High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

In the desolate northern region, a figure was speeding along the mountain range.

Xu Mingjing changed into a dark gray robe, but his appearance was still different from before. The desolate mountains continued to sweep past his feet. The further north he went, the heavier the moisture in the air became, and the golden-red light that could be faintly seen on the distant horizon became clearer and clearer.

Bei Ming has already engaged in combat.

He had sensed the unusual fluctuations coming from there earlier, and now that he was getting closer, he could feel the demonic energy mixed in with it even more.

Xu Mingjing continued walking forward; he had to find Shen Chang'an first.

The manuscript left behind by Bermuda, the baby in the capital back then, Murong Xiangqing, and the guesses in Zhou Jingyue's memory are constantly overlapping in his mind.

Many things that were previously inexplicable now seemed to be connected, but the most crucial point still lacked confirmation. Just as he crossed a precipice, a thin line suddenly lit up beneath his feet.

Xu Mingjing's eyes narrowed, and his figure suddenly turned.

A blade of light grazed his clothes, cleaving the mountain range in two. Before the rubble could rise, it was crushed into dust by the subsequent surge of spiritual energy, and the entire cliff collapsed inward with a deafening roar.

Xu Mingjing stopped in mid-air and looked down at the tear in the hem of his clothes.

The surrounding mountain peaks lit up one after another, and several array nails rose into the air from different directions, creating intricate patterns that surrounded the surrounding space.

A figure wearing a white mask emerged from behind the mountain, his gaze landing precisely on him.

"Xu Mingjing!"

Xu Mingjing slowly raised his head.

The other three appeared and stopped in different directions. The four were far apart, but their auras were faintly connected, blocking all escape routes.

His gaze swept over the group, finally settling on the leader.

"The Xuan Shu Academy? Holding the seal?"

"It's amazing you still recognize me."

He closed the booklet with his seal, his tone icy.

"The old case in Beijing, the dead zone in Shanghai, and Zhou Jingyue. Xu Mingjing, you owe enough lives already."

Xu Mingjing frowned. He hadn't expected that the capital had already sent people from the Xuan Shu Academy, and that they would catch up to the demon realm so quickly. He slightly gathered spiritual power in his left hand, intending to strike first.

Zhao Gu seemed to have seen through his plan and took a step forward.

"There's no need to change your appearance; we've already memorized your spiritual essence."

Duan Yue raised his hand and untied the last strip of cloth from the long sword on his back. The moment the blade was revealed, tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the nearby rocks, and a heavy yet sharp aura slowly spread out.

"Why waste your breath on him?"

He gripped the hilt of the knife, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"Kill him right here today."

Four auras rose simultaneously.

The light around Xu Mingjing suddenly dimmed, and four spiritual figures, each six hundred feet tall, appeared one after another, standing between the four mountain ranges.

Their faces are different, but the spiritual patterns flowing on their bodies are extremely similar. There is a vertical black line between their chests and abdomens, which flickers with their breath, and the frequency is exactly the same.

The spirit holding the seal held a thick, mysterious book. The pages turned slowly, and characters rose from it, condensing around the book.

Feng Chuan's spirit form now held a square array plate, to which all the array nails that had been scattered earlier were connected.

Duan Yue held a knife, and Ling Xiang also held a giant blade in his hand. With the blade slightly lowered, it crushed a section of the mountain peak beneath their feet.

The spirit behind Zhao Gu held up a pale ancient lamp. The lamp flame flickered, and a faint shadow appeared beside Xu Mingjing. Even the spiritual power in his body, which was not yet fully circulated, seemed to be slightly illuminated by the lamplight.

There are four innate spiritual treasures in total.

Xu Mingjing sneered, "Those old fogies in the capital are certainly willing to part with their wealth."

He raised his hand, and yin and yang energies surged from his sleeve, rapidly converging behind him. Black and white light intertwined, and a thousand-foot-tall spiritual image slowly rose amidst the four people's encirclement, with three or five male and female demon-slaying swords hanging on his left and a yin-yang fan unfolded in his right hand.

In comparison, the four 600-foot-tall spiritual figures were noticeably shorter.

But Ke Zhiyin and the others showed no fear whatsoever.

