y to Lin's practice room. She had met many people, but not too many left an impression on her.So why would she be so familiar with the Blue Robed CultivatorBefore Jin Jun could come up with a solution...:

Yuan Xi's figure flashed, her left and right hands simultaneously holding their swords, blocking in front of Yuan Wang.

Yuan Wang swept his gaze over Yuan Xi's Water Moon Mirror, and the smile on his face turned momentarily somber.

Two years had passed since they last met, and Yuan Xi's cultivation level had progressed from the early stage of the Golden Core to the middle stage. This wasn't slow progress.

But before the nascent soul cultivator Yuan Wang, he was still like a mantis trying to block a chariot, utterly insignificant.

"This time, I will definitely end you, so that there will be no more trouble!"

Yu Wang's opening was cold and filled with sorrow, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if a murderous intent suddenly erupted from him.

Before he could speak, the scene changed abruptly.

Lin Qi watched as the beast patterns on the purple box flowed, seeming to come alive.

A tremendous and terrifying power was contained within the coffin, life gradually appearing.

The purple cloud falcons, connected head to tail, flapped their wings, their eyes flickering with a spiritual glow. They seemed to struggle, to call out, struggling to burst from the coffin.

Lin Qi felt a sharp pain in her hand and couldn't help but lower her head to take a look.

And's hand gripped hers tightly, her sharp nails digging into her flesh from the excessive force.

"Only a low murmur escaped her lips, “Alive, these beast markings are alive! The formation has been fully activated!”

Lin Qi immediately realized what was going on, grabbing her hand and asking, "Formation How do we break this formation"

As the two of them spoke, two purple cloud hawk beasts with markings emerged from the coffin, flapping their wings bravely and fearlessly swooping down towards Yuan Wang.

Yuan Wang's black sword in his hand emanated evil energy, piercing through the air and striking Yuan Xi's face.

Even with the Water Moon Mirror Flower, Yuan Xi couldn't completely block Xiu Wei's suppression.

A sword qi capable of tearing through the void descended upon him, a blood gash already splitting open Yuan Xi's face before it even neared.

Yu Wang's lips curled into a sinister smile, his eyes were cold and menacing as he controlled the sword in his hand, pressing it downwards with force.

The sword qi was like Mount Tai pressing down, heavy as a thousand jun, yet like a long rainbow piercing the sun, its sharpness unmatched, its momentum unstoppable.

This sword strike is enough to take Yuan Xi's life!

The Demon Emperor, Zi Mo, was entangled in a battle with another demonic cultivator and the white-robed master. No one could spare themselves to help.

Lin Qi tightened her grip on the sword, instinctively wanting to summon Jin Jun. But the words that reached her lips suddenly stopped.

A purple-winged falcon swooped down from the sky, moving with incredible speed. In a flash, it collided with Yuanwang's hand.

The black sword's blade trembled, its sharpness reduced by a third.

Another violet cloud falcon swooped down, swirling and shrieking around the blade, its form gradually fading.

Yuanshi was also able to break free from his oppression.

The Water Moon Sword gleamed coldly, its light washing over everything. The Mirror Flower Sword curved like a hook, resembling the moon. He leapt into the air.

Twin swords drew up a path of mist, the cold air rising and spreading around in an instant.

Yu Wang originally didn't take Yu Xi's attack seriously, until one after another purple cloud hawks flew out of the violet coffin, giving him almost no time to breathe.

With so many Violet Cloud Hawks to deal with, Yuan Wang was stretched thin. Just a slight lapse in focus, and Shui Yue Jing Hua pounced together, leaving a scratch on his body.

A minor wound is insignificant to a Yuan Ying cultivator.

It was only the chill at the wound that spread, like tiny snakes, slithering into the blood and meridians.

Yu Wang vaguely sensed something was amiss.

He is, after all, a member of the Yuan family, and naturally knows the sinister aspects of the Yuan family's arts.

The primordial spirit of the nascent soul surged like a boundless sea. A blood-colored hand, seemingly intangible, condensed out of thin air, nearly three Yuan Xi wide.

