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

Song Yuhuan was still somewhat shaken as he walked out of the cell.

Fox Bai Bai was, after all, a celestial demon, and Song Yu Huan was well aware of the terror of celestial demons.

These demonic creatures cultivate extremely quickly, and can become terrifying beings in just a hundred years.

However, none of the Heavenly Demons in the history of the Silver Stream Continent survived; they were all suppressed by human cultivators.

This time will likely be no exception; the combined efforts of the various sects' old monsters have reassured Song Yuhuan.

Boom boom boom!

At that very moment, the sound of a bell resounded throughout the entire Shangqing Dao Sect, reaching Song Yuhuan's ears.

Song Yuhuan's expression changed slightly. The sound of the bell meant that someone was attacking the Shangqing Dao Sect.

Who would be so bold as to attack the Dao Sect?

Song Yuhuan made his own guess.

At this time, most of the powerful figures within the Shangqing Dao Sect were not in the sect.

"Song Yuhuan, get out here and face your death."

The next moment, a loud shout shattered the clouds and echoed throughout the world.

Upon hearing that familiar voice again, Song Yuhuan was first stunned, then his heart trembled violently, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

At that moment, he realized who the visitor was; it was none other than his senior brother, Gu Mo.

But wasn't Gu Mo already defeated and driven into the depths of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Burials?

How could they possibly have walked out of there alive? Song Yuhuan frowned deeply.

There was little fear on his face, but he was utterly puzzled as to how Gu Mo could have survived and emerged alive from the depths of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Burials.

If he could defeat Gu Mo the first time, he could defeat his senior brother a second time.

It's good that he's not dead. It's perfect for imprisoning Gu Mo. Song Yuhuan felt a surge of secret pleasure at the thought of trampling this powerful senior brother under his feet.

"Insolence! This is not a place for you to cause trouble."

At that moment, another loud shout rang out as they charged forward.

Song Yuhuan's face lit up with joy, for it was indeed the voice of his master, Master Xuanyang.

Without pausing, Song Yuhuan sped off toward the direction of the sound.

Soon, two figures appeared in Song Yuhuan's field of vision. One of them, a figure in black with white hair, stood in the sky, his deep eyes revealing a terrifying killing intent.

A chilling, awe-inspiring aura swept down from the sky.

Song Yuhuan's body trembled slightly, and a hint of fear appeared deep in his pupils.

He felt a terrifying sense of oppression emanating from Gu Mo; this powerful aura was comparable to that of Xuan Yang Zhenren.

Song Yuhuan swallowed hard, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

How could his senior brother have become so powerful? It was already unbelievable to Song Yuhuan that he could come out alive from the depths of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Burials.

The fact that he could now rival the Xuan Yang Zhenren, a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, in terms of sheer presence was a tremendous shock to Song Yuhuan.

Who are you?

Xuan Yang Zhenren in the sky rebuked him.

"The one who will take your life."

Gu Mosen said coldly.

Master Xuanyang laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Insolence! You think you can take my life?"

"Master, be careful, he is Gu Mo, Feng Yangzi's eldest disciple."

Song Yuhuan shouted a reminder from the ground.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Master Xuan Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "So you are the eldest disciple of that old dog Feng Yangzi, the one with the broken spine. It seems you've come to follow in that old dog's footsteps."

Gu Mo also spotted Song Yuhuan on the ground. His killing intent condensed into an extremely yin storm, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Song Yuhuan trembled under that gaze, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Song Yuhuan, you deserve to die."

Gu Mo let out a cold shout.

Upon seeing Song Yuhuan again, the murderous intent in his heart almost solidified into a tangible form.

The next moment, Song Yuhuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a terrifying fist wind coming straight at him from the sky.

The force of the punch swept past, creating a powerful vortex in the surrounding air, as if it were about to tear him apart.

The terrifying force of the punch rendered Song Yuhuan unable to move, his pupils dilated and fear spread throughout his body.

At this critical moment of death, Master Xuanyang stepped in front and threw a punch at him as well.

boom!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted in the air, and the ground beneath their feet was instantly shattered into pieces by the force.

"How dare you! Killing my disciple right in front of me! You have no respect for me at all!"

When Xuan Yang Zhenren received the punch, his expression changed slightly, and one of his arms went numb from the impact.

