The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Let us, here, in this land of the dead, establish a new Heavenly Way."

"Once the Taixu is merged, we will refine it together and make it part of our new world."

Chapter 703 I shall make you all be buried with my brother

"Shi Guijia is out of trouble."

"What's going on? Hasn't she gone crazy?"

"I've already said it, if we don't kill them, they'll cause a major problem sooner or later!"

The news that the Heavenly Dao Residence Palace had been destroyed was known not only to Zhiyuan, but also to the members of the Heroes Alliance.

Everyone here possesses the strength of a True Immortal, each with their own methods, and many have left behind tokens, so finding out isn't difficult.

The immortals all looked grim, especially Guan Hongyi, who snorted coldly and retreated behind the crowd, appearing unwilling to participate.

The members of the Heroes Alliance were frozen in place, unsure whether to continue the pursuit or return to provide reinforcements.

Zhiyuan did leave behind some methods there, but he sensed that it wasn't just Shi Guijia there, but also Yang Pingsheng and Wen Shihan.

The methods left there were completely wiped out by Yang Pingsheng's Great Dao True Traces.

Meanwhile, they had not yet captured Song Panning and Luo Benmo, and their initial objective had not been achieved. The villains were gradually breaking free of control, leaving Zhiyuan in a dilemma.

"Continue the pursuit, or return to reinforce?" Granny Weaver Girl noticed the morale was off and quickly asked telepathically.

Zhiyuan gritted his teeth: "Yang Pingsheng has already joined up with Shi Guijia. If we go back to provide reinforcements, we may be ambushed."

He quickly decided: "Continue the pursuit!"

The Weaver Girl worried, "If he takes this opportunity to rescue the other female villains..."

“Xu Baxian is watching those people. Now that things have come to this, we can only trust them,” Zhiyuan said. “Continue to pursue Luo Benmo and Song Panning. This way, we can also keep Yang Pingsheng occupied and prevent him from being able to focus on one thing at a time.”

The Weaver Girl Granny fell silent.

With Zhiyuan's family holding absolute power, there were some things she couldn't say.

Song Panning and Luo Benmo, one is the most cunning among female villains, and the other is the most powerful in combat. Is it really okay to pursue them like this?

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In the new world, Mount Tianren stands majestically, still the pinnacle of the world, like a giant sword piercing the clouds.

Its mountain is enormous, formed by countless huge rocks piled up. Despite the erosion of time, those rocks remain cold and resolute, each one like an ancient beast lying in wait.

At the foot of the mountain lies a vast sea of ​​clouds and mist, which surge and swirl around the mountain like giant white waves. Occasionally, a strong wind howls by, and the clouds and mist scatter like a flock of startled sheep, only to regroup in an instant.

The air here is thin and cold, so cold that you can feel ice crystals condensing in your lungs with every breath.

As you climb up the steep mountainside, the wind grows stronger with each ascent. The powerful mountain winds seem like countless invisible hands, trying to pull climbers off the cliff. Occasionally, a few tenacious herbs cling tightly to the crevices of the rocks, their leaves trembling in the wind, yet still displaying their tenacious vitality.

The spiritual energy erupted, and the churning clouds suddenly calmed down.

A cold wind tousled her silvery-white hair as Luo Benmo stood on high ground, watching coldly.

"I've set up an array here. They should arrive soon. You should focus on regulating your breathing."

Song Panning explained as she laid out the formation.

Her figure was graceful, her clothes fluttered, her hair flew freely in the wind, her expression was focused, and her hands kept changing hand seals, with beams of light shooting out from her fingertips.

First, she scattered a ring of crystal-clear spirit beads around a flat boulder on the mountaintop. The beads embedded themselves deeply into the rock as soon as they landed. Then, she waved her sleeve, and countless colorful threads flew out from her sleeve. The threads seemed to have a life of their own, winding and swirling in the air, quickly intertwining to form a huge and complex net structure that covered the boulder.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Every now and then, streaks of purple lightning flashed by, as if drawn by the formation, winding their way towards the formation at the mountaintop and merging into the colorful threads, causing the entire formation to shimmer with a dazzling yet dangerous light.

