It looked like the sun and the moon were sharing the same sky, and the scorching air waves dispersed all the clouds over hundreds of miles. Just taking a breath made one's throat burn.
Yun Jiujiu covered her forehead with her hands as she squinted at the blazing flames that suddenly exploded above her head, cursing. "What the hell?!"
Xue Tianqiao, who was in her arms, narrowed her eyes as if she sensed something was wrong and scurried under Yun Jiujiu's collar with a squeal. "Yiip..."
"Hey? Where are you hiding?!"
Feng Yu Die, who was sitting behind her, retracted her *Spring Phase* energy, which had restored the sanity of the *Justice Division* disciples on the three flying boats. She sensed the spiritual energy in the sky that should belong to a *Nascent Soul* cultivator and immediately shouted. "Xiao Tian!"Yun Jiujiu, who was tugging at her collar, suddenly looked back, puzzled. "What the hell is Xiao Tian?!"
Feng Yu Die didn't know what the fiery body in the sky was, but Ye Anping had mentioned it in the treasure bag he had given her:
---*If Fu Yuanhua uses her true energy to activate the Yama Seven Forms Array, use your Spring Phase energy to break the formation.*
---*The Spring Phase in your aura, which nurtures all living things, and the death phase in the Yama Seven Forms, which takes away vitality, are at the opposite ends of yin and yang. Once they collide, the yin and yang, which can not be unified, will merge into one chaotic energy phenomenon.*
---*At that time, ask Xiao Tian to use the spiritual energy of the Holy Emperor Dragon Body to protect everyone around.*
*"Got it!!"*
Xiao Tian clapped her hands together above Feng Yu Die's head with an ethereal sound, and then made sword fingers with her hands, twisted them, and swung them on both sides.Golden spiritual energy spread out from the top of Feng Yu Die's forehead, forming a huge net that enveloped the three immortal ships speeding forward.
Sound and heat waves arrived almost simultaneously.
*Rumble...*
The *Justice Division* disciples who had just recovered from the *Yama Seven Forms* didn't even have time to react before they were knocked over by the violent shaking of the immortal boat. Several of them were even thrown over the deck railing.
The condensed golden spiritual energy net had no physical form. The disciples who fell off the immortal boat were instantly ignited by the chaotic energy and turned into ashes without even a scream.
Feng Yu Die clenched her teeth, muttering under her breath. "If Master Ye were here..."
Just as she was thinking about what to do next...
*Swoosh---*
A black sword light flashed across the sky.
The cold night, which was reversed to daytime due to the chaotic energy, returned to the silence of night again in an instant.
The blazing fireball in the sky seemed to have been shattered by this sword force, instantly disappearing without a trace.
The heat wave that hit the golden net also stopped, allowing everyone in the immortal boat to see the road ahead again...
"Shit!!"
Yun Jiujiu's shout snapped Feng Yu Die back from her thoughts. She looked forward and saw that the flying ship they were riding on was rapidly crashing into an isolated rock pillar that was nearly a thousand feet tall.
*"Yu Die!!"*
"Where's the helmsman? Turn the rudder!"
Yun Jiujiu widened her eyes and roared at the disciples who were controlling the direction of the flying ship.
However, the disciples who were at the helm seemed to have died under the swords of their fellow disciples caught in Fu Yuanhua's spell, and the flying boat showed no sign of changing course.
Many of the *Justice Division* disciples in the *Core Formation* stage tried to use their spiritual power to change the flying boat's direction. Yun Jiujiu even picked up her giant sword and rushed toward the sky-high rock pillar that was blocking the road ahead, as if she wanted to split it directly by force.
Feng Yu Die also hurriedly called out. "Old Dragon!!"
But it was too late...
*Boom--!!*
With a loud reverberating noise, their flying ship crashed into the rock pillar.
The hundred-foot-long divine flying boat was compressed into wood dregs, mixed with the broken rock pieces of the thousand-foot-long rock pillar, and scattered like fireworks...
...
"Hah---!"
A loud shout rang out.
After Fu Yuanhua split the blazing sun that exploded due to the destruction of her spiritual treasure, she was now in tatters, with black burns on her face and body.
