Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

In an instant, demonic energy flew everywhere. As the old man raised his palms and the black mud under his feet spiraled upward, a giant black blade was formed in just a few seconds!

Swords and knives, black and white.

A flicker of hatred for the evil creature and pity for the impending slaughter flashed in Duan Xingchen's beautiful eyes. She immediately gripped the hilt of her sword and swung it down fiercely.

The black blade rose horizontally, with the force to cleave the heavens and earth, to meet the silver sword.

--(roar)

It was like a thunderclap, like the earth trembling.

The entire floating island shook violently, the ice crystals that formed the base of the palace cracked one by one, countless buildings collapsed, and the ground beneath their feet was cracked with ravines. The waves generated by the violent impact leveled everything within a kilometer radius.

The black mud was blown away and melted by the light. The black blade that the old man in the shadows had used all his strength to unleash only managed to block the holy sword for half a second before turning into ashes and disappearing completely. After that, the holy sword fell and mercilessly slashed at the old man.

In an instant, the darkness receded, and a battered figure flew backward, soaring across the palace where the Blue Ice Pool was located, almost flying from one end of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace to the other.

It can't be stopped, it's simply impossible to stop it.

At this moment, Duan Xingchen was like an empress who ruled the world. The light she emitted was enough to cleanse all the filth of this world. The sword in her hand was a pure judgment, and no demon could survive under its blade.

……

A dark shadow lurked in a corner of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace. The old man's body had almost been shattered by that sword, but the twisted black mud still spared no effort in repairing the body that was almost cut in two. After about half a minute, the entire body was as if it had never been injured.

The old man slowly rose from the ruins. The black mud under his feet had dwindled to a circular area with a radius of five or six meters, a stark contrast to the overwhelming darkness that had enveloped the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace when he first arrived.

His lips twitched slightly, whether from joy or anger, it was hard to tell. He raised his head, his cold gaze falling on the delicate figure that had already chased after him from the blue ice pool.

Duan Xingchen changed back into the Daoist robe of Yuntian Academy. Behind her floated the sharp sword, and lying peacefully on the sword was Gu Wangjun, who had made a great sacrifice for her and was now unconscious.

The holy light on the sword can heal Gu Wangjun's body to the greatest extent. Although the severed arm cannot be fixed for the time being, it can at least save Gu Wangjun's life.

The old man's lips twitched slightly, as if he were about to say something—

boom!

The roaring sound behind them made the old man and Duan Xingchen turn their gazes in that direction at the same time.

At the same moment, what they both saw was a black sphere falling from the sky and landing heavily on the ground dozens of meters away.

At the same time, a young man in a white shirt appeared with a smile and stepped onto the black ball.

"You old bastard, don't go too far!"

Surprisingly, the black sphere suddenly sprouted a mouth and roared at the young man in white.

But the old rogue didn't care at all. Instead, he chuckled and used his foot to pick up the ball, like he was performing acrobatics, constantly playing with the black ball with his knee, chest, and head—playing all sorts of fancy tricks.

Yunping laughed heartlessly: "If you're so capable, then stay inside and don't come out. Since you've curled up into a ball, can't I even play some Cuju (ancient Chinese football)?"

After speaking, he spotted Duan Xingchen, whose expression was complicated, in the distance. He grinned and then kicked the black ball with a volley, sending it to Duan Xingchen, who was dozens of meters away.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared. Starry Night Girl intended to retaliate, but upon seeing the mouth growing on the sphere, she felt nauseous and uncomfortable. Instinctively, she pointed forward, spitting out white light from her fingertips, which then coalesced into a sharp sword, slashing down with it.

puff--

next second.

The black shell shattered and cracked, and the black shadow was cleaved away by a sword, landing right next to the old man in the shadow.

The evil spirit that possessed Gu Tianren collapsed to the ground, and the old man in black beside him revealed a strange smile.

