The improved female villains regained their memories.

That's true, after all, it's the last time, she couldn't possibly remain inactive.

Yan Yong didn't come. The leader was a bearded man who rode a BMW, held a large knife, and shouted menacingly, "Hand over the Immortal Fate!"

Liu Yin stepped forward. As the leader of the gang, she was not afraid of the invading cultivators. Instead, she calmly replied, "There is no path to immortality here. Sir, please leave."

"Do you think it's up to you to decide?" The bearded man sneered. "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Brothers, kill!"

As spiritual energy erupted, Jiang Mochang took a step forward, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

She said coldly, "You're asking for it."

A burst of talismanic light erupted, triggering a chain of explosions just like before.

The power was still the same, but the effect was not as good as before. This group lost a number of people, but the charge did not stop.

The bearded man leaped off his horse, his broadsword gleaming with golden light.

Suddenly, a suit of armor appeared on Jiang Mochang, blocking the attack for her.

Murong Xu shielded Liu Yin and shouted, "Brothers, charge!"

Close combat was imminent, and battle was about to break out.

Spiritual energy mingled with flesh and blood, the wind blew everything far away, and the horizon was dyed blood red by the setting sun.

They finally drove back the enemy, but in return, they suffered heavy losses.

Sikong Xuan tossed aside the bearded man's head and sat on a rock, covered in wounds.

He glanced around. The once towering mangroves now resembled warriors who had survived a catastrophe, their branches broken, leaves fallen, and scarred. Sunlight filtered through the tattered canopies, dappling the ground covered with fallen leaves and broken branches, and an atmosphere of desolation and bleakness filled the air.

The Mangrove Forest Gang was a gathering place for the weak, with few members and little strength. Even with preparations, the fighting left many dead and wounded. Liu Yin and Murong Xu directed the transport of the wounded and the burial of the bodies; the festive atmosphere of the previous family reunion had vanished.

The corpses were crammed together, and at the site of the battle, large patches of blood stained the ground, mixing with the soil to create a shocking color.

Su Feng walked over, trembling slightly. Seeing all this, he burst into tears.

Sikong Xuan stood up, squatted down in front of Su Fengqing, put his hand on her shoulder, and said after a long while, "Girl, don't cry."

Su Feng sobbed uncontrollably, "Brother Sikong, you know, it's all...it's all because of me..."

"I killed my village, I killed my family, and now I've killed you all, Brother Si, I..."

Sikong Xuan listened in silence.

He wasn't good at talking, nor was he good at comforting people. He could understand Su Fengqing's sadness, but he couldn't help her feel better.

"...It's not your fault." That was all he could say in the end.

Su Feng cried even harder, large tears falling onto the earth, adding a touch of sorrow to the desolate landscape.

Sikong Xuan could only hold her in his arms and feel her sadness in his embrace.

So, whose fault is this?

The people of the Eighth World have an inexplicable obsession with immortal destiny. As long as it is related to immortal destiny, they will frantically try to seize it.

In this world, nothing is more important than becoming an immortal.

Everyone wants to become an immortal, therefore no one is human anymore.

So, whose fault is this?

Sikong Xuan looked at the setting sun in the distance, its color as red as fire.

He made up his mind and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Chapter 522 Immortal Physique

What is destined to happen cannot be changed by anyone.

No matter how many times Yang Pingsheng tries, once Yan Yong's organization begins its attack, Jiang Mochang will slowly revert back to his original form.

She was no longer cheerful, and remained silent all day long. Her eyes became devoid of joy or sorrow, simply gazing calmly at everything.

The siege from the outside world has continued since that day, and the news that the Mangrove Forest Gang possesses a divine destiny has spread like wildfire, attracting more and more gangs.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, gradually forming a storm.

It's highly likely that Yan Yong was behind the spread of the rumors, but he didn't explain what the "immortal destiny" actually was. As a result, the gangs that came to besiege the area were all speculating. Some guessed it was the apple in the mangrove forest, while others guessed it was that giant ancient tree.

Of course, regardless of which one, they all agreed that the Mangrove Forest Gang was the beneficiary of the Immortal Fate.

People are complex; besides the battles on the surface, there's just as much turmoil behind the scenes. Many gangs have sent envoys to secretly contact Liu Yin, explaining the current situation of the Red Forest Gang and hoping to cooperate with them.

But Liu Yin never wavered.

Yang Pingsheng could see that as the number of injured and dead increased, Liu Yin's eyes were gradually breaking.

She can't hold on for long.

Even with Murong Xu's continued support, she couldn't hold on for long.

Someone like Liu Yin, if she weren't the female protagonist, would have no place in this eighth world.