She gritted her teeth and exhaled a black mist while looking at the three immortal ships protected by a golden net, her eyes extremely alert.
There was actually an immortal cultivator with the spirit of *Spring Phase* on one of these three immortal ships?!
If she had known there was such a person, she would never have used her hidden *Yama Seven Forms Furnace*, which was a *Nascent Soul* stage spiritual treasure that had helped her survive countless life-threatening situations.
In the end, not only did it explode, but it almost dragged in the hundreds of ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples she borrowed from Patriarch Ghost...
Fu Yuanhua suddenly remembered Gu Mingxin and He Jiming, who were beside her just now. She hurriedly turned around to look for them.
The ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples who were originally neatly lined up on their flying swords were also blown away by that blazing sun.
She glanced around and saw that at least thirty *Core Formation* cultivators had disappeared. They must have been turned into ashes in the heat wave just now.
Fu Yuanhua sighed in relief as she saw Gu Mingxin shielding herself and He Jiming with spiritual energy a hundred feet below her.
"Whew..."
Gu Mingxin removed the blood-colored spiritual shield in front of her, glanced at He Jiming, who was terrified and at a loss, and said coldly, "He Jiming, you owe me your life."
Then, she headed toward Fu Yuanhua.
After He Jiming came to his senses, he remembered the scene from earlier and was horrified.
If it weren't for Gu Mingxin, he would probably have turned into ashes like the thirty ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples who disappeared...
He hurriedly flew on his sword, following Gu Mingxin to Fu Yuanhua, and reluctantly nodded to her. "Thank you..."
Without sparing him a glance, Gu Mingxin coldly answered, "You're welcome."
Fu Yuanhua looked at them and then at the hundreds of *Core Formation* stage disciples she borrowed from Patriarch Ghost.
More than a hundred disciples who were close to her just now had disappeared. Even their storage bags had turned into ashes in the blazing sun and became part of the desert. The remaining hundreds of disciples were also blown away and suffered some injuries.
It seemed that Gu Mingxin not only protected He Jiming but also all these people...
Fu Yuanhua let out a long breath. Just as she was about to speak, a loud noise from behind interrupted her.
*Boom---*
As the three immortal ships were flying in parallel, the middle one collided with a towering rock pillar in the desert and shattered into pieces...
As for the other two, just as they were about to collide, they slightly adjusted their direction and brushed past the stone pillar. Without stopping, they continued to flee in the southwest direction.
Fu Yuanhua felt really sorry after losing a *Nascent Soul* spiritual treasure, but if she could catch the cultivator with the *Spring Phase* and turn him or her into a refining furnace, it would be worth it!
*Spring Phase* was a kind of dragon spirit. In ancient times, people killed almost all dragons in order to obtain this *Spring Phase* essence. Even now, the magic tools and swords made from dragon bones were still top-notch.
She now hoped that the cultivator with *Spring Phase* was not on the crashed immortal boat. If he died there, that would be a great loss for her.
Fu Yuanhua's eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately barked out an order. "Check it!!"
Gu Mingxin and He Jiming cupped their hands in response, then brought the remaining three hundred ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples.
When they arrived above the destroyed immortal ship, He Jiming saw that some of the *Justice Division* disciples were still alive, so he said, "Elder Fu, I'll bring some people to take care of this..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Fu Yuanhua simply ignored his request and called over a ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciple.
"You take one hundred people to deal with these immortal cultivators, and the rest of you will chase the other two immortal boats with me."
"Understood!"
He Jiming watched in embarrassment as the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciple waved his hand and flew downward with a hundred people. He shut his mouth and followed Fu Yuanhua obediently, going after the other two fleeing immortal boats.
...
*Buzz---*
Buzzing became the only sound in Feng Yu Die's ears.
She slowly opened her eyes. Xiao Tian was clinging to her face, worry written all over her face, and judging from her mouth shape, she seemed to be calling *"Yu Die! Yu Die!!"*
Feng Yu Die blinked blankly, and her consciousness and five senses gradually recovered.
*Clatter---*
At first, it was the sound of rain, then the sound of swords clashing from all directions, and the sound of magic explosions in the distance.
