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Song Jixing glanced at Huo Ling'er who had fainted beside her and WenRen He whose strength was severely depleted.

The unknown threat had not been lifted, so instead of leaving with the two of them, it was safer to remain here.

Song Jixing took a step forward and said, "Senior WenRen, I'll leave an array here for you. I'll come back for you two later."

WenRen He nodded without saying much.

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Following the same method, Song Jixing opened a passage through the underground and flew out.

The sun had already set, and there was still a faint golden glow in the west.

Song Jixing looked at a giant pit in the ground, seemingly blasted open by her junior martial brother using talisman papers.

Traces of blood remained at the bottom of the pit, the demonic cultivator must have been injured.

But there were no signs of Feng Juechen or the demonic cultivator.

Lin Mingshu crawled up from the icy snow, looked at the indistinct figure in the deep blue night sky, and shouted hoarsely, "Over there in the north!"

Feng Juechen chased after the direction that person had fled.

Song Jixing hurriedly rode her sword to follow.

At this moment, Feng Juechen was chasing after the demonic cultivator across the icy plains, both running at an extremely fast pace, like crazed leopards on the frozen tundra.

If this were a track and field event, all the spectators and coaches would surely go wild for the two of them.

But there were no spectators, no tracks.

As the demonic cultivator in the lead sensed Song Jixing approaching on her sword, he gritted his teeth harder.

His cultivation was no match for Song Jixing riding her sword!

Now, he could only resort to a dangerous ploy!

Just as Song Jixing was about to catch up to the two, the figure in front suddenly stopped, and a grayish-white mist exploded around him.

Song Jixing's spiritual sense could not penetrate this fog, and when she tried to dispel it with a talisman, it was as ineffective as a gentle breeze against solid rock.

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Confused, Song Jixing descended from her sword.

Rumor had it that demonic cultivators from the Cultivation World often used heavenly tricks to impersonate righteous cultivators and infiltrate sects, but this was the first time she had witnessed such a ploy.

Before the fog cleared, Feng Juechen had keenly noticed the demonic cultivator inserting something into his own brow. He had thought it was some lethal weapon, never expecting the demonic cultivator to transform into his exact likeness.

And instinctively, Feng Juechen felt it was more than just appearances that were identical.

"Senior Sister!" Feng Juechen frowned.

As he spoke, the other "Feng Juechen" looked at him with a slight grimace. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Song Jixing had last seen a scene like this with the Monkey King Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque, but unfortunately, she was no Buddha.