The mystical runes on the chests of the four spirit figures lit up simultaneously, and the rays of light extending from their feet connected with each other. The pressure that Xu Mingjing had just released pressed down on one of them, then spread along the runes to the other three, failing to force any of them back.

Xu Mingjing's gaze darkened slightly.

The four of them practiced the same cultivation method.

Moreover, they not only cultivated similar spiritual forms, but their spiritual energy circulation had also been refined over many years, allowing them to leverage each other's strength in combat.

Duan Yue struck first, his massive blade slicing across the mountain ridge without any complex movement, directly aiming for the shoulder of the Black and White Spirit. Xu Mingjing raised his sword to meet it, their blades clashing to block the descending blade.

The shockwaves from the collision swept outwards, causing several nearby mountains to explode simultaneously.

Duan Yue's spirit form swayed backward slightly, and Xu Mingjing was about to press down when the mysterious runes on the chests of the other three spirit forms flashed simultaneously. A new force surged into Duan Yue's body along the formation line, causing the longsword that had already been deflected to sink even further.

The Bagua diagram beneath the black and white spirit's feet suddenly trembled.

Almost simultaneously, the Xuan Shu in Zhi Yin's hand turned a page.

A huge character landed above Xu Mingjing, and the surrounding air immediately became heavy. The flow of Yin and Yang energies did not stop, but it noticeably slowed down for a moment.

In that instant, Zhaogu raised the lamp.

The pale light fell on the space between the black and white spirit's brows, and Xu Mingjing's soul suddenly sank, the scene before him momentarily blurring. He snorted coldly, and swung the Yin-Yang Fan forward, black and white ripples sweeping out, engulfing the light along with the characters above it.

Two beams of light, one black and one white, rotated, attempting to separate the pressing force and send it back.

At this moment, Feng Chuan turned the array plate.

The positions of the four spirit figures changed simultaneously. Zhao Gu, who was originally facing the Yin-Yang Fan, had retreated to the side and rear. Duan Yue, taking advantage of the formation, moved forward again, slashing diagonally with his long sword, aiming straight for the wrists of the black and white spirit figures holding the fan.

Xu Mingjing had no choice but to retract his fan and deflect the attack.

With a deafening roar, the thousand-foot-tall spiritual figure staggered back several steps, each step causing large swathes of rock to collapse. The light emanating from the Yin-Yang Fan vibrated incessantly; although it hadn't been cleaved in two, it had already deprived him of any chance to retaliate.

The four of them gave him no time to catch his breath.

The mystical book suppressed, the ancient lamp illuminated the soul, the array plate sealed off the retreat, and the long sword approached head-on. Whenever Xu Mingjing tried to grab one of them to counterattack, the power of the other three would immediately come to his aid, without even needing to exchange words.

They were clearly used to this kind of fighting.

Xu Mingjing turned his hand, raising the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords. Black and white sword lights slashed out in different directions, one heading towards Duan Yue, while the other skimmed the ground and suddenly turned towards Feng Chuan.

Feng Chuan neither dodged nor avoided, but raised the array plate upwards in his palm.

A thick light screen appeared between the four spiritual figures, and the sword light struck it, forcefully cutting a gap in it. But as soon as the gap appeared, a piece of writing fell from the Xuan Book, filling it in.

The pale light shone again.

Xu Mingjing's brow twitched, the Bagua diagram beneath his feet spun, and his figure and spiritual form suddenly blurred.

"He's about to switch places, be careful!"

Feng Chuan gave a low shout and pressed his hands down on the array plate.

The scattered array nails trembled all at once, and the spatial teleportation that should have been completed seemed to have hit an invisible barrier. Xu Mingjing's figure solidified again several miles away. Before he could escape the encirclement, a blade of light that had been waiting there appeared before him.

He raised his sword to block, but the blade still grazed the shoulder of the black and white spirit, and the yin and yang energies immediately dissipated.

Xu Mingjing finally stood still.

He glanced down at his shoulder, then looked around at the four people who were still maintaining their formation, his eyes gradually turning cold.

If any of these four were taken individually, none of them could stand up to him head-on.

However, the cultivation techniques of the same origin were combined into one, and with the four innate spiritual treasures, each with its own strengths, they managed to suppress all his attacks. In particular, the array plate and the pale ancient lamp, one restricting his teleportation and the other keeping a close watch on his soul, were clearly prepared for him.