And then, Yun Jiujiu's irritable loli voice. "Damn it!!! Die already!!"
Not far from her, Yun Jiujiu was wielding her giant sword, which was bigger than herself, fighting with three *Core Formation* stage demonic cultivators wearing ghost masks.
The sky was already thick with dark clouds, lightning, and thunder.
Feng Yu Die didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but the heavy rain falling on her now told her that she had likely been unconscious for a long time.
*"Yu Die!! Yu Die!!"*
Feng Yu Die tried to respond, but her throat felt like there was something stuck in it, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she violently spat out a mouthful of blood clots. After a while, she was barely able to speak. "Cough cough, I'm okay... Has Young Master Ye arrived?
Xiao Tian froze, momentarily not knowing how to reply.
Although she was pleased that Feng Yu Die was thinking of Anping, now was not the right time.
No matter how good Ye Anping was at predicting things, it was impossible for him to know that something had happened to them so quickly!
But looking at Feng Yu Die's exhausted eyes, she took a deep breath and said, *"Yu Die, Anping is on the way! He's almost here!"*
"Uhm..."
Feng Yu Die took a deep breath and quickly took out a bottle of pills, bit the cork, and poured a few pills into her mouth, then used all her strength to support herself.
Realizing that Xiao Yunluo's sword was nowhere to be seen, she looked around, hurried over to a fallen *Justice Division* disciple, and crouched down to pick up his bloodstained sword.
"Sorry, I need to borrow your sword!"
Yun Jiujiu, still fighting with the demonic cultivators, shouted. "Everyone, come to me!! They've recovered!!"
The thirty-two disciples of the *Justice Division* who were fighting the demonic cultivators around them heard the call and pushed the demonic cultivators back, then they all landed next to Yun Jiujiu and formed magic seals at the same time, sending out spiritual energy in her body.
"You bastards!! Come on--!"
Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath and thrust the giant sword in front of her. Together with the thirty-two disciples, they formed a *Spirit Controlling Formation* and condensed a spiritual shield that could barely cover everyone.
*Thunderbolt---*
Lightning flashed through the dark clouds.
Dense spiritual light like rain flew out from the demonic cultivator formation several miles away and poured toward their side, smashing into the spiritual shield and exploding with a deafening roar.
While maintaining the spirit shield, Yun Jiujiu fished out several bottles of Spirit Gathering pills from her storage bag and threw them to the disciples behind her. "Hurry up and eat these!! After the spell, those Sword cultivators of ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect are coming again!"
This was the first time Feng Yu Die had witnessed such a battle between hundreds of cultivators, and it took her a while before she regained her senses. She leaned toward Yun Jiujiu and imitated the disciples of the *Justice Division*, sending her spiritual energy.
Yun Jiujiu, who was sweating profusely, suddenly felt relieved. She looked back, and seeing that Feng Yu Die had woken up, it was as if she had seen a savior. She shouted excitedly. "You're finally awake, you idiot!! It's been three hours!!! Hurry up and find a way to finish those demonic cultivators!! If it goes on like this, when that *Nascent Soul* cultivator comes back, we'll all die here!"
*Boom--!!*
The violent explosion was close at hand, and even with the spiritual shield, one could still feel the pressure.
When Feng Yu Die saw the surrounding disciples of the *Justice Division*, covered in wounds, all looking at her with expectant eyes, she felt as if she was carrying a thousand-pound weight on her shoulders.
She was actually at a loss for what to do...
Feng Yu Die looked at Xiao Tian and conveyed with her eyes. *Call Old Dragon out!*
*"Yu Die, the dragon can't come out. I have already distributed spiritual energy to these people before, otherwise, Miss Yun couldn't hold on for that long. Those demonic cultivators don't fight head-on, it seems that they just want to wear us out and wait for that *Nascent Soul* cultivator to come back..."*
"..."
Then let's just hold on until Master Ye comes...
Just like before, as long as Young Master Ye arrived, he would be able to solve any problem...
