The improved female villains regained their memories.

The whip coiled around Ling Feizi's body like a snake, relentlessly strangling and wearing down her soul and body.

Luo Benmo roared uncontrollably, "I only have one younger brother, Yang Pingsheng, but he's dead, dead!"

The sea of ​​blood boiled over due to Luo Benmo's excitement, and Ling Feizi screamed in agony as her body and soul became nourishment for this sea of ​​blood.

"Now that my friends are dead, how can you, a bunch of ambitious schemers who wreak havoc on the world, not die? How can you not die?!" she roared. "I want you all dead!"

"Wait, wait..." Consort Ling cried out in anguish, raising her hand. "Yang Pingsheng is still alive, still alive..."

"You're lying, he clearly is!"

Luo Benmo suddenly paused.

She sensed that Consort Ling was telling the truth.

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At that moment, a portal opened.

The familiar voice entered Luo Benmo's ears, and at that moment, the boiling sea of ​​blood calmed down.

"sister!"

Chapter 711 Zhiyuan's Betrayal

From the spiritual energy, Yang Pingsheng could sense that Luo Benmo was in a very bad mood.

Irritability, madness, breakdown, killing... a host of negative emotions surrounded her, turning her into a twisted monster.

Perhaps the sacrifice of the blood pigeon stimulated her, or perhaps it was just a combination of factors. Yang Pingsheng never expected that Song Panning would use the lie of his death to stimulate Luo Benmo's fighting power.

She was indeed severely traumatized. Even with the rules he set up in her past life protecting her, she was covered in wounds from head to toe.

He reached out and hugged her. Her small body was exceptionally thin, but it seemed to contain a great deal of strength.

"Sister, it's alright, it's alright."

He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye, instantly capturing her attention.

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Luo Benmo burst into tears.

She hides her emotions deeply before they erupt, but once they do, they are incredibly intense.

"She...she lied to me." Luo Benmo pointed at Song Panning in the distant formation and said, "She misled me with words, making me believe you were dead, waaaaaah..."

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly and said, "Sister, what about your intuition?"

Luo Benmo sniffed and said, "She, she said you're no longer in this world. I, I feel she's right."

Song Panning was not lying.

She could tell where Luo Benmo's intuition lay, and by taking advantage of his anxious state of mind, she successfully blocked his intuition.

"She's bad, and you're bad too." Luo Benmo wiped away his tears. "I really want to beat you both to death..."

She cried intensely, but the boiling sea of ​​blood had calmed down.

Consort Ling breathed a sigh of relief; at least, she wouldn't die.

Luo Benmo remained the same as before; as long as her needs were met, she wouldn't kill without reason.

That villain's savior has never changed.

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"Hehe, looks like I won't need to use my trump card."

Song Panning straightened up slightly and looked at Zhiyuan, who looked terrified, on the surface of the great formation.

"Zhiyuan, you lost."

She calmly transmitted her voice, "You failed to break through my great formation in time, and the heroes you placed your hopes on also failed to capture Luo Benmo. Whether it's her or me, you are all wary of the mysterious power protecting us, so you dared not go all out from the beginning."

"For example, this great formation. If you were to unleash your full power and use all the traces of the Great Dao, no matter how exquisite my formation is, you would still be able to crush it with your force. Unfortunately, you were afraid that using too much force would create a backlash that could kill me, so you chose to break the formation by slowly boiling it. It was a great choice, but unfortunately, you no longer have the chance."

Zhiyuan suddenly laughed, his smile twisted with malice and a desperate resolve: "Song Panning, you seem to think you've got this in the bag?"

Song Panning frowned as if she had thought of something, while Zhiyuan laughed loudly and said, "That's right, you're right, Li Chumo is still in my hands!"

He stopped attacking, rose into the air, and looked at Yang Pingsheng, Luo Benmo, and Song Panning.

"Yang Pingsheng, do you think you've won?"

He raised his finger to the sky, and in an instant, the starry sky shone brightly.

"The fact that you regained your memories was something the adults had anticipated, including your ability to rescue these villains one by one; all of that was within their calculations."

"Song Panning, you're stalling for time, but so am I."

"I presume that at this very moment, Your Excellency has already established the Heavenly Gate in the Netherworld, and in that final battle, Your Excellency is already far ahead."

Zhiyuan raised his hand, and a starry curtain enveloped the entire Tianren Mountain.

"My mission is complete!" he roared. "Villains or heroes, you will all stay here and await the triumphant anthem of victory!"

