Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The monks of Wanfo Temple were surrounded by a surge of Buddhist light.

The "Great Compassion Palm" and "Demon Subduing Fist" were unleashed in succession, directly attacking the Ninja Group members.

"Orochi Release!" Umekawa Nai shouted in a low voice, and her ninjas quickly formed hand seals.

Several dark figures suddenly sprang from the ground, wielding kunai with a chilling glint in their eyes, and lunged straight at the monk opposite them.

"Ninjutsu? Merely unorthodox tricks! How dare you show off before Buddhism?"

The head of the Arhat Hall coldly snorted, formed a hand seal, and shouted in a deep voice, "Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere!"

A dazzling golden light instantly spread out, and the dark shadows on the ground were instantly burned away.

Several ninjas were caught off guard and screamed as they were sent flying by the golden light, crashing heavily to the ground and unable to get up.

Enraged, one of the ninjas spewed out a ball of raging fire—a "Fire Release: Great Fireball" technique.

But the monks reacted extremely quickly, raising their hands in unison to unleash "Flooding Jinshan Temple."

The surging spiritual energy instantly extinguished the flames.

The two sides exchanged blows, the sounds of Buddhist chants, angry curses, and clashing weapons mingling together, and the blood splattered on the withered grass was particularly glaring.

Some people were hit by hidden weapons and fell to the ground, while others had their meridians injured by the Buddha's light, and the number of casualties continued to rise.

On a tree branch in the distance, Shangguan Yan stood with her sword in her arms, coldly watching the battle below.

The sword energy that had just sparked the conflict was unleashed by her.

She heard about Cao Zhengchun's plan and decided to get out and stretch her hands.

She raised her hand to smooth her wind-blown hair, her fingertips lightly resting on the hilt of the sword.

She planned to wait until they had killed enough before making her move, so as not to get her sword dirty.

Half an incense stick later, both sides had lost more than half their troops.

Mei Chuan Neiyi felt aggrieved; she was originally at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

However, he was firmly suppressed by the Tianzhou formation and could only exert the strength of the Void Realm.

If this were outside, the Arhat Hall Master, who was only at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm, would be no match for her at all.

The two clashed again. Umekawa Neiyi conjured several shuriken from her fingertips and shouted sharply:

"Ninja Art: Shuriken!"

The hall master clasped his hands together, his body radiating Buddhist light, and struck out with his palm:

"Vajra Palm!"

The force of the fist and the energy of the sword collided violently, and both of them took several steps back to regain their footing.

Mei Chuan Nei glanced at the dozen or so remaining subordinates beside her, her face turning ashen.

Continuing to fight would only result in total annihilation, so he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Everyone, retreat!"

The surviving ninja immediately broke free from their opponent and quickly retreated behind her.

Mei Chuan Nei stared intently at the Luohan Hall Master opposite her and said fiercely:

"You filthy monk, if your cultivation hadn't been suppressed by the formation, you would have died by my hand long ago. Next time we meet, I will surely take your life!"

The sect leader's robes were already torn to shreds, and he was also bruised and battered.

He knew in his heart that if it weren't for the Tianzhou Formation, he would be no match for this woman. He immediately clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Amitabha! You sinful cultivators of the Desolate Continent, though I cannot subdue you today, you will surely be hunted down to the very end by the cultivators of the four Eastern Continents!"

Mei Chuan Nei glared at him fiercely and shouted again, "Withdraw!"

Just then, a cold voice fell from mid-air, devoid of any warmth:

"You think you can wreak havoc in my Tianzhou and walk away unscathed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

These snowflakes appear soft, yet they are as sharp as blades.

The blades landed on the faces of the remaining ninjas and monks, instantly leaving fine, bloody scratches, and their clothes were torn to shreds.

The one who made the move was Shangguan Yan, and the snow falling all over the sky was one of her martial arts techniques, "Snowflakes Fill the Sky".

Everyone looked up and saw Shangguan Yan standing in mid-air, her spiritual energy flowing freely without any obstruction.

