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Di Jun's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up abruptly.

Looking beyond the light screen, there were two figures in green robes.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, a clear light flowing in his palms, his gaze calmly surveying the battlefield.

Xuan Du stood three zhang to his side, his blue robes fluttering slightly, and his usually calm eyes finally stirred.

He looked over.

His gaze fell on Di Jun.

That gaze was devoid of sorrow or joy, as if looking down upon ants.

Di Jun suddenly understood.

Xuandu must be withdrawn.

He wanted to take away the disciples of the Jie Sect and the young men of the Wu Clan.

Leave the demon race behind, leave them behind.

It was annihilated along with the Zhou Tian Star Array, which was about to explode.

"Don't even think about it!"

Di Jun roared, and the dark golden true fire of the sun surged forth!

The speed at which he burned his source energy suddenly increased!

However, under the suppression of the light barrier, the increased speed was merely a drop in the ocean.

too slow.

It's too late.

It's too late.

"Whoosh!"

A golden light flashed around Daoist Duobao.

He still maintained the posture of the exquisite pagoda suppressing thousands of demons, with the pagoda suspended in mid-air and golden light falling from its base as if it were real.

But the next moment.

He was already standing above Jin'ao Island.

Beneath my feet lies the familiar Biyou Palace.

Duobao was stunned.

He looked down at his palm.

The exquisite pagoda still stands.

The pagoda is still adorned with the illusory images of relics, luminous pearls, coral trees, and other rare treasures.

The sensation of suppressing a thousand demons just now still lingers on my fingertips.

But the battlefield is no longer in sight.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

One after another, golden rays of light rushed from the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Kong Xuan's figure materialized, with five-colored divine light swirling behind him, and a trace of confusion flashed in his arrogant eyes.

He was just now wiping out the demon army when five-colored divine light swept across the sky, and 30,000 demon soldiers vanished into thin air.

But at this moment, he was already on Jin'ao Island.

Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Guiling, Our Lady of Jinling.

Attendants of the Seven Immortals, core members of the outer sect.

More than a thousand disciples of the Jie Sect stood in the air above Jin'ao Island.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Duobao slowly raised his eyes and glanced at everyone.

"They're all back?"

Someone spoke, their voice dry and hoarse.

"They're all back."

The Holy Mother of Wudang nodded, her voice trembling slightly, though she herself was unaware of it.

She had just witnessed the complete burning of the dark golden starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array, and its destructive aura was enough to devour everything.

If it weren't for that clear and turbid light barrier, if it weren't for the intervention of Master and Vice Sect Leader...

She dared not think.

"Vice Leader..."

Duobao spoke in a low voice, looking towards the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

There, the light curtain still shrouded the area, with the clear and turbid colors flowing endlessly.

He couldn't see inside the light screen.

But he could sense it.

Sensing the figure in green, still standing on the light screen.

Sensing that the chaotic light around that figure was still blazing brightly.

"Master is still here."

Duobao spoke slowly, his voice calm.

The words had barely left his lips for three breaths.

The void trembled once more.

"Buzz!"

One after another, crimson pillars of energy and blood suddenly appeared from the void!

The pillars of light were blood-red and as thick as ancient trees. Within each pillar was a burly figure clad in animal skins and wielding a weapon.

Xingtian!

He stood in the center of the pillar of light, his axe and shield across his chest, his murderous aura still lingering, the demon blood that had splattered when he killed the demon general still wet on his chest.

But beneath our feet lies Jin'ao Island.

Xing Tian was stunned.

He looked down at his palms.

The axe hummed in his hand, and demonic blood dripped from its blade.

He looked up again and looked around.

Xiang Liu, Chi You, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Hou Yi, Kua Fu.

One after another, great shamans, figures brimming with blood and energy.

They all stood above Jin'ao Island.

"this......"

Xing Tian frowned, about to speak.

Another tremor ran through the void!

This time, there were not dozens of beams of light, but tens of millions!

Countless crimson pillars of energy and blood surged wildly from the void like bamboo shoots after a spring rain!

