Starting at the Nascent Soul stage, a rogue cultivator is incredibly poor.

Despite being targeted by two deadly attacks, Qingyouzi remained calm and composed.

On the left, countless gray-black sword shadows blotted out the sky and trembled with a buzzing sound.

On the right, a three-hundred-foot-tall black Dharma image raised its mountain-like giant foot and stomped down with a demonic power that could crush everything!

Qingyouzi suddenly spread his five fingers on his left hand, aiming them at the direction of the sword formation, and a flash of dark blue fire appeared in his palm:

"Disperse."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, commanding tone.

When the thousands of sword shadows rushed into the area within a hundred feet around him, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of extreme cold.

The tips of the hundreds of flying swords at the forefront instantly condensed into azure ice crystals. The ice crystals spread rapidly, freezing the entire flying sword into an ice block in the blink of an eye. Then, with a crisp ringing sound, it shattered into a sky full of ice powder!

The flying swords behind them followed one after another, repeating the process of being frozen and shattered.

The Nascent Soul cultivator controlling the flying sword trembled violently, black energy churning in his eyes, suffering a severe backlash.

At the same time, the giant feet of the Dharma image had reached the top of his head!

Qingyouzi neither dodged nor avoided, but glanced coldly at the air and gently clenched his right hand in the void.

"Buzz—!"

The eighty-one Demon Dragon Shields that had been hovering and rotating around him shone brightly! The dragon patterns on the shields seemed to come alive, emitting a deep dragon roar.

The eighty-one shields rapidly contracted, stacked, and recombined inwards, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a heavy, giant dragon-patterned shield above Qingyouzi's head!

"Thump—!!!!"

The Dharma Form's giant foot stomped firmly on the heavy shield!

A deafening roar erupted! A circular shockwave spread outwards, sending up waves of earth tens of meters high in the frozen ground below! The space itself trembled violently.

However, the "tiny" dragon-patterned heavy shield remained completely still. Instead, the Dharma Image's giant foot was bounced high into the air by the recoil, the demonic energy beneath its feet dissipated, and the Dharma Image staggered back half a step, causing the earth to crack.

"That's all there is to it."

Qingyouzi had a sudden thought.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Countless transparent threads lurking on the ground and in the air suddenly unleashed their power!

Instantly, the threads wrapped around the calves of the Dharma Image, layer upon layer, tightening wildly! The threads were incredibly strong, immediately making the Dharma Image's movements sluggish.

At the same time, Qingyouzi lightly pressed his left hand towards the early-stage cultivator on his left who was suffering from the backlash:

"town!"

"jingle!"

The crisp ringing of the Soul-Shaking Bell disregarded spatial distance and exploded directly into the cultivator's soul!

"Ugh!"

The cultivator clutched his head and roared in agony, his eyes churning with black energy, his body swaying precariously, his control over the myriad swords completely collapsing.

Qingyouzi seized the opportunity and flicked his sleeve.

The Hundred Demons Net emerged from the shadow beneath the cultivator's feet and suddenly swept upwards!

The cultivator's soul was injured, and his reaction was a beat too slow; he was instantly enveloped completely!

As the net tightened, the faint chilling flames clinging to it seeped through the mesh, quickly freezing its magical power and scorching its life force, which had been tainted by demonic energy.

"receive."

The Hundred Demon Net transformed into a ball of black light, enveloping the struggling but rapidly weakening cultivator as it flew back into Qingyouzi's sleeve. Inside the net, swarms of Crimson Fire Demon Insects buzzed out, beginning their final "cleanup."

Solve one.

Qingyouzi turned her gaze to the right to the enormous Dharma image that was tangled in the myriad threads and was furiously swinging its arm to try to break the threads, as well as the controller's true form that was faintly visible between the Dharma image's eyebrows.

He pointed his right hand together, and a wisp of condensed azure flame leaped from his fingertip.

"go."

A light flick of the fingertips.

The flame transformed into an almost invisible blue line, ignoring space, and arrived in an instant, accurately shooting towards the spot behind the Dharma Image's brow where the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was hiding!

The mid-stage cultivator sensed the deadly threat and roared. His avatar abandoned its attempt to sever the threads, and a demonic palm that blotted out the sky slammed down on the blue thread, while his main body quickly dodged to the side.

"burst."

Qingyouzi's lips moved slightly.

The thin blue line exploded before it could reach the devil's grasp!

There was no loud noise, only a patch of cold, dark blue fire cloud that instantly spread out, enveloping a small part of the demon's hand along with a large area of ​​space behind it.

The demonic hand froze and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it did not directly hit the main body, the aftershocks of the cold flames still caused the mid-stage cultivator to groan, his protective demonic light to fluctuate violently, and his Dharma form to tremble slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qingyouzi's figure flickered, leaving a faint afterimage in place, and his true body disappeared into the void, appearing to the side and behind the Dharma Image, less than a hundred feet away from his true body!

He rapidly formed hand seals, his body surging with magical power.

