Looking at the eerie blood sword, the Qiapao Taoist suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Whoosh!"

The ebony sword was mere inches away from the Ten Directions King Hell Banner.

Blood-tainted divine light flashed.

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The magical fire on the banner suddenly weakened, revealing the true form of the magic treasure. The black flag's glow dimmed rapidly, its spiritual energy greatly depleted.

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Qin Sang had already tested the power of Blood Fiend Divine Light with the Ten Directions King Yama Banner. Once hit by Blood Fiend Divine Light, no matter how high-grade the magic treasure was, it could not escape its influence.

However, the higher the grade of the magic treasure, the shorter the duration of the Blood-Stained Divine Light's influence, and the less severe its effect.

It is estimated that faced with a top-grade magic treasure, the Bloodstain Divine Light would have little effect, unless Qin Sang also raised the Ebony Sword to the level of a top-grade magic treasure.

But when masters duel, even a fleeting moment can directly influence the situation, especially now.

'Whoosh!'

The Sword Qi and Thunder Sound Divine Ability were still active. The Ebony Sword seized the opening where the Ten Directions Yama Banner was damaged, forcefully piercing through the obstruction of the Nine Nether Demon Fire. Before the astonished gaze of the Qipiao Daoist, it approached him in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

Even the Flying Demon wouldn't fall behind, instantly closing the distance.

A solitary staff bearing the banner of Yama, merely an inferior magical artifact.

The Ten Directions Yama Banner, which had suffered a severe spiritual damage, now wielded less power than the Blackwood Sword and was barely adequate. The Nine Nether Demon Fire that entangled the Flying Sky Asura also saw a significant decrease in its potency, and the Flying Sky Asura was no longer as fearful.

When the situation suddenly changed, Qiu Pao Daoist was flustered for a moment. As a veteran Jindan cultivator, facing this perilous crisis, he surprisingly managed to react in time.

He suddenly waved the Ten Directions Yama Banner, directly striking the true body of the magical treasure towards the flying night demon.

His eyes were fixed on the ebony sword, his spiritual energy surging wildly in his chest. His body twisted violently, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow at the last moment.

A muffled groan.

The ebony sword pierced through Qióu Páo Dao Ren's left chest, bringing out a spray of fresh blood.

The sword qi remaining in the body of the Daoist in a dove robe was unable to erupt. It was forcefully extracted by the Daoist in a dove robe, most of it. The rest did not cause fatal injuries and was suppressed.

On the other side, the spirit-weakened artifact was fiercely attacked by the flying night demons. Adding insult to injury, it was finally blown away, its surface torn open by the flying night demons. It was clear that it could no longer be used effectively.

The Qipu Daoist's breath was disordered, and his complexion was ashen, but his injuries were not fatal.

"Blood Fiend Divine Light!"

Upon recognizing the blood-stained divine light of the Ebony Sword's mystical powers, a venomous hatred filled the eyes of the Qihou Daoist.

He couldn't understand, a mere cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, actually had so many exotic treasures. Not only did he have a flying night demon, but also a magic weapon refined from the endless blood mulberry, which forced him into such a miserable situation.

Even cultivators in the early stage of alchemy would not have such a substantial fortune.

At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of counterattacking; all he wanted was to escape as quickly as possible.

But Qin Sang had waited for this moment with such difficulty, how could he let him have his wish. Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Qin Sang was relentless, ordering Wumu Jian to continue the pressure and working with Fei Tian Ya to launch a pincer attack.

Soon, Qin Sang noticed that the Taoist priest in the crow cloak was showing signs of retreat. He disregarded all else and ordered the Flying Sky Yaksha to charge at him relentlessly, withstanding the Nine Nether Demon Fire.

The offensive is like a surging tide.

The flying night demon fearlessly clung to the Daoist in the Bird Robe, leaving no space whatsoever. Now, the Daoist in the Bird Robe is helpless and bound, stripped of his magical artifacts and injured. He finds himself in a difficult situation he can't bear.

