The improved female villains regained their memories.

She took out the red talisman for the first time.

"May the gods possess me!"

Is it pink or red?

He couldn't tell the difference.

All he knew was that when everything settled down, only Jiang Mochang would be standing alone.

Fragments of flesh and blood clung to her face. She wiped them away and looked at Yang Pingsheng.

“No matter what my red talisman looks like, it only has one name,” she said.

"That is to invite a deity to possess you."

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The system's plans were executed time and time again, and divine intervention was invoked repeatedly.

Finally, under the siege of countless gangs, Yang Pingsheng said as planned: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. Actually, I have a destiny of immortality hidden within me."

Jiang Mochang pretended not to hear and carried him into the depths of the woods.

One pursuer after another, the forest had formed an encirclement, and they couldn't escape.

Their journey together will eventually come to an end here.

The encirclement narrowed, and finally, the crowd faced Jiang Mochang and the seriously injured Yang Pingsheng.

Dozens of gang leaders gathered together, and one of them spoke up: "Jiang Mochang, we brothers don't want to mess with you. Hand over the immortal destiny behind you, and we'll let you go."

“That’s right!” another person shouted. “We only want the opportunity to become immortals, we don’t want to be your enemy. Everyone knows that you, Jiang Mochang, have no interest in the opportunity to become immortals, so why do you have to protect him so desperately?”

The sound waves came one after another.

Yang Pingsheng struggled to get down, grabbed Jiang Mochang's hand, and said to her, "This time, it's really over."

He saw the other person's pupils constrict, gripping his hand tightly: "No, no."

She said, "We promised each other that once we were married, we would never be separated, even if we traveled across mountains and rivers or the sun and moon set."

“Mo Chang…” Yang Pingsheng looked at her tense appearance and moist eyes, and his heart stirred slightly.

But he still pushed her away as planned, saying, "Next time, we will never be apart."

Beams of spiritual energy shot out, piercing his body.

In his final moments before losing consciousness, all he saw was the girl staring blankly at him, a tear sliding down her cheek, before she turned and ran away.

And then, that was it.

The story of the Eighth World is that simple.

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Taixu.

Ye Buxin approached step by step.

"Why persist? Why not give up the resistance?"

"You have no more price to pay for rebirth and reincarnation, right? If that's the case, why not accept your fate?"

Jiang Mo was panting heavily as he retreated, continuously throwing out red characters.

However, these characters could not cause Ye Buxin any harm. The chaotic power of Taixu, combined with the origin of the Heavenly Dao, was enough to make her ignore any attack.

"You know the price of a time-space forbidden killing move, huh? For him, look at what you have left?"

"He was just someone who should have died long ago."

Chapter 507 The Crimson Dragon Soars Ten Thousand Feet!

Yang Pingsheng's dream seems to have shattered.

He saw the pink phantom land in front of him.

Her face was no longer blurry, but so clear.

She stood in front of him and said softly, "I've waited for you for so long. This is the last time. I can't reset time anymore, but Ye Buxin still has one chance left."

She leaned closer, placed her hand on Yang Pingsheng's wrist, and pressed her forehead against his, saying, "You have regained all your memories, but your memories are unreliable. Don't worry about anything else. Go to the Guardian Sect. As long as we can force Ye Buxin to perform the final time reset, we still have a chance to win."

"You said it yourself, don't forget."

Yang Pingsheng was stunned.

The next moment, the pink color burst into flames and vanished into nothingness.

The darkness faded, and the candlelight illuminated the room.

Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed with Xu Anlu standing beside him.

"Sir, you're awake?" She looked over, a calm smile on her face.

As if having made a decision, Yang Pingsheng said, "Xiao Lu."

"Ok?"

"I want to talk to you."

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Taixu, a place where space is distorted, light intertwines, and broken pink light and shadow intertwine with chaotic air currents to form a strange and mysterious battlefield.

There was no distinction between heaven and earth, no light of the sun or moon, only endless darkness and the occasional flash of light that illuminated everything only to be quickly swallowed up again.

Ye Buxin didn't use any weapons, but instead used her palms as blades. With each swing, she could condense the surrounding void into sharp blades of energy that shot towards her opponent. Her movements were light and elegant, like snowflakes dancing in winter, each turn accompanied by the crisp, melodious sound of ice crystals shattering.

Jiang Mochang relentlessly unleashed characters, her hands like two burning suns, each swing unleashing waves of heat that melted the air blades and dispelled the brief darkness. Her attacks were wild and fierce, like a summer fire, burning everything in its path, fearless and unyielding.