The previously dissipated eerie blue sun rapidly condensed again above his head! This time it was even more condensed, its light completely contained, like a blue black hole constantly collapsing inward.

"fall."

Qingyouzi pressed her hands down.

The blue "black hole" fell silently, pointing directly to the back of the Dharma Image, which is also the approximate location of the mid-stage cultivator's main body!

Sensing the terrifying pressure behind him, the mid-stage cultivator roared in shock and anger. His three-hundred-foot-tall Dharma Image suddenly turned around, crossed his arms, and surged with magical power, forming an incomparably thick, pitch-black demonic shield that blocked the way above.

At the same time, his true form rapidly escaped from between the eyebrows of his Dharma Image, transforming into dark light in an attempt to flee far away!

"Trying to leave?"

Qingyouzi sneered, and his prepared divine sense suddenly activated the Zhen Shen Bell.

"jingle!!"

An even more intense and direct impact on the soul slammed into the fleeing dark light!

The dark light suddenly stopped, its speed decreased sharply, revealing the staggering figure of a mid-stage cultivator. Pain appeared on his face, and the black energy in his eyes scattered.

It's now!

A fierce glint flashed in Qingyouzi's eyes, and he made a loose clenching motion with the five fingers of his left hand, pointing in the direction the cultivator had fled.

A giant azure hand, composed entirely of pure magical power, appeared out of thin air above the mid-stage cultivator, and like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, it fiercely grabbed down!

The cultivator had barely recovered from the shock of the Soul-Shaking Bell when he was suddenly grabbed by this giant hand of magical power!

The giant hand clenched its five fingers, like an iron clamp, firmly gripping his neck and upper body. The immense force and the icy-fiery intent contained within instantly sealed off most of his magical power.

The cultivator struggled with his limbs, black energy surging in his eyes, but he could not break free.

Without the continued control of its original body, the giant Dharma image behind it could only withstand the impact of "Ten Thousand Cold Demon-Slaying Sun" for a few breaths before its shield shattered. The entire Dharma image was devoured by the dark blue ice flames, quickly freezing and disintegrating into countless black ice crystals that dissipated.

Qingyouzi stepped through the air and instantly arrived in front of the mid-stage cultivator who was captured by the giant hand of magic power. His gaze from behind the curtain of fire was cold as he scrutinized the other party's dark eyes.

Just as he was about to unleash his magic to completely end this demon.

The mid-stage cultivator who was struggling frantically suddenly stopped.

The thick, swirling black mist in his eyes paused for a moment, even fading slightly, revealing a trace of turbidity beneath his pupils.

He raised his head, his black, hole-like eyes seemingly "looking" at Qingyouzi. A hoarse, dry voice, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, yet carrying an eerie, penetrating quality, clearly entered Qingyouzi's ears, word by word:

"Kid, your body..."

"How can I sense his presence...?"

Qingyouzi's heart skipped a beat!

"Him"? Who?

These are definitely not the words of a controlled puppet! Although the tone of the voice is strange, it carries a cold scrutiny and doubt? Even a very faint trace of fear?

"What do you mean?"

Qingyouzi frowned, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he subconsciously increased the grip of the giant hand with his magic power, while his divine sense was on high alert.

The mid-stage cultivator's neck was being squeezed so hard it made a cracking sound, but his face showed no further pain. The black energy that had just faded from his eyes surged violently again, quickly engulfing that trace of "clarity".

He made a strange hoarse sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only managed to squeeze out an even more incoherent, dreamlike sentence, his voice rising and falling:

"Once I've completely merged with the demonic body..."

"I've come back to find you myself, and I'll kill you...!"

Before he finished speaking, black energy suddenly exploded in his eyes! His entire body swelled up as if inflated, and the demonic runes under his skin twisted wildly, emitting extremely unstable and terrifying fluctuations that threatened to self-destruct!

Qingyouzi's pupils shrank sharply, and without hesitation, he squeezed his massive magical hand tightly!

"Pfft!"

At the same time, dozens of silk threads that had been surrounding him instantly pierced his dantian, heart, and other vital organs from various angles!

"boom--!!"

With a muffled thud, the mid-stage cultivator's swollen body exploded!

Only a wisp of dark demonic energy slowly dissipated, along with a few fragments of magical artifacts, their spiritual light dimmed and stained with filth, remained on the spot.

Qingyouzi withdrew his magic power and the silk threads, standing in mid-air, the fire curtain silent.

He gazed at the dissipating demonic energy, savoring the other party's last two seemingly random yet chilling words.

"I'll come back to find you myself and kill you!"

Could it be that this ancient demon sensed some kind of mark or connection on its body related to "it"?

Qingyouzi's eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Don't stay here for long.

He quickly cleared the battlefield, put away a few slightly valuable magical treasures, carefully sensed his surroundings, and after confirming that no other controlled cultivators were approaching, his figure flickered and transformed into an increasingly obscure blue light, speeding away.

But a lingering gloom has settled in my heart.