Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 218 The Calamity of Bashu
The spiritual energy beneath the Shushan barrier was still flickering. Dozens of Shushan disciples sat cross-legged, and the pale blue spiritual energy emanating from their fingertips flowed into the cracks in the barrier like streams.

Just as Shen Anzhi caught his breath, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. A dull tremor came from the ground, and the originally calm demonic energy suddenly became violent, crashing against the barrier like a giant beast that had been awakened.

"Watch out!" Lingjizi's voice suddenly rang out. His robes fluttered, and a string of dark gold "Demon-Locking Rosary Beads" appeared in his hand. Each bead on the rosary was engraved with ancient runes, and the moment it hit the ground, it transformed into a ten-foot-long golden chain, tightly binding the demonic hand that had sprung out from the crack in the barrier.

But the next second, a dark figure broke through the chains, landing at the top of the barrier with overwhelming demonic energy. It was the Demon Lord who had been hiding. He was shrouded in black mist, and the bone staff in his hand glowed with a ghostly green light. With a tap of the staff tip, dozens of demonic spikes shot towards the disciple who was repairing the barrier.

"Ah!" Screams rose and fell as several disciples, unable to dodge in time, were pierced through the chest by demonic thorns, their spiritual power instantly dissipating. Xu Changqing's expression changed drastically, and the Shushan Sword in his hand suddenly shone with three feet of golden light. He leaped up and unleashed the sword technique "Shushan Breaking the Mountain," the golden light slashing towards the Demon Lord like an axe blade.

The Demon Lord sneered, his bone staff blocking the attack. The moment the black mist collided with the golden light, the entire main peak of Mount Shu trembled.

"Mo Jianchen, take Anzhi into the sky!" Xu Changqing roared, and a jade talisman flew out from his sleeve. The talisman exploded in the air, turning into countless blue-green "sword shadow clones" that densely stabbed towards the Demon Lord.

This is the unique skill of the Shushan Sect Leader, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin," which requires the use of one's own blood essence to activate. Each clone possesses 30% of the original's power. At this moment, the sword shadows surge like a tide, temporarily trapping the Demon Lord.

Mo Jianchen immediately grabbed Shen Anzhi's wrist, flipped over and leaped onto the Shu Mountain Divine Beast Horned Eagle that was already waiting nearby.

The horned eagle let out a clear cry, its wingspan reaching a full ten feet, carrying the two of them straight into the sky. Shen Anzhi felt the wind whistling past her ears, the Shu Mountain beneath her feet gradually shrinking, and the clouds swirling at her fingertips. This lightness, freed from the earth's core, reminded her of the awe she felt when she first witnessed a sword immortal riding a sword in the bamboo forest. Back then, she was just a little girl holding a wooden sword, but now she was soaring on a divine beast, and the seed of her dream of cultivating immortality took root in her heart once more.

Shen Anzhi knelt on one knee on the broad back of the eagle, looking down at the tragic battlefield. Several Shushan disciples were surrounded by demon soldiers, their spiritual energy was disordered, and black blood kept seeping from their wounds. In the distance, more demon soldiers were surging towards the gap in the barrier.

Shen Anzhi took a deep breath, made a hand seal with her left hand, and inserted the Demon-Slaying Sword into the saddle on the eagle's back with her right hand. The runes on the sword suddenly lit up, intertwining with the spiritual power around her to form a pale golden light net.

"Phantom Eight Trigrams, Heal All Beings!" An Zhi shouted, his hands quickly forming the Eight Trigrams hand seal. The net of light split into eight phantoms in the air, which landed and transformed into a semi-transparent Eight Trigrams array, each enveloping the injured disciples.

The golden light flowing within the formation seeped into the disciples' bodies like warm water, black blood slowly drained from their wounds, and their severed meridians gradually repaired within the halo of light. One disciple, whose shoulder blade had been pierced by a demonic thorn, was even able to grip his sword and stand up again.

After the group healing and rescue ended, Anzhi discovered that three demonic rhinoceroses, each as large as a small mountain, had suddenly broken through the barrier. Their horns glowed with a rotten light, and their hooves crushed the demon-suppressing runes on the ground.

An Zhi's eyes sharpened. He flipped over and stood atop the horned eagle's head, his spiritual power flowing down his hair. Ice-blue aura condensed at his fingertips: "Ice Soul Sealing Demon Formation, activate!"

