Chapter 1084: Yuling

The Nine-Life Black Tortoise was the first to obtain the Phoenix Plume and had a deep connection with the Four Sacred Palaces.

Everyone realized it was unrealistic to seize the Phoenix Plume from the Nine-Life Black Tortoise now. Furthermore, internal strife would only lead to them being defeated one by one by the ancient devil, resulting in their deaths here.

As long as the Phoenix Plume did not fall into the ancient devil's hands, it would be fine.

Being battle-hardened veterans, they instinctively changed their objective without needing to communicate. They moved to block the pursuing ancient devil's clone and cover the Nine-Life Black Tortoise.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the ancient devil's clone turned and swept towards Mo Qingzhu. The two devils then joined forces and completely suppressed the Flood Dragon King.

Rip!

The Flood Dragon King was brutally torn apart by the two devils.

Blood splattered across the sky, and the Flood Dragon King didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Witnessing this scene, everyone shuddered, horrified by the ancient devil's brutal methods.

The Flood Dragon's essence soul was also imprisoned.

Mo Qingzhu let out a cold snort and abruptly clenched his hand. The Flood Dragon's essence soul and all its flesh were pressed together, solidifying into a massive blood orb, from which the purest essence was extracted.

Whoosh!

The Flood Dragon King's entire vital energy, not wasted in the slightest, was thrown into the blood coffin.

On the surface of the blood coffin, blood-red runes flickered, and a mysterious grand array faintly emerged.

The sword energy was tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible, bloody hue.

Meanwhile, the blood coffin's aura surged dramatically.

The storm intensified.

This was a struggle of waxing and waning.

Witnessing this scene, everyone's blood ran cold. They understood the ancient devil's true intention: to use everyone's blood and souls as sacrifices to wear down the sword energy and release its true form!

"This is an ancient treasure of the Phoenix Clan from the Monster Sea," he began, "said to have been refined from the Phoenix Plume..."

The Nine-Life Black Tortoise flashed to Nangui Immortal's side, dutifully handed over the Phoenix Plume, and recounted everything he knew in detail.

Nangui Immortal activated the Devil Suppressing Stele as a precaution.

The elder took the Phoenix Plume. After a spiritual scan, he said with a solemn expression, "Although this treasure has been refined into something resembling a magic artifact, it still carries the aura of a Heavenly Phoenix. It requires a unique artifact refining secret art to fully refine it and use it for oneself. Do you know the Phoenix Clan's treasure-wielding techniques?"

The last question was directed at the Nine-Life Black Tortoise.

The Nine-Life Black Tortoise shook his head and gave a wry smile. "Although we were cooperating," he said, "the Flood Dragon King and the Nine-Phoenix King were wary of us. There's no way they would entrust such an important treasure to me."

"Perhaps we can forcibly wield this treasure using our ancestral artifact refining secret art," the elder mused, "but its power would inevitably be greatly reduced. I'm afraid it might only be enough to send one person out..."

The elder said in a deep voice.

Nangui Immortal transmitted this information to everyone telepathically: "It's uncertain how long the sword energy can last. Once the ancient devil breaks free, not only will we die without burial, but the entire Canglang Sea will be plunged into chaos and devastation. Only by repairing the ancient seals and restoring their sealing power can we, in conjunction with the sword energy, reseal the ancient devil. A rift has formed between the ancient devil's true form and its clone, meaning the clone cannot control the demonic puppet. This means that without the ancient devil's true form controlling it, the demonic puppet's strength will inevitably be greatly diminished."

The demonic puppet referred to Mo Qingzhu.

They had already clearly seen that the ancient devil's clone and its true form had their own ulterior motives; although forced by circumstances to join forces, they were in fact wary of each other.

Upon hearing the telepathic message, everyone's expressions varied.

The struggle at the center of the storm grew increasingly fierce. It was already almost impossible to clearly see the blood coffin and the sword energy, but the blood coffin's imposing aura was terrifying.

In contrast, the sword energy had no roots or origin, and no one knew how much longer it could suppress the blood coffin.

Moreover, Mo Qingzhu and the ancient devil's clone were too powerful; they might not even last until the blood coffin fully emerged.

"Are you two fellow Daoists asking us to risk our lives to cover your departure first?"

Elder Fang, whose true form was a withered-leaf cicada, made it impossible to discern his expression, but his tone was clearly displeased.

