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Chapter 717 Wei Henian's Betrayal, Li Yunjing's Scheme (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

He didn't want to talk about Wei Henian's affairs!
This is simply a scandal of the "Shenxiao Daozong".

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the night as a bolt of lightning.

Deep within the Valley of the Netherworld, Wei Henian suddenly clutched his chest, his face deathly pale: "The mother Gu has been destroyed!"

"It was discovered so quickly?"

Mo Wentian stepped out of the shadows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "It seems that Li Yunjing is more vigilant than we thought."

"What should we do now?"

Wei Henian gritted his teeth, "The plan has only just begun and already..."

"Why are you panicking?"

Mo Wentian sneered, "Li Yunjing is so rampant that we tracked him down directly. We can just set a plan to take him down."

"The real killing move is here: the 'Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Formation'."

He took out a blood-red jade slip from his sleeve: "Now that Li Yunjing has come, he shouldn't even think about leaving alive!"

"This formation... requires the blood sacrifice of nine Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Wei Henian took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and immediately gasped: "Where are we going to find so many experts?"

"I've already taken care of things with Li Yunjing, what else do you have to worry about?"

Mo Wentian clapped his hands, and nine men in black robes emerged from the shadows. "These are experts from my Heavenly Demon Sect. Don't worry, everyone. You only need to provide some of your essence blood; you won't die."

"Yes!"

Looking at the nine expressionless men in black robes, Wei Henian felt a chill suddenly rise in his heart.

Mo Wentian's ruthlessness chilled him to the bone!
Is this person really willing to help me?
His resolve wavered.

Perhaps following Mo Wentian is not as good as being an ordinary elder in the "Shenxiao Dao Sect"?
"Perhaps I should start thinking about myself?"

Wei Henian's expression remained unchanged, but he kept making plans in his mind.

As for Mo Wentian's statement that if he couldn't kill Li Yunjing, he would be devoured by the backlash of fate and die without a burial place.
He wasn't too worried about that!
The treasure he obtained was no small treasure!

The fact that Wei Henian could remain in seclusion for fifty years without lacking resources suggests that he must possess several valuable items.

One of them is just right to suppress the backlash of fortune.

This is also why Wei Henian dared to cooperate with a demon like Mo Wentian.

Otherwise, he would be insane to cooperate with the devil out of hatred.

Wei Henian gritted his teeth inwardly, his fingertips quietly brushing against the "storage ring," and an ancient bronze talisman slipped silently into his sleeve.

This "Mysterious Heavenly Fortune-Suppressing Talisman" was obtained by him from an ancient cultivator's cave. It can temporarily suppress the backlash of fortune and keep him safe.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, is there perhaps some other concern?"

Mo Wentian seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to stare at him.

"Young Master Mo is overthinking it."

Wei Henian remained calm and said indifferently, "However, the 'Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Soul Formation' is no ordinary formation. I'm wondering if we need to add another layer of restrictions to prevent Li Yunjing from escaping."

"Fellow Daoist Wei is indeed cautious."

Mo Wentian gave a cold smile: "But there's no need to worry. Once this formation is activated, even a Nascent Soul cultivator will find it difficult to escape death. Moreover..."

A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. "We still have a backup plan."

Wei Henian's heart skipped a beat, but he showed an expression of agreement: "In that case, let's follow Young Master Mo's plan."

As night deepened, a chilling wind howled through the "Valley of the Underworld."

Nine men in black robes took their positions, forming hand seals. Blood-red runes appeared on the ground, gradually connecting to form a strange array pattern.

Standing at the core of the formation, Wei Henian felt increasingly uneasy as he sensed the chilling killing intent emanating from it.

He secretly probed his sleeve with a wisp of his divine sense to confirm that the "Mysterious Heaven Suppressing Fortune Talisman" was still there, and only then did he feel a little relieved.

Suddenly, a long howl, like a thunderclap, came from the distant horizon: "Wei Henian, come out and face your death!"

Li Yunjing appeared at the valley entrance, surrounded by lightning, exuding an astonishing aura.

His gaze swept across the crowd in the valley, finally settling on Wei Henian.

"Li Yunjing, you really came!"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly: "Today is your death day!"

Li Yunjing sneered: "A mere demonic cultivator dares to be arrogant in front of me?"

He raised his hand and waved it, and a purple lightning dragon roared out, rushing straight at Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian neither dodged nor evaded, and grinned maliciously, "Activate the grand formation!"

The nine men in black robes simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and the blood-red runes instantly lit up with a dazzling red light.

The entire Netherworld Valley seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red curtain, with countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts emerging from the ground, emitting mournful howls.

