The entire Shiguping fell into an instant silence.

Among these Cultivators, some were silent because of his brutal methods, while others were silent because of his stunning sword control technique.

Still others were silent because he dared to repeatedly slaughter a Disciple of the Profound Origin Sect right in front of a Profound Origin Sect Elder.

Sheng Nian was also shocked by Song Yan’s actions.

Inside his Sea of Consciousness, the maniacal laughter of the ancient Devil Head rang out ceaselessly: "Hahaha, hahaha..."

"This kid... hahahaha... he’s killing me with laughter."

Sheng Nian couldn’t help but ask: "What are you laughing at?"

"It’s truly interesting! After that kid decapitated the woman, he actually turned the head around and put it back on."

"Hahahaha..."

Sheng Nian completely didn’t understand.

What on earth was there to laugh about?

"..."

He sighed softly.

Thinking it over, perhaps seeing another Soul with monstrous devilish nature had triggered some strange resonance.

The eccentricities of a Devil Head were truly bizarre.

Just when all the Cultivators were plunged into astonished silence,

Song Yan moved again.

He walked slowly toward White Bone Mountain.

Passing the demonic ape, he casually severed its head, releasing it from its suffering.

He extended his right hand, palm upward, toward Xiao He.

"What are you dazed for? Come back quickly."

The little snake seemed still a bit confused, but it wiggled forward and darted into the sleeve of Song Yan’s Daoist robe.

Although the demonic ape under his command had been slain, Hu Rifei did not show much anger.

His emotions were even more stable than the Yellow Springs Path Cultivators beside him.

He frowned slightly, watching this person without saying a word.

In his heart, he was recalling the protective light shroud on the little snake just now.

"How does it resemble the Lady of the White family from Shangtong Mountain..."

...

On White Bone Mountain, Jin Tianya’s gaze was somewhat dull.

How did he manage to walk as if on flat ground within the ghost domain influenced by the hell transformation diagram?

Indeed, this was only a copy of the original work.

But the true intent within the painting, echoing with the wronged Souls of Changping, had an extremely terrifying impact on a Cultivator’s Dao Heart.

He carefully scrutinized this Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator named Song Yan, his expression shifting several times in his eyes.

Could it be that this small border state of Chu had truly produced a Cultivator with Dao Heart Perfection and clear will?

He was only in the Qi Refinement Stage...

"Song Yan, stop."

Although he didn’t know how this kid managed to do it, Shen Yu’s commanding tone still carried a hint of condescension.

"..."

Song Yan’s expression remained calm, and he turned a deaf ear to Shen Yu’s words.

His steps were firm, and his goal was very clear.

That was the spirit within the painting on White Bone Mountain, Jin Tianya.

Shen Yu’s expression was gloomy; at this moment, he hated Song Yan to the extreme!

The path he was refining was already almost approaching White Bone Mountain.

But even with his extremely fast refining speed, far exceeding that of ordinary people, he still could not compare to the young Cultivator walking as if on flat ground inside.

He demanded: "What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Song Yan still didn’t pay him any mind.

Like a deaf person, he walked step by step to the foot of White Bone Mountain.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze meeting Jin Tianya’s.

Unmoored Boat slowly flew out from the sword case, but he did not act immediately.

Now, there wasn’t much Sword Qi left in the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion, though his spiritual power was slowly recovering.

He condensed his spiritual power and shot it toward White Bone Mountain.

Under the gaze of everyone, that spiritual power twisted slightly and inexplicably deviated from Jin Tianya.

"Heh heh..."

Jin Tianya laughed lightly: "Overestimating your own capabilities."

Shen Yu outside the boundary also breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s right, if the spirit within the painting were so easily refined, how would it be a turn for a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator like him?

But Song Yan was not panicked, and Unmoored Boat was retracted into the sword case.

Just when all the Cultivators thought he was going to give up, they saw that slender figure take another step and climb onto White Bone Mountain.

"Obstinate."

Shen Yu sneered: "If you turn back now, I can let bygones be bygones regarding Shen Huai’s death."

Whether it was threats or inducements.

That Cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm seemed not to have heard, walking step by step on his own path.

This made Shen Yu incomparably furious, and he had to continue refining.

Jin Tianya beckoned with one hand, and under the phantom of Hell, the sky full of ghost images flew toward White Bone Mountain one after another.

Now, in the entire Avici Hell, only Song Yan remained as a living Cultivator.

Jin Tianya had devoured the blood, Qi, and wronged Souls of a large number of Mortals, as well as over a dozen Qi Refining Realm Cultivators and demons.

Now his aura was only one step away from the Foundation Establishment Realm.

As long as he killed the person in front of him, he would have a glimmer of hope to contend with those in the Foundation Establishment Realm outside!

Although he was now self-imprisoned in the painting and unable to move, he could still manipulate the fierce ghosts within the painting!

Yet Song Yan was unhurried, and the Sword Qi in the Zhen Dao Sword Mansion surged crazily.

From the sword case behind him, white sword shadows flew out one after another, continuously.

The sword shadows flew into the air, swirling in all directions, meeting the sky full of ghost images and slaughtering them continuously.

Song Yan did not look sideways, continuing to walk upward.

"..."

Jin Tianya’s expression sank, and his hand movements changed again.

All the ghost images merged behind him, condensing into a huge demonic figure.

The demonic figure moved its huge palm and slapped it fiercely toward Song Yan.

The demonic palm spanned across the ghost domain, blotting out the sky and sun.

Under its pressure, that young Cultivator appeared so small, so fragile, as if he would die in the next moment.

Song Yan slightly raised his head, murmuring.

"Compared to the one-zhang-tall demonic figure condensed by that person at Bei Ya Mountain, this behemoth is truly too insubstantial."

"In the future, if I condense the Great Light Dharma Image of the Pure Heaven, I must take this as a warning."

He wiped his sword finger from his sleeve.

Unmoored Boat flew out from the sword case, and black flames flared up at the hilt, while spiritual light suddenly appeared on the sword body.

It flew straight to meet the handprint that blotted out the sky and sun!

The demonic palm stalled abruptly, and began to disintegrate.

On the black and white sword light, there were faint traces of wind and thunder, continuing to move rapidly along the arm of the demonic figure; not a single ghost image could withstand an instant under this sharp edge.

Shoulder... torso... neck...

The huge demonic figure collapsed inch by inch.

Li Qingfeng, outside the boundary, watched this scene, somewhat dazed.

"Ox-Carving Blade Technique... no, Ox-Carving Sword Technique?"

Back at Peach Blossom Dock, to kill the corpse puppet of Hanging Sword Mountain, he had used the Ox-Carving Blade Technique once.

Jin Tianya was distracted for a moment, and Song Yan was already standing in front of him.

At this moment, his heart was bitter.

If it were himself before becoming the spirit within the painting, relying on his tenth-layer Qi Refining Realm, he would not be so passive at all.

It was timing, it was fate.

A pair of hands reached out toward him.

Jin Tianya looked at Song Yan with some terror and shouted loudly.

"Wait! A Cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm definitely does not have enough spiritual power to refine this treasure; what’s more, you might even be backlashed by the wronged Souls in this painting! You should ask a Senior for help..."

"There is no need for that."

Song Yan’s expression was calm, and his palm had already been pressed onto Jin Tianya’s brow.

In his palm, a strand of Sword Essence condensed rapidly.

"You..."

The sharp edge pierced through his skull in the blink of an eye.