When the first ray of morning light penetrated the seemingly gentle but actually cold and imprisoned barrier of Kunlun Ruins and fell with difficulty on the vicissitudes of life in Bianjing, the surviving people were horrified to find that everything around them was quietly changing in a creepy manner. The well water in the city first began to bubble with dense and strange shapes without any warning, as if a terrible conspiracy was brewing deep in the earth. In a flash, the well water was like blood boiled by a raging fire, surging wildly and emitting bursts of pungent fishy smell. The weeping willows on the shore that once swayed in the wind and were graceful seemed to have been drained of all vitality overnight, with no green at all. The branches and leaves quickly curled up and withered, turning into charred dead branches, shivering in the biting cold wind, like desperate lonely souls.

  Lin Feng, the resolute warrior who lost his sight in the battle of Nine Infants, was now leaning on the broken sword that had gone through countless battles and was full of gaps, and was stumbling forward under the weak but persistent guidance of the remnant soul of the mirror spirit. Although his eyes could no longer see, he could clearly sense the sharp pain coming from the earth veins due to his long-standing close connection with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing at the same time, and each one was accompanied by the wailing of spiritual energy being violently withdrawn, which was heard and tightened his heartstrings.

  "They are in the Bu Tian Luo Formation!" The voice of the mirror spirit was like the cry of a night owl, trembling violently in the broken fragments of the Wu Xiang mirror. Since the battle of the Nine Infants, this was the first time that the mirror spirit showed such strong fear, and the words were full of fear and urgency, "They are trying to use the lives of millions of creatures as a guide to refine the Netherworld Rift into an evil magic weapon that can tear open space at will and release endless terrifying power!" As soon as the voice fell, a loud roar of metal and stone colliding suddenly came from the distance. The sound was like the roar of an ancient giant beast, shaking the earth. Lin Feng's pupils shrank subconsciously. Although it was dark in front of him, he judged with his keen perception that the sound came from the direction of the rift that was supposed to be sealed. There, twelve sky-high stone pillars suddenly rose up, and the stone pillars were surrounded by chains condensed by rich spiritual energy. Those chains were like giant pythons ready to strike, flashing with faint light, and piercing straight into the ground with great momentum, as if they were going to completely disrupt the foundation of the entire Bianjing.

  Xuan Xiao, a monk in white, stood proudly in the center of the ruins with his hands behind his back. His white clothes fluttered in the wind. He looked like an immortal, but there was a faint, creepy smile of compassion on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold, and he turned a blind eye to the screams of fear and despair of the people around him, as if these lives struggling on the brink of life and death were just ants. Behind him, twelve Kunlunxu disciples lined up neatly, with stern faces, holding cinnabar pens, meticulously drawing mysterious and complex battle formations on the broken walls. Those rune lines flashed strangely in the morning light, as if silently telling of the impending disaster. "This formation can completely eradicate the hidden dangers of the cracks." Xuan Xiao spoke, his voice was as loud as a bell, echoing over the ruins, but to Lin Feng, the voice was icy cold, chilling to the heart, "As long as you contribute a little spiritual energy, you can enjoy peace forever in the future." As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the crowd. Several haggard and pale old men, with a faint hope of surviving the disaster in their eyes, supported each other and staggered forward. They thought this was the dawn of escape from suffering, but they didn't know that they were stepping into the endless dark abyss step by step and becoming victims of evil conspiracy.

  When Lin Feng heard this, his heart was alarmed, and he subconsciously clenched the dragon horn fragment left by Lin Wanqiu in his arms. At this moment, the fragment seemed to have a telepathic connection, and suddenly a soft but firm green light appeared. The light was like a bright light in the darkness, guiding him to the direction of the core of the earth vein. He took a deep breath, and with this weak guidance, he continued to grope forward. On the streets along the way, Kunlunxu disciples were walking among them, distributing jade cards engraved with strange runes, and muttering: "Wearing this card can prevent the backlash of spiritual energy." The mirror spirit sneered sharply, and his voice was full of ridicule and disdain: "Humph, that is clearly the soul-locking jade. Once you wear it, you will become a living sacrifice for the eye of the formation and become a tool for them to control the formation!" Before he finished speaking, a child's heartbreaking cry suddenly came from not far away, and the cry instantly tightened Lin Feng's heart. But after just a moment, the crying stopped abruptly, as if an invisible big hand had instantly strangled the throat. Lin Feng was extremely anxious, and he quickly followed the sound and grabbed it, but he only touched a cold jade token. On the jade token, there was still the warmth of the child's palm, but the breath of life had disappeared without a trace.

  As time went by, the sound of the Tianluo formation became more and more deafening, like a thousand horses galloping and thunder roaring. The whole Bianjing was like a heart being grasped by an invisible giant hand, shaking and convulsing violently under the severe pain of the crazy extraction of spiritual energy. When all twelve stone pillars were activated and burst into dazzling light, the cracks slowly condensed into a mysterious and terrifying black crystal. On the surface of the crystal, there was a strange and unpredictable netherworld power, as if it was an evil gaze from the Nine Nether Hell, swallowing up all the light around it, and wherever it went, there was death and darkness. Seeing this, Xuan Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter echoed over the ruins, revealing endless greed and madness: "When the crystal is refined, let alone the Nine Infants, even the ancient gods and demons will be like ants in front of my Kunlun Ruins, and can be killed at will!" At this moment, he had already torn off his compassionate disguise and revealed his hideous true face.

