Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" Qian Junlin exclaimed, his copper coins flying out incessantly, but he couldn't stop the restrictions on the tomb passage.

The five members of Wanxiang charged left and right, but seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to get out.

On the stage, the audience watching this scene through the light screen erupted in cheers.

"Tian Ce is really being unfair! They actually abandoned Wanxiang and ran away?"

"Since it was agreed upon beforehand, we can't entirely blame Tian Ce..."

"Vientiane is in danger now!"

"Look, it seems like the people from Shenwu and Taixu are coming!"

Sure enough, the light screen switched, and Li Yuan and Leng Ning Shuang were seen leading the way, having already arrived in front of the ancient tomb.

As soon as they got close, they saw Tian Ce and the others retreating from the tomb entrance in a disheveled state.

"What's the situation inside?" Li Yuan stopped Leng Yue and asked directly.

Sensing the aura of the Breaking Illusion Realm emanating from Li Yuan, Leng Yue was shocked and, without concealing anything, truthfully recounted the situation inside.

Li Yuan frowned and exchanged a glance with Leng Ning Shuang. He hadn't expected it to be like this, but then he thought it made sense.

The points situation is somewhat delicate at this point. Shenwu has a total of 2.5 points, Taixu Academy only has 1.5 points, Zhao Lingyun will get 2 points if he successfully takes the fox demon hostage, and Wanxiang only has 1 point so far, and the situation is not good.

This final point from the ancient tomb became the key to determining the ranking.

After a moment's thought, Li Yuan realized he was already confident of victory and had even done Wanxiang a favor, so there was no need to fight for this point.

"Senior Sister Leng, how about I, Shenwu, take charge of guarding these hostages while you go in and see if there's anything you can do to help?"

Li Yuan looked at Leng Ning Shuang, his tone calm.

Leng Ning Shuang, being quick-witted, immediately understood his intention. After a moment's thought, she said, "Alright, I'll go in first."

Taixu really needs this point, otherwise it would truly be at the bottom.

Without another word, she moved swiftly and entered the tomb entrance without hesitation.

Deep within the ancient tomb, a chilling wind howled, and the Myriad Manifestations Squad was trapped on the edge of a burial pit, caught in a dilemma.

The golden light on the bamboo slip in Wen Ruoxu's hand had dimmed. The five people stood back to back, struggling to resist the surging Yin spirits from all directions, and also had to deal with the poison arrows that were shot out from time to time.

The ghost cultivator hid in the black mist, chuckling incessantly, determined to wear them down completely.

"Senior Brother Wen, this can't go on. Maybe... we should just admit defeat," one of the team members suggested cautiously.

"Those bastards from Tian Ce! Don't let me see them again!" The other man became increasingly angry and couldn't help but curse.

Wen Ruoxu was also extremely anxious. He tried to deduce the life gate of the formation, but the restrictions in the tomb were very ancient and difficult to break in a short time.

Are we really going to admit defeat and withdraw?

He was really unwilling to accept it.

Just when everyone was almost in despair, a white figure swiftly swept in from the depths of the tomb passage.

Instead of attacking immediately, Leng Ningshuang stopped and asked in a cold voice, "Senior Brother Wen, do you need any help?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruoxu and the others were greatly encouraged.

"Miss Leng," Wen Ruoxu hurriedly called out, "this ghost cultivator has activated the ancient tomb's restrictions and is extremely troublesome. Please help us escape."

Upon seeing a powerful enemy intrude, the ghost cultivator's eerie laughter abruptly ceased, the black mist surged violently, and even more yin spirits poured out from the soul banner.

"Watch out! It's going to fight desperately!" Qian Junlin shouted in a panic.

Leng Ningshuang, however, was in no hurry to act. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Senior Brother Wen, my Taixu Academy is willing to join forces with Wanxiang Academy. If we succeed, we will each receive half of this share. Are you willing?"

Half a point?

Another half portion?

