Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

A group of Nine Blades Sect disciples, employing various techniques, clashed with the Golden Begonia disciples who rushed forward.

Amidst the flashing blades and the flickering flames of talismans, they managed to temporarily halt the enemy's advance.

Meanwhile, the remaining Nine Blades Sect disciples who had not yet stepped forward immediately began casting spells, and streaks of mysterious light shone from their hands, connecting with each other to form a formation.

Zhang Baisheng was also involved in the battle with Jin Tang, but his gaze never left Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's strength was not stronger than his, but Zhang Baisheng knew that the other party's strength was also different from the people in front of him. Once he joined, it could break the deadlock.

Looking at the situation at the Nine Blades Sect, Zhao Yan said, "All they know is how to pull these petty tricks."

With a loud bang, he broke through to Zhang Baisheng's side, his fist flying towards him with a whistling sound.

Zhang Baisheng immediately unfolded his fan, and the shadow beneath his feet lengthened.

The heavy fist was blocked by the gleaming metal fan, and Zhang Baisheng took a step back and fell into the shadows.

Zhao Yan was alert to his surroundings. He was certain that Zhang Baisheng would come out from there, but then he saw the other party appear in front of the disciples who were forming an array, his eyes full of vigilance.

"You choose to run away instead of fight? Zhang Baisheng, that's not like you."

Zhang Baisheng did not leave him, but continued to slap the fan in his hand, unleashing bursts of slashes.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan stopped talking to him. He guessed that the formation might be the key, so he rushed towards Zhang Baisheng and his disciples. Along the way, he smashed the bodies or broke the limbs of the Nine Blades Sect disciples who tried to stop him.

Just as Zhao Yan leaped high into the air and unleashed a punch filled with accumulated power, the formation was completed.

All the surviving Nine Blades Sect disciples emitted green light from their chests, and in the blink of an eye, all those who were fighting Jin Tang disappeared, including Zhang Baisheng, and they all appeared inside the formation.

Zhao Yandi's fist slammed into the green-glowing array, but there was no reaction, not even a sound.

The disciples of Jintang surrounded him. He tapped on the outer shell of the formation, which was very hard. Several disciples tried to break through it with their spells, but they could not.

"Is this how your Nine Blades Sect operates? Are you trying to act like a coward?"

"Okay, let's just stay here and see who can outlast whom."

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he plopped down on the floor. He was going to wait here today and see who could hold out the longest.

Zhang Baisheng sneered: "That's good, I was just afraid you'd leave."

Before Zhao Yan could react to what the other party meant, a damp arm suddenly shot out and went straight for him.

"not good!"

He quickly retreated, his arm extending with a whoosh, moving incredibly fast.

Seeing that he was about to be grabbed, Zhao Yan reached out and grabbed the arm of the person next to him, throwing him away with brute force, causing their arms to collide.

"Senior Brother Zhao...you bastard! Aaaaaaah!"

The moment he made contact, he felt a surge of cold, icy energy rush into his body, violently destroying it.

Then, before everyone's eyes, this disciple of Jintang turned into a dried-up corpse, his body seemingly drained of all bones, and fell to the ground.

A figure slowly emerged from among the Nine Blades Sect disciples encircled by the magic array, which had no effect on it.

Each step left a wet footprint on the ground, and water continued to drip from my body as I walked.

Zhao Yan looked closely and saw a thin, bony man with red eyes, but no sign of life.

Its entire body was soaking wet, yet this did not diminish the dryness of its skin. It opened its mouth and let out a low growl.

"A magical artifact, a drowning ghost."

Zhao Yan recognized it and exclaimed, "No wonder I couldn't find this when I was checking the Nine Blades Sect's collection. I thought it had been resurrected and run away!"

"So you took it and finished refining it. Aren't you afraid it won't last long with something like this?"

"Even in death, he didn't live a good life."

Zhao Yan scoffed. He had already seen through the formation the Nine Blades Sect disciple who was controlling the magic weapon. His arm had begun to melt, but the disciple was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Zhang Baisheng replied, "Zhao Yan, no matter what you say, you cannot deny the fact that you cannot resist this magic weapon."

"Including myself, every Nine Blades Sect disciple here has their own awareness."

If you insist on staying here, we can gamble with you.

He clenched his fist and said resolutely, "Only those who gamble to the end win!"

Zhang Baisheng also knew that this magic weapon was evil. Ordinary magic weapons consumed Xuan Qi, but this magic weapon consumed the cultivator's flesh and blood.

Each time it is used, the corpse poison will invade the body. The more it is used and the longer it is used, the more the body will be eroded, eventually turning into a pool of corpse water. With such an effect, its power is naturally remarkable. It has good resistance to magic, water, fire, etc., can directly absorb others, and has a very long range of control and movement.

This is their best option when there are no other means available.

"Although it was hastily refined and there was no way to take proper restorative measures, it is enough that it can still function."

"I doubt that Jin Tang and his buddies expected us to pull this stunt."

Seeing that Zhao Yan and the other Jintang people were wary of the drowning ghost, Zhang Baisheng felt a little more at ease.

It's good that they're wary now. The Nine Blades Sect has both defensive measures and offensive capabilities, and the victory in this battle is beginning to lean towards them.

The drowning ghost stood there silently, without any reaction, but everyone knew that if they went forward, they would suffer the same fate as the guy just now, turning into a puddle of something resembling pigskin.

Zhao Yan remained silent; for them, there was indeed no better solution at the moment.

If it were just a matter of fighting the drowning ghost, he could manage to keep up with its pure blood realm strength. However, the Nine Blades Sect disciples were holed up in a hard turtle shell. If other disciples rushed forward and approached the formation, the drowning ghost would be controlled to come back and kill the others. In that case, he would be at a disadvantage from both sides.

The drowning ghost can detach its body and return, but the question is, would Zhao Yan dare to take it back after it's detached? And could he stop it?

"I thought it would be a simple cleaning task, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

"You Nine Blades Sect are truly like a centipede that dies but doesn't fall down."

He dispersed the profound energy circulating in his hands and instructed Jin Tang's disciples to stand in neat rows.

Seeing this, Zhang Baisheng asked suspiciously, "Could it be that they are also going to use some kind of formation?"

"This wooden defensive array is from the curator's collection. Its protective capabilities are comparable to those of a True Profound Realm cultivator. Even if someone uses any means, it can hold out for a while."

"Besides, we kept it very secret, it was airtight, and they definitely didn't have any prior preparations."

While Zhang Baisheng was still pondering, he saw the opposing group kneel down, clasp their hands in greeting, and shout, "Welcome, Master, to take action!"

Master of Jintang Pavilion, Jin Feiyang!

Is he here? That's impossible!

The Martial Virtue Division's formations clearly prohibit...

A painful groan came from behind Zhang Baisheng, and he quickly turned his head to look.

Three disciples lay on the ground, their arms forcibly torn off. Another Jin Tang disciple coldly watched the wailing before him, his hands stained with blood.

"What are you doing!"

Zhang Baisheng shouted, opened his fan, and was about to take action; he wouldn't allow anything to happen at that moment.

But the next moment, the wooden array began to shatter from the top, as if it could no longer hold on, and pieces fell to the ground and turned into light and electricity.

Zhang Baisheng's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he was about to order the Nine Blades Sect disciples to disperse, he saw the Golden Begonia disciple smile slightly, and his skin and flesh began to fall off.

"Long time no see, Zhang Baisheng."

"The last time we met, you were still a child."