"To repair the ancient seals, the Devil Suppressing Stele must be returned, and only we know how to wield it," Nangui Immortal stated coldly. "You don't need to worry; only Senior Brother will leave alone; I will stay behind!"

"Junior Sister..."

The elder was about to say something but was interrupted by Nangui Immortal.

"Senior Brother," Nangui Immortal continued, "although you performed the Great Sacrifice of Vital Energy later than I did, you are severely injured and haven't recovered, so you won't last long. Repairing the ancient seals and sealing the ancient devil as quickly as possible is the only way to save us..."

Nangui Immortal allowed them to scan the Phoenix Plume with their divine senses.

Everyone knew that what Nangui Immortal said was true. As it stood, this was the only way.

No sooner said than done.

Everyone exchanged telepathic messages, instantly grasped the situation, and made their decision.

They were all decisive individuals.

The Nine-Life Black Tortoise and the Grand Shaman both transmitted their knowledge of the two clans' ancient seals to the elder. They explained that the seals hadn't actually been fully broken, only a small portion, meaning there was a chance for recovery.

At this moment, the ancient devil's clone and Mo Qingzhu were joining forces to brutally tear apart the Flood Dragon King.

Staring at the 'Flood Dragon King' being thrown into the blood coffin, the ancient devil's clone's eyes were filled with greedy bloodlust. It subconsciously licked its lips but dared not act presumptuously.

Mo Qingzhu's blood-red eyes rotated, fixing their gaze on the elder holding the Phoenix Plume, and he said coldly, "Kill!"

They also understood that once someone escaped the blood-red crystal wall and repaired the seals, the ancient devil's true form would have no chance of turning the tide.

The elder's situation was far better than that of the Flood Dragon King; he had many allies.

"Stop them!"

Ling Zhuzi shouted.

Everyone was already prepared and immediately stood in front of the elder to buy him time.

Their division of labor was clear.

The Grand Shaman, Elder Fang, Ling Zhuzi, and the Nine-Life Black Tortoise surrounded and attacked Mo Qingzhu.

The Demon Lord, who had fought the ancient devil's clone multiple times and understood him best, was tasked with obstructing him, with Nangui Immortal covering the elder and assisting.

They already regarded Mo Qingzhu with extreme seriousness.

Unexpectedly, chaos erupted as soon as they engaged.

Mo Qingzhu swept across.

His True Demonic Qi spread everywhere, and Mo Qingzhu's figure became elusive. His escape art was too astonishing, making it difficult for everyone to pinpoint his true location for a time.

Fortunately, they were all extraordinary individuals, and their coordination was seamless.

Lightning, stardust, and the illusory image of a tortoise shell merged, forming a powerful barrier to resist the True Demonic Qi. Amidst it, a yellow light streaked, leaving behind shadows of withered-leaf cicadas to fill any gaps—this was Elder Fang.

Various phenomena appeared simultaneously, crashing against the True Demonic Qi with a thunderous roar.

Mo Qingzhu's figure emerged within the True Demonic Qi, then instantly vanished.

Rip!

To everyone's shock, a hand tore through their carefully arranged barrier and shot out like lightning towards the Nine-Life Black Tortoise.

Mo Qingzhu's gaze was ruthless; he instantly saw that the Nine-Life Black Tortoise, with slightly weaker cultivation, was their weakest point.

Their divine ability was thwarted again.

Watching Mo Qingzhu tear open the barrier and rapidly approach, the Nine-Life Black Tortoise was terrified.

Without hesitation, everyone put in their full effort to rescue him.

At the critical moment, the Devil Suppressing Stele appeared again, complementing the Nine-Life Black Tortoise's true tortoise shell, and blocked the fatal blow.

Crack!

The Nine-Life Black Tortoise's heart pounded wildly. He retracted his tortoise shell, and his face turned pale at the sight of clear finger-holes on it. The tortoise shell, which he had refined day and night and whose defensive power surpassed even immortal cultivators' magic artifacts, had been pierced by the demonic claw.

Four grand masters had surrounded and attacked Mo Qingzhu, yet they still couldn't stop him, nearly costing the Nine-Life Black Tortoise his life.

At this moment, everyone truly recognized Mo Qingzhu's strength.

"You go deal with the ancient devil's clone!"

Seeing this situation, Nangui Immortal had no choice but to telepathically instruct the Nine-Life Black Tortoise to change their formation.