Completely unaffected by the Tianzhou formation, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Run!" The hall master's face changed drastically, and without thinking, he turned around and fled down the mountain.

"Retreat!" Mei Chuan Neiyi panicked and led her men in a desperate escape.

Shangguan Yan's eyes turned cold. She raised her hand and swung her sword, a sudden surge of chilling energy erupting: "Sword Snow Freezes!"

A chilling sword aura swept out, instantly freezing the fleeing crowd into ice blocks, rendering them unable to move.

Mei Chuan Neiyi and the head of the Arhat Hall were also trapped in the ice, their eyes filled with terror.

Shangguan Yan looked at the immobilized crowd, her tone indifferent and devoid of any emotion:

"Anyone who takes action privately within Tianzhou will be shot without mercy."

As soon as she finished speaking, she brandished her sword again and softly uttered four words: "Snow falls silently!"

The monks and ninjas inside the ice cave could only watch helplessly as the sharp sword energy attacked.

His body was instantly sliced ​​into pieces, and his blood stained the ice.

The head of the Arhat Hall roared desperately within the ice:

"I am the head of the Arhat Hall of Wanfo Temple. If you kill me, Wanfo Temple will never let you get away with it!"

But his threats were useless, and he fell silent the next second.

Seeing the people around her dying one after another, Umekawa Naiyi immediately bit her tongue.

"Ninja Art: Substitution Technique!"

Her figure vanished from the ice pile, leaving behind only a small straw figure covered in runes.

Her true form had already used magic to escape several feet away, desperately fleeing into the depths of the mountains and forests.

Shangguan Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and let out a soft exclamation:

"You do have some means of self-preservation, but unfortunately, you can't escape."

Her divine sense instantly locked onto Mei Chuan Neiyi's figure, and with a flick of her wrist, six snowflake sword energies pierced through the air:

"Six-pointed snowflakes!"

Mei Chuan Neiyi knew she couldn't avoid it, so she gritted her teeth and unleashed her last trump card.

"Ninja Art: Substitute Death Technique!"

The sword energy struck her figure with a deafening roar, her body shattering instantly, yet not a single drop of blood flowed.

Taking advantage of the opening in the spell, a faint black shadow fled frantically into the distance.

Shangguan Yan strode forward, her expression darkening slightly as she looked at the broken pieces on the ground:

"It's a substitution trick, how cunning! We must not let her leave Tianzhou alive."

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished from the spot and followed the scent.

....

Fifteen minutes later,

On the edge of Tianzhou, by a mountain stream, Mei Chuan Neiyi's figure appeared, staggering.

Her face was ashen, blood seeped continuously from her wounds, and her spiritual energy was completely depleted.

He turned around and, seeing that no one was chasing him, his tense mind relaxed, and everything went black before his eyes. He fainted on the spot by the stream.

Not long after, two figures, one plump and one thin, slowly walked to the stream to drink water; they were the two sisters, Qingguo and Qingcheng.

"Little sister, we're finally back in Tianzhou. We're exhausted," Qingguo said casually, rubbing her arms.

Qingcheng nodded, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Yes, sister, how about we go for a stroll in the new city first, and then return to the Eternal Night Space for seclusion?"

"That suits me perfectly, let's go!" Qingguo said, about to take a step, but Qingcheng grabbed her arm.

"Sister, look, there seems to be someone lying over there!" Qingcheng pointed to Meichuan Neiyi by the stream and reminded her.

Following the direction she pointed, Qingguo walked over, squatted down, and examined the wound: "It really is, so badly injured."

"Sister, should we save her?" Qingcheng hesitated.

The beauty's eyes darted around, and she grinned, saying:

"Let's just carry her to Eternal Night City. Last time, Eunuch Cao treated us to a good meal, so we can give this beauty to him as a way of returning the favor."

Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands, laughing, "Hahaha! This is a great idea, let's give it to Eunuch Cao!"

Without saying a word, Qingguo picked up the unconscious Meichuan Neiyi and flew towards Yongye City with Qingcheng.

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