“Reincarnation Temple? I really don't know what's going on. But none of that matters anymore, as long as I'm with you, that's enough. Fortunately, Su Yuan and Feng Yi are together, which eases some of my worries.” Yun Ni smiled gently and said softly.

“Haha, good! If that’s the case, then we’ll deal with these bastards from the Immortal Palace together!” Hu Yan Daoren laughed loudly.

As soon as Hu Yan Daoren finished speaking, a deafening roar came from above.

A golden sword shadow plummeted from the sky, smashing onto the shadow of the black pagoda, directly causing the pagoda shadow to tremble violently. The precious top of the pagoda shattered, turning into a cloud of black light that dissipated.

At the same time, a crack appeared on the top of the black pagoda in Hu Yan Daoren's hand.

He looked up and saw Lu Yue suspended in the sky, surrounded by golden light, with several huge sword shadows floating in front of him, constantly dancing and slashing at the black pagoda shadow.

Dong Jie led several other Immortal Palace cultivators, constantly attacking around the black pagoda. In addition, more than a dozen Immortal Palace cultivators brought by the Immortal Palace Master Xiao Jinhan were diving down here, including a woman in a pink palace dress, who was also a Golden Immortal Realm intermediate stage cultivator.

Hu Yan Daoren snorted coldly, raised his hand and patted his waist.

The silver gourd flashed, flying away from his waist and out of the snow lotus flower shadow, rapidly growing in mid-air until it was the size of a house, suspended in the sky.

As Hu Yan Daoren chanted obscure incantations, the surface of the giant silver gourd above him flashed wildly, and a blurry white light appeared at the mouth of the gourd.

"Chi Chi" sounds were loud!

Black bean-like grains kept pouring out of the white light.

In an instant, the dense beans fell like a torrential rain, twisting and stretching before landing, turning into black-clothed bean soldiers over ten feet tall, wielding black giant axes, looking like strongmen.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of black-clothed bean soldiers wielding giant axes surged towards the Immortal Palace people attacking from all directions like a tide.

After most of the Candle Dragon Path disciples retreated, the entire White Jade Peak Square became crowded again.

Seeing this, the bearded man swung his giant axe without saying a word, charging into the bean soldiers. Several others followed closely behind, fighting with the vast number of bean soldiers.

"Hu Yan, the old Taoist, is indeed difficult to deal with! I'll try to hold them back, you guys find a way to help Elder Lu."

After the pink palace-dressed female Golden Immortal gave the order, she twisted her waist into a strange posture with her legs crossed, suspended in mid-air, with a crystal-clear white zither floating in front of her.

She lightly lifted her wrist, and her ten slender jade fingers quickly plucked the strings. A sound like silver beads falling on a plate rang out, and hundreds of feet away in the direction the zither was facing, a group of black-clothed bean soldiers swayed from side to side, their chests bursting open, losing all combat power.

Then, she slightly turned her body and plucked the strings again with one hand, immediately causing many more bean soldiers to fall to the ground.

This seemingly crisp and pleasant sound, like ethereal fairy music, could actually cause the listener's blood to boil and their mana to become chaotic. Even these seemingly indestructible black-clothed bean soldiers could not resist it at all.

More than a dozen other Immortal Palace cultivators took the opportunity to rush towards the center.

Hundreds of miles away, Han Li and Qi Liang, along with dozens of other True Immortals, stood on the peak of a mountain.

His eyes flashed with blue light as he looked at Hu Yan Daoren, who was constantly urging the silver gourd below White Jade Peak, and shook his head.

Since joining the Candle Dragon Path, he had only been there for a few hundred years. He could say that he had the most contact with this old man, who was like a half-teacher and half-friend to him, and had given him a lot of help in matters such as Dao soldier refining.

Seeing him trapped in such a situation, he felt uncomfortable.

But it was impossible for him to risk his life to help.

First, with his current strength, he was powerless to change anything in the face of so many Golden Immortal Realm cultivators. Going there would probably be a waste of life. Second, the richly dressed young man he had discovered earlier gave him a very bad feeling.

He couldn't figure out what that feeling was for a while.

Just then, another violent roar rang out in the sky above the square.

Suddenly, silver light burst out from above Hu Yan Daoren and the others. The silver gourd used to hold the bean soldiers suddenly shattered.

All of the hundreds of thousands of black-clothed bean soldiers had been released. The shattered gourd contained only large amounts of cyan spiritual liquid, which poured down like a spring rain, falling on the dense bean soldiers.

After being drenched in the spiritual liquid, all of the black-clothed bean soldiers shone with black light and their bodies doubled in size, as if their spiritual power had been replenished, making them even more fearless as they rushed towards Dong Jie and the others.

Although these bean soldiers were strong, they were like ripe wheat under the combined siege of more than twenty Golden Immortals and True Immortals. They couldn't withstand a few rounds of attacks and fell in droves.

Fortunately, there were enough of them to hold back most of Dong Jie and the others, but with the cooperation of the palace-dressed female Golden Immortal's zither attacks, three people still broke into the central area and besieged Hu Yan Daoren and Yun Ni together with Lu Yue.