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  "You will be punished!" At this moment, a ragged, haggard woman suddenly rushed out of the crowd regardless of everything. She held the baby with a high fever and weak breath in her arms, her eyes full of anger and despair, "Since you came, the well water has been poisoned and the land has cracked. How can you save people? You are clearly harming people!" However, before she finished her words, a cold light flashed, and a talisman passed by like a meteor, instantly hitting the woman. In an instant, the woman's body turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air, leaving only her shrill cry, which still echoed over the ruins for a long time. The crowd suddenly fell into a dead silence, and fear spread like a tide. Only the baby's heart-wrenching cry, as if wailing for the disappearance of its mother, echoed over the dead ruins, breaking people's hearts. Upon seeing this, Xuan Xiao simply waved his sleeves lightly, and a spiritual power barrier instantly blocked out the baby's crying, and the world once again fell into a suffocating silence.

  In the chaos, Lin Feng struggled to find the edge of the formation, and his fingertips touched the cold, hard and strange surface of the formation. At this moment, the fragments of the Wuxiang Mirror seemed to be stimulated by some powerful force, and suddenly burst into dazzling golden light. Seeing this, the mirror spirit anxiously roared: "The key to breaking the formation is the center of the formation! Find the owner of the twelve jade cards quickly." Before he finished speaking, a strong and suffocating suction suddenly came, like a black hole-like force, instantly sucking Lin Feng into the formation. In the darkness, Lin Feng only heard the shrill wails of countless wronged souls, as if he was in the Nine Nether Hell. He tried to open his blind eyes, and with his perception, he vaguely saw twelve people wearing soul-locking jade, with thick spiritual chains piercing their bodies. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, and the breath of life was being continuously extracted and injected into the evil black crystal, but they were powerless to resist and could only silently endure in pain.

  "So you are the blind man with the dragon spirit fragment." Xuan Xiao's cold and arrogant voice came from above his head like a thunder in the night sky. Although Lin Feng couldn't see, he could clearly feel the other party's condescending and contemptuous gaze, "If you hand over the fragment obediently, I will be merciful and leave you a whole body." Lin Feng heard the words, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. He tightly grasped the dragon horn fragment. The green light of the fragment and the golden light of the fragment of the phaseless mirror intertwined, outlining the vague outline of the array center in the darkness. He took a deep breath, accumulated all his strength, and suddenly attacked. The broken sword in his hand carried a sharp sword energy, like a flash of lightning, piercing the nearest array center.

  This sudden attack was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the balance of the formation. The formation suddenly vibrated violently, emitting dull roars, as if a wounded beast was roaring. The surface of the black crystal also began to show fine cracks, and from the cracks, strands of netherworld power escaped, as if foreshadowing the imminent collapse of the formation. Seeing this, Xuan Xiao was furious, and the muscles on his face twisted and deformed, showing a ferocious look: "You don't know how to live or die!" The talisman sword in his hand instantly shone brightly, turning into thousands of sharp sword shadows, sweeping towards Lin Feng like a storm. Lin Feng dodged left and right in this dense sword shadow, and every sword energy that brushed past his body brought piercing pain, as if thousands of knives were cutting his flesh and blood. But he gritted his teeth, relying on his tenacious will and unyielding spirit, he struggled to survive in the sword shadow. At this critical moment, the residual soul of the Mirror Spirit suddenly turned into a transparent light shield, blocking Lin Feng in front of him and taking the fatal blow for him: "Go! I can't hold on for long." Lin Feng was shocked to realize that the Mirror Spirit's voice was weaker than before, and its breath was getting weaker, as if it would dissipate between heaven and earth at any time.

  Under the protection of the mirror spirit, Lin Feng endured the pain and continued to move towards the center of the formation. When the seventh center of the formation was successfully destroyed by him, the Tianluo formation finally began to backfire. The chains that originally extracted spiritual energy instantly rolled back, like a group of out-of-control beasts, entangled the Kunlunxu disciples who set up the formation. The disciples screamed in pain, their faces full of fear and pain. Seeing this, Xuan Xiao's face suddenly changed, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He hurriedly cast a spell to try to keep the formation running, but it was too late. Lin Feng took advantage of the chaos and struggled to touch the last center of the formation - it was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. The boy's eyes were empty and lost their spirit, but he was still mechanically reciting the spell, and his body trembled slightly with the fluctuations of the formation. Lin Feng looked at the young man, his heart filled with pity and indignation. He choked and whispered, "I'm sorry." Then, he swung the broken sword in his hand. At the moment when the young man turned into starlight and dissipated, the black crystal exploded with a deafening sound.

  As the black crystal exploded, the spiritual energy in the earth veins gushed out like a flood. Under the impact of the powerful spiritual energy, the twelve stone pillars that reached the sky collapsed one after another, stirring up dust and gravel all over the sky. Under the impact of this powerful force, Xuan Xiao flew back several feet in a panic and fell to the ground. He looked at the formation that failed at the last moment, and a trace of viciousness and unwillingness flashed in his eyes: "You are lucky, but Kunlun Ruins will not let it go." After saying this, he endured the pain, took the remaining disciples, turned into a few sword lights, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

  Lin Feng knelt in the messy ruins. The fragment of dragon horn in his arms was now dim and had lost its former glory. The remaining soul of the mirror spirit was also completely silent. In the distance, the cries of the people who survived the disaster were heard. In those cries, there was sadness, relief, and confusion about the future.