At this moment, everyone heard a woman's stern voice, "Stay where you are!"
Xi Yue still stood steadily in front of Jun Yueze, with a stern expression and no trace of panic in her eyes.
"I said I would protect cousin Yue Ze, and I will definitely do so. You just need to do your own thing!"
The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were on her.
Xi Yue faced the puppet clone that was slowly walking towards her. The Lishui Sword in her hand made a humming sound, and in an instant it split into dozens of swords that were suspended in the air.
The purple vines suddenly shot up into the sky and turned into a dense vine barrier, protecting Jun Yueze firmly.
Xi Yue's voice is still as pleasant to the ears, as calm and steady as ever, with a magical power that makes people feel inexplicably at ease.
"For the next period of time, I will not be able to devote my energy to treating cousin Yue Ze, so you can share more of the attacks in your own positions, and Jun Yue Ze will suffer less backlash."
"Instead of worrying about whether I can protect cousin Yue Ze, you should think about how to defend your own position and make the Yue Ancient Formation exert its greatest power!"
Those who had originally walked out of their positions in the formation retreated one by one.
The worries on their faces all turned into incomparable calmness and trust. They raised the magic weapons in their hands again, stood in place, and waited for the next wave of attacks from Huangfu Yi.
Behind the purple barrier, Jun Yueze looked through the gaps between the vines, his eyes fixed on the girl's slender but straight back, with stars in his eyes.
Huangfu Yi laughed loudly, with a mocking look on his face, "You, a little cultivator in the Mahayana stage, a girl whose root bone is only twenty years old, want to stop my puppet clone? Are you dreaming?"
"Lady Saint, I call you a Saint because I recognize your identity, not your strength. Do you think you can escape the disaster with the Saint's halo?"
Xi Yue sneered, as if with contempt and ridicule: "Huangfu Yi, not long has passed, but you seem to have forgotten who was the one I beat to a pulp in the Yuankong Ancient Realm?"
Huangfu Yi's face suddenly became hideous and distorted, and it was obvious that he recalled a very bad memory.
At that time, the cultivation base of Huangfu Yi, Duanmu Jun and Sikong Ye were all suppressed below the Spirit Severing Stage, but Xi Yue, who had unlocked the third level of the Origin of Wood, was recognized by the Yuankong Ancient Realm, and his cultivation base quickly increased to the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
The result of one Tribulation Crossing Stage versus three Spirit Severing Stages was predictable. Huangfu Yi and the other two were beaten very badly, and in the end were directly sent out of the Yuankong Ancient Realm.
Huangfu Yi gnashed his teeth and said, "Bitch, it was my cultivation that was suppressed, and you were protected by Ji Mingyu. Now I wonder if you still have the ability to resist me. When you fall into my hands, I will make sure you have a good taste of my power!"
He was really furious to the extreme.
Even though Xi Yue's value is so high, her status is so noble, and her face is so beautiful, he must make this hateful woman taste the pain of a life worse than death, and then slowly train her into an obedient pet.
Huangfu Yi moved, and his clone also moved.
Attack after attack fell on the Yue Gu formation. Inside the barrier, people vomited blood and fainted from time to time, and were replaced by others.
Ling Yu and others in the four positions of the Eight Trigrams were bearing the greatest attack force, with bloodstains all over their bodies and blood constantly flowing out of the corners of their mouths. (To be continued)