The Taixu was constantly resonating with the two as they fought. Each of their clashes caused a strong spatial tremor, which briefly materialized the surrounding void, projecting scenes from other worlds: sometimes floating mountains, sometimes brilliant starry skies, and sometimes even the phantoms of ancient creatures wandering among them.

Space began to distort and deform, forming vortex-like cracks that seemed poised to devour everything.

"I already said, this level of skill is far from enough to bury me!"

The power of the Heavenly Dao erupted forth. Ye Buxin reached out, and the chaotic energy behind him formed a large hand. With a gentle squeeze, Ye Buxin extinguished all the red light.

Jiang Mochang was no match for him and could only fight and retreat.

Ye Buxin clapped his hands together, and two large hands formed from chaotic energy appeared beside Jiang Mochang, also clapping heavily.

She broke free from the chaotic airflow, half of her body shattered, looking utterly miserable, but she still stubbornly retorted, "Ye Buxin, is this all you've got?"

Ye Buxin smiled helplessly: "The Chaotic Qi Stream was just a move I made casually. You don't even have the qualifications to force out my killing move, yet you're still shouting here?"

Jiang Mochang laughed loudly: "Where we come from, we don't waste words with the other party when we kill someone. If you're really capable, then hurry up and kill me. If you're afraid because of some concerns, then you don't need to brag to me here."

She immediately saw through Ye Buxin's true thoughts: "If you want the Origin Land of Taixu, you can talk about it after you beat me."

Ye Buxin shook his head helplessly: "Since that's the case, then you might as well die."

She no longer held back, and a massive surge of chaotic energy roared in.

Dragging his half-broken body, he watched the gusts of air rush towards him, with what he was meant to protect behind him.

Jiang Mo was panting heavily, a ferocious smile on his face.

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Jiang Mochang is not without a gang; she does belong to a gang.

She still remembers the last supper. Everyone sat around the table, on which was the food prepared by the gang leader, Liu Yin.

"I disagree! Regardless of whether Su Fengqing has a destiny to immortality or not, she is one of us. We cannot hand her over!" Deputy leader Murong Xu slammed her fist on the table and shouted.

Liu Yin didn't speak, but the worry between her brows betrayed her. Murong Xu gritted her teeth and yelled at the man beside her, "Hey, Sikong Xuan, say something! You don't also want to hand Su Fengqing over, do you?"

Sikong Xuan was a very rational person. He remained silent for a while before speaking: "We are just a small gang of a few people. The gang on the other side has more than twenty people, and five of them have undergone body tempering and impurity removal. We are no match for them."

"Then let's run! We can go anywhere, to the ends of the earth!" Murong Xu shouted. "I can't trade my companions for wealth and status."

He then looked at Jiang Mochang and Yang Pingsheng: "You two should say something, especially you, Mochang. Aren't you usually the one who cares most about Su Fengqing?"

He wanted to say something more, but Liu Yin stopped him by raising her hand.

"Now that things have come to this, let's all speak," Liu Yin said. "Or we can vote by raising our hands; we have to come up with a solution."

None of the people present moved.

Liu Yin continued, "Those who agree to hand over Su Fengqing, raise your hands."

Nobody moved.

She finally smiled and said, "Then it seems we have no choice but to fight to the death."

The atmosphere wasn't serious; instead, it became relaxed.

No one objected.

The deputy leader, Murong Xu, has always secretly loved Liu Yin, but he is very kind to every member of the gang and extremely protective of his own.

Member Sikong Xuan is at the Body Tempering and Impurity Removal Realm in the gang. He was the one who picked up Su Fengqing back then.

Member Yang Pingsheng, who is at the same level of body tempering and purification, acts alongside Jiang Mochang and is not fond of talking.

Member Jiang Mochang, whose cultivation level is unknown, is skilled in making talismans. He joined the gang with Yang Pingsheng and usually takes good care of Su Fengqing.

These five people decided to leave the next day and engage in guerrilla warfare against a gang of more than twenty people, refusing to compromise.

Jiang Mochang, who had no ties to the past, had never experienced this feeling before.

She witnessed firsthand how everyone fought desperately to the very end, all to protect the people they cared about.

No one expected that the journey would turn out like that.

First it was Liu Yin, then Murong Xu, and finally Sikong Xuan.

One by one they fell, one by one they died.

The winds of the Eighth World never cease.

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Rumble!