The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng suppressed the thoughtful look in his eyes, stroked Luo Benmo's silver hair, and asked with a smile, "What do you think, sister?"

Luo Benmo buried her face in his chest: "I'll do whatever you say."

Yang Pingsheng patted her head, looked at the female villains around him, and was about to speak when suddenly, Ye Buxin's voice echoed in his mind—

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Song Panning has disappeared...

So that's how it is, my dear friend. You've mastered the methods of the Land of Rules, haven't you?

Restoring your memories is indeed your greatest asset; even the all-knowing Bai Ze was fooled by you, so fooling Song Panning will be a piece of cake for you.

Just as I expected, Song Panning's grand formation was broken by the resurrected Ling Tiandu. Take advantage of this opening and send her into the Land of Rules.

The poor demon race's carefully prepared escape route, which they've spent years preparing, has ended up benefiting you.

Feelings are truly a terrifying thing.

You're really bold to lock Song Panning, Li Chumo, and Jiang Mochang together, putting the three most troublesome people together. Aren't you afraid they'll cause trouble for you?

I bet your next move is to fight for the Candle Dragon World. Your dear sister Wen Shihan is there too. Tsk tsk tsk, what a wonderful love-hate drama.

You'll most likely use some means to seal off my green world. That idiot Ling Tiandu, who only knows how to fight, didn't notice, but you definitely noticed my weakness. So, having this information, you'll naturally prevent me from going out. Once you get the Candle Dragon World, you can deal with me slowly.

It's such a pity we won't get to see you siblings fight each other. Would you stab Wen Shihan like you stabbed me? Heh, my dear friend, I really am...

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Before Ye Buxin could finish her telepathic message, Yang Pingsheng flicked his finger and decisively severed the connection of divine sense.

"rise."

He pressed his palm down, and the entire Netherworld suddenly trembled.

As if summoned, the shattered fragments of space were forcibly dragged by the invisible power of the earth's veins, transforming into a ring-shaped barrier that completely surrounded the Heavenly Gate.

"Let's put Ye Buxin aside for now."

With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and looked towards the direction of the Candle Dragon World, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:

"Let's also fight for the Candle Dragon World!"

Chapter 774 Climbing, Climbing, Until the Summit

The World of Candle Dragon.

Wen Shihan alone took on the two ancient demons, Bai Ze and Ying Long.

Thick yin veins gushed out, one after another, like a group of dragons dancing.

The sky above the Candle Dragon Realm was torn apart, revealing the chaotic void behind it.

Wen Shihan stood alone, her black martial arts robes fluttering in the strong wind. Her slender figure contrasted sharply with the two ancient demons opposite her.

Bai Ze and Ying Long revealed their true forms. The former stood on auspicious clouds, surrounded by the innate pure light condensed from millions of years of wisdom; Ying Long coiled in the nine heavens, every dragon scale reflecting the primordial thunder.

"Wen Shihan, the world of Zhulong is not for you to lay your hands on!" Bai Ze's voice boomed like an ancient bell, carrying the majesty accumulated over the years.

Wen Shihan's expression was cold. She realized that Bai Ze had used supernatural powers in his voice, so she quickly blocked her hearing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood-red runes sprouted from the surface of the Yin veins, each line wriggling as if alive.

They twisted and intertwined, weaving a net that blotted out the sky in the void, encompassing all the chaotic energy within a radius of a hundred miles.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Wen Shihan's mouth, but he revealed a sinister smile.

Immortal Techniques – The Life and Death Yellow Springs Invitation Formation (Revised)

"A secret technique of the human race? Good!" Yinglong's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his dragon whiskers moved without wind.

Amidst the raging torrent of Yin energy, the warm and cold hairs fluttered wildly.

With each step she took, a blood-red lotus flower bloomed beneath her feet.

As the seventh step was completed, all the Yin meridians simultaneously erupted with ghostly blue flames, from which countless sword-wielding skeletons emerged, arrayed like a forest.

"Nine Revolutions of the Underworld, First Revolution: All Ghosts Pay Homage!"

With a soft shout, the shadows of the entire world began to boil.

Those skeletal phantoms marched forward on waves of fire, creating an aura of a thousand armies in the void.

Wherever the will-o'-the-wisp passed, even space itself began to distort and crack.

Bai Ze's auspicious clouds were stained black, and Ying Long's thunder was swallowed by will-o'-the-wisps.

If it were an ordinary secret technique, Bai Ze and Ying Long could easily break it, but Wen Shihan had already reached the Enlightenment Realm, with the true traces of the Great Dao brewing within him, so they really couldn't do anything about these ghost fires and skeletons.

The most dangerous thing is that these will-o'-the-wisps and skeletons are transformed from chaotic energy, so they have to avoid their attacks.

"Bai Ze, go!" Ying Long displayed his supernatural powers to cover Bai Ze.

Bai Ze understood, and his figure suddenly became ethereal.

With a light step, it transformed into thousands of bright white rays amidst the swirling auspicious clouds.

These rays of light, like a cascading galaxy or a swirling snowflake, pierced through the ghost fire's blockade with mysterious trajectories and sped towards the depths of the Candle Dragon Realm.

Wen Shi sneered, summoning a swarm of will-o'-the-wisps and skeletons to block his way.

Having no other choice, Yinglong revealed his full supernatural powers.

When it manifested its true form, a storm raged with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Its magical powers could even contend with the chaotic energy flow.

