d alive by Qin Sang in the waters of Luan Island, but his cultivation was only at the late stage of foundation building. Qin Sang didn't want to waste a precious Heavenly Corpse Talisman on him. After...The Bingyu Tripod stands tall with a base that is square in shape. Each of its four sides depicts different scenes of wind and snow: there are bone-chilling gusts and heavy snows like goose feathers.

The Hall Master of the River unleashed their power, projecting four images into reality.

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sound of 'wuwu' was unsettling, these winds were gray and clearly visible, unlike ordinary cold wind. They carried the might of magic treasures within them, sharper than any blade.

A grayish wind swept across the heavens, permeating every corner, but was immediately swallowed by a blizzard, only to surge up again, swirling snow into a frenzy like an avalanche.

The battle took place on the edge of the black mist. The surrounding light was already very dim, and now with the wind and snow, all that could be seen with the naked eye was a gray-white expanse.

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Various visions appeared with the appearance of the Ice Jade Cauldron.

Between the raging wind and snow, a colossal cauldron blazed with an intense light. Its power swept across everything, causing the surrounding space to feel as if it were being crushed by the cauldron. Even the black mist seemed to solidify under its might.

Lord Jiang's eyes were only on Shang Lu, ignoring everyone else. With one hand pinching a seal and uttering a word, "Suppress!"

The giant tripod made a deafening clang, and the visions on all sides flew quickly inward, merging together in an instant. They piled up with the giant tripod, appearing above Shang Lu's head, and crashed down with a roar.

Faced with Jiang Dianzhu's life-or-death fighting style, Shang Lu was full of shock and anger, he could only respond.

The jade ruler shot up abruptly, striking first. Its front surface surged upward, and for a moment, the phantom scenery of mountains seemed endless, as if the might of the mountains had been superimposed onto the ruler.

'Boom!'

A muffled thud.

The wind and snow converge, mountains and visions collide!

The mountains age rapidly.

Two visions collapsed almost simultaneously, fragments of the illusion merging tightly together, indistinguishable from each other, a chaotic jumble.

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In the midst of the chaotic visions, there constantly rang out the sounds of two magical treasures, each incomparably profound, like a series of drums beating, shaking the very soul.

The jade ruler held fast against the massive cauldron, appearing thin and fragile but incredibly strong.

Two magic treasures appear to be evenly matched.

Just at this critical moment, a white light suddenly surged in Shang Lu's chest, bringing forth the phantom of the Heart-Protecting Mirror. It was precisely his magical artifact that could protect itself.

A white light gathered at incredible speed behind Shang Lu's head, transforming into a mirror of light.

The intense white light instantly drew the attention of countless people. The mirror clearly reflected Shang Lu's unprecedented expression of astonishment on his face.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of Lord Yin and the others skipped a beat.

Don't let them react.

With a sound of "pa," a crystal clear, jade-like emerald green dagger appeared out of thin air. It was stopped by the mirror.

The small sword pressed against the center of the mirror. The sword light was not dazzling, but its power was extraordinary. The mirror creaked and rattled, instantly covered in cracks, and was about to be pierced.

"Azure Sky Sword!"

The expressions of Master Yin and the others changed drastically.

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This sword is the natal magic treasure of Tong Lingyu. After she became the Great Elder, she obtained the qualification to control spiritual treasures and rarely used the Qingxiao Sword.

They naturally knew the origin of this sword.

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For a moment, everyone, including Shang Lu, could only think of one thing—Impossible!

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Tong Lingyu was captured by the Palace Master and would be refined into a blood servant, with no possibility of turning things around.

As the lord of the palace successfully weathered the tribulation, there is naturally no need to elaborate.

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Even if the Palace Master fails to survive the tribulation, Tong Lingyu will inevitably die. The Jiang Palace Master's side will also lose a great cultivator. There's nothing they can do about it. At worst, they can just go back and disband.

The general trend of the world is that things will eventually divide after they unite, and they will eventually unite after they divide.

Anyway, the chaos within Xuantian Palace isn't a new thing, it's always been like this.

Shang Lu believed he was invincible, but he didn't expect Tong Lingyu to be alive and come out of the Heaven Pit, launching a surprise attack from behind.

