The improved female villains regained their memories.

But Shi Guiyan remained unmoved.

Even when the reincarnation device was destroyed, Shi Guiyan remained unmoved.

The most dangerous time was when an explosion happened right next to her, and the explosives hit her, but she didn't move.

All attention was focused on repairing the magical artifact before them.

"Repairing Network 1 is my mission."

She sat there, a being made from a magical artifact, and although she had no heart, she felt something resonating with her, something beating within her.

"Go ahead and hit me, hit me."

"Do whatever you want."

"As long as I'm alive, as long as I'm alive..."

"I am determined to fix Network One."

"You can't stop me, and I won't let you stop me!"

The light from the repaired ritual implements never ceased.

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A lightning whip lashed out at the God of Wine, sending him flying.

Thunder roared, and Luo Benmo whipped his whip, summoning a thunder dragon.

Immortal Path Killing Move - Nine Dragons Headhunter.

The killing move exploded with a deafening roar, instantly severely injuring the God of Wine.

The illusory wine jar poured out white light once more, and the God of Wine recovered, gritting his teeth as he looked at Luo Benmo: "You can still fight?"

Luo Benmo remained silent with a cold face and lashed out with his whip again.

Song Panning laughed heartily: "Luo Benmo, I knew you wouldn't die!"

It turns out that during the fight, while Song Panning was setting up her own formation, she was also secretly setting up a recovery formation in the direction of Luo Benmo.

Luo Benmo chuckled coldly and replied, "Don't worry, I won't die."

She didn't say it, but the formation that Song Panning set up did indeed help her a lot.

"Dionysus, we've come to your aid!"

Another voice rang out from the entrance to the formation. It turned out to be another member of the Nine-Eight Desolations and many divine beasts. After Yinglong dealt with the mecha, they finally arrived!

"Humph!"

Lobenmo unleashed a burst of lightning, instantly filling the battlefield with thunder, leaving no place to hide.

Song Panning wielded her brush, and the array that had been prepared beforehand at the entrance rose up, enveloping them.

Before these mythical beasts could even benefit from the auxiliary effects of the Cloud Dream Formation, they were trapped in the mud and unable to move.

Boom boom boom!

The villains' hearts were pounding.

This was the first time Song Panning had felt so excited.

She shouted, "God of Wine, open your eyes wide and see who's going to lose!"

"You keep saying that good will always triumph over evil, so let me ask you a question."

"Why are you the righteous ones and we the evil ones?"

"Why are we the villains?!"

The formation continued to rise.

Song Panning wielded the weapon with incredible speed, instantly constructing a ninety-nine-layered array.

All the mythical beasts and all the main characters were enveloped within it.

With the combined efforts of Xu Anlu and Song Panning, they finally began to fight back.

Song Panning laughed heartily and shouted, "God of Wine, now take a look!"

"I can trap you all in your so-called justice."

"What makes you think I'm evil?"

"Your bullshit system, your bullshit human chess plan, your bullshit protagonist and villain scheme, I've wanted to curse you for a long time. You're so high and mighty, treating people like pawns, like characters in a script."

“Hoo…” She took a deep breath, as if to calm herself down, and then continued, “You defined us, let people approach us, and use emotions to bind us. Yes, you succeeded. We can’t live without Yang Pingsheng. But let me tell you…”

"We are not for you to define."

With a roar, Qingtian transformed into human form once more and charged forward.

With demonic energy surging to the sky, she couldn't summon those ten thousand fist shadows, so she just kept punching the God of Wine.

Dionysus unleashed his power and fought back, but Qingtian, as if he didn't care about his life, just kept exchanging blood with him.

He was beaten to pieces, but was repaired by the phantom of the wine jar. He roared in anger and unleashed a killing move, punching the sky.

"You villains, you are guilty of heinous crimes, murder and arson. How many sins have been committed because of you? And now you are still trying to deny it!" His eyes were red, and he punched Qingtian away.

