It was a huge fox, almost as tall as a man, holding a huge and fluffy tail majestically. Its pair of golden-red eyes were long and slender, and it was looking down at Bai Chen.

Bai Chen and Red Moon Fairy, who had successfully passed the tribulation, stared at each other awkwardly for a long time. Suddenly, Red Moon Fairy's momentum weakened, and it fell down. It lay in the space listlessly, and its eyelids drooped. It raised its eyes and looked at Yue Kongming and Bai Chen bitterly.

Bai Chen wondered, "What's wrong?

Isn't it good to reach the immortal level in one step? "

Red Moon Fairy turned its head and didn't look at Bai Chen.

Yue Kongming touched Red Moon Fairy's head with a smile and said, "Haha, this guy was bled by me as soon as he reached the immortal level. It must be uncomfortable."

"Well, since the materials are here, let's not delay."

Bai Chen nodded and let Yue Kongming do what he wanted.

Bai Chen was slightly excited. Finally, he could rebuild his physical body and reappear in the world with his own body!

Yue Kongming was full of smiles. The Painting World Fan had returned to his hand. With a gentle wave, Bai Chen only felt darkness in front of his eyes, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Yue Kongming held the Painting World Fan in his hand and gently waved it. In an instant, brilliant and dreamy blue starlight filled the white space. Several precious materials were placed in front of Yue Kongming one by one, and they constantly merged and floated in the air as Yue Kongming chanted a spell in a low voice.

Yue Kongming's always smiling face finally showed a serious expression. The Painting World Fan in his left hand emitted blue light, and his right hand made a spell. He was chanting, and his red clothes fluttered without wind, which was very eye-catching in the starry sky.

"Three thousand floating worlds, the floating cloud silk hair, the frozen lotus seed as the body, the ghost bone tempering, the blood realm containing the feelings, the Red Moon Fairy blood blending with the spirit, the King of Hell heart stabilizing the soul …"

Yue Kongming's hand suddenly summoned a few heavenly thunders with strong pressure, and the buzzing sound was endless. Red Moon Fairy didn't know what was going on. Although it had become an immortal level beast, it was still afraid of the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment. It was so scared that it shrank into a corner and shivered.

"With the Painting World Fan as a guide, the Lightning of Heavenly Punishment will refine it …"

The space trembled, and a gust of wind rose for no reason. The red robe fluttered in the wind. In front of Yue Kongming, several materials gradually merged into a white light, and a vague human figure appeared. The white light shone brightly, and the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment descended, illuminating the entire starry sky.

…

Somewhere in the secret realm, the Di Clan's team had gathered.

The Great Elder of the Di Clan smiled as he stroked his beard. The entire Di Clan was covered in a large black robe, making them seem inconspicuous.

"Family Head, that brat Ye Jin is already close to the location of the treasure. I will head over there now to seize the treasure."

The Di Clan Head's aura was icy cold. He nodded as if it had nothing to do with him. A cold mist surged around him and he disappeared from where he stood.

A wrinkled smile appeared on the Great Elder of the Di Clan's old face. The Tracking Curse that he had planted in the Blood Essence had finally reacted. Previously, he did not succeed with the Ganjiang Moye Sword. This time, Ye Jin had left the Family Ye, and Yun Qingxiao's whereabouts were unknown. There was no one to protect him, so he would definitely succeed.

Then, he would pass the treasure to his grandson, Di Wei. One year later, the Moon Goddess would bear witness that Yun Qingxiao would definitely die!

At the thought of this, the Great Elder beamed with joy. It was as if he had already succeeded, and the treasure was already in his hands.

Ye Jin was unaware of all this. He was currently exploring the valley to the southeast of the secret realm with Qiao Qiao.

"Ye Jin, are you even reliable? We have been walking for so long, and there are only rocks and rocks. Tsk, this is so boring. If only Boss was here." Qiao Qiao's impatient voice reverberated in the silent valley.

