I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

His escape was too swift. Ye Qiao reached out and grabbed him, casting a wave of pressure on the monk and pulling him back. She leaned closer and asked him with a smile, "Trying to run away after entering the formation? Old monk, you're dreaming."

This monk is just like Chen Muzhen, always running away when things go wrong.

He could enter and exit at the same time, using a unique mental technique to tear open a spatial array to enter without anyone noticing.

Now, Ye Qiao had pulled him back with just one hand, and in an instant, his fear reached its peak. "You...!"

"What about me?" Ye Qiao pointed at herself with a grin. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't your disciple tell you what realm I'm at?"

She bombarded him with questions like a machine gun, leaving the old monk's head buzzing. He tried to argue, but the increasing pressure made it hard to breathe, so he could only reveal his true feelings: "...This humble monk has come to teach you what it means to be respected in the cultivation world."

Ye Qiao: "Then what is meant by 'honor'?"

"Of course, strength is paramount." As he spoke, he glanced weakly at Ye Qiao's hand that was gripping his, and then tentatively tried to probe her cultivation level, but couldn't detect it at all.

So, his face, which was already like a bitter gourd, became even more miserable when it was all scrunched up.

Sin ah.

Ye Qiao didn't mind arguing with him for a while longer; she hadn't settled the score yet for him bringing a group of Buddhist and Taoist monks into her sect!

She grabbed him by the collar, pressed him against the center of the formation, and within the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Formation, the ever-changing energy gripped his neck and pressed down, giving him a feeling of his soul being scattered. His legs trembled like leaves, and he almost knelt down before Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao shook her head, deliberately trying to scare him, "Since strength is paramount in the cultivation world, then I'd be considered at least third-rate, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." His previously pained old face forced a smile, and he dared not look at the scene a second time, his face flushed with approval as he agreed, "Young friend, you are absolutely right!"

Forget about the top three, even if she said she was number one, he wouldn't dare say she was number two right now.

"..."

What a shameless monk.

What he said certainly sounded nice, but if Ye Qiao doesn't show some real skill today, then she'll be in trouble.

Ignoring his old face, which was contorted with bitterness, Ye Qiao tapped twice to seal his spiritual power, then grabbed him and stuffed him into the formation.

Even the Seventh Elder, who is skilled in divination and esoteric arts, suffered greatly from the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Formation. As for whether he can find the gate of life and survive, it depends on the magic treasures he possesses and his own abilities.

The old monk was thrown by her and instantly caught in the formation, screaming in agony.

Chen Muchen, standing outside the formation, slightly raised his eyes, and the next second, the formation fluctuated.

Something burst forth from it with such force that everyone stopped fighting at the same time and instinctively formed shields.

The moment the Seventh Elder's soul burst forth, his first thought was to find a talented person to possess.

Ultimately, there was no one at the scene with a higher level of attainment than him.

His first target was naturally Song Hansheng, who was closest to him.

The nameless white lotus released a pure and noble white light that enveloped Song Hansheng in time, preventing him from being possessed by the sudden fluctuations. Song Hansheng stared blankly at this mass of souls.

"Get out of Song Hansheng's way."

Ye Qiao's voice followed closely behind, and she also rushed out from the formation, slashing a spirit sword in front of Song Hansheng, forcing the Seventh Elder back.

Without seeing Jun unleash a fierce killing intent, the sword energy that could tear through the void spread out. Seeing the sword speed heading straight for him, the Seventh Elder no longer hesitated and plunged into the crowd.

For now, it would be best to just take over any physical body.

As Ye Qiao prepared to shatter his primordial spirit and rushed out of the formation, the entire domain trembled violently. Her left hand held a spirit sword, and her right hand held a shovel wielding a murderous aura, which frightened everyone into reflexively keeping a distance of three zhang from her.

Amidst the rising dust, she aimed at the direction the Seventh Elder had fled. Her crescent crossbow was poised to fire, and with a muffled groan, she shattered his primordial spirit.

The Seventh Elder was like a slippery eel, and Ye Qiao had no choice but to confront him head-on, catching him off guard.

Playing mind games won't work anymore. A cunning rabbit has three burrows. If we had given the other party a chance to prepare earlier, things definitely wouldn't be as simple as they are today.

The fighting on the scene quieted down. Looking at Ye Qiao's gleaming shovel, people unconsciously shifted their gaze to Zhou Xingyun.

What's this called?