"Oh no!"

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Shang Lu's heart cried out, but this was his last thought.

He shook his long sleeves, eager to cast another protective charm, the Snow Scarf. But as soon as he raised his arm, his whole body froze solid.

In the unseen, a chill that pierced to the bone enveloped him.

Ice Soul Divine Light!

Qin Sang and the others naturally wouldn't ignore Shang Lu's treasure that could protect itself. With a little trickery, they successfully acquired it. Shang Lu tried to test Liuli during the wedding ceremony, but he also exposed his own methods. Otherwise, he could have struggled for a while longer.

“Click! Click!”

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The Glacial Divine Light froze the surrounding void, connecting Shang Lu to it.

Following closely, a sword light far more dazzling than the Azure Sky Sword roared with a ringing clang of metal from the depths of the black mist, piercing through Shang Lu's flesh and blood!

'Whoosh!'

The sword light was dazzling, like a swimming dragon.

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The golden sunken sword seemed to be venting the frustration Master felt while facing Yin Changsheng.

Shang Lu lowered his head, staring blankly at the blood hole on his chest. The sparkle in his eyes faded rapidly. He didn't even have time to escape with his Nascent Soul. His body was shredded by sword qi, turning into a paste, and he died instantly.

Qin Sang and the three others cooperated seamlessly with Jiang, the palace master, effortlessly slaying Shang Lu.

"Pfft!"

Shang Lu's body lay sprawled on the ground.

The incident happened suddenly.

The Yue surname cultivator looked at Shang Lu's corpse, his expression dazed.

'Boom!'

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder exploded beside his ear, startling the Yue surname cultivator.

Yet, Master Yin saw the situation was unfavorable and quickly took out a fist-sized transparent water ball from his pouch. Without hesitation, he threw it out.

Water globes are a type of disposable magic treasure similar to Thunder Pearls. They contain condensed wood-attributed divine thunder, which was unintentionally obtained by the former Lord of Yin Hall as a treasured artifact.

Once activated, the Aoki Divine Thunder possesses immense power and is one of Yin Dianzhu's trump cards.

However, he did not strike the treasure behind him or save people, but aimed at Elder Mei and others.

As the master of Yin Hall, who had been through countless battles, he sensed something was amiss the moment he saw the Azure Sky Sword. Unlike the slow-witted cultivator surnamed Yue, he reacted with lightning speed and made the most rational decision—to flee!

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No matter how Tong Lingyu survived, it represented the headmaster's scheme had failed.

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Tong Lingyu couldn't possibly let them get away.

There are at least three people in the black mist.

Shang Lu is dead, and the Palace Master of Yin knows he has no chance of winning.

The Aoki God Thunder condensed into a sphere, its interior like water, pure and flawless. There was not the slightest trace of anything related to lightning.

The moment it left my hand, the water ball expanded at an incredible speed, and finally I could see faint blue, thread-like lightning within.

In an instant, the Aoki Divine Thunder coalesced into a net of lightning, then contracted inward. With each contraction, it shrunk until it became a pearl-sized azure orb.

Elder Mei was the first to react, her face paling as she stumbled back. She hurriedly moved her fingers, causing the icy path on the ground to vanish without a trace. A drop of water then formed at her fingertips, instantly solidifying into a shield.

Almost the instant the sphere of energy erupted, the shield formed, only to be instantly engulfed by azure lightning. Its surface was immediately covered with countless cracks.

Elder Mei only felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, letting out a muffled groan and staggering backward, his face ashen.

Those others standing before Yin Dianzhu were also blown back along with Elder Mei. Although no one was killed, they were still unable to stop Yin Dianzhu.

Lord Yin shot out like a bolt of lightning, dissatisfied with his speed, he slapped a yellow talisman onto himself, greatly increasing his escape velocity. In an instant, he dashed towards the mountain's exterior, flying out of the sacred land's exit without looking back.

Unexpectedly, before Yin Dianzhu could even leave Fusheng Mountain, a calm voice suddenly spoke beside him.