Li Yunjing frowned, sensing the suppressive force emanating from the formation.

He snorted coldly, and lightning surged around him, attempting to break free of the restraints.

"Boom!"

The thunder dragon crashed into the blood-red curtain, stirring up a sky full of crimson light.

The vengeful spirits were scorched by the lightning, letting out piercing screams, yet under the activation of the formation, they surged in continuously, surrounding Li Yunjing like a tide.

"Li Yunjing, are you feeling despair?"

Mo Wentian stood outside the formation, his black robes fluttering in the eerie wind. "This 'Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Formation' was forged from the souls of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cultivators. Each wronged soul carries boundless resentment, specifically designed to counter orthodox Xuanmen sects like yours!"

Li Yunjing remained unmoved, flicking his fingertips with lightning talismans, and purple-gold lightning wove into an impenetrable barrier around him: "You mere vengeful spirit, how dare you be so insolent before me?"

He suddenly made a hand seal, and the phantom of the "Heavenly Thunder Emperor Seal" appeared above his head. The seal was covered with mysterious thunder patterns and exuded an aura of majesty that suppressed all ages.

"Divine Firmament Thunder Technique, All Thunder Return to Their Origin!"

With a shout from Li Yunjing, the "Heavenly Thunder Emperor Seal" crashed down, and countless bolts of lightning shot out from the seal, pouring down on the blood-red curtain like a torrential rain.

The curtain trembled violently, and the runes on it began to shatter inch by inch. The vengeful spirits and ghosts turned to ashes in the lightning, and for a time they could not be regenerated.

"Hmm? A mere Golden Core cultivator can unleash power comparable to a seventh or eighth level Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Li Yunjing's lightning technique to be so powerful. "Increase the output of spiritual power!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

The nine men in black robes groaned simultaneously, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. The crimson runes in the formation instantly shone as bright as day, and the shattered parts healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless crimson vines even emerged from the ground, coiling around Li Yunjing's limbs like venomous snakes.

"It's quite interesting!"

Li Yunjing's eyes narrowed, and the "Samadhi True Fire" suddenly ignited from his palm. The flames and lightning intertwined to form a giant net, burning the blood-red vines into charcoal.

But at that moment, a strong sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

The auras of Liu Ruyan and the others became blurred in the divine sense!

"not good!"

Li Yunjing suddenly turned his head and saw that Mo Wentian had somehow produced a black mirror in his hand. The mirror reflected the image of Xing'er and Yue'er being tied to a stone pillar. They each had a yellow talisman pasted between their eyebrows and their faces were as pale as paper.

"Li Yunjing, if you want to save your woman, then surrender obediently!"

Mo Wentian sneered, "Otherwise, this 'Soul-Locking Mirror' could have annihilated their souls!"

"mean!"

The lightning around Li Yunjing surged instantly, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Mo Wentian to have this backup plan, and for a moment he was hesitant to act rashly.

In that moment of hesitation, the crimson runes in the formation suddenly burst forth with dazzling red light, and a huge blood claw reached out from the curtain, grabbing towards Li Yunjing's back.

This claw strike concentrated all the power of the formation, carrying a chilling aura that could tear apart the soul, and its speed was extreme!

"careful!"

A startled cry came from the shadows—it was Wei Henian!

He had quietly moved to the edge of the formation without anyone noticing, and upon seeing Li Yunjing in danger, he instinctively intervened.

He flicked a talisman from his fingertip, which transformed into a streak of blue light in the air and struck the blood claw.

"Hey!"

The azure light collided with the blood claw and instantly dissipated, but it also slightly hindered the blood claw's momentum.

Seizing this critical opportunity, Li Yunjing dodged to the side and struck the blood claw with a bolt of lightning, blasting it into a cloud of blood mist.

"Wei Henian, you're asking for death!"

Mo Wentian was both shocked and furious, never expecting that Wei Henian would dare to betray him at the last minute.

Wei Henian's face turned ashen. He didn't know why he had made the move. Perhaps it was the moment he saw Li Yunjing in danger that reminded him of his days at the Shenxiao Dao Sect; or perhaps it was Mo Wentian's ruthlessness that made him see the other party's true colors.

Since things had come to this point, he simply stopped trying to hide it. With a flick of his palm, the "Mysterious Heaven Suppressing Fortune Talisman" appeared in his hand.

"Mo Wentian, you want to use me? Today I'll show you who the pawn is!" He channeled his spiritual power into the talisman, and the bronze talisman instantly burst forth with dazzling light. A profound rune flew out from the talisman and landed on the crimson runes of the formation. Those originally violent crimson runes instantly solidified as if frozen!
"The Mysterious Heavenly Fortune-Suppressing Talisman?!"

