Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

If they were still on the Xuanhuang Continent, Su Chen Highlands would have directly taught them how to speak.

In the spirit world, however, a great war between good and evil is imminent.

If it were just a minor trouble on a regular day, that would be one thing.

Making trouble at this time would only give the sect members something to criticize.

If his old master knew that he had repeatedly caused trouble using his name, he would be in trouble.

He's probably going to vomit blood.

Speaking of which, what a load of bullshit Demon Flame Sect.

I've never heard of Xiao Zong.

During the truce between the righteous and the demonic forces, these kinds of people would hide in the shadows and make a living.

"Su has no prior dealings with the Demon Flame Sect."

"No need for further contact."

Jiao Wujiu tucked both hands into his sleeves.

"I simply find that you have many rare and precious items, fellow Daoist."

"I've come today simply to borrow something from you, fellow Daoist."

Su Chen laughed...

To borrow a phrase, it's murder and robbery.

They robbed them outright.

Jiao Wujiu had a clear plan in mind.

A lone, fat sheep, carrying extinct spiritual materials on its back.

He claimed to be a true disciple of the Haori Sect and a top student of Li Changfeng.

Whether it's true or false.

If we keep things clean in the void, and throw the corpses into the Spirit Mist Rift Valley, with the righteous and demonic forces locked in fierce combat, who can trace it back to the Demon Flame Sect?

Even if he really is that madman's apprentice, a dead man can't speak.

Li Changfeng managed to catch a wisp of a lonely soul scattered in the void.

"Killing Formation"

Jiao Wujiu gave the order.

The six demonic beams contracted simultaneously, and the six magical treasures soared into the air.

A small red bone banner, two short black-bladed halberds, a chain of skulls dripping with black oil, a cracked bronze bell, and a magic net adorned with scorched feathers.

Six streams of demonic fire erupted from the magic weapon, twisting together in the void before crashing down on Su Chen.

Su Chen did not avoid it.

A layer of fine, shimmering light rose from the blue robe.

Angry scales on a green robe.

When the demonic fire struck, the scales rippled outwards in layers, like a stagnant pool being rippled by a stone, yet not a single spark of fire leaked in.

"Protective Armor!"

A demonic cultivator snarled.

"No wonder they dared to challenge the Crimson Flame Sect."

Jiao Wujiu's face twitched.

"Catch him in the net."

The magic net adorned with scorched feathers suddenly opened and enveloped Su Chen.

Halfway through the net, Su Chen's figure suddenly seemed to float in mid-air.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

The area, which was about ten feet in size, was folded into a small square. Su Chen squeezed through the gap between the two short, black blades, the magic net covering the air, and plunged headfirst into a piece of gravel.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

Su Chen's escape light had already reached within three feet of the Demon Cultivator holding the Net.

My natal spirit sword emerges from my sleeve.

The sword was entirely bluish-gray, and the ancient patterns on its spine glowed with a faint light under the illumination of the demonic fire.

A sword was thrust forward.

Where the sword's edge passed, a shallow crease appeared in the void.

The demonic cultivator's protective aura didn't even have time to emit a crisp sound before it folded inside the fold along with the crease.

Half of his body was cut open diagonally.

The demonic blood dispersed into a crimson mist in the void, neither falling nor dissipating, just hanging there.

"One sword."

"Middle stage of Void Refining?!"

The remaining demonic cultivators' escape lights all froze.

Su Chen swung his sword again, and the sword light cut into the escape light of the two demonic cultivators, actually deflecting their escape direction by three zhang.

The trenches carved out of the void by the sword energy took a moment to heal.

"The Laws of Space!"

Jiao Wujiu, on the contrary, showed no fear, standing with his hands behind his back, looking like he had Su Chen completely under his thumb.

"Hey kid, I've got something good for you!"

With a wave of his hand...

The Gu-shaped bone nail, once unsheathed, transformed into a three-zhang-long black shadow.

The killing weapon, personally activated by a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement stage, was so fast that even the void itself couldn't keep up.

Su Chen frowned. He had never seen this thing before, so he naturally had to be careful.

