The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

"Since you attacked us with numbers first, don't blame me for giving you a taste of your own medicine!"

As Qin Changye spoke, he directly opened the third level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

The corpses of the previously killed Bright Ancestor, Duan Tianlang, the bearded old man, and others have all been transformed into Qin Changye's immortal puppets, which Qin Changye has put on masks and released without hesitation.

In an instant, more than a dozen immortal puppets stood around Qin Changye. The weakest of these immortal puppets was at the eighth level of the Emperor Martial Realm, and the strongest was a half-saint.

The entire audience was shocked.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there are still people siding with Qin Changye, and so many of them at that.

Rumble!

At the same time, the royal thunderclouds in the sky completed their color change, and a purple bolt of lightning, carrying a thunderous power that could almost destroy the world, roared straight toward Xiu'er.

Almost everyone believed that Xiu'er, whose cultivation had just been upgraded to the Emperor Martial Realm, could not possibly withstand this extremely terrifying purple lightning!

Qin Changye, however, had great confidence in Xiuer.

Of course, Qin Changye could also intervene and easily help block this purple lightning bolt.

However, this is not conducive to Xiuer's sustainable development in the future!

It will cause Xiuer to develop a deep-seated inner demon of fear when facing heavenly lightning.

Qin Changye will not offer assistance unless absolutely necessary.

At the same time, three extraordinary assassins from the Thousand Kill Alliance made their move first.

The first assassin, wielding two curved blades that glowed with a poisonous green light, aimed straight for Qin Changye's legs.

The second assassin, wielding a slender, jet-black sword, silently stabbed towards Qin Changye's back.

The third assassin flicked his right hand, and a blue restrictive rune descended upon Qin Changye.

Three extraordinary assassins worked together flawlessly.

One attacked and captured, one attacked and captured, and one blocked the retreat route.

Qin Changye did not hesitate and immediately used "Shadow Shift" to teleport away, avoiding the assassination attempts on his back and legs.

But the restrictive rune above his head still fell, and the blue light formed a shackle around him, imprisoning him in place.

Then, the three assassins simultaneously changed tactics, slashing horizontally with curved blades, thrusting straight with rapiers, and stacking talismans once more.

Qin Changye was trapped in place and could only parry with his ink sword, seemingly about to reach a dead end.

Not far away, Zhao Tiangui was fighting against more than a dozen immortal puppets by himself, and he was still holding his own.

He formed hand seals, and layers of yellow light shields, nine in total, illuminated his body, protecting him from all sides.

This is the Nine-Layer Tortoise Shell Shield, his signature move.

Each layer can withstand a full-force attack from a pseudo-saint level.

With nine layers stacked on top of each other, even a true Saint-level expert would have to put in some effort.

After setting up his defenses, he looked at Qin Changye, who was in grave danger, and couldn't help but smile.

Then, he slowly took out a bronze mirror from his pocket. The mirror surface gleamed with an eerie blood-red light, and he pointed it at Qin Changye, who was surrounded by three assassins.

A beam of blood-red light shot out from the bronze mirror and silently entered Qin Changye's brow.

"This is the Soul-Capturing Mirror." Zhao Tiangui's voice was filled with undisguised smugness. "This soul attack, even if it can't kill you, can at least distract you for a moment, and that's enough."

Indeed, it seemed to be true; for a fleeting moment, Qin Changye's eyes glazed over.

The attacks of the three assassins arrived simultaneously: a scimitar slashed at his left rib, a rapier pierced his right shoulder, and runes exploded on his chest.

However, the next moment, when everyone was convinced that Qin Changye was doomed.

A sudden change occurred.

The first assassin's curved blade struck Qin Changye's left ribs, but didn't even break the skin.

The second assassin's rapier pierced Qin Changye's right shoulder in the same way.

As for the rune released by the third assassin, after it exploded on Qin Changye's chest, it only tore a little bit of the clothing on his chest.

Then, the three assassins, sensing something was wrong, saw a cold smile creep onto Qin Changye's lips: "I was just playing around with you earlier, and you actually took it seriously?"

As they spoke, Qin Changye, who should have been trapped in place, instantly broke free of his restraints and swiftly thrust out his ink sword.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Accompanied by three chilling sounds, Qin Changye's ink sword pierced through the chests of three assassins in succession.

It turns out that Qin Changye had feigned weakness just now to make the three assassins underestimate him and then approach him, so that Qin Changye could kill them instantly.

As Qin Changye buried the three corpses in the third level of the Burial Immortal Tower, the yellow energy that fed back to him, while not causing him to level up again, brought him to the brink of leveling up.

"If I kill this Zhao Tiangui now, my cultivation level should increase!"

Qin Changye's gaze urgently turned to Zhao Tiangui, not as if he were looking at a person, but more as if he were looking at the stepping stone on his path to advancement.

"Die!"

Before Qin Changye could launch an attack, Zhao Tiangui, having regained his senses, charged straight at Qin Changye, carrying a nine-layered tortoise-shell shield.

During this time, the dozen or so immortal puppets that had been surrounding him stepped forward to block him, but they were all knocked away by him.

His nine-layered tortoise shell shield was so thick that wearing it was like wearing a divine artifact, indestructible and unbreakable.

He was going to smash Qin Changye to pieces!

boom!

Qin Changye did not hesitate and slashed out with his ink sword.

What he unleashed was none other than the sixth move of the "God-Slaying Sword Technique," "Sword Slaying the Holy Emperor"!

Now that Qin Changye's cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm, he can easily use this move again, and he can unleash its true power to the fullest!

However, when the sharp sword light struck Zhao Tiangui's nine-layered tortoise shell shield, it shattered instantly, leaving only a few cracks that were almost invisible to the naked eye on the first layer of the shield.

Even these tiny cracks are constantly repairing themselves.

boom!

Then, Zhao Tiangui, carrying the nine-layered tortoise shell shield, slammed into Qin Changye.

Qin Changye was thrown dozens of meters away, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"So resilient? Let's try again!"

Zhao Tiangui frowned and continued to charge at Qin Changye even more fiercely.

He had originally thought that even if the collision didn't kill Qin Changye, it would at least severely injure him. However, Qin Changye only suffered some minor injuries, which was almost unacceptable to him.

The onlookers were stunned. To be able to stand still despite being hit by a pseudo-saint, Qin Changye's physical strength was truly terrifying.

"I haven't seen you in just a few days, and my progress has been rapid. I never expected Qin Changye's progress to be even more rapid—no, it can absolutely be called miraculous!"

Zhou Tianwu, wearing a ghost mask, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Beyond the awe, there is a greater motivation to strive for strength!

Rumble...

At the same time, the purple lightning descended, striking Xiu'er hard.

"This little girl is doomed under this wave of lightning!"

Feeling the terror of the purple lightning, many people exclaimed with conviction.

Let alone Xiuer, whose cultivation had just been upgraded to the Emperor Martial Realm, even those present whose cultivation was at the second or third level of the Emperor Martial Realm, or even the fourth or fifth level, believed that they would have no chance of resisting this purple heavenly lightning.