Suddenly, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly. Among these three people was the richly dressed young man who made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, this person's behavior was a bit strange. Although he was also participating in the siege of Hu Yan and the others, he didn't seem to be very attentive, only constantly wandering around the periphery, rarely using any means to attack, which meant he was not putting in any effort.

As a result, Han Li couldn't figure out his Gongfa routines and cultivation depth at all.

Ouyang Kuishan, after ordering the other Golden Immortal Dao Lords to evacuate the low-level disciples of the Candle Dragon Path, did not leave. Instead, he stood in mid-air not far from White Jade Peak, looking at Hu Yan Daoren and Yun Ni, who were being besieged by the Immortal Palace people.

A loud bang.

In the sky, Lu Yue formed a sword seal with both hands, and a golden sword light, hundreds of feet long, flashed out, smashing down on the black pagoda shadow below with the force of Mount Tai.

The black pagoda shadow exploded, collapsing layer by layer, turning into specks of black light and dissipating.

The golden sword light also ran out of force and dissipated before it touched the snow lotus flower shadow below.

Lu Yue's face turned pale, and his body staggered slightly in mid-air. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it, obviously suffering a great loss from the sword he had sacrificed.

Seeing this, the two Immortal Palace cultivators who had been participating in the siege immediately stopped their attacks and stood in front of Lu Yue. The richly dressed young man was still wandering around, attacking the snow lotus flower shadow.

The black pagoda held by Hu Yan Daoren had conspicuous cracks, and although it did not completely shatter, it lost its spiritual light and power.

“Immortal Palace dogs, bullying people too much!”

Hu Yan Daoren scolded and retracted the black pagoda. He reached out and took off the remaining red gourd from his waist, grabbed the rope tied to the gourd's waist with one hand, formed a strange magic seal with the other hand, patted the mouth of the gourd lightly, and then made a grabbing motion, pulling outward.

A series of sharp sounds rang out.

A three-finger-wide red long sword was slowly pulled out of the light surrounding the mouth of the gourd.

“I didn’t expect that my Scarlet Luan would have a day to be unsheathed again! If that’s the case, today, I will happily slaughter chickens and dogs!” Hu Yan, the old Taoist, laughed loudly after taking a sip of wine.

After saying that, he turned to look at Yun Ni, as if seeking her opinion.

Yun Ni smiled gently and nodded lightly.

Hu Yan Daoren's eyes narrowed, his face became extremely solemn, and the aura on his body changed completely, becoming sharp as a blade.

He let out a loud, clear whistle, and his body shot out of the snow lotus flower shadow like a rainbow, heading straight for Lu Yue.

A layer of hazy light appeared around him, and fiery red runes lit up on the long sword in his hand. His Taoist robe fluttered in the strong wind, and the aura of his entire body obviously increased several times.

He was completely different when he held the sword in his hand compared to when he didn't.

The two True Immortal Realm late-stage cultivators from the Immortal Palace who were blocking Lu Yue didn't have time to react before being cut in two in a flash of red light, their faces filled with horror. As soon as the two Nascent Souls escaped, they burst into flames and turned into nothing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the palace-dressed female Golden Immortal suspended in the sky plucked the strings of her zither violently, and an extremely powerful invisible wave shot straight at Hu Yan Daoren.

Seeing this, Yun Ni danced her hands, and a huge petal separated from the snow lotus flower shadow, rushing into the sky and colliding with the invisible wave. The two canceled each other out and dissipated.

“Your opponent is me.” Yun Ni looked at the woman and said faintly.

The latter smiled at her and began to pluck the strings again.

The sound of the zither in mid-air was constant, like overlapping waves of the river, rushing towards Yun Ni one layer after another.

In the sky, after Hu Yan Daoren killed two True Immortal Realm late-stage cultivators with lightning speed, he shook the long sword in his hand, and red light lit up on the sword. A huge fire luan phantom flashed and appeared behind Lu Yue.

With a soft chant, he raised his hand and waved it.

A clear phoenix cry rang out, and the fire luan phantom behind him flew forward.

Whoosh!

A red flame spewed out from the sword, turning into a huge sea of fire in an instant, surging straight towards Lu Yue.

Lu Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand and pressed the sword, waving it forward.

A dazzling golden light shot out from the sword, suddenly magnified in mid-air, turning into a golden city wall, blocking the surging sea of fire.

Although the red sea of fire was blocked, it did not dissipate. Instead, it stirred up monstrous fire waves, constantly beating against the golden city wall.

The golden city wall, glittering with golden light, shook violently, and soon the light became dim, and it was directly burned through by the fire waves and dissipated.

“Happy!”

Hu Yan Daoren laughed wildly, holding his sword in one hand and stepping forward in the sea of fire, extremely unrestrained.

Lu Yue snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved, and a golden round shield flashed out, spiraling into the sea of fire.

He then jumped up, and his feet landed firmly on the round shield, sliding quickly in the sea of fire, meeting Hu Yan Daoren.

The swords of the two men crossed, and the sound of collision echoed in the sky, revealing a sky full of fire and sword shadows.