These people are also outstanding disciples cultivated by Bihai Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, outsiders could only sigh with regret. However, the faces of the Bih H?i Pavilion cultivators turned ashen.

Among these disciples, there happened to be a grandson of Fu Cang the Venerable.

Back then, the beloved disciple of Venerable Fu Cang almost went mad because of this incident. Afterward, he developed a heart demon and was unwilling to take on any more disciples.

And over the years, he has always been searching for evidence from that time.

Fu Cang actually didn't believe that it was done by Xi He, a child alone.

Now, seeing all the things Heshu has done cleaning up, is there anything left unclear?

Thinking of his disheartened disciple, he had a fleeting moment where he wanted to simply turn and leave, leaving He Yuan here to embarrass himself. He'd wait until they returned to the sect to settle the score with him.

Yet, it seemed that the honor of the sect prevailed. Elder Fu Cang endured his anger and stood in place, wishing to help secretly.

The ice mist bubbles within were ever-changing in an instant, and the Crane Sovereign's aura shifted from serene to furious and sinister.

Over the years, the resentment that had been hidden in his heart was drawn out by the frost bubbles. He exuded an aura of furious anger all over his body.

Aggression, gloom, and murderous intent enveloped He Yuan's entire being.

His face was constantly shifting, changing from dark to light in an instant. A faint red glinted in his eyes.

When Lin Qi wanted to quietly cast the third ice mist bubble, Crane Yuan Venerable had already been overwhelmed by his violent emotions.

His consciousness flickered between clarity and confusion.

When he realized that he had been lured into an illusion by an external force, Patriarch He Yuan was furious.

Raising his hand, he shattered two layers of ice mist bubbles. The killing intent on him almost solidified into reality.

A killing aura surged forth, overwhelming and suffocating.

There is no doubt that these murderous intentions are directed at Lin Qi.

A person enveloped in ice bubbles retains all their memories.

Lin Qi has already verified it on Yuan Ye.

So she didn't doubt at all that the Venerable He was determined to dismember her a thousand times.

Lin Qi didn't say a word and ran towards Jin An Venerable. Unfortunately, she was no match for He Yuan Venerable's speed.

The moment the ice mist bubbles shattered, Patriarch He Yuan realized what had happened. All he wanted was to kill Lin Qi and vent his rage.

All means necessary!

His cultivation instantly surged from the middle stage of Yuanying to the Great Ascension. He formed a fist with four fingers and slapped toward the void.

Five crane phantoms appeared around Lin Qi, each with a unique pose. They flapped their wings and let out a long cry, blocking her escape route.

The intangible sword qi had already condensed, weaving around Lin Qi's body. Its sharpness clashed with the cold air radiating from Lin Qi.

This time, the revered Crane Yuan didn't approach Lin Qi again. He hung in mid-air, standing not too close, not too far away.

With a clench of her palm, a slender sword with a crane and cloud pattern materialized in her hand.

Sword Qi almost solidified into a tangible form, weaving around the blade and exuding a terrifying aura.

Now, the Venerable's pupils contracted, and he instinctively drew his sword and charged forward to block.

Unfortunately, only He Yuan and Lin Qi were present within a ten-mile radius as Lin Qi was fighting.

For the great masters, ten li is just a matter of breaths. Yet, in those few breaths, life and death are already decided.

The Crane Yuan venerated moved his finger slightly, and the long and slender sword with cloud patterns of a crane was already unsheathed, carrying the momentum of tearing through the heavens.

There were faint rumbles of thunder all around, and the golden light crackled ominously.

The long sword pierced the void, like an arrow drawn from its sheath, its tail dragging a trail of cold light.

A gigantic crane, its wings outstretched, appeared before Lin Qi. With a slight flap of its wings, countless whirlwinds erupted from the ground, stretching towards the heavens.

The heavens suddenly changed, the wind howled angrily, and sword qi raged. This territory was filled with the aura of slaughter.

