Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

The sound of metal clashing together rang out. The broadsword collided with the arm, and Mo Chenzi's sleeve was shredded by the sharp blade energy. The blade cut deep into his flesh, but failed to cut through it. It was stuck and could not advance an inch.

Mo Chenzi used his arms to shake off the large sword, and then reached for Chen Xing's heart with a claw, intending to rip it out.

Chen Xing touched the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Missing his first attack, Mo Chenzi twisted his body and changed his move, turning his claw into a fist, which, wrapped in scarlet blood mist, slammed into Chen Xing.

Chen Xing parried with his sword, his fist striking the blade, but the blood mist passed through the sword and struck Chen Xing's chest.

Chen Xing felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying backward by the impact.

Before the sprayed blood droplets could even hit the ground, they were swept up by the blood mist and brought back to Mo Chenzi's side.

"Excellent blood and energy!"

Mo Chenzi sensed the pure life energy in Chen Xing's blood, as if he were tasting its flavor. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with even greater greed.

After absorbing Chen Xing's blood, his attacks became even more ferocious, forcing Chen Xing to dodge repeatedly.

High above, with He Yang Zhenren in the lead and Yun Qing and Zi Ying flanking him, the sword formation had completely suppressed the Blood Spirit Mother, and it seemed that killing the demon soul was only a matter of time.

After taking another heavy blow from Mo Chenzi, Chen Xing was forced back several steps. Several wounds appeared on his body, the wounds were dry and cracked, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Damn it, the more I hit him, the fiercer he gets."

Chen Xing cursed under his breath.

As Mo Chenzi continued to absorb blood, his withered face gradually became rosy, and his shriveled body gradually became plump.

【A Cave View】!

With the skill activated, the world in Chen Xing's eyes seemed to have changed, and the disturbance of spiritual energy caused by the surrounding battle was clearly visible.

He reached into his robes, pulled out a handful of talismans, and activated his broadsword to transform into a long whip, which he used to lash out at Mo Chenzi, carrying the talismans with it.

Mo Chenzi was unaware of Chen Xing's intentions, but out of caution, he ducked to avoid the long whip with talismans, and darted forward close to the ground, aiming straight for Chen Xing's lower body.

Chen Xing flicked his wrist, and the long whip lashed through the air, twisting into a bizarre shape.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, leaping high into the air, his eyes fixed on Mo Chenzi, and the array power contained within his body was activated with a roar!

[Make me king!]

Centered on Chen Xing, a strange wave spread out, instantly activating the talismans wrapped in the whip.

【Taiyi Flying Star Demon-Slaying Formation】!

The scattered spiritual energy around him frantically converged towards Mo Chenzi, even attracting some of the sword energy in the sky, causing the already fierce killing formation to surge in power!

At first, Mo Chenzi was able to barely resist with the blood mist around his body, but the Seven Kill Sword Qi tore through Mo Chenzi's defenses in an instant.

The spirit aids the sword's momentum, and the sword amplifies the spirit's power!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the battlefield!

Under the combined onslaught of sword energy and array power, Mo Chenzi's body completely disintegrated, turning into a cloud of blood mist that was blown away by the mountain wind.

"You have unlocked the target."

"Target dead."

"You have fulfilled all the requirements of this Jambudvipa event."

"Given your current condition, you may remain in this fruit for no more than three days, during which time you may return at any time when no one is around."

"Alternatively, you can choose to return immediately and pay a certain amount of Yanfu points for subsequent cleanup."

"stay!"

Considering his already limited points, Chen Xing didn't hesitate and chose to stay in the Fruit for the time being.

Suddenly, the sound of He Yang Zhenren chanting incantations came from the sky:

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple transformed into divine thunder. Its majestic heavenly power was drawn forth by the sword!

The once cloudless sky suddenly darkened, with churning, rumbling clouds and flashes of lightning.

A fierce wind arose, and the power of thunder accumulated in the clouds, with countless bolts of lightning converging towards the center, faintly aimed at the divine sword in the hand of the most accurate master, He Yang.

Zi Ying's thunder talisman helped He Yang unleash even greater heavenly power.

The Blood Spirit Mother's black robes had been ripped into strips, revealing her deathly pale skin that didn't look like that of a living person. Her body was covered with wounds from longswords, with flesh turned inside out and no trace of blood.

The Seven Killings Sword Qi swirled around the Blood Spirit Mother, completely sealing off her escape routes.

Blood Spirit Mother repeatedly tried to use her supernatural powers to escape, but was firmly suppressed by the chains that vaguely flashed in the void, and could not escape.

"boom!"

Thunder roared, as if the heavens were raging, and an enormous bolt of divine lightning descended from the sky, merging with Heyang.

With the might of heaven and earth and an aura of world destruction, Master Heyang charged toward the Blood Spirit Mother.

The divine sword pierced the Blood Spirit Mother's body, and the power of thunder suddenly erupted.

Great sound!

Those present felt as if the world had suddenly become still.

From the point where the divine sword pierced, the Blood Spirit Mother's physical body began to crumble inch by inch.

As her body completely disintegrated, a sinister smile flashed across the Blood Spirit Mother's face, and she silently murmured:

"Die!"

The pale head rapidly expanded, and a strange, deathly white color suddenly exploded.

The first to be affected was He Yang Zhenren. The lightning that was leaping around his body was quickly wiped away, and his figure, which looked like a thunder god, was completely erased. Then, the chains that were sealing off the Blood Spirit Saint Mother also turned into nothingness.

The bleak, deathly white color spread outwards from the Blood Spirit Mother, stripping away and erasing all colors it touched.

Chen Xing heard the alarm bells ringing in his ears, signaling the madness of the Ninja Land!

The Earth Spirit Orb was activated, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

A deep, deathly white light slowly swept across the landscape, and in an instant, the entire mountain was silently wiped away.

The deathly white color continued to spread outwards, and nothing could slow it down in the slightest.

He Yang, Zi Ying, Yun Qing, along with a group of Shu Mountain disciples and Blood Spirit Cult members, were all covered and erased by this deathly white.

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Yanfu, the mother's crown.

A loud alarm sounded.

On the laptop in front of the girl, the red characters "地·乙亥五十四" kept flashing.

"Ugh, another job!"

The girl sighed, swiped the mouse, and clicked on the alarm. The information "Earthly · Yi Hai Fifty-Four" popped up, and next to it were listed the people walking through the Yanfu event inside the fruit, with Chen Xing's name prominently listed.

The girl frowned and dialed several Yama's chat windows.

"Wake up, everyone! Time to get to work! 'Sifan' has appeared!"

"I'll be right there."

Without asking any further questions, the old man's calm and firm voice brought a sense of inexplicable peace.

A professor's office at a university in Southwest China.

The middle-aged man in the white hoodie stood up, picked up the white paper cup with the four large characters "天地无用" (Tenchi Muyō) written on it, and was about to fill it with hot water when he saw the message pop up in front of him. He then disappeared silently from the room.

Yanfu, the ancient temple with green bronze.

Inside the dimly lit hall, there was only a tea table and a few wooden chairs.

"What about aiding Korea?"

The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, with graying temples and black spots on his forehead. His voice was hoarse but full of energy, carrying the dignity of someone who had held a high position for many years.

The ruler, Zhao Jianzhong.

"It's sleeping on the branches, it's coming right now."

The person who answered was in his early thirties, wearing a white hoodie, and was holding a paper cup, sipping hot water.

The host is Zhan Yuejin.