After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

At this moment, the situation on the field under the shadow of the world-destroying blade suddenly changed.

The powerful attack unleashed by the combined forces was like a raging sea. Under such impact, the Devouring Blade Shadow shattered layer by layer, eventually breaking into countless light fragments that fell to the ground.

A deafening roar!

Fifth Qinghan remained standing, but her face was pale, clearly indicating that the shattering of the blade had brought her considerable backlash.

Fifth Shushuang's figure flashed to her side in an instant, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, facing the crowd.

"You can still leave now."

Fifth Qinghan said softly.

Blood trickled down his throat, yet he still insisted on speaking: "I was able to stop them. This time... consider it my protection."

Upon hearing this, Fifth Shushuang did not remain silent this time. Her voice, though cool, held a warmth beneath: "As your sister, how could you abandon her and run away?"

Fifth Qinghan suddenly looked up, meeting the other person's cold eyes.

That long-lost tenderness, like spring water breaking through ice, carried the warmth in my blood.

She only dared to meet her gaze for a moment before quickly turning her face away, her fingertips secretly clenching in her sleeve.

The emotions buried deep in my heart were not shaken by this touch of warmth, but something in my chest was burning.

She glanced at Mo and the old man out of the corner of her eye, and the chill in her fingertips intensified.

The battle that followed was truly bloody and brutal. The aura surrounding these two people made her feel more uneasy than anyone else's.

"Let's take it first and talk about the rest later."

"That square-faced old Taoist priest said in a deep voice."

Before the words were even finished, the crowd surged toward Fifth Qinghan and his companion like a tidal wave.

Unconsciously, they reached a tacit understanding: only by first controlling the will of the world can they take control of the overall situation.

Fifth Shushuang took a half step forward, his long sword humming and trembling, instantly unleashing thousands of sword energies that slashed towards the crowd like an inverted Milky Way.

Fifth Qinghan followed closely behind, wielding his demonic blade, and another black blade shadow that blotted out the sky tore through the void.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space.

As the group clashed, the old man from the Heavenly Dao suddenly looked at Mo and said in a calm voice, "This is the gathering of the resentment of the sword spirit. Indeed, I am in need of a sword."

Mo Lian didn't even raise his eyes, his tone cold and distant: "You can't wield this sword of mine."

"Hehe... Once I devour the essence of this world's will, there will be no sword in the world that I cannot wield."

The old man remained calm and composed.

Mo then slowly raised his eyes to look at him, and sneered, "A crippled Heavenly Dao dares to covet such an opportunity?"

In the midst of their few casual words, the situation suddenly shifted dramatically, like a sudden upheaval that turned the world upside down.

The attacks of several Mahayana Realm cultivators were as dense as a torrential rain, trapping the two people in the center.

Although everyone was doing their best to suppress the enemy in front of them, they were still wary of the silent figures behind them.

Seeing their own momentum steadily increasing, the scales of victory seemed to be gradually tipping in their favor, and they were about to take down the two men in front of them in one fell swoop.

A surge of wild joy welled up on Old Fang's aged face.

But before the smile could settle, a huge energy surge suddenly erupted before their eyes.

A terrifying blade of light instantly tore through the crowd's imposing aura and shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, everyone heard a muffled "thump" sound.

At first, the sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it felt like a needle piercing the heart.

In an instant, a deafening roar like rolling thunder swept across the scene, followed by a second and a third explosion.

To Fang Laodao's horror, he discovered that the "thump thump thump" sound was now resonating with his own heartbeat.

The shock caused his dantian to surge with true qi, and he felt an unbearable metallic taste in his throat, as if magma was surging through his meridians.

"What is this?"

A monk said, his face ashen.

"Get out of the way!"

Fang Laodao instantly realized that the situation was not good and shouted anxiously.

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators all felt a chill run down their spines and wanted to get away from the two as quickly as possible.

However, while attacking is easy, withdrawing now is extremely difficult.