Ye Jin lowered his voice as he carried the sleeping Wen Ziqing in his arms. He was afraid that he would wake her up. "Soon, the Blood Essence is becoming more and more agitated. It should be nearby."

Qiao Qiao could sense the faintly discernible dark aura in the valley. He couldn't help but think of Bai Chen. He recalled how Bai Chen had unceremoniously pushed him into the Thousand Transformations Spirit Talisman's door of light. Qiao Qiao's heart was completely blank, and his self-blame almost caused him to go crazy.

Then, he found out that his Boss, Yun Qingxiao, was actually the unpredictable Yun Qingxiao. Furthermore, he had survived the encirclement of the Zhou and Di Clans and even attended the Di Clan's auction in such a high-profile manner. Qiao Qiao's heart was filled with indescribable joy. However, he was restricted by the Qiao Clan's team leader and wasn't allowed to go with them. Thus, he snuck out when the guards weren't paying attention. This time, he had completely severed ties with the Qiao Clan. With no other choice, he could only leave with Ye Jin, who had escaped from the Yi Po Tong.

"Sigh, I miss Boss so much. Boss will be fine, right? I don't even know who's chasing after him. I, Qiao Qiao, will definitely not spare him!" Qiao Qiao sat down on a large rock worriedly and sighed.

"Brother Yun is blessed by the heavens. Naturally, nothing will happen to him. He's the unpredictable one," Ye Jin said softly as he hugged Wen Ziqing tightly.

"I can feel it!

It's right in front! "Ye Jin suddenly shouted. He picked up Wen Ziqing and ran forward.

Qiao Qiao hurriedly followed.

Ye Jin rushed straight to the side of a mountain stream. Following the gentle slope, he carefully protected Wen Ziqing as they rowed down.

In the middle of the mountain stream, there was a huge rock that seemed to have been there for a long time. It was covered with sharp sword marks. Right above it, there was a long sword with a scabbard stuck into the huge rock. The sword was almost completely buried in, with only a small section exposed. As Ye Jin approached, it constantly flashed with a clear white light.

Wen Ziqing stirred and woke up. She struggled out of Ye Jin's embrace and stood in front of the huge rock. Rubbing her eyes, she mumbled, "Little Ye Jin, have we arrived?"

"En, Brother Qiao, this might be the divine sword that's ranked seventh among the Nine Great Treasures. It's called Immortal Loathing. It's second only to Brother Qiao's Heart Resisting Purple Pearl."

Ye Jin's expression was excited. As expected, this Moon Hall's bloodline essence was very useful. It could actually sense the location of the Nine Great Treasures.

Previously, he had relied on this bloodline sense and the guidance of the Ganjiang Sword to find Wen Ziqing, his destined lover. She was also the wielder of the Moye Sword.

Ye Jin's cold expression rarely showed any emotion. Wen Ziqing was naturally very curious. She unconsciously approached the long sword that was flashing with white light. Observing the exquisite patterns on the sword hilt, she involuntarily stretched out her white jade hand to touch the slender sword hilt. Then, she gripped the hilt and was about to pull out the long sword.

"Careful!"

"Careful!"

Ye Jin and Qiao Qiao shouted at the same time. This sword was not an ordinary object. It was one of the Nine Great Treasures. If there was some kind of restriction on it, how could they defend against it with their cultivation?

However, the Immortal Loathing Sword only flashed with white light. There was no movement. Wen Ziqing pulled with all her strength. Her beautiful face turned red, but she was unable to shake the Immortal Loathing Sword in the slightest.

"I can't take it out …" Wen Ziqing gave up on pulling out the sword, discouraged.

This …

Ye Jin was stunned. He walked over and held Wen Ziqing's small hand to comfort her.

"Oh, you're quite strong."

Qiao Qiao's interest was piqued by the Immortal Loathing Sword's stubbornness. He rubbed his palms together and eagerly walked over. He circulated all the Source Qi in his body and gripped the sword hilt with both hands. "It's just a sword. Do you think Master Qiao can't deal with you?"