"Where would Daoist Yin like to go"

As the sound echoed, a bolt of lightning tore through the black mist, rushing forward at an extreme speed. Even with the blessing of talismans, Hall Master Yin couldn't keep up with his opponent. In an instant, he was overtaken.

“Whoosh!”

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Qin Sang stepped out from the lightning, his phoenix wings slowly retracting behind him as he effortlessly blocked Yin Dianzhu's path.

It's you!"

Lord Yin's mind was extraordinary, he quickly calmed down, his eyes flickering, and he said coldly, "Was the Palace Master murdered by you and Tong Ni"

"Friend, didn't you see the lightning tribulation just now"

Qin Sang tasted the meaning, "Yin Changsheng's breakthrough failed, he died under his own tribulation. What does this have to do with me"

Lord Yin let out a cold snort, refraining from argument. He glanced back at the black mist and said with an urgent tone: "With your Taoist abilities, are you willing to be subservient to others, controlled by a mere woman With the fall of Palace Master, I, Yin, become the master of the Xuan Tian lineage. After Shang Lu and others' deaths, the Tianshan lineage has become fragmented and poses no threat. Listen Xue Lou lineage shares a deep connection with you, Taoist Master. Let us cooperate internally and externally, join forces to eliminate Tong Ni, seize the spirit treasure, and after returning, wouldn't it be within our grasp to arrange things as we please At that time, all four lineages will be under our control. One of us becomes Palace Master, the other Grand Elder, controlling the first great sect in Beihai. Isn't that wonderful Not only will the spirit treasure belong to you, but I can also promise to stay out of any affairs beyond the Xuan Tian lineage…"

Qin Sang curled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "Daoist friend's proposal is indeed quite tempting, but this poor Dao has no interest in power. Moreover, Daoist friend sang along with Shang Lu at the wedding, already colluding with Yin Changsheng to scheme against this poor Dao. This is something this poor Dao cannot tolerate."

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Master Yin's face darkened, and there was no more luck.

"Let's see what you're capable of, daring to block me alone!"

Lord Yin roared in anger, his mouth opening wide to unleash a blue orb he had been secretly preparing.

The light sphere split into ten, charging toward the sky and transforming into ten blue auroras, hanging above.

Each halo was about the size of a human head. After splitting, they moved quickly and then transformed into ten ice mirrors. The front of each ice mirror was engraved with complex runes, all aimed at Qin Sang.

"Falling into the Divine Forbidden…"

Qin Sang glanced at the ice mirror, his expression unperturbed.

The moment Lord Yin wielded the orb of light, he felt a familiar wave.

Having just witnessed the power of Luoyu's divine prohibition, Qin Sang naturally wouldn't forget it.

However, when Yin Changsheng cast this forbidden technique, he had thirteen ice mirrors at his disposal. Yin Dianzhu could only transform ten, and the runes on their surfaces were not as complex as Yin Changsheng's, resulting in a significant power difference.

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The mirror shot out a strange light, transforming into a forbidden diagram and aiming directly at Qin Sang. It smashed down without any hesitation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ice throne, the divine light instantly engulfed Qin Sang.

Upon seeing this, Lord Yin's face, which had just shown a hint of joy, suddenly turned pale with horror.

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Inside the God's Seal, a powerful demonic fire aura suddenly erupted, bursting out from within was a black shadow, a fiery dragon composed of demonic flames!

The forbidden images shattered one after another.

In Yin Dianzhu's astonished gaze, the Flame Dragon broke through the layers of talismans like a broken bamboo, its body twisted for a moment, then without hesitation surged upward towards the ice mirror.

"Wow!"

The ice mirror shattered instantly, being swept away by the demonic flames.

Qin Sang's figure was still in place, his finger pointing at Yin Dianzhu. The fire-breathing demon dragon pounced down.

Yin Changsheng's meticulously arranged Huosheng Luoyu Shrine could withstand even the Nine Nether Demon Fires, let alone now!

In haste, Lord Yin raised his head and with a flick, white vapor emanated from his crown, transforming into a profound qi hand. Its power surpassed that of the cultivator surnamed Yue, but it was still slightly inferior to that of Elder Yin Changsheng.

Such top-tier divine abilities, even the Xuan Tian Palace wouldn't have too many in its collection.

