The improved female villains regained their memories.

The crimson pupils swept around, finally settling on the demon race below.

"hehe."

Luo Benmo grinned maliciously.

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One lash, and Bixie's body collapsed.

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The second whip brought about the destruction of the ancient demon.

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Three whips, and the fierce wind obliterates the divine beast.

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The miasma churning in the underworld condensed into a grayish-purple vortex, and the mangled corpses of divine beasts piled up like mountains.

Jiu Bahuang looked up and saw Luo Benmo approaching step by step.

The silver-haired loli walked barefoot across the sticky pool of blood, her silver hair falling to her waist, rippling like moonlight in the stench.

She walked step by step, finally stopping in front of Jiu Ba Huang, looking down at her.

That diminutive figure now truly has the right to look down upon it.

Jiu Ba Huang recalled many things from his past, his close relationship with humans as a demon, his interactions with Yu the Great and others, and how he led the demon race to join the Guardian Heaven Sect.

It remembered that it was still sitting in that hall, watching generation after generation of protectors standing in front of it.

Hehehe...

It acted for the sake of humanity, but now it is about to die at the hands of humanity itself.

"Nine-eight wilderness".

It heard Robbenmo's voice, a voice as ferocious and twisted as her master's.

"When facing death, do you have any last words?"

Luo Benmo was deeply impressed by it and was willing to allow it to say a few more words before ordering its death.

So Jiu Ba Huang replied, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. Now that things have come to this, what is there for us to say? Luo Benmo, make your move and give me a quick death."

The auspicious beast of the human race has now died at the hands of the human race.

Jiu Ba Huang never knew Bai Ze and the others' plans, not even Ying Long had told him. But he didn't feel wronged. He just thought that in his current state, he couldn't be of any help.

Stances and ideologies seem less important now, before they are completely extinguished.

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The aura of destruction was imminent, sweeping across the entire desolate land.

Under its gaze, Luo Benmo did not use the whip, but instead reached out and touched its forehead.

At that moment, the Nine-Eight Desolations trembled, and the destructive power swept through its body like a warm current.

It didn't feel cold, only warmth, like a spring breeze on its face.

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A vague consciousness still lingered in its mind, but as the spring breeze stirred the peach blossoms, its consciousness gradually faded away.

"Little Nine."

Looking up, Jiu Bahuang seemed to see the figure of Yinglong.

It saw Yinglong reach out, its massive claws stroking its past self, and ask, "Little Jiu, what do you think of the human race?"

"I think the human race is wonderful!" it heard its past self say excitedly. "They are brave, united, hardworking, and most importantly, they all have a spirit of sacrifice. Nuwa sacrificed herself for the human race. This would never happen in our demon race!"

"Little Jiu, would you be willing to become a mythical beast of the human race?"

"A mythical beast of the human race?"

"Yes, auspicious beasts, you have become the embodiment of their benevolence and morality, so that whenever they see benevolence and morality, they will think of you."

Yinglong asked, "Are you willing to become their righteous path?"

Jiu Ba Huang happily exclaimed, "I'm willing!"

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Is it good or evil?

In the past, the Nine-Eight Wastes valued human justice above all else.

That is why it became the divine beast of the Guardian Heaven Sect.

But now...

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Lightning flashed and strong winds blew.

The destructive power destroyed everything, yet it felt a weight lifted from its shoulders.

Even though it was still in a land of death, it felt the spring breeze and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

"The right path, the right path..."

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The reflection in its pupils was the figure of Luo Benmo.

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Lobenmo reached out and closed its eyes.

Facing the Nine-Eight Desolations, this silver-haired killing god remained calm as he saw his opponent off on his final journey.

Chapter 760 Goodbye, Xiao Mo

Ninety-eight was killed in action.

This auspicious beast in the eyes of humans, the guardian beast of the Heavenly Guardian Sect who has always stood on the protagonist's side, has finally died at the hands of the female villain.

A glint appeared in Yinglong's eyes.

Bai Ze spoke up from the side: "The dissipated souls will enter the Land of Rules. After the Great Void swallows everything and creates a new world, these lives will be directly reincarnated in the new world."

