Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

His face flashed with fear one moment, elation the next, and doubt the next.

The expressions are ever-changing.

"He seems to be under control!"

Qingyue was stunned by what she saw and was at a loss for what to do.

Li Ping'an, however, quickly realized what was happening.

He knew that it was Hongling who had saved him.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He forced himself to cheer up.

The small silver sword had already flown out from the sleeve of his right hand.

With a whoosh, it aimed straight at Zhang Lu's neck.

In fact, the power of this small sword strike was very small.

Because Li Ping'an's spiritual energy was depleted and he was seriously injured.

The spiritual energy released naturally is actually very weak.

Even a cultivator in the mid-to-late stage of Foundation Establishment could easily block it.

But at this very moment, Zhang Lu was firmly controlled by the sound of that zither string.

He stood there like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although it was just a low-grade magic artifact.

But they still managed to slit his throat with ease.

They severed his neck and pierced his skull.

With a whoosh, the small sword pierced through his throat.

Zhang Lu's head slowly fell to the ground.

That's the main point; the expression on his face was still changing wildly.

It has simply lost all its vitality.

Within moments, there was no sound at all.

His figure also fell to the ground.

The giant sword in the sky suddenly shattered, turning into countless points of light that vanished.

Zhang Lu is the chief disciple of the inner sect of the Tongtian Sword Sect.

And so it ended.

This is the psychopath who has hunted down Li Ping'an several times.

But in the end, he died at the hands of Li Ping'an.

However, all of this is thanks to Hong Ling's help.

Without Hong Ling's Daoist chanting, it would have been almost impossible for him to deal with Zhang Lu.

He then thought that he should have taken the opportunity to try using the Fire Phoenix Submerging in the Forest technique earlier.

After all, the Fire Phoenix that flew into the forest was formed by absorbing all the scorching power from the Red Lotus.

If it could be unleashed, it should possess immense power.

However, in that situation, Zhang Lu's offensive was simply too urgent.

This gave him no time to unleash his Fire Phoenix Submerges technique.

Fortunately, the crisis has finally been resolved.

Finally, I can get away.

From Wanzhen Mountain above, one could see Li Ping'an slash out with his sword and kill Zhang Lu.

His face immediately darkened, and he coldly snorted.

"Fine! You witch, fighting us and still managing to injure my sect's disciples! You're courting death!"

He was furious.

Zhang Lu is a disciple that their sect is focusing on cultivating.

He was actually killed by Li Ping'an just like that.

However, this scene further solidified the belief that Li Ping'an was a remnant of the demon race.

Wan Zhenshan shouted loudly, and the Thunderclap Sword in his hand crackled and popped as he swung it.

Countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, crashing down on Hong Ling's body with thunderous booms.

Hongling had just casually plucked a melody with one hand.

In reality, they had revealed a huge flaw to these four sect leaders.

These four sect leaders also took advantage of this gap to frequently gain the upper hand.

With a loud bang!

Hong Ling's body was struck by a bolt of lightning, and her clothes were instantly charred black.

"You wicked witch! How dare you be distracted while fighting us! Brothers! Let's take this witch down in one fell swoop!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Chaoye laughed loudly.

If we could capture those two witches, we'd make a huge profit.

Because they could tell that the guqin in Hongling's hand was of a higher grade than the four sacred treasures they possessed.

Perhaps after this battle, we can add another sacred treasure to the sect.

That would be a tremendous gain.

In an instant, the four sect leaders fought with increasing ferocity.

Their eyes shone with golden light.

They were even already planning how to seize the treasure from Hong Ling after the battle was over.

However, although Hongling was struck by lightning.

However, he remained calm and composed, his face showing no emotion.

He said it in a cold tone.

"Today, my Canglan Holy Land has come to retrieve our sect's four sacred treasures, and we have come prepared. If you do not obediently hand over the treasures, then countless lives will be lost!"

"You old bastard! Still spouting nonsense even now! Come on! Let me see what you're really capable of!"

The sect leader of the Giant Elephant Sect snorted coldly.

The sect leader of the Eastern Sacred Sect echoed this sentiment.

"Little girl! I advise you not to be so arrogant! With the four of us here, you and your witch sister won't get the slightest advantage today!"

Wan Zhenshan snorted coldly.

"If you obediently hand over the zither in your hand today, and allow your sister to be suppressed and sealed again in the Misty Valley, we might take pity on you and consider letting you go!"

Upon hearing this, Honglian was indeed the first to break down.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Four old men, so confident of victory? Isn't that a bit premature! Sister, we've had enough of playing with these guys! Let's show them the true strength of the Canglan Holy Land!"

Hongling nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Suddenly, the plucking of the guqin in his hands became intense and lively.

The group of cultivators who surrounded and attacked the two were ultimately no match for the stirring music.

They all clutched their heads and screamed in pain.

Because they possessed two spiritual artifacts—the jade flute and the bell—from the four major sects, they fought against the zither in Hong Ling's hand.

Therefore, it attracted a large number of sonic attacks.

But now the music suddenly became passionate and surging.

The sound of bells and jade flutes was immediately drowned out.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels around them couldn't withstand the powerful sonic attack instantly.

They fell to the ground one by one, like raindrops.

He collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony.

Not only that, Honglian is a complete mess.

Thousands stood in front of Hong Ling, arms outstretched, and roared to the sky.

In that instant, all the melodies played by Hongling seemed to be absorbed by Honglian and entered her body.

In the next instant, Honglian's body suddenly burst forth with a strong purple light.

His body seemed to suddenly grow several times larger at that moment.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

The four sect leaders couldn't help but shrink their pupils upon seeing this scene.

The witch Honglian is actually absorbing the musical notes played by Hongling!

How is that possible!

Moreover, they could sense that Honglian's aura was rising rapidly.

It reached an extremely terrifying level.

"No! Stop him! This must be a demonic technique from their Canglan Holy Land!"

Wan Zhenshan was the first to sense that something was wrong.

He could sense that if Honglian were to absorb the music again...

The situation may spiral out of control.

The four sect leaders immediately drew their magical weapons and pounced on Hong Ling.

They all unleashed their strongest trump cards.

However, by the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.

Because the Red Lotus's body has now reached an extremely terrifying size.

It stands tens of feet tall, like a steep mountain peak, towering in the air.

Upon seeing the four sect leaders, Honglian grinned.

With a wave of her jade-like arms, she stirred up gusts of evil wind, which in turn stirred up a frenzied surge of waves.

It directly sent the four sect leaders flying.

What terrifying power this is!

The cultivators below were all dumbfounded.

At this moment, the red lotus stands tall and majestic, radiating purple light.