Yun Ping clapped his hands, a faint smile on his face, and walked up behind "Gu Tianren," looking calmly at the twenty-one-year-old cultivator: "How does it feel to be surrounded by two Great Completion cultivators of the Pure Demon Desolate Dust Record?"

Yes.

At this very moment, within the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, this master and disciple pair from the Cloud Heaven Academy are both masters of the Purifying Demon Desolate Dust Record!

For all the demons in the world, the existence of these two is their natural enemy!

Even the 21st Extreme is no exception.

When confronted with Yunping's question, the Dead Evil Spirit Ice did not give a direct answer, but simply smiled coldly.

In the next second, he swiftly grabbed the old man in the shadows beside him with his right hand. The old man instinctively tried to break free, but the black mud beneath his feet seemed to betray him, rapidly enveloping him.

Yun Ping frowned, glanced at the old man, and as if realizing something, was about to intervene—

Suddenly, the evil spirit ice manipulated Gu Tianren, causing him to turn around, and a wisp of eerie light burst forth from his corrupted divine eyes.

Under the light, Yun Ping's figure suddenly blurred for a moment, and his entire hand passed through "Gu Tianren's" body.

The divine eye that connects dreams and reality suddenly came into play at this moment, briefly turning Yunping's arm into nothingness...

This wasn't originally a power of the Divine Eye; it was simply a new ability that arose because Gu Tianren's Divine Eye and Lan Tianyi's Divine Eye had connected...

No matter how much Yun Ping suppressed it before, the Deathly Evil Ice could not unleash the power of the Divine Eye... Was it all for this moment?

Yunping hadn't expected that the evil spirit ice had a trick up its sleeve.

It was precisely because he failed to touch the Deathly Evil Ice that the old man beside the Deathly Evil Ice, after being swallowed by the black mud, quickly merged with the Deathly Evil Ice.

The two, who seemed to have been one from the very beginning, expanded the black mud on their feet to a radius of a hundred meters after merging. Although it was not as overwhelming as when they first descended, it had at least recovered half of their strength.

Yun Ping quickly withdrew, retreating several meters, and stared solemnly at the "Gu Tianren" whose body was beginning to swell and twist.

This is a big problem.

A smug and arrogant smile spread across Gu Tianren's twisted face, and strange black thorns began to grow from his body. At the same time, the words that came out of his mouth were extremely sinister: "I originally thought it would take some effort to swallow this old guy back, but I didn't expect you all to happen to gather together..."

"And coincidentally, the only Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect is here as well... It seems that the Ancestor is still protecting me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

It was Duan Xingchen who asked this question.

Her eyes held a saintly fearlessness and determination. She stared coldly at the "Gu Tianren" in front of her, whose head was bowed, and said in a deep voice, "Even if you recover some of your strength, so what? The Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record is the natural enemy of demons. You still have no chance of winning."

As he finished speaking, Gu Tianren merely smirked and had not yet refuted him when Yun Ping suddenly spoke up.

The old rogue's tone, unusually, began to become complicated, and the expression on his face screamed "Hey, little light bulb girl, things aren't as simple as you think."

Even his own teacher said so, Duan Xingchen couldn't help but feel confused.

She looked at "Gu Tianren" in front of her with some unease, feeling the increasingly ominous yet still under her control demonic aura, and a variety of strange feelings involuntarily rose in her heart.

Speaking of which, she had been wanting to say this since earlier... that old man who was absorbed, he seemed... somewhat familiar to her?

Before Duan Xingchen could react, Gu Tianren's physical body stopped reacting and returned to its original state.

He silently turned around, the dark clouds above his head still swirling, showing no sign of being affected by the two beams of light to his side.

The Deadly Spirit Ice stared at Duan Xingchen, who had already achieved the Purifying Demon Desolation Record, grinned, raised its head, and slowly moved its right hand up from its chest, saying with a smile, "Speaking of which, didn't I answer a question for you before, Little Saintess—"

"I told you, your precious sect leader grandfather is already in my belly, do you remember?"

