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The four swords of Zhuxian hung in the four directions, their sword intent descending as if it were a tangible force, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The four saints were trapped in the formation, unable to advance or retreat.

Lao Tzu's face was deathly pale, and the illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram flickered uncertainly in his palm.

Cracks spread across the golden statue of Jieyin and Zhunti, and the Buddha's light flickered like a candle in the wind.

Yuanshi stared intently at Tongtian, the Jade Purity Immortal Light was in disarray, but he ultimately did not make a move.

He wasn't sure.

Although the four saints were all present, Xuandu still stood behind Tongtian.

That person just killed Nuwa with a single punch and suppressed the combined attack of the four saints.

At this moment, he stood beside Tongtian, his blue robes motionless, his gaze calm, and the purple-gold holy blood around him had not yet dried.

If he makes a move...

Yuan Shi no longer wanted to think about it.

Just as the Four Sages confronted Tongtian and Xuandu, and the killing intent of the sword formation enveloped the vast void.

Mount Buzhou, beneath the blood-red sky.

The clash between the Dutian Divine Fiend Array and the Zhou Tian Star Array has reached its limit.

Di Jiang stood at the core of the formation, the dark red spatial laws surging like a tide, the holy blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even more intense.

Beside him, the blood and qi of ten ancestral witches surged to the sky, and the aura of the nine phoenixes, a blend of fire and earth, though still somewhat raw, had been completely integrated into the array.

The outline of Pangu solidified into three parts, and his giant hand swept across the sky, shattering stars with each strike.

But on the other side.

The Zhou Tian Star Array features 365 main stars shining brightly, and 14,800 auxiliary stars scattered throughout.

Emperor Jun stood at the position of the sun, his dark gold imperial robes fluttering, the true fire of the sun burning the sky and boiling the sea.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi hangs in the position of the Taiyin star, and the Chaos Bell in his palm rings once every three breaths. Wherever the bell rings, the void turns to dust.

The two sides are locked in a stalemate.

Starlight collides with phantoms.

The laws were annihilated, and the void crumbled.

As the aftershocks passed, Mount Buzhou was covered with cracks, and the earth's energy surged like boiling water.

At the foot of the mountain.

The battle between the Wu tribe's warriors and the demon army has reached a fever pitch.

Xing Tian swung his axe and shield horizontally, the crimson axe light cutting through the sky, slicing dozens of demon generals in half within a hundred feet!

Before the blood mist had dissipated, he had already shattered the void and rushed towards the next group of demons.

Every time the shield and axe clashed, the sound of metal resounded throughout the battlefield.

Nine willow branches stand tall, while a dark green, poisonous mist spreads like a tide.

As the mist passed, the demon race's armor corroded, their flesh melted away, and screams of agony rose and fell.

His nine heads rotated and spewed spitting out spitting ...

Chi You's body was covered in bright demonic patterns, and his baleful aura condensed into a solid battle armor. Holding the Tiger Soul Blade, he charged into the demon formation.

Wherever the blade points, no demon can stop it.

The Wind God and Rain Master stood side by side, and the gale-force winds and torrential rain swept up swarms of demons into the sky before slamming them down.

But there are too many demons.

They can't be killed all of them.

Xing Tian shattered the head of a demon saint and looked up.

Ahead, a massive, dark army of demons surged forth like a tide.

The gap that had just been cleared was instantly filled by the demon soldiers behind.

He wiped the blood that had splattered into his eyelids and grinned.

"happy!"

He raised his axe and shield again.

It was at this moment.

"Buzz!"

On the eastern horizon, a golden streak of light tore through the sky.

After the flowing light, the second, the third, the fourth...

Hundreds of streaks of light, like a cascading galaxy, rolled in from the direction of the East China Sea!

Before the fleeting light arrives, the sound waves have already come.

"Duobao of the Jie Sect, by the decree of the Vice Master!"

Daoist Duobao's voice, like a resounding bell, carried the immense magical power of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, instantly spreading throughout the entire battlefield:

"Help the witch clan, destroy the demon court!"

The sound faded.

The golden light receded, and a figure clad in a golden Taoist robe stepped out from the stream of light.

Duobao stood in the air above the battlefield, his body radiating a restrained light, yet the chaotic martial intent flowed as if it were a tangible substance, evolving into a chaotic phantom behind him.

In his palm, a three-tiered, octagonal, exquisite pagoda floated in the air.

On the pagoda, the phantom images of rare treasures such as relics, luminous pearls, and coral trees flow around, each containing the power of the Great Luo.