Feng Yu Die thought so subconsciously and tightened the sword in her hand. However, Xiao Tian roughly saw through her thoughts, and after hesitating for a while, she told the truth. *"Yu Die, Anping... Anping won't come this time! He doesn't know!"*
"..."
Feng Yu Die's eyes widened slightly, and the slight hope instantly turned into despair.
The fire spell exploded within arm's reach, and Yun Jiujiu staggered and almost fell to her knees. "Feng Yu Die, what are you doing standing there?! Do something, I can't hold on any longer! Ah---!"
Feng Yu Die bit her lips tightly and remembered the treasure bag Ye Anping gave her before she set off. She quickly reached into the storage bag to search for it, but she was too nervous and her hand slipped, causing dozens of small treasure bags to fall and scatter at her feet.
"Ah?!"
She hurriedly knelt on the ground and started picking up those pouches one by one.
When the disciples of the *Justice Division* saw her in such a sorry state, their expectant eyes gradually dimmed.
At this moment, she was just a hair's breadth away from collapsing. Yun Jiujiu saw this humiliating appearance of hers and hurriedly drew the crowd's attention back to her, raising her voice.
"I'm the Second Young Miss of the Sword Sect! Listen to me, let's hold on this wave, then follow me out! All of you are disciples of the ***Imperial*** Sect's *Justice Division*! The *Justice Division* has been stationed at the Eastern Great Wall which has not been breached for a thousand years. These dozens of *Core Formation* demonic cultivators are nothing!"
"..."
"Well?! I'm talking to you!!"
Yun Jiujiu frowned slightly. She felt that it was because she was too short that these disciples of the *Justice Division* did not listen to her. She decided to take the lead and fight until shattering her core, just like when she rescued Yun Yiyi in the Sword Sect.
She owed her life to Feng Yu Die, so now it was time to return it to her.
At this time, Feng Yu Die who was rummaging through the brocade pouches in front of her suddenly paused in her movements.
Among the nearly forty bags that Ye Anping gave her, there was one with the words "*Desperate*" embroidered on the surface. Feng Yu Die tore it open as if she had found a treasure and took out the note inside.
It read:
---*"Feng Yu Die, you are the destiny of the world, the Heavenly Pivot. Don't rely too much on me, the Reverse Star. I can help you for a while, but not for the rest of your life."*
"..."
Feng Yu Die stared blankly at the words on the note. Then, she noticed that there were more words on the back and quickly turned it over to look.
---*"If you survive Gu Mingxin and Fu Yuanhua, I will let my sister kiss you."*
"..."
*Boom---!!*
After a flame bigger than the previous one exploded, the spells of the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples came to an abrupt end.
Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath and ordered. "Close the formation! Follow me!"
Feng Yu Die directly interrupted. "Jiujiu!! Throw me over with all your strength!"
"Huh?!"
Yun Jiujiu froze for a moment and turned back to ask Feng Yu Die what she was up to, but after watching her snatch two more swords from the two disciples at her side, she understood.
"Don't die!!"
With that, she grabbed Feng Yu Die's wrist and took a deep breath. Several veins popped out on her forehead as she stomped on the sandstone with her feet and spun in circles.
"Hah ah ah ah--!!"
The moment she was released, Feng Yu Die gritted her teeth and swung the sword with all her strength.
*Swoosh---*
The sound of the sword echoed through the desert like an eagle's cry.
Two miles away, the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples flying on their swords saw a flash of white light under the curtain of rain. Before they could see the scene clearly, they felt a suffocating energy pressure!
Bright cold light swept across the necks of several demonic cultivators in an instant.
Feng Yu Die charged into the formation alone. She looked around and realized that the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect disciples were already looking at her. Frowning slightly, she used the *Nine Heavens Sword* Technique to create waves of scattered light.
Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath. From where she stood, the sword light that Feng Yu Die drew among the demonic cultivators seemed as tiny as stars.
No matter how talented she was, rushing into the midst of nearly a hundred cultivators of the same level alone was nothing more than a moth rushing into the flame.
However, these star-sized sword lights turned into sparks in the eyes of the remaining thirty-two disciples of the *Justice Division* who had previously lost their will to fight.
Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath. "Follow me!!!"