"Hey yo — —"

Qiao Qiao roared. All the Source Qi in his body exploded. The aura of a peak seventh-grade Divine Master was like a rainbow. His face was covered in sweat and the light blue veins on his hands and forehead bulged. It was clear how much strength he was using.

Qiao Qiao was almost out of strength, but the Immortal Loathing Sword in his hand did not move at all. It was as if Qiao Qiao was acting. It did not move at all.

Qiao Qiao let go of the sword hilt and sat down. He was panting and sweating profusely. He muttered to himself, "Oh my, this sword is really stubborn. I really underestimated it."

Ye Jin faintly smiled. He took the Moye Sword from Wen Ziqing and prepared to slash at the giant rock that the sword was tightly wrapped around. The Ganjiang Sword's corrosive properties were too strong. Ye Jin did not dare to use it so easily.

Ye Jin gathered his Source Qi on the slender Moye Sword in his hand. With a light shout, he slashed at the giant rock with a shocking momentum.

With a "hong" sound, dust flew everywhere. Qiao Qiao coughed and brushed away the dust, but he found that the rock did not shatter as he expected. On the other hand, Ye Jin was forced back a few steps by the recoil. He had a shocked expression.

Only then did Ye Jin realize that the crisscrossing sword marks on the giant rock were emitting a powerful defensive power and domineering sword Qi.

The Loathe Sword's unique ability was that it could reflect fifty percent of an attack's power, regardless of its attribute. In other words, Ye Jin had been forced back a few steps by his own strength.

Qiao Qiao's eyes widened. The Loathe Sword had yet to recognize a master. If it did, it would change its attribute according to its master's constitution.

It was definitely a divine sword. Although it was slightly inferior to the Ganjiang Moye Sword in terms of attack power, it was still a treasure that could not be underestimated.

Wen Ziqing smiled and hugged Ye Jin's arm. Ye Jin helplessly handed the Moye Sword to Wen Ziqing and prepared to carefully test out the Ganjiang Sword.

He was just circulating his Source Qi and the Ganjiang Sword began to glow with a dark red light. Suddenly, an extremely dangerous aura came from behind him. Ye Jin reacted extremely quickly. He instantly turned around and protected Wen Ziqing behind him. He swung the Ganjiang Sword, and a blinding red sword light shot out. It whistled through the air and slashed at the side of the mountain.

"Who is it!?"

Ye Jin suddenly felt a chill on his neck. A cold blade was placed against his neck. An unfamiliar voice beside him said coldly, "Don't move!"

Ye Jin calmed down. A powerful aura came down on him, and he felt as if his body weighed a thousand kilograms. Ye Jin gritted his teeth and looked at that person.

The Thousand Transformations Spiritual Talisman kept sending out guards with weapons. Dragon-patterned golden robes. Di Clan!

How did they chase him all the way here?!

Even Qiao Qiao, who had a disgusted expression, had a steel blade against his neck. He was motionless, but his hand was constantly emitting purple lightning.

"Little Ye!

Wuu … "Ye Jin heard Wen Ziqing's sobbing voice and his heart tightened. He did not have the heart to pay attention to the Di Clan's team. He turned around and was instantly enraged.

Wen Ziqing's slender wrist was grabbed by an old man. As Wen Ziqing struggled, red marks gradually appeared on her wrist.

"Let go of me!

You're a big baddie! "

Wen Ziqing seemed to be in pain from the grip. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her Moye Sword fell to the ground. She kept struggling, but it was obviously futile in front of a Divine Emperor.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Young Master Ye, you're really lucky." The Di Clan's Great Elder smiled and looked at Ye Jin, whose eyes were about to spit fire.

"Let go of her!

You're not allowed to touch her! "

Ye Jin took half a step forward angrily. The sharp steel blade against his neck was merciless. In an instant, a small wound was left on Ye Jin's neck. Blood slowly dripped down.

The Great Elder pretended to be calm and advised, "Aiyoyo, Young Master Ye, don't be rash. If you lose your life, I won't be able to see you again."

However, he tightened his grip on Wen Ziqing.