Lord Yin, the master of the palace, is just like Xiao's Yin Changsheng. His martial arts and supernatural powers are inherited from one another.

For Qin Sang, two similar opponents felt vastly different. Dealing with Yin Dianzhu was noticeably easier. At this moment, he didn't even need to use the Heavenly Eye Divine Light.

'Boom!'

With a clap of his hands, Xuan Qi swooped down to seize the fire dragon.

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The magic fire had no substance and vanished in a flash.

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Enveloped by raging fire, the Xuanqi Great Hand suddenly felt a sense of disarray.

In Lord Yin's hand, his teeth gritted tight. His mind raced, and without hesitation, he detonated his Xuan Qi Great Hand, seizing the time. At the same time, his right wrist trembled imperceptibly, a silver flash disappearing in an instant.

The next moment.

The silver light reappeared, but it was less than a zhang away from Qin Sang.

This object was originally a silver needle as fine as a hair. It flew without a sound or ripple, very sinister. By the time the opponent noticed something was amiss, it was too late to resist.

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But no matter how well hidden it is, Qin Sang won't be fooled.

He has too many ways to cope.

Behind her, phoenix wings fluttered and suddenly spread wide. Qin Sang immediately prepared to transform into lightning, teleporting elsewhere.

Just then.

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Qin Sang suddenly heard two consecutive soft shouts.

"Humph!"

"Aha!"

Hmm, harh, not a real drinking sound.

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Even if someone stood beside Qin Sang now, they wouldn't hear this sound, because the shout was assaulting their primordial spirit!

Psychic Attack Technique!

Qin Sang's eyes lit up.

He had always been very interested in this kind of secret arts, but he never found one powerful enough. He only possessed great divine knowledge but couldn't fully utilize his advantages.

Yin Changsheng perished in a heavenly tribulation, Qin Sang thought his divine consciousness attack secret art was like the "Tongbao Jue" from Xia Que, taken into the underworld by him.

Even the Hall Master Yin knows this!

It feels somewhat similar, but different from Yin Changsheng. I wonder if it's because Master Yin hasn't perfected his cultivation, or if Yin Changsheng modified it later.

Yin Changsheng sealed himself in an ice coffin for hundreds of years, which gave him plenty of time to ponder over secret arts.

"Showing off one's skills in front of the master!"

Qin Sang let out a cold snort, showing no signs of abnormality. His body transformed into lightning, easily dodging the silver needles. Then, with a flick of his light, he surged forward towards Lord Yin.

The killing move was broken.

To make matters worse, the Xuanqi giant fist was extinguished in the demon flames, unable to resist the Flame Dragon.

Hall Master Yin was greatly shocked, and hastily sacrificed a seal. The ancient characters on the seal shot out, each brimming with divine might, bursting forth relentlessly to resist stubbornly.

But before Master Yin could let out a breath of relief, the surrounding area suddenly darkened, and a sharp, piercing aura filled the air.

Within sight, there were only countless sword threads.

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“Sword Formation!”

The Master Yin was greatly astonished and flustered.

The broken sounds of the ancient characters were like muffled thunder, causing him to feel even more terrified.

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"Bang!"

Fang Yin's power has been depleted.

The magic fire and sword formation encircled, the scene inside was chaotic to the extreme. Outsiders could no longer see Yin Dianzhu and Qin Sang, only hearing the continuous crashing sounds of collisions.

Taking advantage of the chaos as cover, the outer avatar quietly appeared, materializing behind Lord Yin.

By the time Lord Yin discovered something was amiss behind him, it was already too late.

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Pfft!

Her avatar's hand transformed into a glacial talon, piercing deeply into the back of Lord Yin.

The master of the Yin Palace, Tian Ling's head flashed with light as his Nascent Soul escaped.

To the unexpected, as soon as the nascent yuan-infant appeared, a demonic fire seemed to have been waiting there all along, charging forward. The expression of Lord Yin immediately became dazed, and before he could teleport, he was imprisoned!p at the sky.Though there was no thick fog in the cave, a cloud-like mass of heavy mist gathered at its apex. What was even more peculiar was that deep underground, within the mist, there were flashes...