Yuanshi wielded her swords with both hands, two icy water dragons swirling out, carrying with them colossal waves.

The battlefield was in utter chaos.

Ninety-nine eighty-one purple cloud falcons all emerged from the purple circular box, attacking everyone present without distinction.

Both Lian Linqi and He Mei could not escape.

These Purple Cloud Hawks each possess the cultivation of the Golden Core Mid-stage, being invulnerable and exuding a ferocious aura.

A sword cannot kill, a knife cannot destroy, even if it cannot kill people, it can still wear them down alive.

Mei Xiu was not tall, hiding behind Lin Qi. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw these purple cloud falcons deliberately bypass Yuan Xi and attack Yuan Wang, his face showing confusion.

She whispered, "Do you know that woman in blue I feel like I've seen her before."

Lin Qi was already stretched thin dealing with Zi Yun Jun, only able to spare a sliver of his attention to answer her question, "…Know her What do you want to ask her"

"I just have a few doubts…" Mei said softly.

Just as a purple cloud falcon was struck by Lin Qi's full force and sent flying, she turned back and asked, "What did you just say I didn't hear clearly!"

"It's nothing, you focus on defending, I'll help you!" Mei also knew that this wasn't the time to be chatting.

If Lin Qi can't stop these purple cloud hawks, the two of them are afraid they will die here today.

But at this time, the chaotic battlefield center was even more fraught with danger.

In this narrow space, three Yuan Ying cultivators fought each other. They were almost capable of moving mountains and filling seas. Their immense power had already flattened half the buildings.

The purple coffin, originally lustrous and full of spiritual energy,

But as a flurry of violet falcons took flight, it became even more dull and lifeless, appearing indistinguishable from ordinary wood.

Amidst the chaos of the entangled conflict, no one noticed.

I may have noticed it, but I really couldn't take care of it. I didn't dare to be the one who spoke up.

Lin Qi dealt with Ziyun Jun while keeping an eye on the two battlefields ahead.

The Bai Yi Zhenjun fought too quickly, their movements too swift and their aura too powerful that Lin Qi even couldn't see the course of the battle.

On the other hand, the battlefield of Yuan Xi and Yuan Wang was one-sided.

Even if Yuanshi is incredibly skilled and Ziyunchun fully assists him, they still cannot stand against Yuanwang, this Nascent Soul cultivator.

When Lin Qi looked again, Yu Xi was blocking Yu Wang's sword with her two crossed swords. The strength of both sides wasn't equal.

Yuanshi was forced back all the way and slammed heavily into the purple coffin.

Visibly, the coffin cracked open a seam.

It was at this moment that Lin Qi realized the purple cloud falcon across from him had weakened its attack by a few points.

These violet falcons were born relying on the purple coffins, it's very likely their power comes from the coffins.

The coffin was damaged, and their power instantly weakened.

Obviously, Yuanwang also perceived this fact.

He immediately changed his battle tactics, attacking Yuan Xi openly while secretly directing his sword energy towards the purple coffin.

Yuanxi also guessed his purpose, but unfortunately, her strength was not enough and she was ultimately limited.

Faced with Yuanwang's all-out effort, she could only defend herself, without even a chance to counterattack.

One, Two, Three....

The purple coffin was covered with countless cracks.

Far at the center of the battlefield, the demon emperor Zi Mo sensed all of this, his face contorted with ferocity, his murderous intent almost taking on a tangible form.

Another strike, the coffin behind Yuan Xi shattered into countless pieces.

With a cracking sound, the coffin lid collapsed instantly.

Seeing Yuan Xi about to fall into the Demon Emperor's coffin, Lin Qi's heart ached with anxiety. Unable to bear it any longer, he drew his sword and charged straight up into the air. The wooden sword on his back whistled out as if responding to his call.

The wooden sword zipped through the void, like thunder and lightning, appearing before Yuan Wang in a blink of an eye.

The black long sword's tip struck the wooden sword, exceeding both in quality and skill of the swordsman. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The Oriole Lurks Behind. I am currently typing this chapter, please wait a moment.After the content is updated, please refresh the page to get the latest update!If you think "Cultivation Please Don't...