Mo Wentian exclaimed in shock, "You actually possess such a priceless treasure!"

This "Mysterious Heavenly Fortune-Suppressing Talisman" can not only suppress fortune, but also restrain all evil formations.

The formation faltered, and the suppression of Li Yunjing was immediately reduced by more than half.

"good chance!"

Li Yunjing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, "Brother Ye, make your move!"

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of dark light shot out from outside the valley—it was Ye Wuhen!

He was carrying an unconscious man in black robes, who was the Heavenly Demon Sect cultivator in charge of controlling the "Soul Locking Mirror".

It turned out that Li Yunjing had made arrangements in advance. After learning that the people of the "Heavenly Demon Sect" had plotted against him, he immediately contacted Ye Wuhen through special means.

Upon hearing about the action targeting Li Yunjing, Ye Wuhen knew it must be his enemy.

Without any hesitation, Ye Wuhen, after communicating with Li Yunjing, immediately used the secret teleportation array of the "Heavenly Demon Sect" that directly connects to various continents of "Tianlan Star" to travel from the East Sea to "Youyue Kingdom".

Before Li Yunjing left, Ye Wuhen met with Li Yunjing and explained the situation.

Li Yunjing almost didn't hesitate, letting Ye Wuhen lie in wait to sabotage Mo Wentian's plans, while he himself swaggered towards "Netherworld Valley" to attract Mo Wentian's attention.

Sure enough, not long after Li Yunjing left, Xing'er, Yue'er, and Liu Ruyan were robbed.

The formation of the "Star Moon Trading Company" was not powerful, so when a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator sneaked in, it naturally did not cause any disturbance.

However, the demonic cultivator did not expect that Ye Wuhen had been hiding in the shadows all along, and had seen through all his actions.

After the demonic cultivator controlled the three women, he sent a message to Mo Wentian. Only then did Ye Wuhen take action, capture him, and resolve the crisis of the "Star Moon Merchant Guild".

"Crack!"

With a single sword strike, Ye Wuhen shattered the "Soul-Locking Mirror," and the images of Xing'er, Yue'er, and Liu Ruyan in the mirror vanished instantly.

The three women trapped in the secret chamber sensed that their restraints had been released and immediately activated the protective magic treasures left behind by Li Yunjing, rushing out of the secret chamber.

"Hateful!"

Mo Wentian was furious. His formation had been broken, his backup plan had been destroyed, and his plan had completely failed.

"Just as I expected!"

"That beast Li Yunjing is not easy to kill!"

"Now that I haven't participated in the plot to murder the sect's vice sect leader, or even helped the vice sect leader fight the enemy, that beast Li Yunjing has no way to kill me!"

"But for safety's sake, I still need to stay far away!"

Seeing this, Wei Henian was secretly delighted: "Now is the time!"

He suddenly crushed the "Thousand Mile Escape Talisman" in his sleeve, and a flash of green light appeared. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Wei Henian, how dare you betray me!"

Mo Wentian was furious: "I never thought that my scheming would be outsmarted by such an insignificant piece of trash."

However, Wei Henian had already escaped thousands of miles away using the power of talismans.

"Mo Wentian, do you really think I'd go to my death with you?"

He glanced back at the Netherworld Valley shrouded in blood and sneered, "How could you possibly shake Li Yunjing's destiny?"

Without lingering, he turned and transformed into a streak of light, speeding away into the distance.

The "Youyue Kingdom" could not be allowed to remain. Li Yunjing outwardly refrained from killing him for the sake of the unity of the "Shenxiao Dao Sect," but secretly he would kill him and be done with it.

There's definitely no one in the Shenxiao Dao Sect who cares about his life or death.

Now, he is leaving the "Youyue Kingdom" and heading directly into the "Endless Mountains".

The "Endless Mountains" is the largest mountain range on "Tianlan Star," and it is the ancestral vein within the ancestral vein. Legend has it that there are endless resources there.

He already possesses extremely high cultivation. By entering and acquiring resources, he might one day catch up with Li Yunjing's cultivation level.

Not long after Wei Henian fled, the battle between Li Yunjing and Mo Wentian's group in the "Netherworld Valley" had reached a fever pitch.

Lightning and demonic energy intertwined, causing the entire valley to tremble.

Of course, Li Yunjing was the weaker party. He and Ye Wuhen, facing the siege of ten Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, could only wander around and dared not engage in a real battle.

"Li Yunjing, Ye Wuhen, and Wei Henian, that good-for-nothing, have run away. Do you think you can live?"

Mo Wentian's face was gloomy as he continued to attack, unleashing a series of divine powers that caused the entire "Netherworld Valley" to collapse.