Magic and corpse qi clashed, intertwining into a mass, indistinguishable from each other, carrying an aura of destruction, rampaging through the valley.

The valley was unrecognizable.

The peach groves are gone, and the blossoms have withered away.

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Qin Sang manipulated the Ebony Sword, weaving through the ranks to assist Feitian Yasha in restraining Qiupao Daoist. However, as the battle intensified, Qin Sang gradually felt his strength failing against Qiupao Daoist's prowess.

He felt that the Qiupao Daoist had started to fight with all his might.

The Qiapao Daoist was a true cultivator of the Jindan stage. When he started to fight with all his might, focused solely on finding a way out, the power he unleashed was truly terrifying.

The battlefield situation changes rapidly, and the Ebony Sword can only guard against attacks. It's been a long time since it found an opportunity to counterattack.

Qin Sang took a deep look at the man in the qiupao, suddenly reaching out with his hand and retracting the wumu sword. Then, he refocused his mind on the Shifang Yanluo formation, taking out the Shifang Yanluo banner from his mustard seed pouch.

Driven to the brink, Qin Sang's skin turned pale as she bled.

Ten chief souls appeared, vying for Qin Sang's essence blood.

Immediately, their breaths rose rapidly, and they jointly raised the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

'Snoring...'

The aura of the Nine Nether Demon Fire erupted, but this time, it was Qin Sang who was in control!

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He still couldn't wield his magic treasures as freely as the Qipu Daoist, and could only exert the maximum power he could control, urging a massive wave of Nine Nether Demon Fire into the battlefield.

"The Ten Directions' Hell Banner!"

A sudden surge of demonic energy erupted, followed by the incredulous shriek of the Daoist in the qiupao.

"Who are you!"

“Who are you!”

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"Who are you!"

The Taoist priests in the dove-colored robes shouted angrily and indignantly, but Qin Sang didn't respond to them.

Deep within the demonic energy, a sudden gust of wind arose, bringing with it three swirling tornadoes that dispersed the Jiuyou Demon Fire and compressed the Flying Night Demons.

At this moment, Qin Sang could only vaguely sense the state of Daoist Ji Pao, knowing that he had started to fight with all his might. He absolutely couldn't let Daoist Ji Pao escape.

He didn't care at all whether the Flying Sky Demons would be destroyed by this battle, he was reckless and had only one command: have the Flying Sky Demons attack!

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Landslide!

Across countless mountains, the city of Hanshan shuddered violently, like a dragon rolling over. The river below surged with colossal waves.

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The common folk in the city were unaware of what had transpired, panicked and uneasy.

In the City Lord's Mansion, several figures stood atop the palace, gazing towards the valley. Among them, the most accomplished cultivator was only at the early stage of foundation building, and he was a white-haired old man, advanced in years. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

They looked at each other, both with faces full of astonishment.

A young man couldn't help but ask, "Chief, what is there in the forbidden area? Why did it suddenly..."

A white-haired old man clutched his cane tightly in both hands, his arms bulging with veins. He remained silent, his cloudy eyes filled with deep worry and fear.

In the valley.

Qin Sang had already killed until his eyes were bloodshot.

He suddenly reached for his waist, and the remaining three Nascent Soul stage corpses were refined into demonic corpses. They flew out together and plunged straight into the battlefield.

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Soon, the connection to the first corpse was severed.

The second one!

The third one!

Three corpses were destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Sang didn't feel a bit of pity. His eyes were bloodshot and glared fixedly at the center of the battlefield.

He felt himself nearing his limit, his essence being consumed by the main soul once again. He was incredibly weak and almost losing control of the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

Hiten no Yasha was forced to retreat again and again, but time after time, he twisted his body and charged into the demonic energy.

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It is also struggling, with countless wounds that are deep enough to see the bone, very battered.

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