I had actually seen a couple of these kinds of magical treasures in the Xuanhuang Continent in my early years.

Back then, the demon race from the outer seas of the Xuanhuang Continent invaded.

I have also witnessed the battle between the demon race and the human race from afar.

There are quite a few similar magical artifacts.

But this is the upper realm, and its cultivation and foundation are far superior to those of the Boundless Sea.

Before we are certain of the power of this treasure, we should not underestimate it.

He wielded his pen with a single stroke to overcome calamities during the Spring and Autumn Period.

Ink marks streak across the sky.

The void was torn open by a slit, and there was neither light nor sound in that slit.

Only swallowing and spitting.

"Pen!"

Jiao Wujiu's voice cracked.

The bone nail struck the ink mark and, without even struggling, was swallowed into the endless void.

The two demonic cultivators who rushed in the closest were also pulled in by that force.

One of them was still channeling spiritual energy into the skull chain when the chain disappeared along with him.

The void returned to normal.

There was a moment of silence.

"Tear... tear apart the void."

"Such methods..."

Jiao Wujiu's charred face showed no sign of anger at this moment.

All that's left is greed.

A magical artifact capable of tearing through the void, a magical artifact capable of swallowing the killing weapon of a Nascent Soul cultivator in one gulp.

That pen.

That body embodies the laws of space.

This guy is a menace in life, but what's in his sleeve is an incredible opportunity.

No matter what, people must stay today.

It's best if they live, but I'll accept the death if they die.

"Blood Slaughter".

Jiao Wujiu shouted into the depths of the void.

There was no response from the other side.

Jiao Wujiu then pressed down on him himself.

The overwhelming pressure of the Great Perfection of Refining Emptiness spread out, compressing the surrounding void into a thick, viscous paste.

The six demonic flames regrouped, and a black lotus bloomed on the top of the crimson bone banner.

Su Chen then realized how strenuous it was.

This kind of magical artifact is similar to that of Wang Qiushan of the Starry Sky Dao Sect back then.

They are somewhat similar.

Before Su Chen could think further, the killing formations merged!

With his angry-scaled blue robe, he could naturally withstand some of the attack.

Then use your sword intent to resist those few demonic flames.

"A rogue cultivator from the lower realm."

"He has some skill, but his foundation is ultimately very weak."

After all, he was Li Changfeng's disciple, and Li Changfeng was a big shot in this area.

Knowing this, yet still so arrogant.

There is only one possibility: they believe that Su Chen is destined to be killed today.

No matter what methods Su Chen has, he will inevitably die if he tries to deal with all of these methods at once.

Afterwards, just act as if nothing happened.

However, if Su Chen escapes, that would be troublesome.

In the future...

Thinking of this, even more terrifying spiritual energy surged towards Su Chen.

Su Chen looked at the other person as if they were an idiot.

If I were to take action myself, I wouldn't give my opponent a chance to breathe.

And the old man was stunned.

The power of the Heavenly Tribulation overflowed from the Immaculate Sword Embryo.

He cleaved the red bone banner with his sword.

The flagpole exploded into several pieces, and the black lotus went out.

Jiao Wujiu was numb.

"The power of heavenly tribulation?"

This thing is absolutely terrifying.

Every cultivator inevitably faces a tribulation when crossing a major realm.

It can be said that its terrifying nature has led countless cultivators to regard it as a demon in their hearts.

However, if this thing were used by Su Chen when he was in the Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation stage in the lower realm...

It's nothing, of course.

But now that Su Chen's cultivation level is sufficient to control the power of this heavenly tribulation, that's a different story.

Before he could finish speaking...

A surge of energy descended from the depths of the shattered star cluster.

The void seemed to be held back by something below, so solid that even the escape light couldn't be dragged along.

Su Chen's escape speed suddenly decreased by 30%.

The figure emerged from behind a boulder the size of a mountain, its entire body shrouded in dark red blood mist, making its face completely obscured.

Initial stage of fusion.

Blood Butcher, guardian of the Demon Flame Gate.

It had been kept under wraps until now, only now revealing itself.

Su Chen felt a chill in his heart.

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