As the lightning merged with the spiritual pearls within the array, their light grew even stronger, enveloping the entire peak of Tianren Mountain in this strange radiance. From afar, it resembled a lighthouse burning with mysterious flames, standing at the highest point in the world.

Her body suddenly trembled. The great formation not far from here had been broken, which meant that Mingyuan and the others still chose to pursue them.

They moved very fast, and all the blocking formations that Song Panning had set up along the way were broken. This was normal, as she had set up the formations hastily, and those people had been empowered by the Heavenly Dao and all became True Immortals, so her formations could no longer stop them.

Especially Zhiyuan, who was at full power and broke through the formation at an incredibly fast speed. At first, he could still hold them off to some extent, but now he couldn't even stop them.

Song Panning took a deep breath as she set up the formation, keeping her on high alert.

After Yang Pingsheng arrived in the main world, she received a message that the other party wanted to go find Shi Guijia first. She did not object to this choice. On the contrary, she advised Yang Pingsheng not to worry about them for the time being, but to take this opportunity to rescue the other female villains first.

She wasn't simply trying to portray herself as magnanimous in front of Yang Pingsheng; her advice was also the result of careful consideration.

Zhiyuan's arrival was exactly what she wanted. As long as she could keep Zhiyuan and the others here, the pressure on Yang Pingsheng would be much less.

For some reason, Ye Buxin did not weaken Qing Tian's combat power. Therefore, on their side, Qing Tian was a True Immortal with combat power. She could set up a great formation to restrain the True Immortal's energy, so she could barely be considered a half True Immortal. Luo Benmo had the remnants of Heavenly Will on her body. Heavenly Will restored her realm in the previous world. Although she had become an Empty Spirit Root, she could still be considered a True Immortal with combat power.

With only three people facing off against nine True Immortals, do they really have a chance of winning with such an exaggerated difference in combat power?

Thinking of this, she glanced at Luo Benmo.

The small, white figure stared into the distance, saying nothing.

She had been silent for a long time; ever since she learned of Yang Ping's death, she had remained in this state.

Angry? Song Panning pondered. If that were the case, all the better. A desperate army is bound to win. In the upcoming battle, Luo Benmo would still be needed to contribute.

"Restrain Zhiyuan, inflict as many casualties as possible, and wait for Yang Pingsheng's reinforcements."

She added the final touch to the grand formation, walked over to Luo Benmo, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Luo Benmo didn't look at her.

She saw the desolate flames of war and the burned villages, and that cry of "Sister" pierced the sky and reached her ears.

He found her when she was abandoned.

She stood beside the ruins, watching the crying children.

Unfortunately, we can no longer hear that loud "Sister" now.

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Song Panning wondered if she had overreacted. Putting herself in Yang Ping's shoes, she probably wouldn't have been able to handle it either.

She was about to say a few words when suddenly, a great tremor began.

Qingtian emerged from her embrace, transformed into human form, and warily gazed into the distance.

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A chilling killing intent swept in like a cold wave, followed by a group of dark figures rushing towards the great formation set up by the female immortal like ghosts. These attackers were of various shapes and sizes; some exuded a dark aura, while others had eerie red eyes, and each one came with menacing force.

As soon as they approached the great formation, they unleashed a variety of fierce attacks. Some wielded weapons that exuded dark magic, slashing fiercely at the edge of the formation; others chanted incantations, summoning streams of black spiritual energy that surged towards the formation.

The great formation trembled violently under attack. The once steady, shimmering colored threads shook violently, like a spiderweb ravaged by a gale. The spirit pearls embedded around the boulder also flickered uneasily, their halos brightening and dimming as if they were frightened eyes.

