-time use)" that he redeemed from the system shop at a high price.

Although it's a one-time use item and only has 70% of the power of the original, using it to trap a Kunpeng is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Colluding with your grandpa!"

Lin Xuan was too lazy to explain to him, "Cut him up!"

Once the formation was activated, Kunpeng was completely trapped.

Countless sword energies slashed across his body, tearing his prized feathers to shreds.

"Ah! My fur!"

"Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!"

The Kunpeng charged left and right within the formation, screaming in agony.

at the same time.

Kunlun Mountain.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, who was wiping the Qingping Sword in his cave, suddenly froze.

He sensed an extremely familiar aura.

That was the aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

"Strange..." Tongtian scratched his head, looking at the Four Swords of Zhuxian lying quietly in his Purple Mansion. "My swords are all here. What happened at Buzhou Mountain?"

Tongtian stood up, gazing in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"This sword energy... although it's a bit weak, its essence is exactly the same as my sword formation! Could there be a second Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in this world?"

"Hey, interesting! This Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan is indeed a remarkable person!"

Tongtian was not angry at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

He already disliked Yuanshi, and now that he saw someone using "his name" to cause trouble, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Fight! Fight them hard! Let those demons know the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation!" Tongtian cheered Lin Xuan on in his heart.

Back to the battlefield.

Kunpeng no longer resembles a human.

He transformed into his true form, an enormous roc, but now the bird is in a sorry state.

Its feathers were plucked, its skin was scorched, and one of its wings was broken off by Qiangliang and drooped to the side.

"Stop fighting! I surrender! I surrender!"

Kunpeng lay on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I was forced! Dijun forced me to come! I have elderly parents and young children to support; I didn't want to come either!"

"Pooh!"

Gonggong spat on his bald head. "Weren't you so arrogant just now? Weren't you going to kill people? What are you doing acting like a coward now?"

"Thirteenth brother, what should we do?" Dijiang turned to Lin Xuan and asked, "Should we just kill him and make soup?"

When Kunpeng heard that he was going to make soup, he was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

Lin Xuan stroked his chin.

Killed Kunpeng?

Although it was satisfying, it completely broke ties with the demon race. Moreover, Kunpeng was a quasi-saint after all, and if he really risked self-destruction, the formation might not be able to completely suppress him. It would be bad if the newborn child was injured.

"He's still useful."

Lin Xuan smiled, a smile that Kunpeng saw as a devil's smile.

"Take all the storage treasures off his body, pluck all his hair, and hang him at the entrance of Buzhou Mountain for three days as a warning."

"Let the whole world see what happens when you try to steal children from the Witch Clan."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

He, a dignified demon master, was stripped naked and hung at the door? How is he supposed to face the world after this? This is worse than being killed!

Just then.

Deep within the Pangu Palace, the sound of weeping rang out once more.

This time, the crying was louder, even carrying a hint of joy.

Immediately afterwards, a golden beam of light shot into the sky from the delivery room, breaking through the blockade of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and illuminating the entire Buzhou Mountain.

"She's given birth!"

Houtu exclaimed with joy, "Mother and child are safe!"

Lin Xuan had no time to care about Kunpeng anymore. He kicked him to Zhu Rong, saying, "Fifth Brother, keep an eye on this bald chicken. I'm going to check on my wife and kids!"

After saying that, Lin Xuan transformed into a streak of light and rushed into the Pangu Palace.

Behind them, Kunpeng's desperate wail echoed: "Stop pulling them out! There really aren't any left!"