Originally, I wanted to wear that green hair crown, but my junior brother flipped the tab

"Sizzle—"

The final, enhanced "Lightning Strike Talisman" transformed into a thin, wisp of lightning in mid-air, striking the rhinoceros's rump and merely burning a patch of its rough, thick hide.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

The one-horned rhinoceros angrily pawed at the ground, puffing out two plumes of white smoke from its nostrils, and looked ready to charge.

"Out of stock! We can't live like this!"

Mo Chengyue looked at the empty storage bag in his hand, his heart bleeding.

This isn't protecting the Dharma; it's clearly filling a bottomless pit with seawater!

"Damn it, I've already invested half my life savings. If I back out now, all the spirit stones I've invested will be wasted! I absolutely cannot do this kind of losing business!"

He gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"These two top combatants must survive. From now on, Qingquan Peak's KPIs will all depend on them. This is a venture capital investment for me!"

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the total value of the talismans he threw out was enough to buy a detached courtyard with a hot spring in the outer sect of the Hehuan Sect!

If Wenren Ji wakes up and he doesn't reimburse him three to five times the amount, he swears he'll pawn that kid's sword to the death!

"Second Senior Sister, is there any more... oops, I mean, any more spiritual power?" Mo Chengyue shouted as he backed away.

Qin Wanzhuang's condition at this moment can only be described as tragic.

She knelt on one knee, the "Blazing Sun" sword in her hand dimmed to the point of resembling a fire poker.

His once dashing black outfit was now not only stained with the stench of demonic blood, but also torn in several places.

Especially on his left shoulder, a deep claw mark that exposed bone was oozing blood.

Even so, upon hearing Mo Chengyue's question, she suppressed her physical discomfort, frowned, and used the only clean part of her sleeve to dab away the bloodstains on her eyelashes with extreme restraint.

"...It's so dirty."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a deep disdain for this unclean world.

"I can still swing my sword one more time. But after that, I can only lie down and wait to die."

Qin Wanzhuang spoke casually, as if they were discussing not life or death, but rather what to have for dinner.

Mo Chengyue's lips twitched.

Do the people from Qingquan Peak all have some kind of serious brain disorder?

"roar--!!!"

The beast horde launched another all-out attack.

The armored bear, acting as the BOSS, was like an out-of-control heavy truck, crashing through three ancient trees along the way and bringing with it a suffocating, foul stench as it charged straight at the exhausted Qin Wanzhuang.

And in the shadows further away.

Several extremely subtle, cold glints, like the hiss of venomous snakes, silently locked onto Mo Chengyue's back and neck.

Those monks who had been hiding in the shadows like "Voldemort" finally couldn't resist making their move.

They don't fight monsters, they only fight people.

This is called a K-head.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Mo Chengyue's sense of crisis, which was sharper than a dog's, instantly went berserk.

Before he could even turn around, his body instinctively made a perfectly standard "dogeza" (a traditional Chinese kneeling posture) gesture, and he instantly lay face down on the ground.

"call out--!"

The sharp, piercing sound cut through the air faster than thought itself.

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively shrank his neck and hid his head.

Three dark blue flying swords, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, struck precisely at the golden silk soft armor on his back.

The protective aura shattered instantly, and the enormous impact penetrated the soft armor, like a heavy hammer slamming into the spine.

Mo Chengyue's vision went black, his internal organs seemed to shift, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

"Click."

His expensive gold-threaded soft armor had a tear in it.

Mo Chengyue's eyes instantly turned red.

That doesn't hurt.

That was murderous intent born from the pain of losing money!

"Okay, very good."

"If you don't want me to live, then let's all stop playing this game!"

Mo Chengyue suddenly pulled out a bright green hat from his storage bag—the "Spirit Wood Crown," a life-saving trump card bestowed upon him by his master.

This thing sealed away a Nascent Soul's attack, but its color was just too much of a "forgiveness green" (a slang term for being cuckolded). "Whatever! To get by, you have to wear a green hat! Social death is better than real death!"

But when you're about to lose your life, what do you care about saving face!

however.

Just as Mo Chengyue was about to overturn the table and Qin Wanzhuang was about to close her eyes and await death, the Ironclad Bear's paw was only millimeters away from Qin Wanzhuang's skull.

The world suddenly went silent.

It's not the kind of noise that gets quieter.

Instead, it was a complete, absolute, deathly silence.

The wind stopped.

The thunder fell silent.

The roar of the beast ceased.

Even the smug grins of the attackers were frozen in an extremely comical state.

An indescribable panic gripped everyone's hearts in an instant.

Mo Chengyue lay on the ground, instinctively wanting to summon his protective magic weapon to shield Qin Wanzhuang, but was surprised to find...

The originally violent and chaotic spiritual energy in the air was now like frozen ice water, completely locking his movements and stopping its flow.

Followed by.

An even more terrifying scene unfolded.

Centered on the black sword cocoon that has been suspended in the middle of the valley.

The colors are starting to fade.

The green miasma turned into gray fog.

The red blood turned into black ink stains.

The golden light of the magical artifact turned into a pale, stark white highlight.

In that instant, the entire Fallen Soul Swamp was forcibly reduced in dimension, transforming into a watercolor painting with only black, white, and gray colors.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Mo Chengyue's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Aren't these special effects a bit too much?!

At the center of this black and white world, all was deathly still. Only the black sword cocoon silently crumbled.

It's like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, slowly spreading out.

Heaven and earth held their breath at this moment, welcoming the arrival of the king.

Wenren Ji's figure was revealed.

He was still wearing that faded Taoist robe, his figure so thin it looked like a gust of wind could blow him over.

But his eyes.

At this moment, there was no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils; only a void, chaotic gray-white remained.

He didn't look at anyone.

He simply raised his hand lightly, expressionless, towards the void.

He had no sword in his hand.

But all things in heaven and earth are swords.

He gently pressed down.

It's like a painter placing the heaviest stroke on rice paper.

puff.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no horrific carnage.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the ambush cultivators had not yet faded when they froze into extreme terror.

The leader reacted extremely quickly, roaring as he summoned a top-grade defensive shield in an attempt to resist the strange black and white erosion.

However, it's meaningless.

The shield, powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from an early-stage Core Formation cultivator, didn't even make a sound the instant it touched the black-and-white boundary.

Just like pencil lines erased by an eraser, they are reduced from three-dimensional entities to two-dimensional ink marks.

Next came their fingers, arms, bodies...

"No... my spiritual power... why...?"

The words of pleading were cut short after only half a syllable had been uttered.

There was no pain, no blood. They were horrified to discover that their voices, sense of touch, and even control over their bodies had been stripped away in that instant.

They could only watch helplessly as they were completely "erased" in this exquisite ink painting.

Next up was the armored berserker bear.

Its massive, mountain-like black and white body remained in a thrashing motion, before shattering inch by inch in front of Qin Wanzhuang.