The improved female villains regained their memories.

A man's laughter echoed through the sky.

"Hahahahahaha, I, Song Qihao, am back!!"

A giant, emerald-green python flew in, carrying with it a sky full of demonic energy. A man stood atop the python's head. The man was handsome and radiant, clutching a five-colored flag tightly in his hand, and laughing wildly at the sky.

For the first time, the female voice in Jiu Ba Huang's mind revealed something unusual: "Song Qi Hao... is this the previous Human Chess?!"

Then, she was even more surprised: "The one next to him is the current champion!!"

Sure enough, the badly injured man lying next to Song Qihao was Yang Pingsheng.

At this moment, his armor was broken and he was covered in wounds. He felt that even moving was difficult. Song Qihao glanced at him and laughed heartily: "You've done well to last this long, kid."

"..."

“Oh, I forgot, you’re injured and can’t speak.” Song Qihao raised an eyebrow. “But, it’s also her skill that Song Panning was able to discover the backup plan I left on Qing Tian’s reincarnation. Tsk, this was originally prepared for Qing Tian, ​​but now it’s benefited you.”

Song Panning felt something was wrong as soon as she transmigrated to the main world.

Song Qihao cares so much about the Azure Sky, and is willing to set up a thousand-year chess game for it. Does he really trust his descendants to bring it to the main world? What if his descendants are of bad character, or what if they are not capable enough, and the Azure Sky can only follow itself?

Song Qihao couldn't have been unaware of this, so he must have left a backup plan regarding Qingtian's reincarnation.

When Qing Tian was able to retain his memories of his past life, Song Panning felt something was wrong. Sure enough, after searching carefully, she found Song Qihao's backup plan.

"To actually integrate a fragment of one's own soul into the talent of a demon beast, my ancestor was truly a madman." Song Panning's projection watched the azure light shoot straight into the sky and couldn't help but sigh.

She found it difficult to comment on the relationship between her ancestors and the upright official, but she gained a deeper understanding of the mutual influence between human will and justice.

"Human will affects not only the villains, but also the human game itself."

"Hehehe, my ancestor only influenced one person, while Yang Pingsheng influenced a full nine."

Song Panning smiled maliciously and sighed, "I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."

Anyway, she herself is unlikely to give up.

A demonic aura surged skyward, heading straight for Mu Xiaobai and Du Wanli. Ling Tiandu, seeing this from Jiu Bahuang's perspective, realized something was wrong and quickly notified Jiu Bahuang: "Ninth Brother, quickly find a way to stop them! We absolutely cannot let them succeed!"

"I understand, Little Bell, leave it to me."

Jiu Bahuang remained motionless and shouted loudly, "Go!"

Auspicious, fiery red clouds swept out from its vicinity, forming a fiery red phantom that condensed in mid-air.

That was the true form of the Qilin. It was enormous, with a ferocious face, and its immense demonic aura rivaled that of the heavens.

This is an avatar condensed from the Dharma Body of the Nine Eight Desolations, and it is also a unique beastly talent of the Qilin clan.

"The portrait's emblem is at the level of a true immortal."

Song Qihao chuckled and looked at Yang Pingsheng: "Pan Ning is right. No matter how much I help you, you still have to rely on yourself for this final hurdle."

"..." Yang Pingsheng didn't say anything, but expressed his meaning through his actions—he stood up again.

"Good lad, this is the kind of man my descendants have their eye on. Well then, let's go!"

With a loud shout, Song Qihao waved his flag, and the immense demonic power enveloped Yang Pingsheng, sending him flying towards the stone wall.

Upon seeing this, the Qilin clone hurriedly tried to stop it, but was blocked by Song Qihao and Qingtian.

"Hahahaha, I, Song Qihao, have commanded Qingtian and won battle after battle. To this day, I have not been defeated."

Song Qihao waved the red flag and shouted, "Heavens above, destroy this clone!"

The blue sky opened its blood-red maw and spewed out poisonous gas; its snake-like eyes were also filled with excitement and agitation.

As the rain of swords fell, it couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality, but Song Qihao's return made it exceptionally happy.

In this way, only four people remained on the cliff that was finally enveloped by the aura of the Sword Soul Heart.

Du Wanli, Mu Xiaobai, Tian Bulian, Yang Pingsheng.

At this moment, Du Wanli was in first place, Mu Xiaobai was second with Tian Bulian on his back, and Yang Pingsheng was the last to fall behind, but thanks to Song Qihao's help, he had narrowed the gap with the others from the Guardian Sect.

The rain of swords irritated their souls, and the halo of light shook their wills. The three conscious Earth Immortals were simultaneously greatly disturbed.

Du Wanli, who was ranked first, trembled, his chest heaving violently.

“I grew up eating food from many families. When I was a child, I had to speak human language to humans and ghost language to get food. Because of this, I developed the habit of living with a mask on.”

"I hide my true self and wander through the world wearing different masks, like a puppet."

"I don't know what my responsibilities are, and I don't know why I'm living so desperately."

"Later, I learned that I was the protagonist, and my responsibility to survive was to protect the Heavenly Way and defeat the villains."

"Hehehehe..." Du Wanli suddenly laughed, his facial expression gradually distorting, but his eyes shone with a resolute light.

“Unlike Song Panning, I don’t have so many resources or such a powerful family background. I can’t even participate in the Goddess election. Even if I did, I would just be the Goddess’s dog.”

"Now that I've come to this world, I can better protect the Heavenly Way and better understand my responsibilities. There has never been a better thing than this."

