It was a painting scroll, and it hadn’t been opened. Ling Bo Re clenched the unopened painting scroll.

In terms of guilt, she was the one that felt it the most. Zhao Jiuge had ended up like this because of her. If not for her, Zhao Jiuge wouldn’t have ended up like this. If she hadn’t been careless, this wouldn’t have happened.

They were the Head Chief Disciples of the various holy lands, so they naturally had various life-saving methods. When they began fighting Wang Changrui, they all hoped the others would use their life-saving methods instead, because they were reluctant to use their own. This was why Wang Changrui had a chance to catch them off guard. If they didn’t have these life-saving methods, they would have long fled when they learned about a Soul Formation evil cultivator, instead of coming down here.

However, they couldn’t be blamed—everyone had their own selfishness. If they didn’t have to use their life-saving treasures to defeat Wang Changrui, it would be for the best. They all held this mentality at the start, and Zhao Jiuge was no exception. He had the sword imprints from Elder Waning Moon, each of which was equal to the attack of a Dao Origin Realm cultivator. He was reluctant to use them, because once he used one, he would have one less. However, when Ling Bo Re was in a critical situation, it was too late to use it.

After the accident with Zhao Jiuge, the situation inside the cave changed. Feeling the killing intent from Ling Bo Re and Song Yuansheng, Wang Changrui didn’t take the lead but instead quietly observed them. He wondered what they were planning, because he now felt danger.

“What are you waiting for!? Song Yuansheng, kill him now!”

A roar suddenly came from Song Rujing. She was angry because she didn’t know if Zhao Jiuge was alive or dead. She stared angrily at the culprit, Ling Bo Re, and even shouted her brother’s full name. Hearing this, Song Yuansheng knew that the little girl was really angry this time.

When Song Rujing shouted, she had finished placing down the spirit formation. Rays of blue light appeared and firmly wrapped around Wang Changrui’s body.

When Wang Changrui felt the spirit force fluctuations, he also felt a sense of uneasiness. He had seen spirit formations before, but he rarely saw ones of this scale. At this moment, he understood that there were no ordinary people. This was not something an ordinary sect or family would have.

The little fellows before him already gave him a sense of danger. He decided not to play around anymore, in fear of falling due to his own carelessness. The longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

He raised his hand and struck 12 times. The Night Devil Half-Moon Blade created afterimages one after the other.

The blade energy attempted to break the spirit formation. Although a spirit formation from a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator would not be fatal, it would still be troublesome. There were still two people staring at him fiercely, and he didn’t want trouble later on.

When Wang Changrui made his move, Song Rujing’s hand continued to form seals. The blue light from the formation moved to deal with Wang Changrui’s attack.

Ling Bo Re, who had been silent to a terrifying degree, revealed a cold gaze. Her eyes revealed no emotion at all and she opened the painting scroll she was clenching in her hand.

The painting opened and revealed itself. The moment it opened, the light from the painting became even brighter. Ling Bo Re’s face became more pale as the painting revealed itself, and even her body began to tremble. However, she didn’t seem to care about it and continued to open the scroll.

When the painting unfolded, the light disappeared, and one could clearly see a rising sun on the top right corner. Below the sun was a green mountain, and below the mountain was a colorful field of flowers. To the left of the painting was the magnificent sea. The painting was awe-inspiring.

“Mountain and River Landscape Painting!” Song Rujing was surprised. He hadn’t expect this treasure to be in her hand. Although it was only a spirit treasure, it was a copy of the immortal treasure River and Mountain State Painting. The power of this spirit treasure was much greater than other spirit treasures, but the conditions to use it were harsher as well. Song Rujing didn’t expect her to use it now. Her mental state must have been affected by Zhao Jiuge.

Song Yuansheng saw Ling Bo Re use the painting even at the cost of overdrafting her spirit force and damaging her meridians. He suddenly realized that the battle had been decided and that Wang Changrui was not far from death. He was clutching tightly onto a long, crimson needle between his fingers, the tip of the needle giving off a cold glint.

Ling Bo Re threw the painting in the sky and it floated in the air. Then a green and golden light rushed out from the painting.

Rumor had it that the immortal treasure River and Mountain State Painting could trap people inside the dangerous location in the painting. This imitation likely had similar effects.

At this moment, the corner of Wang Changrui’s eyes twitched and his expression finally changed. This was tricky even for him to deal with, not to mention there was still the spirit formation.

