The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't believe him, Lin Du laughed and said, "I don't know about the formation, but a monk from the village came by today and thought the well in their village was nice, so he stole it."

As she spoke, her spiritual energy gradually accumulated in the folding fan in her hand.

Seeing the white-robed man attack directly, a boomerang about to hit her face, Lin Du sighed, then looked up with misty black eyes, "If you don't believe me, let Yin Zhong come over himself, I'll talk to him personally."

She doesn't speak loudly, and aside from her own people, her attitude towards outsiders is that if she can hear them, she will; if she can't, then so be it.

They are all cultivators; unless someone is severely disabled, they can't be that hard of hearing.

The men in white robes exchanged a glance, their murderous intent about to erupt.

"Junior Uncle, what are you doing here? They are all cultivators at the Cloud Ascension Realm. If the formation is broken, they will come to massacre the village!" Xia Tianwu was a little anxious and raised his hand to block the boomerang.

Lin Du smiled and said, "Why else would I leave you to guard the village alone?"

She pointed her fan at the densely packed white-robed figures in front of her, "Second nephew, you just said there were only seven or eight. You deal with those seven or eight, and leave the rest to me."

Arrogance taken to the extreme.

He showed none of the trembling, coughing-up blood he had on the ship that day.

As long as Yin Zhong himself doesn't come, she can continue to act arrogantly.

"Junior Uncle..." Xia Tianwu said these things only to reassure Lin Du that he could stay in the village with peace of mind.

"I said, you get eight, I get ten, that's perfect."

As Lin Du spoke, he pulled out a handful of talismans and then, as if they were free, swept them across the white-robed man with his Floating Life Fan.

Why did you have to mess with me, a player who spends a lot of money on in-game purchases?

The Supreme Sect may not be good at anything else, but its ancestors were incredibly wealthy.

Not content with that, she called out, "Let me burn some joss paper for you all in advance."

Dozens of talismans were thrown out together, mostly yellow talismans with red characters, flying everywhere, which really resembled the burning of yellow paper when commemorating the dead.

Xia Tianwu was busy fighting when he heard this. He thought to himself that it was hard to say whether he could kill someone, but his junior uncle could probably anger someone to death with just his words.

Most of the yellow talismans are of low grade, but they are abundant and some are quite strange.

Someone raised their hand to block it, only to find that it was just a water dragon talisman. But after being layered with a thunder talisman, dark clouds immediately gathered, and the water dragon and thunder rolled into a small thunderstorm.

Some people were covered by a barrage of sparks, floating and shimmering, making their vision painful, and even their white robes were burned with black holes.

Some people were pressed down by the Mount Tai talisman and sank half a foot into the ground; others were covered in bats attracted by the talisman...

It's not fatal, and may not even cause much harm, but it's extremely bothersome.

The village entrance was suddenly bustling like a vegetable market, with chicken feathers scattered everywhere.

In that short time, Lin Du casually threw out a short blade, which was almost all of her wealth. There were forty-nine blades in total, which was the largest formation that Yan Ye had estimated for her, and also the limit of Lin Du's control.

With the village surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, the entrance to the village is a gathering point for energy, and she might actually be able to set up a large formation that exceeds her own limits.

One man brandished a sword, aiming straight for Lin Du's face, while another, annoyed by the child's mischief, unleashed a powerful killing move accompanied by a biting north wind.

At this moment, there were still a few of the forty-nine blades not yet connected, and Lin Du needed to concentrate on using them, so he couldn't spare any energy to defend himself.

Lin Du thought to himself that he, a fragile mage, really needed a support character who could tank damage.

Just as the blade energy and the north wind, carrying immense spiritual power, were about to reach Lin Du's robes, a golden magic seal suddenly appeared on her body. With a resounding clang, the enormous recoil force crushed the two streams of spiritual power into dust.

Lin Du let out a shout, and his last blade struck a tree at the village entrance. The person who had been standing upright like a black bamboo finally made a move.

Against the backdrop of a massive explosion on one side, an exceptionally cold snowstorm swept out from around the young man in the green robe with tremendous force, like snow collapsing from a jade mountain, carrying an unmistakable killing intent.

Dozens of people were all taken aback.

While the group next to them was dealing with the intense, bone-melting flames, this group encountered ice that could freeze a person's bones brittle.

What a contrast of ice and fire! The icy snow, which rushed out and grazed the strange fire at its edge, took quite a while to melt.

Lin Du was merely a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qin Xin Realm, possessing nothing special except for a Heavenly Grade Ice Spiritual Root.

But this snow was exceptionally cold; even cultivators at the Cloud Ascension Realm couldn't help but shiver. Looking at the frost clinging to their robes, they even slowed down their attacks by several breaths.

Covered by the cold wave, no one noticed that the crisscrossing patterns were rapidly forming.