A low, humming sound, like the groan of pain, emanated from the great formation. The air around the formation was also stirred into chaos, forming small whirlwinds that carried sand and gravel, scattering them in all directions.

The already precarious immortal herbs on the mountainside were now uprooted and swept into the air by the whirlwind, instantly pulverized. The clouds on the mountaintop were also dispersed by this impact, revealing large expanses of azure sky. Below, the great formation teetered on the brink of collapse under the attack.

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Song Panning quickly stabilized the formation.

The spiritual energy condensed by those dark figures made her extremely uncomfortable. Through the array, she could see the attackers.

He is the lord of the crows.

He stood there, enveloped in an aura of darkness. He was tall and imposing, over ten feet in height, and his entire body was tightly wrapped in a black robe that seemed to be woven from the deepest night sky. It shimmered with a cold, eerie light, as if countless eyes were peering through the robe.

His head was completely covered by a hood, revealing only the lower half of his face. His lips were a strange bluish-purple, as if they had been eroded by frost, and they were slightly upturned, giving off a sinister and cruel smile. His chin was sharp and his skin was ashen and bloodless.

Behind him was a flock of demonic crows, each one several times larger than an ordinary eagle, with feathers like black steel, shimmering with a metallic luster, and blood-red eyes that revealed a bloodthirsty desire.

The demonic crows surrounded their lord, cawing eerily.

The aura of the Lord of the Crows was like a materialized dark tide, constantly spreading outwards. It was the oppressive feeling of a True Immortal's strength; just getting close to him, one could feel an immense pressure, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it difficult to breathe, and one's soul seemed to be devoured by that dark magic.

"Just one!?"

Song Panning gritted her teeth. Her Immortal Slaughtering Formation originated from her ancestor Song Qihao, and it could even suppress True Immortals, but this group of Crow Lords...

It seems that Ye Buxin has transformed them to be stronger than ordinary True Immortals. Not to mention anything else, just take this group of Raven Lords. Before the arrival of the New World, they were only Celestial Immortals. In the past, they were beings that Song Panning could easily crush.

The proud goddess could not accept it. If all nine of them attacked at once, it would be fine, but now it was just a probing attack, and she was already showing signs of not being able to hold on.

“If those nine people are not ordinary True Immortals, but each of them surpasses the God of Wine, then I will not be able to hold them off at all.”

Song Panning pondered the situation, her brows furrowed.

She decided not to run. These True Immortals were extraordinary, and she definitely couldn't outrun them. It would be better to fight here. After all, she was a formation master. If she fought according to the terrain, she would still have a glimmer of hope.

Not to mention, she has a trump card hidden in the grand formation she has set up.

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"Song Panning, do you think this is still the formation you set up in the old world, relying on the Sword Soul Heart Secret Realm of Tianren Mountain?"

The sound resounded with the wind and thunder, and the other eight immortals appeared, namely Zhiyuan and others.

"Haha, old man, you look much younger now that you've been favored by Heaven," Song Panning said sarcastically.

"You're courting death!" Zhiyuan hissed, immediately taking action. "You dare to be stubborn even when death is imminent? Surrender now!"

The attacks of the eight True Immortals arrived at the great formation simultaneously, putting it under unprecedented pressure.

In an instant, the light of the great formation was obscured by the light of various attacks. The spiritual pearls in the formation flickered wildly, the threads trembled violently, and the entire formation was on the verge of collapse, as if it would be completely destroyed by the overwhelming attacks at any moment.

Song Panning experienced a surge in stress, resulting in bleeding from her mouth and nose.

"Luo Benmo!" she growled, "Aren't you going to make a move?!"

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She knew her village so well.

She knew so well that she could recite the names of every single family.

How could she not know if there were any families with the surname Yang?

Luo Benmo carried the child silently through the mountains and forests, where a desolate landscape stretched as far as the eye could see.

"What's your name?"

"Yang... Ping... Sheng".