The light dissipated, and the endless oppression weighed heavily on everyone. The energy of each person seemed to have been drained away. The two Yuan Ying were the first to open their eyes. They looked around at everything, only to see that they were surrounded by broken walls and rubble. The place where they were was actually where they had split open the mountain belly and broken through the cave entrance in the beginning.

  This is the deepest part of Lingjing Mountain, a sword mark, from the sky to the ground, cutting open a gorge tens of meters long. The momentum has not dissipated, and it has penetrated deep into the belly of the mountain.

  All around was a desolate expanse, the original Candle Sky Secret Realm had vanished. The mysterious statue and the terrifying demon Candle Sky Tears that inspired boundless fear in people had all disappeared without a trace.

  The ones who woke up next were the seven elders of Jingtan Sect. They jumped up, staring blankly at everything around them, as if they had just reacted, and roared loudly, flying towards the center.

  But Lingji Zi was already gone by then, and all they could catch was just a vast expanse of empty air.

  Bai Shanzi and others were furious at this moment, glaring at Tian Lanhao and others: "You all have to die today, pay for my family's master!"

  Bai Jiezi sneered: "You're overestimating yourself!" He turned around and slapped his hand, only to remember that the precious red gourd had been damaged in the battle with Ling Zhizi and was temporarily unusable. It had automatically absorbed itself into the storage space. At this time, the seven people had already rushed up with red eyes, holding their artifacts. Shi Tiancai shouted: "We still have the Mountain Protection Array undestroyed, activate the array and kill them!"

  Mo Zi Chen only managed to crawl out from the ground with her hands and feet at this time, Ji You Fei stretched out his hand to pull her up. Her head was still a bit dizzy, she opened her mouth to ask: "Where are we?"

  Ji Youfei said: "We are already in Lingjingshan, look here, isn't this the place we walked through before?"

  Mo Zi Chen raised his head and stared at the sword mark that split down from the sky, pointing and asking: "What... is going on?"

  "Did you see that old senior? He's a master of the Lingjian Mountain, and his swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. He's a close friend of my master, and this time they've come together to rescue us."

  Lian Cheng Jun smiled bitterly and said, "That's right. It was Bai who asked me and Xiao Su to come ahead of time. He said that he had been secretly cultivating the Yuanming Sword recently and discovered that the spiritual vein here had changed greatly, unlike before. I didn't expect him to be late, and we almost died here."

  Mo Zi Chen had also seen the description of Ling Jian Mountain in Yu Jian. This is a gathering place for sword cultivators. However, it is not a sect or an umbrella term for any organization. Ling Jian Mountain is located far away in the extreme west where the wind and sand are bitter and cold, and it refers to a large mountain range. It is said that this was where ancient immortals fought with their magical powers, releasing ten thousand flying swords that fell to the ground, leaving behind remnants of their battle. The place naturally has an accumulation of sword energy, making it an ideal location for sword cultivators to practice. To occupy a spot in Ling Jian Mountain and become the master of one mountain, one must at least have achieved the level of Yuan Ying period Sword Venerable.

  "Is that senior very powerful?" Ren Gengxin said in a low voice at this time.

  She nodded and said, "Yes, he must be much more powerful than my own master!" However, she expressed some concern, saying, "Your master isn't going to intervene? There are seven of them, won't it be dangerous?"

  Ji You flew shook his head: "You haven't seen the mighty White Senior, he's got a fiery temper and doesn't tolerate any nonsense. These few people have provoked him, don't think they'll get off scot-free."

  At this time, Shi Tiancai had already activated the Hu Shan Da Zhen, seven people joined forces, each holding a magic treasure, countless treasures flew quickly from the air, Bai Jiezi coldly hummed: "Looking for death!" He opened his mouth and a small sword flew out of his mouth, the sword body was bright as autumn water, and the whole person became like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, extremely sharp. In the air, it only took one turn, just like a dazzling flash of lightning, all the magic treasures launched by those seven people were cut off by the sword light, the treasure energy dimmed and fell to the ground with a clatter, turning into scrap iron.

  Bai Jiezi's left hand slowly stretched out, and with a press of his palm, he pressed down the foundation of the Hu Shan Great Array, rendering it unable to be activated again.

  At this time, all seven of them were pale as death, and only then did they realize the gap between themselves and Yuan Yingzi was simply immeasurable.

  But they seemed to have no intention of retreating, exchanged a glance, and shouted in unison: "Avenge the sect leader!" They all flew towards Bai Jiezi.

  The white mustard seed's sword light revolved in the air, like a spiritual snake swallowing and spitting out several times. Then, a burst of blood light flew up from above, having already circled around each of their necks.

  Su Huan touched her neck with her hand, stuck out her tongue and said, "Bai Qianbei this time, it seems that he has really gotten angry. He actually took out the Yuanning Sword to kill these few people, just like killing chickens or dogs."

  The Primordial Sword is a sword that is cultivated when one enters the path of cultivation, using their own essence, energy, and blood to temper the sword's energy. By the Golden Elixir stage, it can be refined into a tangible form, which is then further tempered with countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, making it similar to an ordinary cultivator's life-bound artifact. It is tied to one's vital energy and is not easily taken out.

  Bai Jiezi unleashed the Primordial Sword, and in an instant, it beheaded seven Golden Dan cultivators. The sword's majesty was revealed without reserve at this moment.

  Tian Lan Dao Ren walked over and said, "Alright Old Bai, you've killed them all, the resentment should be lifted now. These few people, for the sake of avenging their master, were willing to risk their lives, it can also be said that they sought benevolence and got benevolence, dying in a worthy cause."

  "A group of wretched insects who would stop at nothing for the sake of their sect. I reckon they've long forgotten the original purpose of their cultivation."

  "Who would have thought that the Candle Heaven Temple, which has been passed down since ancient times, would actually be here. I think they're not even clear about what kind of great divine power the Sixth Heavenly Demon King had back then, and yet he still wanted to refine the Candle Heaven Tears!"

  Bai Jie Zi sighed: "Yes, they are after all a small sect, not clear about those ancient secrets. If it's just to borrow the magic energy here to cultivate, it's indeed possible to cultivate into a Yuan Ying. And once successful, we can't find trouble with him. But he's so bold and daring, actually dared to touch Xuan Tian Lei's brain. Doesn't he know that back then, on Kun Wu continent, that great war was because of the appearance of Xuan Tian Temple? Back then, several big demons left behind by Mo Men in the world, as well as several big cultivators from Xuan Men, all died under Xuan Tian Lei. How can this demon be touched by ordinary people?"

  He patted his back with some regret, "What a pity, it ruined my precious calabaza, and also your small landscape clock."

  "My little Jing clock is a fake, forged in imitation of the Eight Scenic Clocks of the Spiritual Realm. If it's destroyed, so be it. But that red gourd of yours has been with you for many years, why not pick it up and see if you can re-refine it?"

  Bai Jiezi spread his hands: "It's been blown to smithereens, not even a skeleton left. Even the Temple of Candle Heaven is gone, who knows where it flew to? How can we pick up the pieces?"