Are the Han Guang shovels real or fake?

"She even forged our Golden Lotus of Merit!" The Buddhist and Taoist people jumped up in anger. "Where did this person get so many fakes?"

Ye Qiao sneered and unleashed another Void Refining Curse in the direction the Seventh Elder had fled. In an instant, the sky was filled with gray smoke, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The explosion was centered around the Seventh Elder.

For a moment, no one dared to utter a sound.

"Shut up." Chen Muzhen covered the disciple who was talking nonsense and hid him in the crowd, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.

The Seventh Elder's soul was captured, and Ye Qiao followed closely behind, but his master was nowhere to be seen.

His face darkened. Judging from this, his master might be dead. Perhaps he should consider preparing to take over Buddhism.

Ye Qiao showed no mercy in her attacks. The Seventh Elder endured the pain of his soul being torn apart and divided his soul into more than a dozen parts. As long as a cultivator's soul is not destroyed, there are plenty of opportunities to make a comeback.

If Ye Qiao disregards her own safety, how could she disregard her disciples?

He divided his soul into several parts and possessed different disciples, squeezing out their souls.

He looked no different from any other disciple.

The Seventh Elder glanced at her with a sinister expression, then silently concealed his presence. He had been careless this time; once he escaped this calamity, he would surely make her vanish into thin air.

"Ye Qiao".

After emerging from the formation, she unleashed a barrage of deadly attacks in no time, her terrifying aura silencing the previously lively battle for quite some time. Seeing this, Chu Xingzhi seized the opportunity to break the sword of one of the elders from the opposing clan and rushed to her side in a frantic rush.

Ye Qiao and he exchanged a few glances.

"Look at me." The boy raised his chin, his eyes bright, gesturing for her to look.

Transformation stage.

Ye Qiao patted him on the shoulder: "Well done, you've made something of yourself."

Chu Xingzhi and she patted each other on the shoulder twice.

But now is not the time for mutual praise. Ye Qiao, holding her sword, glanced at the crowd with their varied expressions, who had all stopped fighting at the same time. It was true that they had been fighting fiercely before.

That's because they have a good chance of winning.

However, their greatest reliance, plus the unfortunate Seventh Elder, was beaten out of his body by a mere brat, and they immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ye Qiao scanned everyone. The Seventh Elder's soul was divided into several parts and hidden in the crowd. She was anxious to find him. She flipped through the secret book and all the tentacles reached out to precisely control those outer disciples.

The Seventh Elder dared not provoke those with higher cultivation levels, so he could only target the outer disciples. The Dark Book only needed to parasitize those disciples with lower cultivation levels.

All the turmoil subsided into silence, and everyone's eyelids twitched wildly, truly astonished by her grand gesture.

The ability of the Dark Book is quite abnormal, but it is not invincible. As long as your divine sense is strong enough to capture its trajectory, you can solve it. But in the midst of a fierce battle, who has time to pay attention to this?

Due to its immense destructive power, it has always been regarded as an evil weapon.

She actually subdued this strange creature.

Those outer disciples of the Changming Sect, unable to see the secret message, naturally had no idea what had happened, but the Seventh Elder's divine soul could detect it.

He was so shocked that his hair almost stood on end. He tried to run away in a panic, but An Shu pulled him out, grabbed his soul, and crushed it.

Then repeat the process.

The Seventh Elder hid and fled, his remaining soul, fearing the Dark Book, hastily abandoned its original host body, only to be caught by the sword spirits high in the sky, who then slashed it to pieces with a single sword strike.

Ye Qiao had previously instructed them to keep a close eye on the Seventh Elder's primordial spirit and to destroy it immediately once it emerged.

Ye Qiao wasn't idle either. The Seventh Elder was really good at dodging, and the sword spirits inevitably missed some. It was inconvenient to cut the soul with a sword, but the shovel of Han Guang had a large shovel area, and one hit would shatter the soul.

As soon as the Seventh Elder's soul showed itself, a single blow would smash his entire soul into a pulp.

"..."

Countless experts who witnessed this scene gasped silently.

They even preyed on the soul.

However, given their past experiences of murder and robbery, they weren't particularly sensitive to such matters. What truly troubled them was—

She smashed the Seventh Elder's soul into a pulp.

The mastermind is gone so suddenly, will they still fight?

Now that things have come to this point, it seems unreasonable not to fight.

The crowd silently weighed the strengths of both sides.

It's time to fight...

Can they win?