ang Ruochin, his body emanating increasingly intense fighting spirit. The evil aura told him that the name "Yan Wushen" was no longer a symbol of invincibility. He began to anticipate this battle and...The Diagram of Sorrow God Talisman is extremely rare. The number of runes drawn on it is unknown, perhaps tens of billions. Even a Divine Master of Rune Dao needs to search for heaven and earth treasures to refine talisman paper.

It takes hundreds, even thousands of years to refine a complete talismans.

Moreover, the probability of failure in refining is extremely high.

Wu Yue used the divine talisman of the God of Death. It goes without saying that today, Shafeng Yunba, Xuen Yuan Qing, and Shang Hong's hearts were filled with intense desires to fight.

Under the suppression of 's and Shangtu Divine Talismans, Mr. Mo was forced to stop driving the attacking divine formation. He had no time to care for the large cloth doll anymore, so he had to focus all his efforts on controlling the ship-protecting divine formation.

Whether it's the No-Moon or the Big Head Cloth Doll, it's very clear that the Shangtu Divine Rune cannot break through the protective divine formation of the Xu Feng Divine Ship.

Light of the Dividing Shadows!

The big-headed doll laughed incessantly, its sound echoing through the heavens and earth.

Above its head, a sky full of shadowy figures appeared, all clad in black armor. Some rode war chariots, some held battle flags, and others rode upon spectral beasts, unleashing unparalleled might on the battlefield.

This Shadow Army, with a sweeping and overwhelming assault, surged forward, charging towards the fortified tower.

Here's the translation:"Bang bang!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

A big-headed cloth doll, with its fingers slicing through the air in front of it, said: "Heaven and Earth are separated!"

>>The Pure Yang Heaven Venerable returned to the Five-Colored Stone Valley in his old age, his body transforming back into a pile of five-colored mud. The Wind Clan used this five-colored mud to sculpt twelve clay figures, hoping that after many years, another clay figure would be born with intelligence.

"I thought it was just a legend, but I never expected to see a real mudman today. This is the five-colored clay left behind by the Empress Nuwa, part of the Pure Yang Heavenly Lord. It can be considered the second life of the Pure Yang Heavenly Lord, and whoever obtains it will surely have endless magical uses."

Feng Xuan tightly stared into the distance, standing under the robbery clouds. Feng Yan, his voice trembling with excitement, said: “There’s still a chance, we still have a chance! It turns out that Fourth Brother placed his hope on Rock.”

“As long as Rock survives the divine tribulation, he will surely awaken the spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword.”

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The spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword originated from the era of the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable. It survived the calamity and remained in a state of suspended animation, dodging the Yuan Hui Tribulation. If the spirit were to awaken, the Frost City Demon wouldn't have been able to suppress it at all; a single strike could incinerate a great god.

These powerhouses standing atop the Dark God Temple clearly have some understanding of the Pure Yang Divine Sword.

A big head doll that is chasing Mr. Mo was sending a telepathic message: "Kill the five-colored clay man, don't let him survive the tribulation."

Zhao Wuyan soared from the divine warship, billions of ghostly figures appearing behind him, transforming into a vast sea of ghost clouds. The murderous aura was palpable as they charged towards Fengyan beneath the robbery cloud.

A gust of wind swept by urgently, and Dao said, “We must go to help… Yan’er…”

Before he could finish speaking, the poison of Huang Quan Flower erupted. His whole body stiffened, unable to even hold his own head up. It fell to the ground like a watermelon, spinning round and round.

Zhang Ruochin held back Feng Xi who wanted to rush forward. "Let me go!" he said. "If you go, you won't stand a chance, it'll be a pointless death. At least I can still give it my all."

Zhang Ruochin, with his feet planted firmly on the divine spirit's steps and a green willow sword in his hand, stared ahead with an icy and fierce gaze.

Feng Xi stared blankly at Zhang Ruochin's retreating figure. She wasn't surprised that he would rush out to confront Zhao Wu Yan. After all, in her heart, Qingpingzi Daoist and her father were the same kind of people: selfless saviors who could draw their swords on the Huo Shen Grand Assembly for their beliefs, fearless men who would risk their lives to save all living beings.

The reason she was lost in thought was that Qingpingzi Daoist had always referred to himself as "Poor Dao" and addressed others as "Daoist friend." However, just now, he called her "you" and "me."

Zhao Wuyan saw Zhang Ruochin chasing him from the other direction, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes: "I didn't kill you before, but you came to die on your own accord!"

"Wow!"

The crescent-shaped saber slashed out, tearing space apart into a shattered path.

Zhang Ruochin only felt that the entire universe was collapsing inward, a crushing force coming from all directions. His body couldn't even move, apparently locked by Zhao Wuyan's battle intent, unable to dodge.

This strike is far more powerful than the casual blow just moments ago.

Zhao Wuyan is stronger than any Taixiao God Zhang Ruochin has ever fought. He is much stronger.

At this critical juncture, Zhang Ruochin's heart suddenly became calm and serene. He immersed himself in a strange state of being where he was the only one in the world. In an instant, he had a sudden realization.

However, the human heart has two choices: to live or to die.

To seek survival is yang, to seek death is yin.

From the moment Zhang Ruochen decided to stay, witnessing Feng Yunba's Pure Yang Self-Immolation technique, driven by a desire for death, and choosing to confront Zhao Wuyan to help Feng Yan cross the Divine Tribulation... every single instant, Zhang Ruochen's state of mind transformed from seeking survival to embracing death.

...and it's a natural transition.

When he decided to face Zhao WuYan and save Fengyan, he didn't hesitate at all. It was a genuine decision from the heart. Even knowing that he might perish in battle, he still rushed forth to fight with all his might.

Inside the body, yin and yang, two forces, reach a delicate balance at this very moment.

Zhang Ruochin slowly raised the Qingping Sword in his hand. Behind him, a Taiji Two Instruments Diagram appeared automatically, seemingly only eighteen zhang in diameter, but also like one hundred eighty zhang, eighteen thousand zhang... even boundless and infinite.

"Wow!"

With a single sword strike, he shattered Zhao Wu-yan's crescent-shaped blade light.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the sword in his hand, then touched the empty void. His eyes smiled, then turned cold and sharp as he strode forward. is more terrifying than being besieged by a million holy soldiers.Although the Death Shroud High Priest and the Divine Maiden Tower have a close relationship, the Temple of Death is not solely under...