The improved female villains regained their memories.

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A green world.

Ye Buxin finally let out a long breath and looked at the world before her with satisfaction.

Now, her small world is covered with traces of the Heavenly Dao, making it virtually identical to the original small world.

"Next, we'll be plotting to establish the rules."

Ye Buxin gave a cold laugh.

Demon race, a candidate?

What a boring game. These old fogies are really using Ye Buxin as a pawn?

She even dared to kill her own master, Guiguzi, let alone a group of ancient demons.

Do these beasts even deserve to order Ye Buxin around?

"Heh, Yang Pingsheng, I suppose you think the same way. How can you be at ease without taking over the Land of Rules?"

With a light step, her body left the green world and arrived at Taixu.

She glanced at the dark sun in the sky, chuckled softly, and said:

"Then let's fight."

Chapter 763 Killing That Confidant

At the center of the great formation, the world lost its color.

The formations of Song Panning and Shan Kanmou clashed fiercely, the two completely different laws of power eroding each other, the formation patterns twisting and intertwining like living things, emitting a piercing buzz. One formation diagram evolved into a magnificent celestial palace, while the other manifested a ghostly realm of the underworld, devouring each other, unable to determine which was superior.

A chaotic battle suddenly broke out.

The avatars clashed fiercely with the villains, their spiritual and demonic energies mingling and exploding, unleashing a barrage of deadly attacks that shook the entire space. Mu Xiaobai's arrows were shredded by an unknown force the moment they left the bowstring, and Tian Bulian's sword light was scattered by a sudden surge of chaotic laws before it could even be unleashed.

Su Murong huddled within the barrier protected by the Four Spirits, her face deathly pale. She watched helplessly as countless golden-armored generals burst forth from Shan Kanmou's formation, clashing with the golden swarm of bees controlled by Shi Guijia. Amidst the flashing blades, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

"My lord!" The Vermilion Bird spread its wings, and the blazing ring of fire incinerated the approaching aftershocks. "This place is no place to linger!"

Before the words were finished, a celestial general clad in dazzling golden armor arrived through the air. This divine general was far more powerful than ordinary underworld soldiers, surrounded by magical treasures, and even his breath carried the pressure of a secret realm.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!" Su Murong screamed, clutching his head, completely losing his villainous demeanor.

The white tiger roared and transformed into its mountain-like form, charging forward. The tiger and the general clashed, instantly swallowed by the surging clouds.

"Fool! Don't fall for the trap!" Xuanwu roared, but she was in dire straits herself. She was forced to reveal her true form as a tortoise and snake, her thick shell already covered with cracks, and several divine soldiers were attacking her with halberds.

"Ahhhhh!!"

A scream of agony suddenly rang out from the Azure Dragon. Before she could even take human form, strange flames erupted around her, causing her to writhe on the ground in agony. The fire was no ordinary thing; it could even scorch through her protective spiritual energy.

Su Murong's eyes sharpened, and she suddenly raised her hand in a grasping motion. As if summoned, the flames all disappeared into her palm.

"Waaah...My Lord..." The Azure Dragon shrank into the shape of a small snake, trembling as it burrowed into Su Murong's hair.

"Get out here!" Su Murong glared at the void. "A fair and square duel, and you still resort to sneak attacks? Have you no shame?"

"hehe."

With a soft laugh, Bian Li Huo emerged from the flames. Her crimson hair flew wildly, and each step left a burning lotus imprint in the void.

“When it comes to shamelessness,” she said, three-colored flames dancing at her fingertips, “some people who rely on spirit beasts to shield them from harm don’t seem to have the right to say that?”

Su Murong narrowed his eyes: "You want to spar with me? With your skills?"

"Try it and you'll see." Bian Lihuo beckoned with his finger, and the flame condensed into a long whip in his palm.

Su Murong suddenly pushed Zhuque forward: "You go."

"My lord?" Suzaku turned around blankly.

"Go for it~" Su Murong winked and acted cute, showing none of the sharpness she had just displayed.

Zhuque smiled bitterly, about to fight desperately, when she saw Bianlihuo wave his sleeve.

The world suddenly changed!

An endless sea of ​​fire appeared out of nowhere, completely surrounding Su Murong and the Four Spirits. The flames were extraordinary; the outer layer was as white as the sun, the middle layer was as red as blood, and the core even shimmered with the unique dark blue of the Great Ruins.

"The Samadhi Fire, melting heaven and refining earth." Bian Li Huo's voice came from beyond the fire, "I've heard that Fellow Daoist Su has extraordinary attainments in alchemy, why not try to see if you can break through this fiery prison?"

Amidst the churning flames, Su Murong's gloomy face could be vaguely seen.

She gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Alright, then I'll show you what I'm capable of."

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In the deepest part of the underworld, Yang Pingsheng's boots suddenly sank into the bone sand. He abruptly stopped, and the hem of his black robe fluttered without wind.

The sky, like a decaying curtain, peeled away in large chunks, revealing the turbulent, chaotic currents behind it.

The ancient, silent sea of ​​bone sand began to boil, and every grain of sand disintegrated into ash amidst violent tremors.