The primordial thunder poured down like a waterfall, the torrential rain transformed into countless water swords, and the raging wind condensed into tangible blades. Each attack contained patterns of law, forcefully suppressing Wen Shihan's true traces of the Great Dao.

Previously, Yinglong mainly observed at the entrance to the Land of Rules, and gave up when it saw that Ye Buxin had destroyed it. However, the world of Zhulong is of great importance, and it has to go all out.

Wen Shihan's ghost fire and skeletons were rapidly weakened by Yinglong's primordial power.

Ling Tiandu and the others who arrived did not rush in, but watched from a distance.

'Wen Shihan has also reached the Enlightenment Realm. So that's how it is. She uses the True Marks of the Great Dao to strengthen her combat power on her Yin Meridians. That's indeed a method.' Ling Tiandu observed Wen Shihan's methods and pondered inwardly.

'Yinglong has many methods; with Wen Shihan's current strength, he definitely couldn't defeat it. If Bai Ze and Yinglong hadn't been so eager to mark the Zhulong World, Wen Shihan wouldn't have succeeded so easily.'

Ling Tiandu watched coldly, pondering when to make his move.

Bai Ze and Ying Long, as the last trump cards of the demon race, are both extremely difficult to deal with. Unlike the human sages who could only offer guidance, these two possess formidable combat power.

It goes without saying that Bai Ze controls the land of rules. Yinglong has a long history and is closely involved with the human race. During its heyday, it participated in and influenced the creation of the world.

Ling Tiandu wouldn't be surprised by any means it uses.

Despite being discouraged by the suppression of his methods, Wen Shihan continued to activate the Yellow Springs Formation.

The will-o'-the-wisps and the skull shattered, and the primordial power approached Wen Shihan.

But the moment Wen Shihan swung his blade and it entered the core of the formation, the formation, which should have collapsed, suddenly began to spin wildly.

The shattered remains of skeletons and the embers of extinguished will-o'-the-wisps surged toward the center of the formation like rivers flowing into the sea.

Even more terrifying, the primordial power unleashed by Yinglong was also swallowed up and absorbed by the great formation, becoming nourishment for the yin energy, thus producing more ghost fire and skeletons.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Shihan manipulated them to surround Yinglong and slashed down with his sword.

With a single slash, the chaotic energy split in two.

Yinglong's enormous body vanished like a mirage; it was actually a fake!

"A fake body that even the true traces of the Great Dao cannot discern..."

Wen Shihan frowned, but she was not discouraged. Instead, she mobilized her Yin meridians to erode the entire Zhulong Sky.

The Yellow Springs Nine Revolutions, the second revolution, the boundary between Yin and Yang.

The blood-red sky quickly turned black, resembling a corpse, decaying and decomposing at a visible speed.

Wherever the Yin meridians passed, they condensed into a purplish-black poisonous miasma. The blood lost its luster and transformed into countless pale eyeballs hanging in the sky. Even the flowing breeze was tainted with the stench of corpses, and as it blew by, it carried the murmurs of the dead.

"What terrifying resentment! Wen Shihan, just how many people's resentment from the main world did you use to gather your Yin Meridian?"

Yinglong's voice echoed all around. After the dragon's roar, its eyes burst open, spewing out thick white mist.

"Aren't there enough grievances among the people?" Wen Shihan smiled darkly. "But you, a dignified demon, actually care about us humans."

"Although I am a primordial beast, I also admire the human race. Many of your human ancestors were my friends. I drove Nuwa's chariot, helped Fuxi create the Eight Trigrams, taught Shennong, assisted the Yellow Emperor in killing Chiyou, and even helped Yu the Great control the floods and suppress Xiangliu."

Yinglong sneered: "I have seen so many heroes of the human race, but I have never seen a cultivator like you, so evil, twisted, and with a Yin spiritual root. But from ancient times to the present, you are the only one who has cultivated to the extreme, to the point of comprehending the true traces of the Great Dao and accumulating Yin meridians!"

"Wen Shihan, your evil surpasses even that of Xiang Liushi back then."

Wen Shihan laughed loudly: "So you are just as hypocritical as us humans. You keep saying that you have helped us humans so much, and you seem to be selfless, but you are just plotting your own selfish interests."

Why did Nuwa anger the Heavenly Dao?

Why were the Lianshan Yi and Guicang Yi lost?

Why did Shennong die?

Why did the Yellow Emperor adopt the dragon as the constellation for astronomical reform?

Where is Xiangliu's body after her death?

"How ridiculous, Yinglong. Although I may not have lived as long as you, it's absurd to treat me like a three-year-old."

Yinglong's pupils contracted: "Bai Ze is right, those old guys really did know. You went back in time and got the answers from the Jixia Academy, didn't you?"

"It's truly astonishing. What an amazing learning speed! In such a short time, you not only understood the path of cultivation you were meant to take, but you also saw the truth of history."

"I take back what I just said."

"Wen Shihan, you are just like the other humans I know, and you deserve to be defeated with all my might."

The enormous dragon claw ripped through the dark sky above the Candle Dragon.

A dragon's roar echoed through the netherworld.

Ling Tiandu, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly changed his expression.

Yang Pingsheng, who was speeding towards this direction, paused for a moment.

The surrounding poisonous miasma destroyed all the eyeballs, and the Yin Spirit Veins seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, all of them declining.