Within each pillar of light was a young member of the Witch Clan!

Some of them held bone knives, some carried giant axes on their shoulders, and some exuded a palpable aura of malevolence.

Some had severed arms, some had broken bodies, and some still had demonic blood flowing from their chests.

Without exception, they all survived.

They were all forcibly moved out from under the Zhou Tian Star Array, which was about to explode, by that clear and turbid light barrier!

"This is... Jin'ao Island?"

A young man from the Wu tribe spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

Apart from the Wu Clan members and Jiu Feng who died in battle, all of them are here.

As for why he didn't protect Jiufeng, Xuandu had no other choice.

Jiufeng cannot leave.

She occupies the position of Houtu, and resonates with the laws of earth. Within the blood and qi of the twelve ancestral witches, her imprint has completely merged with the formation.

If she were forcibly moved out of the formation, the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation would collapse on the spot.

At that time, the phantom of Pangu will dissipate, the phantom of Pangu's axe will collapse, and the eleven ancestral witches and the nine phoenixes will survive, but who will stop the Zhou Tian Star Array below that is about to explode?

All the Wu tribe warriors withdrew, but the eleven ancestral witches remained in the formation.

They cannot retreat.

Once the formation dissipates, the dark golden starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array will no longer be suppressed and can engulf the entire battlefield in an instant.

At that time, not to mention the Wu Clan, even the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect would not be able to escape unscathed.

Jiufeng must stay.

Together with the eleven Ancestral Witches, together with the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, and together with the Great Array of the Heavenly Stars that was about to explode... they confronted each other until the very last moment.

Xuan Du's gaze remained calm.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the figure in green robes three zhang away to his side.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his body radiating the flowing Qingping sword intent, and his eyes were fixed on him.

The master and apprentice exchanged glances.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

Tongtian nodded slightly.

No words are needed.

Everyone understands.

next moment.

"Buzz..."

Two figures in green robes slowly faded away, like reflections in water.

The void rippled silently, and the clear and turbid light curtains gradually dissipated.

There was no goodbye.

No instructions were given.

They didn't even glance at the four saints trapped in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

It was as if they had never existed.

Along with the two figures, the four immortal swords that had been hovering around the four saints also vanished.

Zhu Xian, Lu Xian, Xian Xian, Jue Xian.

The four swords rang out in unison, their sound shaking the heavens, but it was no longer the sound of killing, but rather the clear and melodious chirping of swords returning to their sheaths.

The sword light receded.

The sword intent dissipated.

The sword formation was withdrawn.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which had been famous throughout the primordial world since the beginning of time and could not be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages, has now receded like the tide, leaving no trace.

The array formation crumbled inch by inch.

The void healed inch by inch.

The menacing array patterns beneath the feet of the four saints vanished in an instant.

Only the four figures of saints, suspended in place, remained standing in the void, their auras still disordered.

Yuanshi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly looked up in the direction where the vanished figure in green had disappeared, then suddenly looked down at the void beneath his feet, which had been restored to its original state.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, is it gone?

Tongtian...is gone?

He froze.

The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hung above his head, its Jade Pure Immortal Light still flowing, but the speed at which it flowed had slowed down.

Lao Tzu was also stunned.

His face was ashen, and the purple aura around him was as thin as mist. Although the Taiji diagram in his palm had been taken away, the senses of a sage remained.

He sensed it.

He sensed that the four soaring sword intents had completely dissipated.

They sensed that the murderous aura that had suppressed them for so long had vanished without a trace.

They sensed... that they were free.

But why?

The Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's palm shone with an uncertain light. He stared intently at the direction where the figure in green had disappeared, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Tongtian...is gone?"

His voice was hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an barely suppressed sense of doubt:

"He had an overwhelming advantage, so why did he leave?"

Jieyin didn't speak; he knew perfectly well that they were above the Lich battlefield.

But when he looked down at the battlefield at his feet...

In an instant, his expression changed drastically.

The face that had shown so much pity for the billionaires was now completely drained of color, leaving only a deathly pale expression.

"It's over!"