Duan Xingchen's face darkened, and she gripped the sword tightly in her hand. The mention of her sect leader grandfather made it difficult for her to calm down: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just want to correct you. That old thing is my nemesis. I can't completely devour it, so I have to settle for second best."

The Fiery Spirit's right hand swept across his face, as if covering it with a brand new layer of skin.

When his right hand was removed from his face, revealing his new appearance, Duan Xingchen's sword suddenly trembled, and he almost lost his grip on it.

Because at this moment, the old man's face, shrouded in darkness—

It was the face of the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect.

It also belongs to the twenty-one ultimate holy black gold face.

A sinister smile appeared on his aged face. He stared intently at Duan Xingchen, his voice and tone just like that of the kind sect leader who used to dote on his granddaughter.

"Xingchen'er, do you... still remember your sect leader grandfather?"

49. Yuntian Academy has a traditional virtue of putting righteousness before family ties.

What appeared before Duan Xingchen was none other than the kind face that had appeared countless times in his memory.

His usually serious brows relaxed, as if he were seeing his most beloved treasure. Although his face was slightly aged, his smile gave people a warmth like being bathed in a spring breeze. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, with a touch of doting on the child and a hint of ingratiation that was rarely seen before.

At this moment, Duan Xingchen was seeing a face that had only existed in his dreams for the past few decades.

grandfather.

Duan Xingchen instinctively wanted to call out, but the moment she opened her lips, while the sound was still swirling in her throat, she suddenly came back to her senses.

She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to show a cold expression, and said in a deep voice, "What exactly did you do to Grandpa?"

Faced with this question, the Dead Evil Spirit Ice, who now possessed the face of the former Holy Feather Sect Master, did not answer, but instead smiled sinisterly.

The one who answered on behalf of the dead evil spirit ice was Duan Xingchen's mentor, Yun Ping.

The old rogue's expression was complex, as if he were weighing the pros and cons. At the same time, he explained to Duan Xingchen, "Your sect master grandfather is one of the twenty-one ultimates, the Holy Profound Gold, which is the ultimate in this world that is completely opposed to the Deathly Evil Spirit Ice."

"Originally, the Holy Profound Gold was created by the Source Ancestor specifically to suppress his accidental creations. In theory, the Holy Profound Gold itself possesses the power to suppress the Deathly Evil Ice. However, due to someone's interference in the dark, the original suppression relationship has become unbalanced."

Yunping could figure it out with his toes: the only person in the world capable of doing something like this was a certain girl surnamed Ye.

"In other words, the sacred black gold has now been [contaminated]."

"Don't put it so harshly."

The black shadow with its holy, dark gold face grinned sinisterly, staring intently at Duan Xingchen, whose face was ashen white: "It's only temporarily merged with me; in layman's terms—it's fallen into demonic possession."

In the past, no one would have believed the story that the sacred black gold, symbolizing the most holy power, had fallen into demonic ways.

But if the other party is that woman surnamed Ye, Yunping doesn't think it's impossible.

She calls herself the Ultimate Master, and Yunping believes she is not lying about this.

(roar)

The ground beneath their feet shook violently, and the resulting cracks spread rapidly outwards, making it seem as if this incredibly sturdy floating island would shatter at any moment.

Yunping glanced up at the sky—as expected, he clearly saw another Blue Feather Heavenly Palace getting closer and closer. In just a few minutes, the two would probably collide completely!

The losses at that time will be immeasurable by a few numbers.

"Can you really do it?"

The wicked spirit Bing revealed an arrogant and unrestrained expression, and then laughed: "Since the Cleansing Demon Desolate Dust Record has the effect of annihilating all demons in the world, then your good grandfather will probably be with me as well... hehehe."

Duan Xingchen clenched her fists tightly, her eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to be consumed by rage. The light emanating from her body grew ever stronger, as if she were about to erupt like a volcano.

But she didn't make a move. Instead, she coldly said, "The Ultimate... will not truly perish. You can't use that to threaten me."