Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

At the deepest part of the underground palace, at the source of countless vines, a huge flower bud hangs quietly in mid-air!

The flower bud was as tall as a three-story building, its surface covered with dark purple veins that throbbed and contracted, like the heart of some living thing!

With each contraction, a large amount of dark red mist gushed out from the gaps in the petals, traveling along the vines to every corner of the entire underground palace!

Deep within the flower bud, one can vaguely see a distorted, inhuman face, emitting a low roar!

Its aura surged wildly between the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage, each time it was about to break through that critical point...

A ring of intricate golden sealing patterns would then light up around the flower bud, forcefully suppressing it back to the Golden Core realm!

Over and over again, tirelessly, for who knows how many years!

"Attack!" Mu Tianmiao gave it no chance to breathe.

He stomped his feet on the ground and leaped into the air, raising his long sword high above his head. The golden light on the sword exploded like the sun, evaporating the surrounding dark red mist!

The spiritual energy in his dantian surged forth like a burst dam, flowing along his meridians and into the sword! Sword Technique, congratulations from all directions!

Eight golden sword energies, like lotus blossoms, slashed towards the flower bud simultaneously, each striking precisely the dark purple veins on the bud's surface!

In the same instant, Yun Qingyao made a hand seal, and the Azure Frost Sword flew out of her hand, transforming into an intricate and ethereal sword formation in the air!

Hundreds of tiny sword lights scattered and danced like swimming fish, cutting and shredding the blood-red vines that were trying to sneak up on the wall one by one!

A cyan sword intent surged from the core of the sword formation and precisely injected into Mu Tianmiao's body!

The Nine Heavens Immortal Shadow Technique he cultivated and her Cloud Technique were originally from the same lineage, and now their sword intents merged!

The eight sword energies that came from all directions suddenly expanded to nearly double their original size, with a faint blue-green glint in their golden light!

The Third Prince's narrow-bladed longsword was already drawn!

She didn't have Mu Tianmiao's gorgeous sword techniques, nor Yun Qingyao's exquisite sword formation!

Her knife was a single, unadorned blade, yet it weighed a ton!

The golden blade light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, struck the distorted face in the very center of the flower bud without any fancy moves!

The flower buds slowly opened!

The enormous flower bud unfolded petal by petal, each petal as large as a door panel, its surface covered with dense red blood spots.

The blood pills, large and small, were densely packed and layered within the fleshy petals, each one pulsating slightly and emitting a dark red, sinister light.

The moment everyone saw those blood pills, they all gasped in astonishment… Golden pills…

Each blood pill represents a golden pill that has been condensed after being devoured by it!

There are countless of them, at least several hundred at a glance. They vary in size and luster, and some have turned dark and have existed for who knows how many years!

Some of them still emanated fresh spiritual energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that they were cultivators who had just been devoured in this secret realm.

How many years has it existed here? And how many Golden Core cultivators has it devoured?

The petals fully opened, revealing the hideous face right in the center of the flower's center.

It was a woman's face, or rather, it used to be.

His facial features were already distorted and deformed, his skin was a rotten dark purple, and two eerie green flames burned in his eye sockets.

Her mouth was opened to an angle that no living person could ever open, revealing a mouthful of serrated fangs.

Countless fine, dark red stamens spread out from her neck, deeply embedding themselves in the petals behind her, trembling slightly with the movement of the petals.

A roar erupted from that mouth, carrying with it centuries of accumulated resentment and madness, so sharp it pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Die! All of you die! No one can stop me!"

No one held back anymore.

The remaining four of the six rogue cultivators quickly found their positions, with two ranged sword cultivators standing on the flanks, their sword light pouring down on the flower fairy's petals like bolts of lightning.

A talisman cultivator's hands flew, and defensive talismans were applied to everyone's bodies, causing layers of golden light to shine up.

There was another array cultivator crouching at the very back, frantically carving and drawing on the ground, trying to set up a temporary suppression array.

