With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

"Hey, is that old man any better or not?"

The tyrant's voice was tinged with impatience.

He crossed his arms, his scarlet vertical pupils filled with irritation.

"If you can't handle it, then don't come out. You can just watch from the sidelines. Don't say I don't respect the elderly and care for the young."

He was really annoyed after waiting for so long.

He had absolute confidence in his own strength. The reason he had talked so much nonsense with Lu Zu's clone was simply because he was bored after being sealed for a thousand years and wanted to find some sense of existence.

But now, looking at Ye Yaocheng's motionless body, his brows furrowed more and more.

If he hadn't been able to sense that the old man was still inside, he would have thought the other party had run away.

"Don't rush into having evil thoughts."

Lu Zu's clone smiled and said, "Didn't you choose to wait for this yourself?"

The tyrannical evil smirked, "That seems to be true."

Just then, Lü Zu suddenly looked up, as if he had sensed something, and his smile deepened.

"Are you ready? Let's begin."

The moment the words fell!

A blinding white light erupted from Ye Yaocheng's body!

It instantly illuminated the dim ruins, making it as bright as day.

His body slowly floated up.

The white light was soft and warm, like the warm sun in spring, enveloping his entire being.

In the ruins, everyone squinted.

Then, the body that had been lifeless began to gradually begin to beat again.

And the beating grew stronger and stronger; soon, a powerful heartbeat emanated from his chest, as loud as a drumbeat.

Powerful and composed.

The injury healed at a visible speed, and soon there was no scar left.

Most astonishingly, the muscle tissue in the bloody hole pierced through his chest by the longsword began to wriggle, grow, and connect!

Soon, the hole in his chest disappeared.

His injuries had healed completely, leaving only faint red marks, which were fading away rapidly.

"This...this is impossible!"

The tyrant of evil thoughts' pupils shrank sharply as he stared at the scene in disbelief. He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes!

Wang Shiyu's ice-blue pupils rippled slightly, but no emotion was displayed.

The other soul within her possessed ancient memories and was not unfamiliar with this scene.

But at this moment, a surge of uncontrollable joy welled up deep within her.

I am genuinely happy that Ye Yaocheng was able to come back to life.

Lu Zu's clone remained calm.

It was as if everything was going according to plan.

Just then, Ye Yaocheng opened his eyes!

"Whoosh!"

Two beams of white light shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void!

He landed and stood firmly, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano, his aura rising steadily!

Ye Yaocheng was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene before him.

He could understand the tyrannical evil spirit escaping its clutches.

Why is Sister Shiyu floating in mid-air?

The key change is that her temperament has also changed drastically. Her hair has turned ice blue, her temperament is as cold as eternal ice, and her eyes are like those of a completely different person.

And where did that young Taoist priest next to him come from?

"What's going on here?"

He muttered to himself, but quickly shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Everyone has their own secrets; there's no need to ask too many questions.

He took a step, and the air beneath his feet condensed into steps, lifting him into the air.

Standing side by side with Wang Shiyu.

"Sister Shiyu!"

He smiled brightly and reached out to take her hand.

"You've recovered? That's great!"

Wang Shiyu frowned and instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

But a strong resistance came from within her, freezing her in place, and she was taken by the hand.

Ye Yaocheng was oblivious to anything amiss and continued talking happily.

"And Shiyu, why is your hair blue? It looks pretty cool!"

He reached out and touched the icy blue hair.

This time, Wang Shiyu was really angry.

She abruptly pulled her hand back, a cold glint flashing in her icy blue pupils!

But her anger was quickly suppressed by some force, and in the end she could only glare at him helplessly.

Ye Yaocheng's heart sank.

He sensed that Sister Shiyu seemed to be acting very strangely.

Just as he was about to ask, Lu Zu's clone stepped forward and blocked him and Wang Shiyu.

"Fellow Daoist, your time is running out."

"Some things can be discussed later."

Ye Yaocheng suddenly woke up!

"right!"

"Thank you for the reminder, Taoist Master!"

He turned around, his gaze fixed on the evil tyrant, and his aura exploded completely!

A beam of platinum and gold light shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky white and gold!

The sound was like a thunderclap!

"You wicked tyrant, today we'll settle our scores!"

The tyrant of evil licked his lips, and a serious look of excitement finally appeared in his scarlet vertical pupils.

Come on!

He opened his arms, and the black mist surged wildly.

"Let me see how much power you've borrowed really has!"

"Take this!!!"

Ye Yaocheng roared and shot forward!

The platinum and gold light condensed in his right fist, transforming into a stream of light that slammed straight into the face of the evil tyrant!

"Well done!"

The evil tyrant also unleashed a punch!

The black mist condensed into a giant fist-shaped imprint, and they collided!