"Because of me, Du Wanli, I also have a reason to live, just like everyone else!!"

"Get up there!!"

He roared as he struggled to climb upwards.

Mu Xiaobai gritted his teeth and persevered, while Yang Pingsheng remained silent. The three of them raced against each other, all climbing the final stretch of the journey.

Just then, Tian Bulian awoke.

With blood in her mouth, she felt the sword spirit constantly washing over her will, and seeing the current situation clearly, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"That was... a real mess."

Unable to use her spiritual energy, and burdened by successive severe injuries, Tian Bulian has become a burden. She sighed helplessly, gently stroking Mu Xiaobai's head, and said tenderly, "I'm sorry for dragging you down."

"Don't you pity me, sister?"

"You keep climbing. I'll take care of the mission from the Heavenly Guardian Sect."

After saying that, she actually took the initiative to break free from Mu Xiaobai's back and fell towards Yang Pingsheng.

"Don't pity me, sister!!"

The wind whistled overhead, and Yang Pingsheng looked up to see Tian Bulian hurtling towards him with a beautiful smile.

"Do you remember what I told you, Young Master Yang?" Tian Bulian blinked, still having time to tease, "You're destined for bloodshed, you know."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was already in front of Yang Pingsheng, and at the same time she used the Great Dao Mark.

Yang Pingsheng quickly dodged to the side, but it was too late. His entire right shoulder was hit. He closed his eyes in pain, but took the opportunity to shake off Tian Bulian's entanglement.

"...What a pity."

Heaven showed no mercy when the attack failed; with a helpless sigh, he fell to the ground.

The Qilin clone wanted to go to the rescue, but was stopped by Song Qihao and Qingtian: "Little pet, where do you think you're going?"

The Qilin clone failed to rescue Tian Bulian and witnessed him fall into the abyss. Enraged, it roared repeatedly and attacked Qingtian with even greater ferocity.

Now, only three Earth Immortals remained to compete on the entire mountainside.

"Doctor, hang in there!" Su Murong shouted, her heart pounding with fear after witnessing Tian Bulian's suicidal attack.

The jade pendant around Yang Pingsheng's neck shimmered, and Su Murong's voice came from it. This was an item Su Murong had given Yang Pingsheng before he came, saying that it could transmit messages using human energy. He never expected it to be used as a tool for Su Murong to encourage him.

However, he was too tired, and with his throat injured, he was already at his limit and couldn't reply to Su Murong at all.

He simply crawled step by step, towards the heart of the sword spirit.

Even so, there are still two main characters above him.

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Yang Pingsheng was very fast and quickly approached Mu Xiaobai.

Mu Xiaobai's heart skipped a beat, and as she looked down, she saw a masked, armored man approaching.

With no mercy from the heavens for his fall and his fate unknown, and with the enemy closing in, Mu Xiaobai had no choice but to push himself to increase his speed once again.

Du Wanli has now created some distance between them, while Yang Pingsheng's approach has put a lot of psychological pressure on her.

"Little Bell, is this the chess player you mentioned? He's certainly no ordinary person." Jiu Ba Huang looked at Yang Pingsheng, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

"Should I go and kill him?" it suggested after thinking for a moment.

“That’s not a good idea. Xu Baxian is prepared, and the Three Immortals also have other tricks up their sleeves. If you move now, Ninth Brother, the secret treasure will become ineffective, and they will act immediately as well.” Ling Tiandu sighed. “Once we get caught up in the chaos, we will definitely be at a disadvantage.”

"I am an ancient demon, comparable to a true immortal. Little Ling'er, you underestimate me too much!" Jiu Ba Huang said with slight dissatisfaction.

“That’s not how it is. I’ve already done the calculations. Once the battle gets chaotic, we will definitely be at a disadvantage. This is our best option.” Ling Tiandu sighed helplessly. “Now we just need to see if the other side has any backup plans.”

"That female villain whose full appearance you haven't figured out yet, is she really that strong?"

"Of course, that guy can even fool the heavens."

Boom!

At the highest peak, Sword Soul Heart seemed to sense the approach of the three and let out an explosive sound as if in terror.

The halo grew stronger, but the light of the Sword Soul Heart dimmed, and it looked like it was about to completely collapse.

All three were affected by this shock. Du Wanli, who was at the top, immediately fell into a dream, Mu Xiaobai felt dizzy, and even Yang Pingsheng was in a daze and almost lost control and fell down.

"Oh dear, the kid from the Heavenly Guardian Sect seems to have fallen into a dream."

"This should be Sword Soul Heart's last resort. Let's see which of the three can hold out until the end."

"A mere Earth Immortal actually accomplished something that even a True Immortal couldn't do... Sword Soul Heart..."

The three royal attendants, as if watching a play, offered their comments one after another.

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Jiu Bahuang roared at them, "If you want to watch the show, then watch it quietly! What's all the fuss about?"

Hong Lingyi remained silent, while Hei Jiao Mang looked back defiantly. Bai Lingling replied with a smile, "If Senior is in such a hurry, why not release us from this trap? That young man is already trapped in a dream!"

"You don't need to worry about him. That kid's ability to hold out until there is far superior to yours." Jiu Ba Huang sneered. "Also, don't talk to me. You're disgusting, you sissy."

Bai Lingling's face darkened.

Black Horn Mang laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Bai Lingling, you swore before that you would kill anyone who called you effeminate, why aren't you doing that now?"

"Shut up, you black bastard. I don't need you to remind me."