He raised his hand and caught a wisp of flickering, ghostly blue phosphorescent flame. The cold flame twisted and deformed in his palm, eventually condensing into obscure dark gold inscriptions—the runic power of the Land of Rules, specifically used to write rules.

"finally......"

Yang Pingsheng's pupils contracted slightly. Even though he had lost his memories of his past life, the instincts buried deep in his soul were still guiding him. At this moment, the collapse of the Netherworld did not alarm him. Instead, it confirmed a long-buried conjecture.

While the devouring of Taixu was undoubtedly a catastrophe, that land of rules, transcending all things, was an eternal existence that even chaos could not erode.

A deafening cracking sound came from afar, and the Netherworld was like an ice surface struck by a heavy hammer, with countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly spreading to the horizon.

A viscous, asphalt-like dark substance gushed out from the cracks in the ground, but solidified into sharp crystals the instant it touched the air.

In this desperate situation where heaven and earth were collapsing, Yang Pingsheng witnessed an even more astonishing sight.

Countless golden threads emerged from the void, weaving together into a vast, sky-covering net that tightly bound a colossal creature struggling violently. Each thread was taut and creaked with a teeth-grinding sound.

"I see."

His soft laughter was drowned out by the lamentations of space. The other entrance to the Land of Rules had always been hidden deep within the Netherworld, like a moth temporarily trapped in a spider's web. Now, this web, which had held them together for countless eons, was about to shatter, and the imprisoned beings naturally sought to break free of their shackles.

The entrance to the Land of Rules in the Netherworld is about to open.

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, a spatial rift that stretched across the sky suddenly appeared. Through that twisted rift, the runic power flowing within the realm of rules could be faintly seen.

Just as Yang Pingsheng was about to raise his hand, the entire Netherworld was suddenly stained with an eerie green light.

"This road is blocked, Pingsheng."

A sweet, honey-like voice whispered in my ear, carrying a hint of coquettish reproach.

"This place... has long been mine."

Yang Pingsheng suddenly turned around, and in the blink of an eye, he exchanged a palm strike with the newcomer.

The violent shockwave exploded in a ring, annihilating the bone sand within a radius of a hundred miles.

Once the dust had settled, Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin had each retreated to the peak of a dark mountain, facing each other across a bottomless abyss.

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High above, Yinglong's pupils suddenly contracted into vertical lines.

Looking down into the Netherworld, it saw another entrance to the Land of Rules slowly opening, with the immense power of laws surging like a tide, stirring up the entire Netherworld.

The ancient runes flowing at the entrance are the runic power of the Land of Rules, secrets that should only be known to these ancient demons.

"This..." Bixie's scales bristled, but before it could even ask a question, Bai Ze's figure had already torn through space and returned.

"What happened?" Bai Ze had just regained his footing when he sensed that something was wrong.

Yinglong did not answer, but simply pointed its dragon claw downwards.

Bai Ze looked in that direction, and when it saw the two figures facing each other in the depths of the Netherworld, its face turned deathly pale.

"The Netherworld entrance to the Land of Rules?!" Bai Ze's voice was almost distorted. "How is this possible... Why have I never sensed it?"

As a great demon who understands all things in the universe, its supernatural powers are closely connected to the rules of the realm, and it should have complete control over the affairs of the Netherworld. Yet now, Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin have discovered this place before it, and they are both disciples of Guiguzi!

A terrifying thought exploded in Bai Ze's mind.

"Could it be... that we've all been deceived?" Its voice trembled. "The first to enter the Land of Rules wasn't the demon race at all... but the human race?"

Yinglong's whiskers trembled violently, and his eyes blazed with murderous intent: "No matter what, this entrance must not fall into the hands of the human race! Help Ye Buxin with all your might, and we must not let Yang Pingsheng succeed!"

It had some reservations before, but now all those concerns have been put aside.

Bai Ze was still in a state of confusion. It had just been disturbed by the matter of Li Chumo, and now seeing Yang Pingsheng personally come to the entrance of the Netherworld, all these anomalies made it feel a chill down its spine: "Wait, Yinglong, this matter is strange..."

Before the words were finished, a blinding beam of light suddenly shot up from the depths of the netherworld, piercing the sky and crashing violently into the high-hanging dark sun!

The three great demons froze simultaneously.

“That is…” Bai Ze’s pupils trembled violently.

"Damn it!!" Yinglong's roar shattered the clouds. "Who stole the Heart of Zhulong?! The time is not yet ripe; if Zhulong awakens prematurely..."

Its words came to an abrupt end.

Because at the end of that beam of light, the surface of the dark sun was cracking.

A sliver of bright white light shone through the crack.

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The wind in the netherworld suddenly froze.

Ye Buxin gazed at Yang Pingsheng's figure, and in a daze, she heard a question coming from the long river of time.

That proposition, which has been debated endlessly by countless sages, has now resurfaced in the shattered world.

What is true affection?

When it was still verdant, it once posed this question in the princess's library. Those yellowed bamboo slips recorded all the paradigms of human emotion: the bond of blood ties, the unwavering friendship, the love that transcends life and death...

But after it had searched through all the books, it burned them all with ghostly fire.

"None of this is enough." The flickering green flames reflected its distorted face. "Family ties can turn against each other for profit, friendship can deteriorate for power, love can fade with time... Only..."

Only true friends.