After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Lin Che turned his head in surprise when he heard Lin Chu's voice.

"Xiao Chu, do you know her?"

Lin Chu nodded, her gaze still fixed on the girl in the white dress.

"We not only know each other, we've even fought each other."

The gray-robed elder raised his hand, and the black-robed figures around him stopped abruptly, the battlefield falling silent once more.

Jian Li flew down to Lin Chu's side, holding her immortal sword horizontally in front of her, her eyes fixed on the two people on the altar.

The sword intent spread out, causing the surrounding sand grains to tremble and lie flat on the ground.

The girl in the white dress looked past everyone and landed on Lin Chu again.

She tilted her head slightly, her red lips curving into a smile.

Her face was undeniably pure and holy, yet when she spoke, her voice was indescribably alluring, soft and sickeningly sweet.

"Hey, what a handsome little brother."

How did you know my name?

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and a pink light emanated from the depths of her pupils.

"This servant... seems to be appearing before you mortals for the first time, doesn't it?"

The trailing syllables were like a feather gently brushing against the eardrum.

Ye Chen's eyes widened for a moment.

A golden light suddenly shone in Lin Chu's eyes.

The Nine Syllable Mantra.

"Approaching".

The world instantly became clear.

That faint pink spiritual energy was directly crushed from the sea of ​​consciousness by the Law of the Word "Lin".

Within ten feet of him, the mind-controlling aura receded like a tide.

Lin Che snapped back to reality, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"How eerie."

Ye Chen also shuddered, his eyes filled with lingering fear as he looked at the Holy Mother.

Jian Li, who was standing next to him, had long disliked this person.

From the moment that woman winked at her master, a fire ignited in her heart.

Seeing that the other party still dared to use charm on Lin Chu, Jian Li didn't bother to say a word more.

He swung his sword.

The next moment, a huge sword aura rose from the ground.

The sword energy, imbued with a chilling killing intent, slashed straight towards the altar.

White dust was flying all around.

The Holy Mother initially stood there nonchalantly, but when she saw the sword energy, her expression truly changed.

The gray-robed old man flashed and blocked her way.

With hands forming a mudra, layers of black patterns unfolded in front of him.

He only lasted for half a breath.

broken.

The sword energy pierced through the black patterns and also penetrated the old man's protective aura.

The old man was sent flying backward by the aftershock of the sword energy, and half of his body was almost cut in half.

He fell heavily to the ground beneath the altar, a deep gash running from his chest to his abdomen, exposing the bone.

The Virgin Mary's face turned truly white at that moment.

"How is that possible..."

Her gaze fell on Jian Li, filled with disbelief.

Lin Chu glanced at Jian Li in surprise, wondering where her anger came from.

Then he spoke softly.

"superior."

He really wanted to know if killing this statue of the Virgin Mary here would cause some kind of time paradox or something similar.

Lin Che had been holding back for a long time. He swung his long sword and charged out with murderous intent.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Ao Tianxin also had a cold face, holding the crescent blade in one hand, the blade light cutting through the sky.

Another great war has broken out.

Jian Li moved with lightning speed, heading straight for the Holy Mother on the altar.

The gray-robed old man also leaped up from the ground, dragging his heavily injured body, and blocked Jian Li's path.

That old guy is weird.

An ordinary immortal would have been dead long ago if struck by this sword.

But instead of dying, his aura continued to rise.

Jian Li snorted coldly and fought faster and faster.

Every sword strike is deadly.

The old man in the gray robe, however, clung to her like a slippery eel.

It's not that they're particularly strong, but rather that they're difficult to deal with.

The old man's fighting style seemed to disregard all losses.

The Holy Mother had already sensed that the situation was not good, so she dared not stay any longer.

With a flick of her wrists, the red mist behind her surged violently, and she began to retreat deeper into the altar.

"Stop her!"

Lin Chu saw through her intention to leave and unleashed a sword aura from afar.

The sword light darted away like a snake, skimming the ground.

Just then, the black-robed immortal who had been suppressed by Sikong Jian's compass let out a fierce roar, and his entire body began to swell wildly.

"hide!"

Ye Chen's pupils contracted, and a prism appeared in his hand, forming a thick wall of air.

boom.

The black-robed immortal self-destructed.

The black shockwave crashed into the deep pool like a boulder, spreading outwards in all directions.

Ao Tianxin cleaved the aftershocks with a single strike.

The four members of the Firefly Sect formed a sword formation, enveloping Lin Chu and Lin Che.

Sikong Jian retrieved the compass and retreated a hundred feet.

In that brief delay, the Virgin Mary had already disappeared into the red mist.

Jian Li stood in the void, her face icy cold.

Blue icy flames spread from the hilt of the sword, and the blade was instantly covered in frost.

He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down towards the altar.

Everyone saw an extremely thin blue line extending from the tip of her sword.

The blue line disappeared into the altar.

Then, a huge crack was torn open in the entire space.

The old man in the gray robe, whose face had been tense, finally showed a look of terror.

He wanted to escape, but he was already frozen in place, his very soul locked in by the icy flames.

"No……"

Blue ice flames climbed up his body.

From robes to flesh and bones.

In the blink of an eye, the gray-robed old man was burned to ashes.

Even their souls couldn't escape.

Ye Chen watched from afar, his scalp tingling.

That's what you call real combat power.

The remaining men in black robes were now completely plunged into despair.

They exchanged glances and then began to self-destruct one after another.

The pitch-black shockwaves continued to explode, shaking the entire white desert.

They left no chance for anyone to survive.

Ye Chen shrank his neck as he watched.

"That ruthless?"

Lin Chu didn't seem surprised at all.

Having witnessed Bharata's several self-destructions, he was already used to it.

That's right, that's how the Soul Devourer Clan is.

Wait until the smoke and dust dissipate.

The surrounding area was already a mess.

Several weaker black-robed True Immortals were captured, but before any methods could be used, they were all blown into a bloody mist.

His soul was completely scattered, and not a single fragment of his spirit could be found.

Lin Chu shook her head.

That's what makes this thing so troublesome.

If you can't win, run; if you can't run, die.

"Let's go to the altar."

Lin Chu did not delay at all.

Everyone moved together and stepped onto the altar.

Above the altar, the red mist grew even thicker.

Jian Li followed closely beside Lin Chu, while Ao Tianxin stayed right behind her.

The four members of the Firefly Clan scattered around, subtly protecting Lin Chu.

Lin Che cleaved through the mist with his longsword.

The closer you are to the air, the colder it gets.

The red mist gradually dissipated, revealing a coffin.

The coffin lid was leaning to one side.

The edges of the coffin were covered with patterns, and the surrounding mist was emanating from this coffin.

"Empty."

Lin Che glanced at it and frowned.

Liu Ying stepped forward, her fingertip touching the edge of the coffin, and gently activated a celestial spirit.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand.

"There are traces of spatial fluctuations, and the aura hasn't dissipated yet, so it must have been opened recently."

"The other party must have used a spatial artifact to escape."

"That's enough."

Lin Chu nodded.

He had actually guessed this outcome long ago.

I didn't really expect to keep the Virgin Mary here.

"If they ran away, so be it."

Lin Chu withdrew her gaze.

"It's not bad that we were able to wipe out such a large hideout."

Then I looked at the coffin.

"These black-robed monsters are clearly members of the Devourer Clan."

"Those Holy Mother and old man, who are closer to us humans, should be the Spirit Race like Ji Ning."

Lin Che nodded emphatically.

"We've at least gotten half of our revenge for our brothers."