The void behind him began to crack open one after another.

Kong Xuan took a step forward, and five-colored divine light swirled behind him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the demon array as if it were an ant.

"The demon race."

Kong Xuan spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every demon saint:

"Does he even deserve to be called the overlord of the primordial world?"

The form of the Holy Mother of Wudang manifested, her body merging with the true essence of martial arts and the celestial light of Shangqing, her aura ethereal and profound.

The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit held her heavy sword across her shoulder, its sword energy soaring into the sky.

The Four Symbols Pagoda in the palm of the Golden Spirit Mother rotates, and the power of earth, fire, water and wind surges forth.

Attendants of the Seven Immortals, Core Members of the Outer Sect...

Ten thousand streams of light, a thousand disciples of the Jie Sect.

They all showed up!

Standing above the battlefield, atop the heads of the Wu tribe's warriors, and opposite the demon army.

A golden-winged roc spreads its wings and hovers in the air, its golden feather cloak fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at the endless demon soldiers below, and then at the Taiyin star position hidden in the starlight of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Dijun, Taiyi."

The Golden-Winged Roc's voice was arrogant:

"When your demon race subjugated my phoenix race's subordinate races, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

The sound faded.

He flapped his wings!

"Whoosh!"

The golden feather phantom solidified like a knife, instantly tearing through a hundred feet of void!

Below, hundreds of demon soldiers didn't even have time to look up before they were cut in half by the extremely sharp golden light!

Blood mist filled the air.

The golden-winged roc stood amidst the blood mist, its golden feathers untouched by a speck of dust.

He glanced down at the barely perceptible bloodstain on his fingertip and scoffed:

"That's all there is to it."

The battlefield fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stood at the position of the sun, his body surrounded by surging solar fire, yet it could not warm the bone-chilling cold in his palms.

The Intercepting Sect.

The myriad immortals of the Jie Sect have arrived.

It's not just one or two people, not thirty or fifty.

That's all!

Duobao, Kongxuan, Wudang, Guiling, Jinling, the Seven Immortal Attendants...

They were all core disciples of the Jie Sect, and all renowned Great Luo Golden Immortals in the prehistoric world!

Furthermore, there were over a thousand outer sect disciples, whose names were not as renowned as the former, yet their soaring blood energy and their sharp, blade-like martial arts essence...

They are clearly all elites!

And this moment.

These elite troops were all suspended in the sky above the Wu tribe.

All their swords are aimed at the demon race!

"Intercept and teach!"

Di Jun spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seeming to burn his throat.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing in the direction of Jin'ao Island.

There.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is now empty.

Four swords hang on Mount Buzhou, and a formation diagram envelops the four saints.

Tongtian stood behind Xuandu, his blue robes fluttering in the wind.

Jin'ao Island is now a ghost town.

Di Jun suddenly turned his head again and looked at the calm figure in blue robes above Mount Buzhou.

Xuandu.

He didn't turn around.

They didn't even glance at the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back in the chaotic halo, his gaze falling on Yuanshi, on the Four Sages, and on the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation diagram that covered ten thousand feet beneath his feet.

It was as if the arrival of the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect was nothing more than a casual, natural move he had made.

Di Jun suddenly smiled.

His laughter was hoarse, filled with endless bitterness and despair.

"Well... well, Xuan Du is something else..."

He murmured.

It turned out to be the case.

From the very beginning, from the moment Xuandu appeared at Buzhou Mountain.

The fact that the young men of the Wu tribe joined the Jie Sect was the bait.

The bait that attracts oneself, the Primordial Beginning, and the Five Saints.

But the real killer move was never from the witch clan.

They are the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect!

This is the moment!

Taking advantage of the fact that the Five Saints were restrained by Xuandu and Tongtian, and that the Zhou Tian Star Array was fully activated and they had no time to spare, they seized the opportunity.

Ten thousand immortals from the Jie Sect arrived from the East Sea!

Wait patiently for the opportune moment, then strike with lightning speed!

As for Di Jun, he didn't even have time to adjust the formation.

The Zhou Tian Star Array consists of 365 main stars and 14,800 auxiliary stars.

The battle formation is complete, and the cause and effect are already determined.

If the formation is withdrawn now, the backlash from the formation will cause 30% of the demon race to perish on the spot.

If the formation is not withdrawn...

The ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect are enough to wipe out the demon race outside the formation!

At that time, even if the Zhou Tian Star Array still exists, the power of the stars without anyone to activate it will be nothing but an inanimate object.