Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

High above on the left, the Buddha's light and the bloodlust were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The golden Buddha image surrounding Master Mingkong gradually dimmed, and his breathing became heavy.

The suction force of the Blood Soul Array not only affects low-level cultivators,

Even someone at the peak of the Celestial Realm like him was not entirely immune, and his spiritual energy was slowly but steadily draining away.

"If this continues, things are not going to go well..."

Mingkong sighed inwardly, his gaze fixed on Xue Wutian opposite him.

"Hehehe, you bald monk, can't hold on any longer, huh?"

Xue Wutian grinned maliciously, his bloodthirsty aura growing even stronger.

"This formation can continuously devour your spiritual power, while I can recover by drawing blood energy from within it. How long do you think you can hold out?"

Master Mingkong clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly:

"Amitabha Buddha, evil spirits and heretics, no matter how skillful they are, cannot conceal the fact that they are going against the will of Heaven."

Xue Wutian laughed wildly, "Hahaha, we demonic cultivators are born to defy the heavens!"

"Blood Demon Clone!"

After a loud shout, two black figures identical to Xue Wutian appeared behind him.

He exuded a terrifying aura of a late-stage Celestial Being, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light.

"This old monster... he actually has such methods!"

Mingkong's expression changed drastically, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

"Looks like they're determined to keep me here!"

"Hehehe, I'll send you on your way!" Xue Wutian waved his hand, signaling his two clones, "Attack!"

The two clones instantly transformed into two streaks of bloody light.

They pounced on Mingkong from the left and right, their claw shadows accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, blocking all of Mingkong's evasive maneuvers.

Mingkong dared not be negligent. He clenched his left fist, channeled Buddhist power, and blasted it towards his left-side clone.

With his right hand forming a palm, he struck the right-side clone with the power to suppress evil spirits.

At the same time, he also had to keep an eye on Xue Wutian's movements, and for a time he was forced to defend himself.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Buddha's palm and the demon's claws clashed repeatedly.

The protective aura of Buddha light surrounding Mingkong was violently shaken by the attack.

Within a few short breaths, it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Just then, Xue Wutian's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"not good!"

Mingkong's heart skipped a beat, and he frantically scanned the area with his divine sense, but he could not find any trace of the other party.

"Hehehe...Are you about to give up?"

A chilling voice suddenly rang out from behind!

Mingkong froze, his movements momentarily halting.

It was in that instant that Xue Wutian seized upon the opening!

"Blood Fiend Palm!"

A hand covered in blood-red scales pierced through the protective shield of Buddha's light and imprinted heavily on Mingkong's back!

"puff!"

As if struck by a heavy blow, Mingkong coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered forward.

Meanwhile, the two clones also launched an attack, their claws simultaneously piercing his chest!

"Ugh—!"

Mingkong cried out in pain as he was thrown back by the enormous impact, crashing heavily into the valley below and kicking up clouds of dust.

Xue Wutian licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with greed, and leaped down, pouncing towards Mingkong.

Mingkong struggled to get up, but found that even raising his arm was extremely difficult.

He watched Xue Wutian approach step by step, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

"Five thousand years ago, your Wanfo Temple owed my Blood Demon Palace a debt; today, let's collect some interest from you!"

Xue Wutian grinned maliciously as he pressed down on Mingkong's head, his internal energy circulating wildly.

A terrifying suction force emanated from his palm, continuously drawing the rich Buddhist essence and blood essence within Mingkong's body into Xue Wutian's body.

"Hehehe, you bald monk, your Buddha's blood is truly a great tonic!"

Mingkong's body withered away at a visible rate, and his once rosy face turned ashen white.

"Amitabha... This humble monk is unwilling..."

With his last ounce of strength, Mingkong uttered a Buddhist chant.

With endless regret and resentment in his eyes, he finally lost his breath completely.

A highly respected monk from Wanfo Temple has passed away.

Xue Wutian released his grip, feeling the surge of power within his body, a satisfied smile appearing on his face:

"What delicious essence blood... That old bald monk from Wanfo Temple certainly didn't disappoint me!"

.......

The fall of Zuo Lumingkong seems to be a signal.

As the suction force of the great formation intensified, the Celestial cultivators of the alliance on other battlefields also began to feel overwhelmed.

During his battle with Leng Ming, Ming Jue was accidentally invaded by corpse energy, causing his left arm to fester instantly and greatly reducing his combat power.

Yunhe and Zhuge Xiu joined forces to fight against Luo Mie, but due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and had several wounds on their bodies.

The situation on the right flank is also not optimistic.

Although Xing Xuanfeng and the others were still persevering, their spiritual energy was being depleted at an increasingly rapid rate, and they all showed signs of exhaustion on their faces.

None of them expected that the Demon Extermination Campaign would be so passive!

……

Outside the great formation, above the void.

Yan Guiren, his two companions, and their dog were quietly observing the situation within the formation when suddenly, Yan Guiren raised an eyebrow:

"Two powerful auras are approaching."

Li Xunhuan's eyes flickered slightly: "It must have been attracted by that golden light just now."

"It seems the Demon Extermination Alliance has come up with a backup plan."

Yan Shisan gripped his sword tightly, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes:

"I've been watching from outside for so long, my hands are itching to get involved."

"Perfect timing, they've broken through the barrier, let's take the opportunity to go in."

Yan Guiren nodded: "Hide well first, don't let them find us. We'll act after the barrier breaks."

Black Emperor shook his head, a sly glint in his eyes: "Hehe, your hiding methods are probably useless."

"These two are not simple in terms of cultivation. Although they are suppressed by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, their origin is at least at the terrestrial immortal realm."

"Ordinary concealment techniques cannot escape their divine sense."

It flicked its tail, and a faint black light suddenly emanated from its body, enveloping the four of them:

"With my 'sky-covering' technique, I guarantee they won't find out."

A flash of black light, and the four people vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Just then, two figures streaked across the sky and arrived outside the red light barrier.

The leader, dressed in a dragon robe and with a majestic face, was none other than the Great Qian Emperor, Qianlong, who had regained his physical body.

Beside him stood an elderly man with white hair and beard, whose aura was equally unfathomable; he was none other than the Great Qian Ancestor, Qian Xuan.

"Such a strong smell of blood..."

Qianlong looked at the scene inside the light barrier, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"The Blood Demon Ancestor actually set up such an evil formation!"

Qian Xuan's gaze swept across the formation, and he said in a deep voice:

"Great Ancestor, there's no time to lose! Break the formation first! The alliance's forces are about to collapse!"

"good!"

Qianlong nodded, his dragon aura surging, and he exchanged a glance with Qianxuan before attacking simultaneously.

"Qianlong Breaking Formation Palm!"

"The Mysterious Yellow Demon-Suppressing Seal!"

Two palms, imbued with terrifying power, slammed simultaneously onto the red light shield.

"Boom—!"

With a deafening roar, the light shield trembled violently, and the blood-red patterns on its surface broke apart inch by inch.

"Snap!"

A huge crack appeared on the light shield.

"It's done!" A hint of joy flashed in Qian Xuan's eyes.

Qianlong's gaze swept across the battlefield within the formation, finally locking onto the direction of the Blood Demon Ancestor:

"Xuan'er, follow me and charge in! Today, we will annihilate the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

"yes!"

The two figures swayed and rushed into the great formation through the opening of the barrier.

The Black Emperor withdrew the black light: "Let's go! Let's go in and take a look!"

The figures of Yan Guiren, his two companions, and their dog followed closely behind like ghosts, silently entering the Nine Nether Abyss.

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