Yuantong slammed his wooden stick down again, and the second layer of his domain unfolded with a roar.

The golden light of Buddha, radiating worldly splendor, and another, even thicker layer of earthy yellow light simultaneously illuminated, and with the two layers overlapping, the speed at which everyone's spiritual energy recovered suddenly increased.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were also coated with an indestructible Buddhist Vajra power.

The flower fairy let out a sharp screech.

The hundreds of blood pills embedded in the petals lit up at the same time, their dark red light blending together like hundreds of evil eyes opening simultaneously.

The next second, each blood pill shot out a blood arrow that was condensed to almost solid form. Hundreds of blood arrows shot out at the same time, covering the sky and the earth, densely packed.

The trajectories crisscrossed in the air, subtly revealing a kind of extremely sophisticated swordplay.

The legendary Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, one of the highest martial arts techniques in swordsmanship, has been recreated in this bizarre way.

However, the sword of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin is sword energy, while its sword is blood. Each blood arrow carries the resentment and spiritual power left behind by the cultivators it devoured.

The two rogue cultivators were unable to dodge in time, and their protective spiritual shields shattered like paper under the dense barrage of blood arrows.

One of them was pierced through the chest by three arrows of blood at the same time, and fell backward before he could even scream.

Another one was pinned to the stone wall behind him by the blood arrow, his body twitched twice and then fell silent!

The blood flowed down the wall, mixed with the writhing vines on the ground, and was absorbed cleanly in an instant!

Chapter Fifty-Seven: These bastards...

Mu Tianmiao gritted her teeth; she couldn't hide it any longer.

He reached into his storage ring and his fingers touched a cold scabbard.

The sword sheath was entirely silver-white, covered with fine flowing cloud patterns. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, like jade, but the moment it touched his palm, it unleashed a sharp and suffocating sword intent!

Flowing Shadow Sword!

Master Li Xizhao's sword from back then!

It contains a wisp of sword intent left behind when she was in the Nascent Soul stage, which was her full-force attack activated by the Nine Heavens Immortal Shadow Technique!

It was his trump card for survival, and also the last protective talisman his master gave him.

He drew his sword.

The blade of the Flowing Shadow Sword is as thin as a cicada's wing and completely transparent, with only a very fine golden line on the spine of the blade, which is the sword intent mark personally engraved by Li Xizhao.

He poured all his spiritual power into the sword without reservation, maximizing the power of the Nine Heavens Immortal Shadow Technique. The spiritual power in his dantian surged into his meridians like a raging sea.

The aura of the Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator completely boiled over at this moment.

Golden sword light exploded from the sword, illuminating the entire underground palace as bright as day.

Man and sword became one, transforming into a golden streak descending from the sky, piercing straight at the twisted face in the very center of the flower demon!

Celestial Sword Techniques, Celestial Immortals Descending from Beyond the Heavens!

At the same time, the Third Prince also moved. She no longer used her sword, but instead formed hand seals!

The dark golden spiritual power emanating from his body surged forth like a volcanic eruption, condensing in the air into a lifelike golden streak!

The dragon raised its head high and coiled its body, protecting her entirely within its shadow!

That power was immense and domineering, completely different from the Imperial Court technique she had used before. It was clearly some kind of external force that did not belong to her!

Perhaps it was a talisman left to her by her royal brother, or perhaps it was her trump card for survival!

However, this power was too violent, and it was clearly beyond her current level of cultivation to fully control!

As soon as the golden dragon shadow took shape, the violent spiritual power shattered her outer garment into countless fragments that scattered in the gale!

When the aftershocks of the spiritual energy dissipated, her outer and inner garments had vanished! Only her dragon scale armor remained.

The dragon scale armor was a good thing, very sturdy, but the bodice underneath wasn't so lucky... it broke the moment the spiritual energy exploded...

Before Mu Tianmiao's Heavenly Flying Immortal could even pierce the flower demon, he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and the tip of his sword almost went astray... He blurted out!

"Holy crap! A busty cutie!"

