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The power of the restriction originated from the remnant soul of the Sword Saint, but was limited by Chu Feng's own strength.

This witch absorbed all the essence of another disciple and squeezed it out of Lei Wanjun for half a day. Now her cultivation level is no longer that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

Chu Feng's lips twitched.

Holy crap, this script is all wrong.

Hongxiu huddled behind the ruins, trembling like a leaf, clutching the account book tightly in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lei Wanjun fared even worse; he lay on the ground pretending to be dead, not daring to even lift his head.

Gu Yaoyao walked up to Chu Feng, extended a finger, and gently placed it on his chin, lifting his face up slightly.

"It's so beautiful."

She leaned closer, her nose almost touching Chu Feng's face, and took a deep breath. "Ah, pure yang energy, so strong!"

"It's been hundreds of years since I've smelled anything this pure."

Her fingers slid down Chu Feng's jawline, past his Adam's apple, and landed on his chest.

"Once I've completely ravaged you, I might just recover to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!"

Chu Feng stared at her face, which belonged to Gu Yaoyao, and those pink heart-shaped pupils that were completely inhuman.

"You're an old hag who's lived for hundreds of years, using a young girl's body to scam people out of food and drink. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Gu Yaoyao was amused.

"That guy's really stubborn."

"It's okay, what I want is hard."

Her fingers began to probe inside Chu Feng's collar.

Chu Feng shrank back, but his body was locked by the laws and he couldn't dodge at all.

Her fingertips had already touched the skin below his collarbone.

A strange pink spiritual energy burrowed into his body through the point of contact, like countless invisible worms trying to pry open the defenses of his meridians.

Chu Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew very well that if he dragged this out any longer, he would really become a dried-up corpse.

Can't wait any longer.

With a thought, Chu Feng probed the deepest part of the storage bag with his divine sense.

The jade talisman, engraved with a phoenix spreading its wings, lay quietly inside.

The trump card that Feng Jiuyou gave him to save his life.

A strike that transforms one into a god.

He originally intended to keep this thing for larger situations, but he didn't expect to need it in the secret realm.

Forget it, I'm about to die anyway, what's the point of keeping my life? Anyway, Feng Jiuyou is still here, I can just ask her for one if I want!

Chu Feng poured all the remaining spiritual power he could muster into his divine sense, and it suddenly erupted.

Click!

The jade talisman shattered.

A terrifying aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color erupted from the fragments.

That was the divine power of a Nascent Soul cultivator...

Gu Yaoyao's fingers had just touched the second button on Chu Feng's chest when she suddenly froze.

A golden phoenix phantom instantly appeared in her pink pupils.

The phantom materialized from the void beside Chu Feng.

A dark palace dress with a subtle golden phoenix pattern, exuding unparalleled elegance.

That stunningly beautiful face, with its unchanging indifference, looked down upon everything before it.

Feng Jiuyou's incarnation avatar...

The moment she appeared, the Nascent Soul Laws that locked the space around Chu Feng seemed like thin ice meeting the blazing sun.

Click click click!

The invisible laws began to crack visibly, then shattered inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

Chu Feng felt a sudden relaxation in his body, and power surged back into his limbs and bones.

He took two steps back, stretched his stiff neck, pointed his finger at Gu Yaoyao's nose, and spoke loudly.

"Ancestor!"

"Kill this pervert!"

Feng Jiuyou's clone showed no change in expression.

Those aloof phoenix eyes merely glanced at Chu Feng before settling on Gu Yaoyao.

Gu Yaoyao felt as if her blood had frozen instantly.

She staggered back three steps, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared on her alluring face.

The pink heart-shaped pupils contracted sharply, and its lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Transformation, transformation into a god..."

"A Nascent Soul clone?!?!"

She has lived for hundreds of years and has witnessed many grand occasions during her prime.

But that was also his peak period.

She is now just a remnant soul, barely recovering to the Nascent Soul stage by possessing another body and absorbing essence.

Faced with the true power of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator, it was like a sparrow that had just left its nest, looking up and seeing a colossal dragon soaring into the sky.

Without saying a word, Gu Yaoyao turned and ran.

The graceful figure transformed into a streak of pink light and fled madly into the depths of the secret realm.

However, Feng Jiuyou's clone only managed to grasp something in mid-air.

The pink streak of light abruptly stopped, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.

Gu Yaoyao's body was frozen in mid-air, her limbs stiff, and even her eyes could not move.

Her lips trembled, and her heart-shaped pupils reflected the image of Feng Jiuyou's clone, filled with despair.

"No... let me go..."

Feng Jiuyou's clone showed no expression.

Chu Feng rubbed his sore neck, looked up at Gu Yaoyao who was frozen in place, and sighed.

"We're really awesome."

Gu Yaoyao was frozen in mid-air, her eyes darting around wildly.

She has lived for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of storms.

But given the situation today, she has truly accepted her defeat.

A divine clone.

Even if it's just a clone, it's still a Nascent Soul cultivator.

She was a remnant soul who barely recovered to the Nascent Soul stage by absorbing other people's essence, and she didn't even have the right to struggle in front of the God Transformation stage.

But she didn't want to die.

She waited hundreds of years for a chance to be resurrected, how could she just give up like this?

Gu Yaoyao's pupils suddenly contracted, and a crazy smile appeared on her lips.

"Since we can't survive... let's die together!!!"

The nascent soul power within her body instantly went berserk.

Chu Feng's pupils contracted.

"Holy crap, she's going to self-destruct!"

boom! ! !

Gu Yaoyao's physical body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction, wrapped in an eerie pink spiritual energy, transformed into a terrifying shockwave that exploded in all directions.

The disciples who were still lying on the square were directly blasted over by the shockwave, and Hongxiu was even pushed several feet away by the shockwave.

Chu Feng's feet sank, and his two golden cores spun frantically as he barely managed to steady himself.

But Feng Jiuyou's clone simply waved his sleeve lightly.

The shockwave from the self-destruction, powerful enough to level half a mountain, immediately subsided.

Chu Feng looked at the instantly calm surroundings and his lips twitched.

A Nascent Soul cultivator is just a Nascent Soul cultivator; even if a Nascent Soul cultivator self-destructs, they wouldn't pose the slightest threat.

But just as the shockwave dissipated, a dim pink streak of light shot out from the blood mist.

That was Gu Yaoyao's nascent soul...

It was a tiny ball, only the size of a palm, with a face exactly like Gu Yaoyao's, but its whole body radiated an eerie pink light.

She tried to escape under the cover of self-destruction.

Feng Jiuyou's clone's phoenix eyes twitched slightly.

He flicked his fingers.

A golden divine light shot out from her fingertips.

It struck the fleeing pink nascent soul with perfect accuracy.

"ah!!!"

A scream echoed through the void.

The pink nascent soul twisted violently in mid-air, cracks spreading from its head to its feet.

The next second, it exploded.

It turned into countless pink fragments of light, which then fell down with a whoosh.