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Dead silence.

Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, there was a deathly silence.

The four Heavenly Saints stood there, suspended in mid-air, looking at each other with unprecedented confusion and absurdity in their eyes.

Since their debut, they have experienced the Dragon-Han Calamity and witnessed the Lich Wars. What storms haven't they weathered?

But what they were seeing was completely and utterly beyond their comprehension.

"Where...where are they?"

Zhunti Daoist's already pale face was now completely devoid of color. He spoke in a dry voice, breaking the eerie silence.

"Their true spirits...were not listed on the Investiture of the Gods!" The Guide Daoist covered his empty left eye socket, his voice trembling.

As sages, they could clearly sense the operation of the Heavenly Dao Laws. Just now, at the instant those thousands of Jie Sect disciples perished, the Investiture of the Gods remained completely silent!

This means that those people were not "on the list"!

"That black vortex...it's the aura of the underworld!"

Taiqing Laozi frowned. Having lived for countless eons, this was the first time he felt that his brain was not quite up to par.

Isn't the underground realm only concerned with reincarnation? When did it start offering a "recycling of true spirits" service? And it's on-site recycling with instant payment?

"It's Lin Xuan! It must be that variable Lin Xuan causing trouble again!"

Yuanshi Tianzun let out an angry roar. He suddenly raised his head and stared with resentment at the starship that was still leisurely hovering above Jiepai Pass.

He couldn't understand what methods Lin Xuan had used, but he knew that all these strange occurrences were inextricably linked to that guy!

However, his roar not only went unanswered, but also seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.

The moment he finished speaking.

"Sizzle—! Sizzle—! Sizzle—!"

The void above their heads was suddenly torn open by a series of violent spatial forces, creating huge gashes one after another!

Immediately following, under the extremely shocked gazes of the Four Saints...

Familiar figures swaggered out from the spatial rifts!

Leading the group was none other than the Daoist Duobao, who had just self-destructed his magic weapon and turned his physical body into ashes!

At this moment, he was wearing a simple gray Taoist robe. Although he no longer had the previous jewels, his aura was intact and his magic power was abundant. He did not look like he had just died.

His chubby face still wore that infuriatingly sarcastic smile.

Behind him, Zhao Gongming and thousands of Jiejiao disciples who had just "died" were all fully revived and reappeared on the battlefield!

Their eyes were filled with fervor and their fighting spirit soared to the sky. They looked at the four saints as if they were four fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

"This...this is impossible!"

Zhunti Daoist was so frightened that he almost dropped the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand.

Has it come back to life?

Have they all come back to life?!

"Amitabha... I've seen a ghost..." The guide was so frightened that he kept backing away, muttering to himself.

The pupils of Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Laozi shrank drastically, and their Dao hearts trembled violently!

They finally understood why the disciples of the Jie Sect dared to self-destruct so fearlessly!

Because they... can't die at all!

How can we fight like this? How can we fight this war?!

However, before they could recover from this shocking and mind-blowing event, the next move by Daoist Duobao terrified them even more!

Duobao Daoist grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and arrogantly patted his waist.

"Clap clap clap!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the four sages stared intently, instantly feeling a chill run down their spines!

All that could be seen was that Daoist Duobao, and the thousands of Jiejiao disciples behind him, all had their waists bound with terrifying divine lightning bolts that flashed with purple lightning, like belts!

[Thunderous Bomb]!

And judging by the number, each person had at least a dozen strapped to their body!

"You grandsons of the Chan Sect! Your Grandpa Duobao is back!"

Daoist Duobao completely ignored the four saints. His small eyes were fixed on the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect who were hiding behind Yuanshi Tianzun and looking equally bewildered in the distance!

"Guys! Let's get to work!"

"Charge! Whoever kills Guang Chengzi will be rewarded with a yellow plum by the Thirteen Ancestral Witches!"

"Awooo—!!!"

The eyes of thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect turned red the moment they heard the name "Huang Zhongli"!

Like a pack of mad dogs that had smelled blood, they transformed into streaks of light, disregarding all consequences, and launched a reckless, suicidal charge towards the direction of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect!

"No--!"

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren... these Golden Immortals who were usually high and mighty were terrified when they saw the overwhelming "army of the dead" with bombs strapped to their waists, and they screamed like pigs being slaughtered!

They never dreamed that one day they would encounter such an unreasonable and ruthless fighting style!

"Boom—!!!"

The first wave of Jiejiao disciples had already rushed into the Chanjiao camp, and then, without hesitation, detonated themselves!

A terrifying explosion suddenly erupted in the center of the Twelve Golden Immortals' position!