Having just escaped death, Song Yuhuan awoke with a start. Seeing Xuan Yang Zhenren present, he was filled with anger and shock: "This is not my fault at all. It's all your fault. Now that Feng Yangzi is dead, you can't change anything."

boom!

These words struck Gu Mo like a thunderbolt.

"What did you say?"

Gu Mo's body trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice.

"Feng Yangzi is dead, and so are you. You can't change anything about my former senior brother."

Song Yuhuan roared with delight.

My master is dead. My master is dead.

Gu Mo murmured to himself, a wave of sorrow welling up in his eyes, and two lines of clear tears gradually slid down his cheeks.

Even though Gu Mo already had a bad feeling, hearing it with his own ears was a completely different experience.

"what!"

Gu Mo looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, his deep sorrow resounding through the heavens.

Seeing Gu Mo like this, Song Yuhuan felt even more pleased.

But the next second, a voice that seemed to crawl out of hell rang in my ears.

"Now that your master is dead, go down and repent."

Gu Mo raised his murderous eyes, his black robe swaying without wind, and pronounced Song Yuhuan's death sentence with his words.

"How dare you! The one who will die today is you!"

When Xuan Yang Zhenren saw that Gu Mo was ignoring him, he became furious.

"Fine, I'll send you, you old dog, to hell first."

Gu Mo was like a demon god, exuding a terrifying aura.

Without saying anything more, he will prove everything with his actions.

In an instant, Gu Mo gathered his fist power, and the extreme Yin energy within his body surged wildly.

The sky above suddenly changed color, and a terrifying pressure descended like an insurmountable mountain.

Master Xuan Yang's expression changed drastically; he felt an attack from that punch that was powerful enough to kill him.

The next moment, the punch crashed down from the sky.

This punch contained extremely yin power that chilled to the bone.

This punch contained a chilling killing intent as vast as a sea of ​​blood within Gu Mo's heart.

This punch contained the heart-wrenching, tearing pain deep within.

This punch seemed to shatter the heavens and earth, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, and smashed out like a meteorite.

Time itself seemed to stand still at that moment, and the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the impact of that punch.

Master Xuanyang was terrified, but a gut feeling told him otherwise.

He couldn't take that punch; taking it would mean certain death.

Without hesitation, under the threat of death, Master Xuanyang decisively chose to avoid it.

However, this punch had already sealed off the aura surrounding True Man Xuan Yang.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Master Xuanyang gritted his teeth and had no choice but to use his trump card to try to defend himself.

But it was all too late.

boom!

In the instant of the collision, Xuan Yang Zhenren's body was blasted into a bloody mist by the terrifying power of this punch.

A powerful cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Realm died instantly, his life force extinguished.

As Gu Mo threw this punch, he felt an extreme sense of weakness in his body for a moment.

To kill Song Yuhuan and rescue his junior sister, he must act without holding back.

Therefore, he used almost all of his extreme Yin power in this punch.

Blood mixed with bits of flesh rained down on Song Yuhuan's head, filling the air with a pungent, metallic smell.

Song Yuhuan stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

It all seemed like an illusion; the dignified Xuan Yang Zhenren, a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, was actually killed by a single punch.

But the thick, pungent smell of blood and the scattered pieces of flesh on the ground assaulted Song Yuhuan's senses, forcing him to believe in the reality of it all.

Looking at Gu Mo walking towards him, Song Yuhuan felt more than just fear; it was a tremor deep in his soul.

At this moment, Gu Mo seemed to transform once again into the omnipotent senior brother.

"ah."

The next moment, Song Yuhuan felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a hand inserted into his chest and gripping his rapidly beating heart. With just a little force, it would burst open.

"Senior brother, I am your junior brother, please don't kill me, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Meeting Gu Mo's eyes that pierced the depths of his soul, and feeling the shadow of death looming over him, Song Yuhuan was instantly terrified and burst into tears on the spot.

"So...you do have feelings after all..."

Feeling the heart beating in his palm, Gu Mo lowered his eyes and said softly.

"Senior brother, please don't kill me, I was really wrong."

Song Yuhuan continued to beg for mercy.

"But someone like you... doesn't deserve to have a heart..."

After Gu Mo finished speaking coldly, he suddenly ripped the heart out of the flesh.

Staring at the bright red heart in his palm, he suddenly exerted force and crushed it.

Song Yuhuan's body slowly fell backward, his eyes still filled with lingering fear.

He didn't die at the hands of Hu Baibai, but at the hands of Gu Mo.