One of them took only one step back, and in an instant, his face turned deathly pale. He instinctively clutched his chest with both hands.

He could clearly sense that beneath his flesh and blood, his heart was beating wildly and violently, like a runaway horse.

The frenzied rhythm seemed to stir up the blood and qi in the whole body, causing the flesh and blood to tremble violently.

Not only that, he was horrified to discover that his internal energy was as if bound by invisible shackles, completely unable to be controlled.

"Help...help me..."

His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and his voice was faint as he pleaded for help from the crowd.

Seeing his miserable state, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and a cold shiver creep up their heads.

How could they dare to risk their lives to rescue him? Besides, their own current condition was no different from this person's.

The next second, a blinding flash of blood suddenly erupted in their field of vision.

The cultivator didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist in everyone's eyes.

Minced flesh mixed with golden light fluttered down, and only a nascent soul tried to escape in terror, but was crushed by a large hand that reached out from the void.

This method of death, where even the soul is crushed into dust, sent chills down the spines of the remaining Mahayana cultivators.

Following suit, two more cultivators followed in his footsteps.

They clutched their chests and knelt on the ground, their heartbeats beneath their muscles booming like war drums, finally exploding into a bloody mist with the cracking sound of bones breaking.

In the blink of an eye, the number of Mahayana Realm cultivators present was reduced to only two.

Shan Mengsheng remained silent throughout the chaos, standing quietly to the side.

Fortunately, the two reacted quickly and evacuated at an extremely fast pace, thus avoiding the same tragic fate as others.

However, the thumping sound, like a death knell, followed them relentlessly, each thud like a heavy hammer striking their fragile nerves.

Their heartbeats involuntarily rose and fell violently with this eerie rhythm.

Just as the three stood there in shock and disbelief, the rain of blood suddenly froze, and two cold beams of light pierced through the mist.

A sword aura, like an inverted Milky Way, carrying the ancient chanting of a primordial spirit, roared down from the heavens.

Accompanied by an overwhelming, world-destroying aura, it magnified at an alarming speed in the terrified pupils of one of the people.

At the same time, a chilling black blade, like a phantom in the night, carrying a sharp killing intent, rushed straight towards Old Master Fang.

Old Master Fang's expression changed drastically, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes as he attempted to circulate his inner energy to resist.

But that invisible, eerie force still seemed to be binding him, making it difficult for him to circulate his true energy.

"Help me!"

Old Master Fang was terrified and shouted hoarsely at Shan Mengsheng beside him.

Driven by fear, the voice was so sharp it seemed to pierce the oppressive air.

However, all he received in response was Shan Mengsheng's cold and indifferent gaze.

She stood like a cold statue, showing no intention of offering any help.

In a life-or-death situation, Fang Laodao panicked and hastily summoned a small bronze cauldron that contained extraordinary spiritual power.

As soon as the small cauldron appeared, it emitted a hazy light, forming a barrier to resist the attack.

But that slash was far more terrifying than anyone could have imagined.

It was as if an invisible giant hand tore open the barrier in the void, and dark blade shadows roared out from the crack, just like the gates of the deepest hell opening.

The inky black blade, like the menacing fangs of an ancient beast, easily shattered the defensive light emitted by the small cauldron.

That seemingly solid defense proved as fragile as a sheet of paper under the overwhelming and ferocious light.

Immediately afterwards, the blade mercilessly sliced ​​into Fang Laodao's body, tearing him apart instantly. Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing mournful streaks in the air.

Almost simultaneously, the sword energy, like a silver river falling from the heavens, also reached the other person.

This person channeled all his inner energy, condensing a protective shield in front of him.

The sword energy collided with the shield, unleashing a blinding light, and the true energy shield shattered instantly like paper.

The sword energy pierced straight in, splitting his body in two, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

In an instant, two of the three who were standing there died tragically under the sword and knife respectively, leaving only Shan Mengsheng standing there with a solemn expression.

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