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The system said that the blood of the Yan family has a strong restraining effect on the demons. As the person with the purest bloodline of the Yan family, Yan Qingshuang's blood may also have a restraining effect on the demons.

Although she didn't know whether she could really restrain the devil, she had to try it. However, for various reasons, she never tried it.

Ever since she separated from Jiang Wenbai that day, she has been traveling alone. She has easily dealt with a few powerful Fallen Gods, but she found that this method of eliminating Fallen Gods one by one was too slow and inefficient, and even the number of people saved was pitifully small.

What's worse, she just rescued some mortals today, but as soon as she left, those fallen gods appeared again and killed those mortals. In this way, her efforts were in vain.

Is there any formation that can restrain the devil and protect humans? ! It seems that there is none. After all, the gods are too powerful. To them, ordinary formations are just toys that will break with a wave of their hands.

But without a formation, if she had to kill them one by one by herself, she would be afraid that humans would become extinct before all the fallen gods were killed.

Humans are too weak, so the time left for Yan Wenmo is becoming increasingly tight, even stretched.

Just like at this moment, Yan Wenmo looked at the village destroyed by the fallen god, the burning houses and the fallen corpses, and could only remain silent.

It still doesn't work, it's still not enough, it's still too weak, she still doesn't seem to be strong enough.

What should I do? ! What can I do? ! Yan Wenmo thought, thought, and thought for a long time. She looked at her wrist and thought that she might give it a try now.

She is now a god and has divinity in her blood, so her blood may be able to resist these fallen gods and even prevent them from harming mortals.

But this is just a guess. Whether it will work is still a question. However, the experiment is the only criterion for testing the truth. Perhaps she can do an experiment today.

In order to verify her guess, Yan Wenmo simply chose a village and used her own blood to draw a demon-killing formation. The formation was not big and could only cover a few villages, but for her, it was enough.

The falling god came at a very coincidental time. After Yan Wenmo's formation was drawn, in order to verify whether his guess was correct, Yan Wenmo decided not to take action, but to let the formation to resist the falling god.

At first, blocked by the formation, Zhuishen had a contemptuous smile on his face, but then, as time went by, his smile turned into solemnity and even anxiety.

He didn't quite understand why the formation that he had easily broken in the past was so difficult to break today, but he didn't give up and continued to persevere.

One fallen god was not enough, so there were two, three, ten. More and more fallen gods gathered, but the formation did not break at all, and not even a trace was left.

There is no better news than this, Yan Wenmo thought, and for a moment he actually had the illusion of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, there is still a way. As long as he has enough blood, he can still save more people.

Because she realized the usefulness of her blood, Yan Wenmo began her journey of drawing arrays. From the city to the town to the village, she walked and drew all the way, her steps never stopped, her blood never stopped flowing, and she never stopped for a moment.

Perhaps to God, mortals are nothing more than a group of ants, a species that is not worthy of existence, but to Yan Wenmo, mortals are the most worthy species in this world.

They may be treacherous and cunning, hypocritical and lewd, or have dark minds, but... this is only a part, an extremely hidden part.

Even humans have extremely bright existences, like the farmer who, knowing that he cannot win, still picks up a hoe and a hatchet to chop at the gods.

It's like a general who, knowing he will die, still protects the women and children and runs away first, and then leads his soldiers to resist the gods.

Just like an emperor who sacrificed himself in exchange for the life of his subjects.

It’s like a monk who knows he can’t win but still picks up his magic weapon and attacks the gods.

They are weak, they are not strong, they are stupid, even foolish.

But it is because of such existence and such bravery that human beings have been able to overcome difficulties, disasters and even divine punishment time and time again.

Human beings are never afraid of difficulties, nor are they afraid of difficulties. Weakness is not their choice, but a gift from God.

But even the weak ones use their deaths to prove that the strong are never divided by strength, but by courage.

In this world, there is no shortage of wise men or foolish men, but there is a shortage of brave men, brave men who do what they know is impossible, brave men who dare to go against the current, and brave men who refuse to give up no matter how difficult it is.

Brave people enjoy the world first, and brave people challenge the world first. The rules set by God are not perfect, and there is no need for imperfect rules to exist.

Just like those gods who were originally mortals, but because they became gods, they felt that they were superior and that everyone else was just ants. They... don't deserve to exist either.

In the end, it took Yan Wenmo a month to draw formations on all the towns in the human world. She used blood to connect and fuse the formations together, creating a territory that would not be disturbed by the fallen gods, and was not even afraid of the fallen gods' attacks. However, this almost exhausted all her efforts.

Maybe she should rest, or maybe she should have rested, but she didn't have enough time to rest.

Humans have a living space, but it is still too small. Those fallen gods are eyeing this place that is not occupied by them. Even if this formation can resist them, how many years can it last? !

One year, two years, or even ten years; the fallen gods have a long time to wait, but humans do not have that long time to live.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo could only take a temporary break instead of completely relaxing.

Not to mention, she had just received new news from Xuanyuan Jing, saying that the Haotian Sect was besieged by fallen gods, and the supreme leader and the supreme elders were seriously injured and unconscious due to a sneak attack by fallen gods disguised as disciples.

Xiaoyaozi was also seriously injured due to his lack of strength. Danchenzi, Shangguan Zhi, Ouyang Xian and others were also seriously injured. Even the Haotian Sect had been occupied by the Fallen God and completely destroyed.

This result seemed unexpected, but it was also reasonable. After all, the Haotian Sect was the number one sect in the world. Not to mention the large number of cultivators, its foundation meant that it was destined that he would be targeted by the fallen gods sooner or later.

But the news was not good after all, so Yan Wenmo, who had just finished his work, could only rush to Qianyang Sect.

The reason why they rushed to Qianyang Sect was because Qianyang Sect and Haotian Sect once had a teleportation array. Thanks to the existence of this teleportation array, Haotian Sect was able to survive without even a little incense.

At this time, the Qianyang Sect was in a state of chaos. The cultivators from the Wanren Sect, the Haotian Sect, and the original cultivators of the Qianyang Sect all gathered together in a noisy manner. They were talking about the recent changes and the formation that had appeared inexplicably.

They spoke happily and seemed relieved, but Jiang Wenbai's expression was particularly solemn, because he smelled the smell of blood on the formation, plus Yan Wenmo's blood had caused all kinds of damage to the demon cultivator before. He was not a fool, he knew what Yan Wenmo had done!

Can they be blamed?! Who can be blamed?! Without this method, can they kill the fallen gods? Can they protect the mortals?! No, not only can they not, but as time goes by, the number of mortals will decrease.

In the end, it was because he was too weak. If not, why would he need her... need her to make such a sacrifice? In the end, it was because he was not working hard enough. Otherwise, how could the person he had vowed to protect become more and more seriously injured? !