No!

Just now, something swooshed past...

It seemed to be a slender figure?

The Primordial Spirits of Mao Mo, the Limp Taoist, and Liu Kang all turned to look in the direction where the figure flew away.

Although they could see more clearly with their immortal sense, at this moment their bodies instinctively turned to look at the female free cultivator who was knocked back a hundred miles and crashed into a mountain.

That is...

Qu Man?!

Mao Mo opened his mouth, turned around, only to find that there was no one in that direction.

What happened next, these three loose immortals witnessed a scene that was the hardest for them to accept so far.

The Mahayana Realm male cultivator, who should have been easily eliminated by Qu Man and was just lying on a cloud looking miserable, was now actually gaining the upper hand!

'Qin Zheng' was surrounded by intense golden light, transforming himself into a small Buddha, leaping out of the ground, and slapping out golden handprints.

Qu Man's mana was sealed, her body covered in dozens of tiny sword cuts, and under the barrage of golden handprints, she continued to fall amidst the collapsing mountains below.

The war armor on Qu Man's body was shattered;

Her long hair was torn off;

Her waist was directly bent in half;

Accompanied by a piercing shout of "A mere loose immortal dares to strike me, a Mahayana," the final slap condensed into a golden fist and smashed down hard on Qu Man's neck.

Immortal blood splattered.

The little golden figure slowly turned around, swallowed a handful of elixirs, and provocatively raised his chin at the Limp Taoist.

"I've taken your woman's primordial spirit, you old monster."

With that, Wang Jixuan casually took out a ring, and wisps of immortal light rotated within it, directly pulling out and sealing the primordial spirit of the female immortal below.

Master Wang's actions seemed fierce, but in truth he was just putting on a show.

The real means by which he could defeat this female immortal lay in a few immortal treasures in his hand, combined with unexpected scheming, and bolstered by a large amount of crystal cores and spirit stones stored in his storage magical treasure.

Qu Man lost due to carelessness.

After Wang Jixuan's battle with Linglong Fairy, his main body faced with a normally newly ascended immortal might struggle beyond ten moves due to differences in mana quality and quantity;

But against these fundamentally cultivation-failed, life longevity-seeking loose immortals, he has a 70% chance of victory in direct combat.

The immortal spirit qi within him was even slightly more than Qu Man's.

Nevertheless, Wang Jixuan's actions truly astonished the Limp Taoist and Mao Mo.

Despite their shock, the ruthlessness of the Limp Taoist was vividly demonstrated in the next moment.

The Taoist grabbed the primordial spirit little man and swallowed it whole, chewing fiercely!

His body suddenly swelled, with two wings formed of gray qi appearing on his back.

He roared in a low voice: "Who are you really!"

"I act without changing my name or modifying my surname, Qin Zheng!"

Wang Jixuan loudly spoke lies:

"Brother Mao, if we join forces, we can surely fight against him!"

Mao Mo's figure swiftly retreated in this direction, frantically throwing various magical treasures and shouting, "Fight with our lives! As long as we break this formation, we can send a message to the Immortal Realm!"

"Ridiculous!"

The swollen Limp Taoist roared angrily and charged forward.

A series of residual images appeared in the sky.

This evil demon suddenly clenched a fist, and dozens of treasure swords flew from his back, shooting towards Mao Mo and Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan chuckled lightly, his figure drifting like a duckweed, seemingly wandering in the mortal world.

An exquisite and pure sword intent slowly spread across the heavens and the earth!

Mao Mo fled while throwing magical treasures behind him.

Then, Mao Mo realized...

The translucent treasure sword in Wang Jixuan's hand was actually an immortal treasure!

And it was a high-grade immortal treasure!

In all his years, Mao Mo only had one or two low-grade immortal treasures for protection.

Sword intent engulfed, sword light bombarded!

In this great array, light and shadow were splendid for a while, and spiritual energy surged across the land and receded, with distant clouds covering the array, and thunder and lightning raging in a storm.

Although Wang Jixuan's mana was not superior, the Qingping Sword Intent was indeed formidable, allowing him to maintain control of his own rhythm while striking the weaker from a position of strength.

The Limp Taoist released thousands of black qi, but this black qi was entirely blocked by Wang Jixuan's sword.

On one side, it was like a black torrent;

On the other, it was like a green dam;

Clashing ferociously between heaven and earth!

The black energy cannot take a step beyond the Thunder Pool!

Naturally, much of the credit goes to Mao Mo, who was constantly bombarding the Limp Taoist with various Magic Treasures.

Mao Mo was somewhat flushed.