He roared at Song Panning, "He's a villain with the same label as you. I used to believe in him, I thought he was a good person. I guided him in his cultivation, helped him resolve his troubles, and treated him like a younger brother. But what was the result?!"

"The result was that my family was destroyed, my wife died, and my daughter was turned into a human wind chime. Tell me, aren't you villains evil? Don't you deserve to die?"

"Why don't you all just die?!"

"I'll tell you why!"

“Because it wasn’t us who caused your family to be destroyed, your wife died, your daughter died, so go and take revenge, and try to bring them back to life.”

"You hate us without any purpose, suppress us, and inexplicably become our enemy. How are you any different from the villains you talk about?"

Song Panning roared back, the wind blowing through her hair. This goddess was so excited for the first time.

She roared angrily:

"Tell me, on what grounds?!"

Chapter 582 A Heart Full of Resentment, A Person Full of Resentment

Boom boom boom boom!

The deep blue sky trembled slightly as eerie heads continued to fall and crash into the sky formation.

Heads fell from the sky, but streams of human energy and cultivators flew out from various places.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Su Murong burst into laughter.

"This immense popularity is growing continuously, it's amazing, truly amazing!"

She gradually replaced Yang Pingsheng and took the position of the leader.

Yang Pingsheng used the Sword Soul Heart to inspire everyone's morale, while Su Murong used the great formation to mobilize everyone's morale.

A strong sense of community filled the air as the formation unfolded, creating a thunderous roar.

Come on, come on!

Influenced by the Sword Soul Heart, Su Murong also roared in his heart.

Why can't I control my own destiny? Why is it arranged by this damned God? What kind of villain is this? Your whole family are the villains!

Its popularity skyrocketed, and it began to devour these heads instead.

The figure formed from the dark clouds of human energy slowly rose up, resembling a giant.

The Qi-boosting pill that had been circulating in the dantian finally took effect.

Su Murong laughed heartily, and with each breath, the figure grew even taller.

"The truly popular alchemy technique has been successfully completed!!"

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long long ago.

"Qian Mo, why don't you practice martial arts with everyone every day? What are you doing hiding in your room all day?"

"Father, I want to refine elixirs."

"Alchemy? Do you know that in today's world, spiritual energy is declining? By the time you grow up, the spiritual energy will probably have almost completely dissipated. Although alchemists are valued, they are not included in the examination for officials in our dynasty. As your father, I hope that you can learn martial arts well, join the army when you grow up, protect your country, and then obtain an official position to train your descendants somewhere and pass on the Qian family's swordsmanship."

"But Father, I really want to refine pills."

"Didn't I tell you that spiritual energy will decline? Even if you refine it your whole life, you won't be able to refine an immortal pill."

Blood flowed all the way.

Qian Mo felt as if he were hallucinating, with past memories constantly surfacing.

His whole body ached, and he looked down at the arrows embedded in his body, smiling helplessly.

After placing the severely injured Su Murong on the ground of the cave, Qian Mo took out pills from his body and fed them into Su Murong's mouth.

Of the three treasures of man, the most important is qi (vital energy).

If someone loses their breath, no amount of medicine can save them, like Su Rouxue.

Su Murong was different. Her Qi core had already taken initial shape, and coupled with her strong personal energy, even though she was seriously injured, her vital energy remained concentrated and did not dissipate.

What a lucky little guy.

Watching her wounds gradually heal and her breathing become more steady, Qian Mo smiled helplessly.

He trembled as he took out the last pill, put it away, placed it in the little guy's arms, and then slowly moved to the cave entrance.

As night deepened, he sat down against the stone wall and removed the arrow.

Blood was flowing. Qian Mo closed his eyes. Unlike Su Murong, he was on the verge of death. Unless a miraculous elixir was available, no amount of medicine could save him.

Elixir...

He recalled his father's words. So many years had passed, and he could no longer even remember what his father looked like, but he still remembered what his father had said.