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The golden light, accompanied by a bloody mist, passed by Luo Ciying.

"Ciying, I'm leaving first!"

"Have a safe trip, Yuntian!"

The blood mist was absorbed by the formation under the foul air. At the same time, blood-red chains appeared in the hall of the ancient city and bound the incomplete soul.

"The time has come!"

Cihang's eyes lit up, and the remaining Buddhist beads flew out of Lin Fuping's arms. The twelve Buddhist beads formed a formation above Lin Fuping's head, guiding the wishes from the outside world into the main hall of the ancient city.

Millions of wishes exploded like a depth charge dropped into the sea, forcing the foul air back ten meters. The blood-colored chains moved, pulling the incomplete soul into the golden wish power.

"Hoohoho-"

The dark and incomplete soul was wrapped in the golden wish power, and a crackling sound came from its body. The mindless soul also let out an angry roar.

"Mr. Lin, now it's up to you!"

Cihang's wish clone turned into armor and attached to Lin Fuping.

"Don't worry, Abbot! When it comes to fighting, my Sword Sect has never been afraid."

Lin Fuping's eyes lit up, and he held the Star Sword tightly in his hand, full of fighting spirit.

Being able to fight against a Mahayana cultivator is something that many sword cultivators dream of. Although this Mahayana cultivator only has a broken soul and no reason, and now some of his power is imprisoned, he is still a Mahayana cultivator after all.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, but I don’t know how much experience he can bring to me!

War is imminent!

...

"Master Cihang? Was that Master Cihang just now!?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

Some people are going crazy. There have never been so many twists and turns in entering secret realms and ruins in the past.

"Master Cihang has passed away? Should we report this to the family/sect?"

The first thing some people thought of was whether the power in Ximo would change after Cihang’s death.

"Should we still go into this ruin?"

Some people want to retreat. Cihang died here, and the Buddhist sect doesn’t know what measures to take. Are they still safe?

"Let's play it by ear!"

Some people turned their attention to the Li family, the Sword Sect and other forces. Seeing that they had no intention of retreating, they put their minds at ease and waited quietly.

Li Fuji held the compass in his hand, and there was no sadness in his eyes because of Cihang's death. Instead, there were stars flashing in his eyes.

"Well..."

Blood oozes from Li Fuji's eyes

"Fuji, are you okay? What did you see?"

Li Fuji wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, shook his head slowly and said:

"It's okay. I didn't see it clearly. I just vaguely saw cracks in the cage that trapped Ximo."

"Is it 'that'?"

"Who else could it be except her?"

Li Fuji sighed and continued:

"Don't forget the old ancestor's order. Give her the greatest help within the permitted scope."

The other man was silent for a long time, then he said something.

"Do you think she needs our help?"

Li Fuji was silent!

...

"Tsk, it hurts so much!"

The golden wish power and the black foul air were fighting against each other. Lin Fuping, who was within the wish power, had several wounds on his body. These wounds emitted black air, and the Forget-Sorrow Song eliminated the evil spirits in an instant.

The incomplete soul on the other side turned into soul fragments and was chopped into pieces by Lin Fuping. However, relying on the special properties of the evil spirit, its ability to move and its extremely strong aggressiveness, it is still trying to devour Lin Fuping.

"Donor Lin, you did a great job!"

The armor on Lin Fuping spoke, and Lin Fuping forced himself to forget the embarrassment and glanced at the tattered armor on his body.

“It’s all thanks to the abbot’s protection, otherwise Fu Ping wouldn’t be able to defeat this thing.

"But, Abbot, your clone is damaged here, does it have no impact on your original body?"

This is just a talking armor, just an armor, it's not an old man.

"This body is only a part of my wish power. Even if it is destroyed here, it will not be damaged."

"In that case, please protect me one last time, Abbot."

Lin Fuping said that he was going to use his ultimate skill and needed to accumulate energy.

"Mr. Lin, please feel free to do what you want."

"Thank you very much!"

The armor fell off Lin Fuping and turned into a ball of light, wrapping Lin Fuping inside.

Lin Fuping calmed down, held his breath, and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to gather it on the Star Sword.

"Roar--"

Seven or eight pieces of soul fragments rushed towards the ball of light that wrapped Lin Fuping at the same time, but they were all blocked by the ball of light. There was not much time left, just one breath was enough.

"Sword shatters the stars!"

The sharp sword light was mixed with the power of the stars. The moment it exploded, the soul fragments that were rushing towards it turned into nothingness and dissipated between heaven and earth.

From then on, Yunhua's soul completely dissipated.

Lin Fuping also fell in the hall, and the sea of ​​destiny under him activated. After a moment, Lin Fuping appeared in the original place. His spiritual power had been restored, but the damage caused by the foul air was still on his body.

"really..."

Lin Fuping looked at the wounds on his body and thought to himself, the second skill is still not as good as the ultimate skill!

"Master Lin, your...spatial skills are amazing!"

A cracked, dimly glowing Buddhist bead made a sound.

"Abbot, are you still here?!"

Lin Fuping was surprised. The sword shattered the stars without distinguishing between friend and foe. In other words, the light ball would withstand as many attacks as the soul fragments had.

It seems that transcending the tribulation and Mahayana are really different! Even if it is just a wish-power clone, then... can the Emperor Jiang Weiqiu, who has lived for tens of millions of years, still defeat it?

He is also undergoing tribulation, and it is very likely that he is even at the peak of tribulation.

"Luckily, there is still a trace of willpower, but it will disappear soon. Donor Lin, please purify the foul air as soon as possible. The Buddha Temple does not have much willpower left."

Lin Fuping looked outside the light curtain, and it had become much dimmer.

"Yes, Fu Ping knows."

Lin Fuping reached the edge of the light curtain, stretched out his hand, and began to release the Forget Worry Song. Without the foul air of the Mahayana stage soul, the quality had been reduced to the same level as other county cities. But the quantity was still a bit too much.

Jueming used the last remaining power of his will to guide the power of the Buddhist temple into Lin Fuping's body to protect her. Then, he disappeared in the hall.

Lin Fuping began his solo journey of purification, just like before.

...

Three months had passed before they knew it. During these three months, people from other forces kept coming, including spies from the Western Desert Bandits.

But now, no one paid any attention to them because they found that the restrictions outside the building had been relaxed.

I think it’s not far from entering!

Boom boom boom——

The main hall in the center of the ancient city collapsed. Lin Fuping was lying in the ashes, staring blankly at the palm of his hand.

"This... is the greatest opportunity for Tianyue Nation!"

"Well done. The next place is Hanyun Temple. I will wait for you there. Also..."

Luo Ciying glanced at Lin Fuping's palm

"The best one is the one that suits you. Although the Mahayana inheritance is good, Your Majesty Yunhua has learned a lot. You should consider whether to accept it or not."