The Land of Rules is the ark of the mythical beasts.

In the flood known as Taixu, only the Ark was safe. If it weren't for the fact that the divine beasts occupied it, they wouldn't have agreed to let the human race take two of the selection slots.

“Steel tower…” Yinglong murmured something.

This is the oldest language of the dragon race, and only Bai Ze knows its meaning.

"Many children have sacrificed themselves for the greater good of the demon race," Bixie said. "If they are like this, then you and I are no exception."

"Hmm." Yinglong nodded. "Bixie, you don't need to comfort me. I understand these principles."

The principles are very simple.

But to understand them, sometimes it takes a moment, and sometimes a lifetime.

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A ghostly wind whipped up tattered feathers, and Luo Benmo casually flicked away the brain matter residue from his fingertips.

Jiufeng's headless corpse crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust on the desolate ground.

The remaining demons were routed by the overwhelming power disparity, leaving behind shattered bones and weapons scattered everywhere.

Several streaks of light fell to the ground, revealing the figures of the villains who had been watching the battle.

"It was more efficient than I expected." Song Panning clapped her hands and chuckled, the green snake coiled around her fingertips flicking its tongue. "Now that the avatar has retreated, it's time to close the net."

Luo Benmo glanced at her sideways and let out a cold snort.

If it weren't for the presence of Tian Bulian and Mu Xiaobai, she would have shut this hypocritical woman up long ago.

But it doesn't matter, there will always be a chance to silence Song Panning's silver tongue forever.

Tian Bulian gazed at the surging green light in the distance: "Attack now?"

"Wait a minute—" Song Panning and Wen Shihan said in unison.

The moment their eyes met, invisible sparks flew through the air.

Song Panning caught a glimpse of the faint Yin vein patterns on Wen Shihan's sleeve, while Wen Shihan noticed the newly added array plate on Song Panning's waist.

They both understood the calculation in each other's eyes.

"Heh." Wen Shihan lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, the shadow beneath his black robe writhing like a living creature.

“A hasty attack will only increase casualties.” Song Panning skillfully put on a concerned expression. “It would be better to seal off the outer perimeter first, and allow me to analyze the mysteries of the great formation.” Suddenly, the green snake in her sleeve raised its head and bit a falling green leaf—a fragment of energy that had escaped from the green world.

Tian Bulian stroked the jade bracelet on his wrist, smiling meaningfully: "Just what I wanted."

She was well aware that the two men each had their own ulterior motives, but in the game of the mantis stalking the cicada, it was always the one holding the pole who benefited.

It doesn't matter if they're dishonest; anyway, she's not exactly an honest person either.

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Amidst swirling gray mist, Shen Xunxing, clutching his bleeding wound, fled in panic.

She kept throwing talismans backward, but she could never shake off the ever-present killing god.

Whenever the light from the talisman subsided, those scarlet eyes would once again pierce through the mist and fixate on her figure.

"Yang Pingsheng!" Shen Xunxing roared, slamming his fist on the ground and forming hand seals. The surrounding scenery suddenly distorted, and towering ancient trees rose from the ground. "You think you can rely on this mad fox—"

Before she could finish speaking, the air in front of her suddenly folded strangely. Li Chumo, who should have been three zhang away, suddenly extended his sharp claws from a rift in the void just inches away.

Shen Xunxing hastily turned to the side, but his left shoulder was still torn open with three deep, bone-revealing bloodstains.

"Spatial folding?!" She crushed a fire talisman in horror, unleashing a torrent of flames. However, before the flames could reach their target, Li Chumo's figure vanished like a reflection in water. The next second, a sharp pain shot through her back—five sharp claws emerged from her chest, striking directly from the spatial node behind her.

Shen Xunxing spat out a mouthful of blood and slapped out an Ice Soul Talisman. The extreme cold instantly froze an area of ​​ten feet in radius, even freezing the drifting leaves in mid-air. But where was Li Chumo's figure in the ice crystals? Only a mocking fox howl echoed from the mist.