As soon as his eyes opened and closed, the crane was already in front of him.

Beneath the veil of shadow lay a blade, gleaming with icy light.

Lin Qi was trapped by five illusory figures. The terrifying pressure brought by her great cultivation level left her unable to resist.

My dantian was empty, and my body was incredibly weak. I couldn't break free at all.

I could only watch helplessly as the cold light of the sword tip magnified before my eyes.

Lin Qi was enveloped by a blood-red killing intent.

The package, death arrived on time.

He Yuanzun seemed to already see the scene of Hejian piercing through her skull, a cruel smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

However, the smile only made it halfway before suddenly freezing.

A giant Tai Chi diagram, composed of black and white, suddenly appeared on the ground.

A gentle yet powerful force flowed invisibly around, spreading rapidly throughout the entire area of Dùxiānquán.

In front of the crane sword, a rotating black and white yin-yang pattern the size of a palm also appeared.

It looked like a powerful, unyielding barrier, rotating and expanding countless times.

It was like a wall of black and white, solid as it stood before Lin Qi, firm as a mountain.

A crane sword is poised at the center of the Taiji Two Instruments diagram, its sword energy intertwining and clashing with the black and white energies.

Unparalleled sword qi was consumed inch by inch, even entangled with the black and white energies.

The attacks and aura on Jian's body were being gradually dispelled.

Lin Qi was surprised, staring at the Yin-Yang diagram before her. A familiar aura emanated from it, as if it were related to her cultivation of the Taiji Yin-Yang Sword.

This breath's purity, its blend of softness and strength, aligns naturally with the breath of all things, profound beyond measure.

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would have almost thought that the Tai Chi Two Instruments Wall had already merged with everything in the world.

Psychic detection, it can't sense even a trace of existence.

Those who can reach this level of cultivation are probably great Arhats.

Who is secretly helping her?!

Lin Qi raised her head and quickly looked around, but she didn't see a single stranger.

But instead, Master Jian An from afar had already charged forward with his sword.

He Yuan Zun's sword was still entangled by the Taiji Two Instruments Diagram, and he could only raise his arm to resist.

The longsword fell, and a gust of air rippled outwards from the point of impact.

The surrounding mountains and waterways burst forth instantly, with shockwaves rippling outward for hundreds of miles. Almost everything within that radius was leveled to the ground.

As for the same Mahayana cultivator, Crane Element Venerable was still one level higher in cultivation than An Zun.

He thought that with his own strength, he could easily block this sword.

I never expected it. The moment I crazily drew in the spiritual energy from my surroundings, the operation of my inner Nascent Soul suddenly came to a halt.

His face turned pale, his vital energy disrupted, striking his meridians and lungs. He not only failed to condense his moves into a technique but was struck by the sword of Master Jin An, severing one of his arms.

"Pfft!"

Hè Yuán Zūnzhě spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his arm falling along with his sleeve, the crimson blood splattering outward.

The body crashed heavily to the ground, smashing out a large crater.

Now, the venerable one held a blood-stained longsword in his hand, his expression momentarily stunned.

Great Vehicle cultivation, half a step is a chasm in the heavens.

She thought that her sword could hold back the Crane Yuan Venerable, already considered a great feat, but she didn't expect to be able to chop off one of the Crane Yuan Venerable's arms.

That was really unexpected.

At this time, before Lin Qi, the crane sword suspended in mid-air was blocked by the black and white Tai Chi diagram.

A woman in a black robe, her Taoist garments flowing gracefully, sat cross-legged.

Her appearance, as if she had frozen heaven and earth in that instant.

The flow of time and space seems to be obstructed.

Lin Qi continued to lie on the ground, her eyes closely following the female Taoist.

Only to see that the Crane Sword in Grand Master He's hand was casually flung away by her.

The sword shadow pierced the void, as if slashing through this still world, bringing back sound and the flow of time.

(Editor in charge：mrs fletcher novel)