"Hahaha!"

Li Yunjing laughed, dodging several attacks. "Since I figured out you were plotting against me, do you think I didn't have a backup plan?"

"Not bad!"

Ye Wuhen laughed loudly as well, "Mo Wentian, you think you have connections? Is my lineage all alone?"

"Ye Wuhen, your teacher, Po Jun Zhenjun, is already half-crippled. There is no place for you in the entire 'Heavenly Demon Sect' anymore. How dare you ruin my plans?"

Looking at Ye Wuhen, a strong contender for the sect leader position, Mo Wentian's expression grew increasingly grim.

He had a very high opinion of himself, believing that no one in the world could surpass him in the ability to predict the future. He never expected that Li Yunjing would see through his plan!
This disappointed Mo Wentian, and fueled his murderous intent.

"Although True Monarch Po Jun has retired, my Ye family has been operating within the Heavenly Demon Sect for 30,000 years. You can't just uproot us!"

Ye Wuhen flicked his longsword, its dark light flashing like a bolt of lightning, forcing the two men in black robes to retreat repeatedly. "Mo Wentian, how long do you think you can keep the fact that you colluded with the remnants of the 'Netherworld Ghost Sect' and secretly refined the 'Ten Thousand Demons Soul Devouring Array' a secret?"

Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"You know whether it's nonsense or not."

Ye Wuhen sneered, "Back then, in order to seize the position of young master, you secretly instigated Ghost Sect cultivators to slaughter dissidents. If this matter were to be reported back to the main altar, how do you think the Supreme Elders would deal with it?"

These words struck Mo Wentian like a heavy hammer blow.

He suddenly looked at the nine men in black robes, two of whom had a noticeable glint in their eyes.

It seems that Ye Wuhen had already planted spies around him.

"court death!"

Mo Wentian roared, and several black needles suddenly flew out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Ye Wuhen's brow.

These black needles had a ghostly green sheen, clearly indicating that they were coated with a potent poison.

"Little tricks!"

Li Yunjing moved swiftly, blocking Ye Wuhen's path. His palm crackled with lightning and fire, incinerating all the black needles into ashes. "Mo Wentian, it seems you have more than just these trump cards."

A golden talisman suddenly appeared at his fingertips, inscribed with the words "Suppress Demons." It was the "Demon Suppression Talisman" of the "Divine Firmament Dao Sect," specifically designed to suppress demonic forces.

This talisman requires the blood of one's heart to activate; it possesses immense power, but consumes a great deal of one's own energy.

"Since you've come to scheme against me, I'll grant your wish!"

Li Yunjing slapped the Demon-Suppressing Talisman into the air, and the talisman instantly transformed into a giant net that enveloped Mo Wentian.

"Formation!"

Mo Wentian's pupils constricted sharply, and he retreated rapidly, shouting at the same time, "Surround and kill Li Yunjing, Ye Wuhen!"

The seven men in black robes immediately changed positions, forming hand seals. Strands of black energy shot into the sky, transforming into seven ferocious demonic shadows that blocked the Demon-Suppressing Golden Net.

As for the two of them, they broke away from the formation and actually headed towards Ye Wuhen!
Clearly, both of them are now working for Ye Wuhen.

As for why the two didn't hide their identities and prepare to seize the opportunity to ambush Mo Wentian and make great contributions?

Mo Wentian was skilled in divination and had extremely high cultivation. He was someone who could rival Ye Wuhen. How could those two ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivators dare to launch a sneak attack?

Now that we've been exposed, the most important thing is to reunite with our masters.

"boom……"

Four against eight, the golden net collided with the demonic shadow, bursting out with dazzling light. The entire "Nether Valley" trembled violently, rocks crumbled, and the ground collapsed.

"die!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Wuhen leaped forward, his sword flashing like a rainbow, aiming straight for the throat of one of the black-robed men.

"Pfft!"

The man in black robes hastily tried to defend himself, but was pierced through the throat by a sword, and blood spurted out.

"Old Seven!"

The other men in black robes roared, but the formation had already been breached, and the pressure of the Demon-Suppressing Golden Net instantly intensified, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Li Yunjing, Ye Wuhen, you just wait!"

Mo Wentian's face was ashen. Knowing that victory was unlikely today, he gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, maintain formation and retreat with me."

Ye Wuhen is the strongest Nascent Soul cultivator in the Heavenly Demon Sect. Mo Wentian knew he was no match for him. If he were to be entangled with Ye Wuhen for too long, he would inevitably reveal a weakness. If he was not careful, his life would be in danger.

Retreat became the only option.

(End of this chapter)