"Come! Let's exchange our remaining years!"

After one successful strike, Daoist Yinshan laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed through the valley.

The extremely long chain radiated a faint purple aura, dark electric arcs crackling around it, as Yinshan's remaining years poured into it, transcending cause and effect, directly towards Chen Yi.

Similarly, Chen Yi's remaining years also transcended cause and effect and flowed into Daoist Yinshan's body.

The ecstasy swept over him, and Daoist Yinshan's mouth almost split open with a grin,

but slowly, Daoist Yinshan's smile began to freeze,

"Damn it, you only have three years left to live?!"

Chen Yi suddenly jerked, and the soul-locking chain broke apart in an instant.

Daoist Yinshan's face turned a mix of blue and red, instantly filled with uncontrollable rage.

He suddenly felt a sense of being deceived.

At such a young age, you're already in the fourth or fifth-grade Martial Arts realm, yet you only have three years to live?

With only three years left to live, what's the point of reaching such a high level?

You're even shorter-lived than I am; my ten-year lifespan has all gone to you!

The murderous intent from Daoist Yinshan was as thick as smoke, while Chen Yi's figure had quickly retreated backward.

The distance suddenly opened up by several dozen feet.

Seeing Chen Yi was about to escape, Daoist Yinshan let out a roar:

"Damn it, give me back my life span!"

As he spoke, murderous intent rose beneath his feet, and Daoist Yinshan flew out like an eagle.

However, paper figures floated down from the sky in flocks.

It turned out that Yin Weiyin, seeing Chen Yi being entangled by someone, had summoned paper figures to block the way.

With her previous cultivation, she could control at most a dozen paper figures, but now hundreds and thousands descended from the sky.

After scattering the paper figures, the female crown wielded her sword against Master Jin Quan, cutting towards the Golden Body Dharma.

A late Nascent Soul stage sword strike, supplemented by the true fire and thunder technique of the Taoist sect, appeared like a thunderfire sword, slashing the Golden Body Dharma to pieces.

Master Jin Quan spat out fresh blood, almost coughing up his life.

His body plummeted from the sky, shouting loudly towards Daoist Yinshan:

"Exchange your life span and get out of here!"

"I want it back!" Daoist Yinshan's voice came distantly.

"Damn Daoist, screw you!"

Hearing this, Master Jin Quan roared in anger, his mind nearly exploding with fury.

Clearly, they were supposed to flee together, trekking thousands of miles back here to exchange life spans, and now, after doing so, you still want to reverse it? Are you playing with me, you bull-nosed fellow?

Your life is something precious, and mine isn't?!

Amidst the rush of thoughts mingled with anger, Master Jin Quan looked up to see the female crown attacking again with a victorious stance, another sword strike!

Master Jin Quan had no room to evade, facing the sword once more, the Golden Body Dharma shattered apart.

Just before dying, he cursed:

"Your whole damn family, Daoist! Screw you and your whole family!"

The sword edge made him fall into the Netherworld Abyss, where the charging ghosts screamed and devoured his shell.

With Master Jin Quan's fall, Daoist Yinshan was still in pursuit of Chen Yi.

Chains formed by murderous intent destroyed the obstructing paper figures one by one, yet the paper figures were endless, far too many, and Chen Yi's figure was pulling further and further away.

Daoist Yinshan risked his life, instantly activating the blood-burning cultivation technique!

Blood energy surged layer upon layer, burning his remaining three years of lifespan, and his figure suddenly lunged forward.

The soul-locking chain accompanied by rolling murderous intent attacked!

Chen Yi slashed with his sword at the soul-locking chain, and as it twisted and changed again, having already been struck once, Chen Yi was naturally not going to fall for the same trick again.

The sword blade chopped down vertically, causing the sickle of the soul-locking chain to tremble violently, being struck by the sword so hard that it almost fell.

Daoist Yinshan roared angrily, about to exert more force.

But just then, he saw the array reversing, the stone door beginning to close, chaos seemed like a trapped beast struggling, once again gathering a roar.

"Roar!"

The immense pulling force swept across the eight directions, as if gathering around chaos as the center.

Thousands upon thousands of red spider lilies were uprooted, mountains crumbled, debris flew together, and the fleeing ghosts from all directions were sucked back into the valley.

It was like an incomparably massive vortex!

This chaos seemed to know there was no way out, wanting to have one last feast at the moment the stone door closed!

Coincidentally near the stone door, Daoist Yinshan's figure was instantly torn apart by the spinning arms of the vortex.

Reduced to ashes, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Chen Yi's sword and blade were planted into the ground, striving to maintain his stance, cracks of blood oozing from his palms, while under Yin Weiyin's feet clouds rolled, thrusting a sword towards chaos, only to see the sword wind being absorbed into chaos.

The paper figures, obeying Yin Weiyin's command, dashed forward, grabbing Chen Yi's body, preventing him from being pulled inside.

The air was filled with flying debris, swaying red spider lilies, and tens of thousands of souls, all being sucked into the great mouth of chaos.

The array was reversing, the stone door closing, while chaos greedily devoured everything.

Amidst the wild wind, Chen Yi saw a black dot being pulled from afar, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than Jueyin, Dong Guifei!

Though she had clearly fled far enough, the vortex created by chaos had stretched dramatically, its immense suction still drawing her back.

Seemingly noticing Chen Yi and the gathered paper figures, Dong Guifei marshaled her breath, stepping over the crumbling rocks, heading directly towards him.

She suddenly grabbed onto the paper figure.

Chen Yi gave her a cold look and asked:

"Didn't you run away?"

This Korean woman had a peculiar blush on her cheeks, her red lips slightly parted, striving to suppress something rising within, she replied:

"But this humble nun couldn't escape!"

"Quite honest."

"A monastic person... does not... does not speak false words..."

Dong Guifei lacked the robust physique of Qin Qingluo, her face now flushed like blood, her thighs awkwardly sticking together.

Grabbing the paper figure should have been safe, but as the stone door slowly closed, the suction of chaos grew stronger and stronger, each whirling arm of the vortex sweeping up dust and smoke.

Even though the hundreds of paper figures clutched onto everything they could grab, clustering together, they gradually began to lose their footing, about to fall into the belly of chaos.

Chen Yi's expression grew serious.

Dong Guifei, witnessing this scene, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Yi, already weakened by the Jade Spring Ointment, now found it even harder to hold on, not to mention the paper figures were beginning to break apart and scatter.

Half of the paper figures had already left the ground, still desperately clustering together, but they couldn't hold on for long,

"Does Benefactor Chen have any ideas?!"

"What?" Chen Yi's gaze remained fixed on the chaos.

"Didn't you say: Even if chaos emerged early, you could still protect both of us?"

"Don't you understand now?"

Dong Guifei looked back at the approaching chaos, at the terrifying vortex to its extreme, confused, she asked:

"Understand what?"

Chen Yi replied, "I was fooling you."

"...…"

Dong Guifei took a deep breath and spat out a word in her native tongue:

"Shibal!"

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