But Yang Pingsheng knew that the Eighth World needed someone like Liu Yin.

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Yan Yong's forces have not reappeared since that day when they suffered a setback.

But this does not mean the battle for the mangroves is over; on the contrary, the fighting is intensifying.

The gangs that gathered because of rumors fought among themselves for priority in the mangrove forest, and of course, they also fought against the mangrove forest gangs.

The reason for the battle was supposed to be a connection with the immortals, but as the situation escalated, many times, no one knew what they were fighting for.

With war raging and peace reigning day and night, Liu Yin gathered everyone for a discussion and ultimately decided to rely on the terrain of the mangrove forest to fight back.

They were weak, but fortunately, they had a strongman like Sikong Xuan and an extraordinary person like Jiang Mochang, so their resistance was not difficult.

Even so, they are losing something every single day.

As the main force of the resistance, Jiang Mochang naturally could not back down, and Yang Pingsheng stayed by her side, on the front line every day.

One talisman after another was made, and even the [Void Talisman Making] technique couldn't withstand such consumption.

Liu Yin and Murong Xu both tried to persuade Jiang Mo to take a break, but she stubbornly shook her head, working day and night to make talismans. Once they were finished, she would immediately send them to the front lines for deployment.

To ensure effective resistance, she didn't just make explosive talismans; she also created all sorts of strange talismans, such as confusion talismans, illusion talismans, and upside-down talismans, constantly striving to save the small gang in the mangrove forest.

However, there were too many enemies. Cultivators are not immortals after all. Even with great strength, they cannot stand against a thousand troops by themselves.

Finally, one day, Jiang Mochang collapsed from exhaustion.

When she woke up, the moon was high in the sky, and Yang Pingsheng was sitting beside her, taking good care of her.

She jumped out of bed: "Where is the enemy?"

“The enemy hasn’t arrived yet.” Yang Pingsheng held her down. “Your talisman worked very well the other day, and now they dare not invade casually.”

“That’s just a small gang that was pushed out to their deaths. Didn’t you hear what Liu Yin said the other day? Those guys have already formed an alliance and discussed how to divide us up. I have to, I have to!”

"Lie down." Yang Pingsheng's tone was cold and hard. In all the time they had spent together, he rarely used such a cold tone with Jiang Mo.

He forcefully pressed Jiang Mochang back onto the bed, forbidding her to get up.

"There's no use in being anxious. Even if you can create thousands of talismans, it won't change the current situation."

After a long silence, Jiang Mochang lay in bed, not speaking for a long time.

After a long pause, she finally said, "It's because I'm not powerful enough. If I could create thousands of red talismans, then I..."

She looked at Yang Pingsheng, her voice filled with helplessness: "Pingsheng, you've seen this so many times, can't you think of a way? I... I give up. This place is great, I love it here, I don't want it destroyed, anything is fine, I just don't want it to..."

Throughout his long life, he had rarely met Jiang Mochang who was so candid.

Those eyes were misty with tears, making one's heart soften.

This was also different. Yang Pingsheng hesitated for a moment before slowly and heavily sitting down on the edge of the bed and holding her hand.

"Rest first, you need to replenish your spiritual energy."

"Throughout my life..."

The honest Jiang Mochang, was the last time I saw him at the ancient temple?

still.......

Can not remember.

But in this last moment of seeing her honesty, Yang Pingsheng felt a rare surge of joy.

“Pingsheng, you’re right. This is my home. I’ve been wandering for so long, and I don’t want to wander anymore,” Jiang Mochang continued. “Even if I have to wander, I don’t want it to be destroyed.”

She gripped Yang Pingsheng's hand tightly: "Please, think of something, I... I don't want to..."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time.

He had already made up his mind. This was the last time, no matter what, he wanted to relax a little this last time.

However, when he looked into those eyes, Yang Pingsheng realized that, one last time, he still hoped that Jiang Mochang could get what he wanted.

Regardless of her thoughts, if this is her idea, this is her wish, he will do everything in his power to make it happen.

He held Jiang Mochang's hand and smiled that familiar smile again.

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

He sensed something and looked out the window. Qi Feng was standing in the tree, looking at them with concern.

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The Eighth World has no seasons, only endless wind.

The nature of the wind varies throughout the year.

Yang Pingsheng stood on the hillside where he and Jiang Mo used to often stay, and felt the wind gradually getting colder.

Yes, after the Family Reunion Festival, the wind will start to get cold.

As the weather gets colder, all the warmth and beauty will become like the moon reflected in the water, and its end will draw ever closer.

Ever since Ye Buxin set the node, he has started over many times before that node.

The last time, everything was as usual, with no significant difference overall.