At the entrance to the secret realm, the group's resistance became increasingly difficult.

The number of red vines has increased rather than decreased, and the dark red torrents surging from all directions have compressed the open space by the lake to less than a third of its original size.

Sword light and magical light rose and fell, forcing everyone to fight and retreat until they reached the last foothold at the edge of the entrance barrier.

The composed and dignified smile that had been on Bai Lingyin's face was long gone.

Her jade flute hung by her side, its surface covered in dark green liquid. Her hair was askew, with a few strands hanging messily on either side of her face.

Cold sweat slid down her forehead, leaving two faint streaks on her carefully applied makeup.

She gritted her teeth, barely maintaining the last shred of the saintly demeanor she should have, but her pathetic yet stubbornly enduring appearance was more comical than a complete breakdown.

A female disciple from the Immortal Shadow Sect with an injured arm glanced at her, and couldn't hold back any longer. She brandished her sword and mocked her.

"Stop pretending, what are you pretending for? We've seen plenty of your kind of hypocritical bitch... seemingly dignified and proper on the surface, but full of dirty tricks behind the scenes."

"You righteous bitches are sometimes even worse than the people of the Joyful Union Sect!"

Not far away, a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was frantically patching up a defensive formation looked up upon hearing this, her face full of grievance, her voice shrill and bright amidst the chaos of battle.

"Hey, hey, you Immortal Shadow Sect can insult people all you want, but don't drag us into it! What have we, the Joyful Union Sect, done to offend you?"

Before she could finish speaking, she had to lower her head again to continue repairing the array that had been pierced by the vines, muttering to herself.

"We have professional ethics and never pretend to be respectable people."

Bai Lingyin really wanted to drag those two bitches out and give them a good scolding in front of everyone!

That female disciple of the Immortal Shadow Sect, even a wounded soldier dared to be arrogant in front of her!

And that flirtatious woman from the Hehuan Sect, what does it mean to have professional ethics?

Who in the entire Eight Desolations doesn't know about the petty affairs of your Hehuan Sect?

But she swallowed back the profanity that was already rising in her throat.

tolerance!

The demeanor of a saint!

I finally got to this position, I absolutely can't let these few scoundrels ruin it!

She suppressed her anger, put on her dignified smile again, and calmly swept her gaze over the two of them, speaking in a measured tone.

Instead of arguing, we should think more about whether we can make it back alive.

Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled.

The tremors were as violent as a volcanic eruption. The entire cave was shaking violently!

The glowing vines on the dome fell in clumps, rocks rained down from the cave walls, and the ground cracked open with several bottomless fissures.

The shockwave was so strong that most of the standing cultivators were thrown to the ground, and some rolled to the edge of the crack and almost fell in!

Screams, cries for help, and the clanging of ritual implements filled the air!

The ground beneath Bai Lingyin's feet suddenly arched, and she was thrown into the air, her skirt billowing in the wind in an extremely undignified manner!

But she reacted extremely quickly, forcibly twisting her body in mid-air, forming hand seals, and a cyan array light shield unfolded from beneath her feet, steadily covering all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

She pulled several disciples who had almost fallen into the crevice back, and they collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, still shaken.

Tens of thousands of miles away, at the Immortal Shadow Sect.

The aroma of tea filled the air, and a faint smile lingered on her lips.

The story of Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo inexplicably reminded her of a certain brat... I wonder what will happen to this master and disciple pair later.

Then the teacup in her hand exploded into dust with a loud bang.

The warm tea dripped through her fingers, soaking the pages of the book on her lap, but she was completely unaware.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she abruptly stood up from the soft couch. Her flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress billowed wildly in the sudden burst of air, and even the white jade hairpin in her hair trembled slightly.

That brat, did he use that trace of sword intent?

The wisp of sword intent she left in the Flowing Shadow Sword... the talisman she left for him, has it been used?

Li Xizhao stood in the bedchamber, closed her eyes, and a thought flashed through her mind!