"boom--!!!"

The moment their fists collided, visible ripples spread through the space!

The shockwave swept across, completely leveling the ruins within a radius of 100 meters!

Both of them took three steps back at the same time.

The two sides are evenly matched!

"Hahaha! That's great!"

The tyrannical evil spirit laughed wildly, his fighting spirit boiling!

He unleashed a frenzied, dark purple demonic energy, which coalesced behind him into a towering, hundred-meter-tall demonic shadow!

Ye Yaocheng was not to be outdone, and he released the platinum light to its fullest extent, manifesting twelve beast-shaped phantoms behind him.

"roar!"

The roars of twelve beasts rang out simultaneously!

Behind him, twelve beast-shaped phantoms began to materialize.

Dragon, tiger, leopard, snake, eagle, bear...

Each one is lifelike and exudes a fierce aura; they are the twelve forms of Xingyi Quan!

This was the system reward he had previously received from the Ji Mingyue system: a complete textbook of Xingyi Quan.

With his comprehension, he had already fully grasped it, but the opponents he had encountered before had made it impossible for him to use it, so he hadn't been able to use it yet.

Now, with the master's power, these phantoms have almost solidified into physical forms, radiating a terrifying pressure!

"Again!!!"

Ye Yaocheng took the initiative!

A dragon-shaped phantom coiled around his right arm, and he unleashed a punch with a deafening dragon roar!

The malevolent tyrant's shadowy form took the hit head-on with a punch!

Soon, the two threw several punches, so fast that only afterimages remained.

Lu Zu and Wang Shiyu were not idle either; they joined the battle.

"Frozen".

Wang Shiyu lightly raised her jade-like finger and pointed forward.

"Snap, snap...!"

The extreme cold spread instantly.

The ground beneath the feet of the malevolent tyrant instantly froze!

The ice layer climbed rapidly up his legs, freezing him completely from the waist down in the blink of an eye!

"What?!"

The tyrant's expression changed.

Just as he was about to shatter the ice, a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared around him.

"Fellow Daoist, take this sword."

Lu Zu's clone smiled and raised his hand.

His body surged with silvery-white Dao energy, transforming into countless flying swords!

"go."

With a gentle touch.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

Thousands upon thousands of flying swords rained down like a torrential downpour, bombarding the frozen evil tyrant!

"Damn it!!!"

The tyrant of evil roared, and the black mist erupted wildly, shattering the ice layer and simultaneously forming a barrier in front to block the onslaught of sword rain.

Just as he gathered his strength and broke through the ice, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the secret realm.

"Dragon Form, Mountain Collapse!!!"

Ye Yaocheng seized this one-thousandth of a second of weakness!

The dragon-shaped phantom merged into his right fist, and the platinum light surged to its peak!

A solid punch landed on the chest of the evil tyrant!

"boom!!!"

The evil tyrant shot backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the depths of the ruins!

A 100-meter-long trench was plowed into the ground!

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

Several seconds later.

"Cough cough..."

The tyrannical evil spirit crawled out of the ruins, covered in wounds.

His chest was caved in, and most of the black mist had dissipated, leaving him in a sorry state.

This is a stark contrast to his previous arrogant demeanor.

"Damn it... I refuse to accept this!!!"

He roared to the sky.

"How could I possibly lose to a bunch of three half-baked cobbled-together idiots?!"

He was unwilling to give up and rushed forward again, but the outcome was already predetermined.

Under the combined attack of the three, the evil tyrant gradually weakened.

Wang Shiyu is under a freeze restriction.

Lu Zu's flying sword caused disturbance.

Ye Yaocheng launched a powerful attack.

Perfect teamwork!

"Bang!"

"boom!"

Amidst countless explosions, the wounds on the malevolent tyrant multiplied.

Before he knew it, Ye Yaocheng had blasted him into the ground again.

This time, he climbed out much more slowly.

Trembling and frail, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Looking at the current situation, Ye Yaocheng knew that the outcome was already decided, and it was time to end it.

Just as he was about to press his advantage, he suddenly paused and frowned.

He felt his internal energy beginning to drain away.

Although the speed is slow, it is indeed decreasing.

"Is it almost fifteen minutes?"

A chill ran through him; he couldn't delay any longer!

His gaze was fixed on the malevolent tyrant who had just crawled out of the ruins and was unsteady on his feet.

It's now!

"Whoosh!!!"

Ye Yaocheng's figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the Evil Tyrant!

The right fist, with its platinum light compressed to the extreme, transformed into a dazzling cone of light!

Let's end all of this.

His voice was icy as he unleashed a punch!

"Pfft!!!"

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out clearly.

The tyrannical evil spirit looked down at the fist that had pierced through his chest.

The pupils slowly dilated.