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Ji-won actually knows everything.

He had died long ago in the battle with Lin Feng. It was Ye Buxin who reassembled his remnant soul, cleansed his memories, and helped him rebuild his physical body.

She pretended to know nothing, took him as her disciple, and gave him the name Zhiyuan again.

Without any prior memories, Zhiyuan should indeed not know.

But he knows everything.

He wasn't sure if the adults knew he knew everything, but he thought they probably didn't care.

After all, it was she who led him down this path.

He hated Lin Feng's dogma, and even more so, he loathed his past self who had suffered hunger and hardship. He didn't want to live an ordinary life; he wanted to become a hero.

That's why, under Ye Buxin's tutelage, he came into contact with so many forbidden killing techniques.

On this path, he was so intelligent that even Ye Buxin would praise him from time to time, saying that in the future, only he could inherit her mantle in the area of ​​forbidden killing moves.

It wasn't only villains who had black flames; there were many people like him who were unwilling to accept their fate in that era.

His ambition grew larger and larger, and he even had different ideas about the Heavenly Dao.

Ye Buxin can sit in that position, so why can't he?

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Before leaving the mortal world and heading to the underworld, Ye Buxin handed over the authority of the Heavenly Dao to him.

Despite the supervision of the spirit of destiny and the merciless heaven, he still felt the true allure of this power.

The entire world is within his sight; he can bestow blessings or calamities at any time. He possesses the greatest power in the world.

Furthermore, with all the True Immortals forced to obey his commands, he possessed both strength and power.

Unfortunately, this possession is temporary. After Ye Buxin resolves the Taixu issue, he will have to return it to her.

What if we could choose not to pay it back?

if.......

In the main hall, his lowered eyes burned with black flames.

Ye Buxin?

A little girl who likes to play house with her close friends.

She knows something about the laws of nature.

Does she even deserve to become the Heavenly Dao?

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Taixu, Ye Buxin threw Zhiyuan onto that road as well.

"This path is indispensable if you want to comprehend space."

She uttered each word with utterance, devoid of any emotion: "To connect one's truth with space, one must comprehend the essence of space."

"This is the path you chose, so keep going, or you'll become a mindless monster. You decide what to do."

This is indeed a lonely road.

At first, the surrounding chaotic currents only brushed against his body like a gentle breeze. He could see that the currents were like gray ghosts, twisting and swirling in the void, occasionally brushing against his skin and bringing a touch of coolness.

Although his steps were firm, a hint of wariness had begun to appear in his eyes.

As he ventured deeper, the chaotic currents grew increasingly turbulent. He found himself amidst a chaotic ocean, a sea of ​​fury. Huge currents surged towards him like relentless waves, one after another. His body was violently struck, each impact like a hammer blow, causing his bones to creak painfully, and his hair to fly wildly, like weeds struggling in the wind.

He tried to steady himself, crossing his arms in front of him to block, but the airflow seemed to have a mind of its own, attacking him from all sorts of tricky angles.

Further on, the chaotic energy became even more unpredictable. This place was like a malevolent labyrinth; at times, the energy transformed into sharp needles, piercing every inch of his skin; at other times, it coalesced into enormous hands, brutally kneading his body. His face was contorted in agony, his eyes bloodshot from the intense pain, and a agonizing roar escaped his throat, echoing through the empty path only to be swiftly swallowed by the chaos.

Further on, the chaotic air currents formed a huge vortex, and Zhiyuan was sucked into it like a fragile leaf. He spun endlessly in the vortex, dizzy and disoriented, feeling as if his internal organs were being churned out of place. His consciousness began to blur, and he seemed to see countless hideous faces emerging from the chaos, mocking him in a chilling way.

The endless torment brought him to the brink of mental collapse. He felt like he was going crazy. On this empty road of Taixu, he was like an ant trapped in hell, struggling desperately.

This is not a road that a person can walk.

What is the essence of space?

Is Zhiyuan really going to die on this road, dying such a miserable death? It would have been better if he had just starved to death from the start!

"I will surpass them, surpass those damn heroes! How can I be defeated by this little difficulty? I cannot be defeated!" he roared, taking one step at a time.

Unlike when Li Chumo left, what he felt was not emptiness and loneliness, but an endless storm.

I'm afraid of getting it wiped.

His left arm turned into smoke and gradually dissipated.

bump.

He fell on the road, half of his right foot was gone, and he was in excruciating pain.

He screamed, but in the silent Taixu, no one could hear his cries.