The audience below the stage all had strange expressions. They never expected that Leng Ning Shuang, who was always cold and aloof, would also learn this trick from Li Yuan. However, having learned from the previous example, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

Wen Ruoxu nodded in agreement almost without hesitation: "That is indeed my wish, I dare not ask! I, Wanxiang, am willing to join forces with Taixu to slay this fiend and divide the token equally!"

At this moment, being able to escape safely is already a blessing, and even a little bit is a little bit, which is much better than nothing.

The agreement was reached instantly.

"In that case, let's do it!"

Leng Ning Shuang said no more, formed a hand seal, and unleashed her full magical power. A chilling aura far exceeding the previous one spread out from her center.

"The Great Void Secret Technique: Frozen Netherworld!"

A cold shout rang out, and starting from her feet, a layer of crystal-clear ice and snow rapidly spread out, instantly covering most of the burial pit. Wherever it passed, everything was instantly frozen.

This is no ordinary ice; it is a high-level domain technique that has an extremely strong restraining effect on ghosts and spirits.

The black mist surrounding the ghost cultivator hissed and thinned rapidly the moment it touched the ice domain.

It was horrified to discover that its connection with the ancient tomb's formation had also been greatly disrupted.

"Now!"

Wen Ruoxu's eyes flashed with a sharp light. How could he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? He suddenly threw the bamboo slip in his hand into the air. The bamboo slip unfolded on its own without wind, and one by one, large golden ancient seal characters flew out and intertwined in the air to form a "Great Righteousness Breaks Evil Chapter".

The righteous energy, like the blazing sun melting snow, dispelled the yin energy and purified those evil spirits.

"Myriad Manifestations of the Universe: Soul-Suppressing Talisman!"

Qian Junlin also used up his last bit of magic power, throwing out all the exorcism talismans on his body at once, which turned into a rain of light that shot towards the soul banner.

"kill!"

The others were not to be outdone and attacked the ghost cultivator together.

The ghost cultivator finally felt the deadly threat. It was not a demon that was good at frontal attacks, but rather at mental erosion. Now, it was suppressed by the combined forces of the Frozen Domain and Righteous Qi, and its power was greatly reduced.

“Wuwu!”

Seeing that the soul banner was on the verge of collapse, the ghost cultivator let out a venomous shriek and suddenly extended a withered ghost claw from the black mist, grabbing at the depths of the burial pit.

"Whoosh!"

A dark shadow was forcibly pulled out of the coffin; it was the hostage it had hidden there.

"Take it!"

The ghost cultivator yelled and used the hostage as a shield, throwing it at Wen Ruoxu. At the same time, he turned into a wisp of black smoke, abandoned the soul banner, and tried to escape in the chaos.

Knowing that all was lost and that survival was paramount, it even abandoned the soul banner it had painstakingly crafted.

"Quickly, after them!" Qian Junlin shouted urgently, and in a flash, he had already given chase.

A cold glint flashed in Wen Ruoxu's eyes. He opened the scroll in his hand with a "whoosh" and caught the flying hostage steadily. He pushed the hostage towards the Wanxiang team members who were rushing behind him. At the same time, he shot out and chased after them.

laugh!

The true energy, though released later, arrived first and precisely disappeared into the black smoke.

"ah--!"

A mournful howl rang out, and the black smoke churned violently before quickly fading and dissipating, leaving only a faint wisp of yin energy that vanished into the depths of the tomb.

Qian Junlin wanted to give chase, but Wen Ruoxu stopped him with a raised hand, saying, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

After all, the hostage had been obtained, and the ghost cultivator was severely injured and no longer had the power to do evil.

"He got off too easy!"

Qian Junlin stamped his foot angrily and had no choice but to give up.

After losing its master's control, the soul-summoning banner was struck by a blast of cold air from Leng Ningshuang. With a "crack," it shattered into ice shards scattered on the ground, and the yin energy quickly dissipated.

With the dust settled, Wen Ruoxu picked up the token, walked up to Leng Ningshuang, and presented it with both hands.