At this moment, a very subtle sound echoed through the air—a crimson needle shot out from Song Yuansheng’s fingers. The target was Wang Changrui. This needle was called the Spirit Shock Needle. It was a consumable made from the bones of a rare spirit beast refined with a secret method. This needle would make someone lose the ability to use spirit force for a period of time, but only if it landed. Song Yuansheng only had seven and had been reluctant to use one until now. This was his first time using it, and he wasn’t sure if it would hit. Even after it hit, he wasn’t sure if it would have any effect. After all, the higher the target's cultivation realm, the worse the effect.

Facing three aces, Wang Changrui was shocked, but he didn’t panic. After cultivating for so long he had encountered many life or death situations and he survived them all.

Since the spirit formation had locked him in place, he gave up on the idea of breaking free for now. Instead, he faced the most dangerous attack, the green and golden light. The unknown was the most terrifying, and while he didn’t know what this light was, he knew it was dangerous.

The blood-colored light around Wang Changrui shined brightly. He had his own means to be able to get this far. Although he lacked treasures due to being from a remote location, he still had quite a few sinister skills.

When the red light around him reached a peak, Wang Changrui began to chant, and the light from his eyes could not be hidden. He held his blade in his right hand and reached for a dark yellow bag in his robe with his left hand.

When he opened the bag, three grey balls of light appeared. These grey balls of light were stained by the red light around Wang Changrui and became abnormally ferocious. Then the bloodstained grey balls of light flew toward the green and golden light released by the painting.

“This kind of person deserves to die. These are actually resentful spirits! He won’t even let a dead person’s soul rest in peace.”

Song Yuansheng clenched his teeth. People had souls, and when a mortal died, their soul would return to the world to be reincarnated. However, Wang Changrui had used evil methods to forcibly seize those souls and use them to attack!

After Wang Changrui did all of this, his gaze became ferocious and his actions didn’t stop. The Night Devil Half-Moon Blade in his hand continued to release countless rays of blade energy.

The moment those grey lights touched the green and golden light, they immediately disappeared into the Mountain and River Landscape Painting. Seeing this caused Wang Changrui to feel a chill behind his neck. If he had fallen inside, it would have been very dangerous. Even if he didn’t die, his situation would be miserable.

The blade energy directly landed on the blue surface that surrounded the spirit formation. The silk-like wires were cut, but soon, new ones appeared to replace them. Song Rujing’s face became pale. Attacks from a Soul Formation Realm cultivator were not easy to deal with. She already consumed a large amount of spirit force to place down the spirit formation, and now Song Rujing’s aura was rapidly withering.

A subtle sound that went unnoticed during this fierce battle echoed, but Song Yuansheng was unusually happy! It hit!

Wang Changrui’s smooth movements suddenly stopped and his face was filled with horror. When he saw Song Yuansheng’s face, how could he not understand what had happened? The spirit force inside his meridians had suddenly stopped!

It was a fatal blow! The spirit formation and the two paintings Ling Bo Re had released had attracted all his attention. Otherwise, this Spirit Shock Needle wouldn’t have landed so easily.

Ling Bo Re’s body was at its limit; she had already consumed too much spirit force in the battle in the canyon. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been caught off guard by Wang Changrui earlier. Then she used the two paintings, which resulted in her losing all power to fight. At this point, she could only coldly watch the situation. Losing the support of her spirit force, the two paintings fell down into her hands.

Seeing Wang Changrui fall for his trap, Song Yuansheng quickly shouted, “Rujing, now is the time!” This was a chance they couldn’t miss. He had no idea how long this effect would last on Wang Changrui.

After shouting this, Song Yuansheng quickly pulled out his Soul Heart Sword and used his sword art. Under the control of his sword art, the Soul Heart Sword flew toward Wang Changrui.

Seeing Wang Changrui being hit by the Spirit Shock Needle, there was a hint of joy in Song Rujing’s eyes. She quickly took out a wooden sword. This was a similar wooden sword to her older brother’s, and both were very rare treasures. It was called Departing Soul.

Then she used her sword art, and her Departing Soul Sword flew out toward Wang Changrui. The two flying swords were like two dragons, and they arrived before Wang Changrui in the blink of an eye.

Wang Changrui could not use any spirit force, so he could only watch the two flying swords fly toward him.

His eyes were about to crack while he watched the two swords closed in on him. At this moment, Wang Changrui had an idea—he suddenly thought of something.

Then a faint, red light appeared before his body. It was his origin soul. Although it hadn’t completely formed, at this moment, he had to even use a dead horse like it was alive.