Lin Du gently closed the Floating Life Fan, his body swayed, his straight back hunched over, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She wiped it away nonchalantly, a strange smile playing on her lips. She straightened up, looked at the seven or eight deadly attacks sweeping towards her, and snapped her fingers.

In the next instant, the space changed drastically, and the surging killing move was abruptly cut off.

The green mountains trembled, the waters surged, the mountain birds took flight, and the beasts scattered.

The spirit of mountains and rivers is the most powerful feng shui between heaven and earth, and the Dragon-Slaying Water Formation borrows the spirit of mountains and rivers and draws on the power of heaven and earth. Neither humans, ghosts, demons and monsters can resist it.

That was the last ancient formation Lin Du calculated, a powerful formation said to have been used by an ancient god to defend his tomb.

It took Lin Du nearly nine days to complete this formation, during which he was even forced to swallow his pride and ask Yan Ye for advice.

Even if you have a large number of people, you can't get out of this formation.

With her current level of cultivation and spiritual power, she can't kill ten people, but she can certainly trap them.

Lin Du let out a breath, then raised his hand to press his forehead. He had used too much of his spiritual power and was in great pain. Because he had used a large amount of violent spiritual power, he was now in a precarious situation.

She randomly picked out a Ningbi Pill and a Jinwu Xuanyuan Pill, and stuffed them into her mouth again.

Then he staggered to the gate of life, to the tree at the entrance of the village, and slid down the trunk.

I'm completely exhausted.

He's so fragile, his mana bar was completely depleted, and he only has ten health points left.

Even now that Yin Zhong has come in person, she can't escape and can only call for Yan Ye.

But she guessed that Yin Zhong dared not come, nor could he come. He was a man who had barely managed to survive and had a new identity. If he came, it would truly expose him. That's why she sent this group of white-robed men to massacre the village and destroy all evidence.

Seventh Senior Sister seemed to be lost, but it wouldn't be worth it for a dozen or so Cloud Realm cultivators to call Yan Ye. Most high-level cultivators need to concentrate on their studies during their seclusion. Yan Ye must have had some kind of feeling before he left. It would be fine to just call him and ask him a question. If it takes too long, what if that feeling is lost?

She wouldn't want to call Yan Ye unless absolutely necessary.

Killing someone incurs karmic consequences, and heavenly tribulations bring further repercussions. It would be better for Yan Ye to ascend smoothly as soon as possible; seeing him even once more is annoying.

She leaned back against the tree trunk, lazily glancing to the side, when a mouthful of pills choked her throat, and the smile on her lips vanished.

Why is Mo Lin here?

Is he really just a stupid pillar?

Not only is Lin Du unable to stand up straight, but Xia Tianwu is also nearing the end of his rope.

In the summer, there were already four or five white-robed men lying dead on the ground, or rather, they could no longer be called corpses, but charcoal.

However, Xia Tian has consumed a great deal of spiritual energy and has already taken several Spirit Restoration Pills.

She glanced at Lin Du, pondering an escape route, but unexpectedly saw someone who shouldn't have appeared.

A tall, wiry man slowly walked out of the village entrance, holding a knife that was much longer than an ordinary sword and resembled a long stick in his hands.

The crimson gold patterns wrapped around it now seemed to come alive under the firelight, shimmering and radiant.

The clash of spiritual energy caused his robes to flutter slightly. The man, with his handsome and resolute features, walked to Xia Tian's side amidst her astonished shouts. He gathered strength in his right hand, and the sword guard slowly moved.

"Are you crazy? You can't use spiritual power."

"I know, I won't move."

Mo Lin's voice was calm and steady, "After you come behind me, leave the rest to me."

The hidden sword is never meant to be hidden, but rather to be unsheathed one day, its sharpness capable of shattering demons and monsters, its edge unmatched in the world.

For decades, he wielded his sword every day. Every move he made was not the true strength of Mo Lin's attack. At least 50% of it was stored in the scabbard.

Those spiritual energies and sword auras, hidden for many years, were not for competing for first or second place. For Mo Lin's Dao, they were for slaying evil spirits and protecting the world.

Even if I can't use my spiritual power right now, the sword energy I've cultivated over the years is enough.

Mo Lin suddenly exerted force with his right hand, drawing his longsword, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed.

With a single swing of his sword, hundreds of thunderclaps exploded at the village entrance. Lin Du casually activated the array, drawing the sword energy into it.

Countless bolts of lightning illuminated the area in front of the mountain as if it were daytime. The mighty sword energy that intimidated demons and evil spirits erupted and spread at the entrance of the village, directly shattering the killing moves unleashed by those people. The sharp and fierce sword energy pierced into the bodies of more than a dozen people, carrying the annihilating power of the Divine Firmament Thunder, and directly pierced through them.

In the distant city of Phoenix, someone heard a clap of thunder in the night, turned over, and soothed the startled child beside him, saying, "When spring thunder roars, all things grow."

When spring thunder roars, all things grow and evil spirits vanish.