The moment the icy air landed, eight ice pillars rose from the ground, with transparent ice chains wrapped around them, firmly trapping the three-headed demonic rhinoceros within the formation. The runes on the ice chains flickered, constantly absorbing the icy air from the air and transforming it into sharp ice spikes that pierced the demonic rhinoceros's body.

The demonic rhinoceros let out a deafening roar, trying to smash the ice pillars, but with each charge, it was frozen by the cold air rebounding from the ice chains, and its body was gradually encased in ice.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Anzhi steered the horned eagle to swoop down, and the Demon-Slaying Sword flashed with golden light, precisely severing the horn of the demonic rhinoceros.

"Look! Senior Lingjizi!" Mo Jianchen pointed downwards. Shen Anzhi looked down and saw that Lingjizi was surrounded by a faint purple halo. He was forming hand seals and chanting ancient incantations. Suddenly, a huge "Demon Suppression Array" rose from the ground.

The array patterns, formed from condensed spiritual energy, glowed with a soft white light, firmly trapping the scattered demonic soldiers. The runes within the array rotated continuously, like a giant meat grinder, tearing the demonic soldiers' bodies apart bit by bit.

This is the "Nine Heavens True Qi Demon Suppression Array" that Lingjizi has studied for half his life. It requires one's own cultivation as a guide and can purify the demonic energy within a radius of a hundred miles. At this moment, the array is shining brightly and has become a barrier on the Shu Mountain battlefield.

Seeing his subordinates trapped by the Demon Suppression Formation, the Demon Lord roared and broke through the sword shadow clone, smashing his bone staff fiercely towards Lingjizi.

Shen Anzhi's eyes sharpened, and he leaped from the horned eagle's back, drawing a golden arc with his demon-slaying sword: "Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword!" Dozens of golden rays shot towards the Demon Lord like meteors, and the sealing power contained within the golden rays caused the Demon Lord's movements to visibly falter.

"A good opportunity!" Mo Jianchen swooped down on his horned eagle, his long sword aimed at the Demon Lord's weakness.

Xu Changqing also took the opportunity to approach, and the Shushan Sword and Mo Jianchen's longsword formed a pincer attack, with golden light intertwining to form a net that firmly trapped the Demon Lord.

After landing, Shen Anzhi once again activated her spiritual power, and all the runes on the Demon-Slaying Sword lit up. She leaped into the air, and several afterimages pointed directly at the Demon Lord's brow. This was one of the three techniques she had learned in the bamboo forest, "Spirit Wind Shadow Step Kill".

"No!" The Demon Lord let out a shrill scream. The moment the Demon-Slaying Sword pierced his brow, golden light burst forth from his body, and the black mist instantly dissipated, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.

With the fall of the Demon Lord, the remaining demon soldiers lost their leader and were quickly and completely eliminated by the Shu Mountain disciples and Lingjizi's Demon-Suppressing Formation.

Shen Anzhi, leaning on his demon-slaying sword, was panting. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a red light emanating from the direction of Mount Emei in the distance.

Her heart tightened, and looking in that direction, she saw that the sky above Mount Emei was shrouded in countless demonic soldiers, while the Haotian Mirror on the Golden Summit of Mount Emei was emitting a dazzling white light.

The mirror was over ten feet in diameter, and its surface was adorned with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars. With each flash, a silver-white beam of light shot towards the demonic soldiers, instantly turning them into ashes.

This is the treasure of the Emei Sect, capable of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transforming it into light to ward off demons. However, at this moment, there are too many demon soldiers, and the light of the Haotian Mirror has gradually dimmed, clearly about to give way.

What's even more alarming is the direction of the sacred mountain, which is now covered by a thick layer of blood mist that even sunlight cannot penetrate. In addition, since I have already taken the Demon-Slaying Sword from the sacred mountain, it has lost its former majesty.

Lingjizi walked to Shen Anzhi's side, gazing at the blood mist in the distance with a solemn expression: "Blood Demons... I didn't expect that even the Divine Mountain would be conquered by them."

Shen Anzhi gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, her fingertips icy cold. She looked at the gradually repairing barrier of Mount Shu, at the struggling Haotian Mirror on Mount Emei, and then at the blood mist in the direction of the Divine Mountain, her face full of sorrow.