This brother was a Loose Immortal whose arts were not well-refined, he had good relations but was weak in fighting. In the Immortal Realm, his Dao Body had already suffered; at this moment, his entire assault relied on Magic Treasures, allowing him to hide behind Wang Jixuan.

Master Wang was calculating in his heart.

He was calculating the arrival time of his Foreign Soul Puppet and mechanical array.

When Mu Dan's voice came through the earpiece, saying: "Almost there, boss."

Wang Jixuan slipped his step, as if his internal Mana was insufficient; Sword Intent disrupted, sword light dissipated, the black energy he had been resisting exploded forward.

He and Mao Mo could not avoid it and were directly overwhelmed by the black energy, their bodies were propelled backward.

The Limp Taoist pursued relentlessly, the black energy condensed into thousands of fist shadows, bombarding Wang Jixuan and Mao Mo, hoping to win by sheer force!

Wang Jixuan shouted loudly, while Mao Mo cried out repeatedly.

Bam!

The two of them crashed violently against the Light Barrier of the formation.

The Limp Taoist's attack finally ceased, he grinned ferociously at the two, the black and gray aura around his body becoming denser.

Wang Jixuan supported Mao Mo, whispering: "Brother... this guy is quite fierce..."

"Damn it! The fierce one is you, little brother! Are you really not ascended to Immortal? Are you truly Mahayana?"

"Had a little luck."

Wang Jixuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down:

"No time to explain, I have a Secret Technique that can borrow your Mana, with my Sword Intent and the treasure sword in my hand, maybe we can fight him."

Mao Mo hurriedly said: "Then why are you waiting! Do it fast!"

"This Secret Technique..."

"You're doomed!"

The Limp Taoist's figure shot towards them.

Wang Jixuan pulled Mao Mo swiftly retreating to the left. A pair of wings of light emerged behind him.

Spiritual Energy Circuit!

Wang Jixuan said quickly: "This Secret Technique is akin to a master-servant type contract, I need to imprint your Primordial Spirit!"

"Imprint it!" Mao Mo decisively nodded, "Surviving is better than anything! Do it! Why so hesitant!"

Wang Jixuan sighed apologetically in his heart.

He had no choice.

If he didn't do this, he would have to kill Mao Mo himself.

After all, his secret must not be known by others, and he couldn't allow the Heavenly Dao to notice him directly.

Wang Jixuan took a deep breath, his hands quickly forming seals: "Let go of your Primordial Spirit, brother!"

Mao Mo clasped his hands together, a golden light burst from his forehead, and the little figure of his Primordial Spirit squeezed out from his forehead while Wang Jixuan spat out a small sword from his mouth, which directly pierced through Mao Mo's Primordial Spirit forehead.

Mao Mo's whole body trembled a few times.

Behind them, the black energy condensed into a bloody rain, shooting forward!

Wang Jixuan's tunneling speed suddenly soared as he grabbed Mao Mo's neck with his right hand, pulling this Fat Immortal backward, crashing straight into the Light Barrier of the formation.

Mao Mo exclaimed: "This is an array..."

A shadow suddenly appeared outside!

The scene again slowed.

The Light Barrier of the formation appeared arced, covered with web-like cracks, imploding and collapsing inward, in the back was a pitch-black fist the size of a millstone!

Wang Jixuan's main body pulled Mao Mo, flying past that pitch-black fist, and the body to which the fist belonged lifted its head slowly, erupting with an astonishing momentum.

The world grew even darker.

The rolling demonic energy inside the large formation seemed to quiet down significantly in an instant.

Dragon Python Alien Soul, Puppet True Form.

Refined through thousands of tempers, manifesting holy today!

Wang Jixuan's main body pointed a finger at Mao Mo.

Mao Mo could not resist his commands.

"Do not notify the Immortal Realm, stand aside and watch the battle immediately, do not reveal any information externally, and try to enclose this place with a barrier."

Mao Mo's Adam's apple trembled.

He realized that this little brother before him, using the newly formed Immortal Contract, had given him such orders. Although he was somewhat puzzled, his body had already started to execute them.

Afterward, Mao Mo watched as Wang Jixuan's figure flew back, entering the second Demon Body that had suddenly appeared.

The Demon Body expanded outward, transforming into a five-meter-tall figure, its whole body dark red muscles seemed as if breathing, an aura not inferior to Ninth Grade True Immortal, slowly radiated from this Demon Body, and the cracked Dragon Scales on the Demon Body shimmered with a dark gold luster.

"Devil Skill? I also know a thing or two."

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