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The independent cultivators had no loyalty or disloyalty to the Lingxiao Sword Sect. They only obeyed them because they now controlled the resources of the entire Baihong Immortal City.

Likewise, he was not interested in the so-called Xunfeng Immortal Sect. Although he was grateful to them for not plundering or forcibly recruiting independent cultivators to be cannon fodder, it was just a thank you from the bottom of his heart, and he would not cheer for them.

As long as the battle did not affect them, they would just watch from the sidelines. Even if the battle did affect them, they would just get up and move to another place.

Zhu Qingran had one arm hanging down, with blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the bluestone slabs.

Many White-robed Sword Sect monks were already lying around him.

Except for a few Nascent Souls who were barely able to deal a single blow, most of the other family forces that came to support fell to the ground, and among the attackers, only a few died, but many were injured.

These people had no idea who they were fighting against. These monks wearing the vests of Xunfeng Immortal Sect were the elite of the Holy Dynasty!

What they excel at is legionary combat. Even the level of their cultivation is subject to certain rules. They have been cooperating with each other for at least sixty to seventy years, and they have a tacit understanding in the use of various techniques.

In their eyes, those golden elixirs were like a group of farmers holding sharp weapons. Even some Nascent Soul cultivators of the family, if they did not have any good defensive magic weapons or their cultivation was a little weak, would be in trouble in their hands.

Every person injured means that one of the enemies will be seriously injured or die.

This is their application of the collective tactic of exchanging small for big.

The monks from Baihong Immortal City who saw this scene for the first time were enlightened, but the price was high. Those monks who provided support and defended the city were almost all killed or injured.

Here in the formation, there are only two Nascent Souls left making their final struggle. One is Zhu Qingran, and the other is the patriarch of the Ruan family. The two who were confronting each other at that time are now standing back to back, facing six Nascent Soul peak cultivators!

There were also several Nascent Soul cultivators helping the Golden Core cultivators with the final harvest.

Cold, bloody, cruel, but very efficient!

"Damn it, it looks like I won't be able to survive this disaster today!"

"Mr. Zhu, I thought you had run away!"

"Born here, raised here, where to go?"

"Heh, you are a homebody. I didn't expect a bad guy like you could hold on until now."

"Master Ruan, don't be so sarcastic. If they had come a little later, I would have taken down your Ruan family! Now you have a chance to become a hero with me."

“Hahaha, then I have to thank them!”

"I don't know what happened to the Sword Sect. They haven't come to support us for so long!"

"Sword Sect, haha, we can't take care of them now. We are fighting for Baihong Fairy City and for our family!"

"Yeah, let's do it!"

A cruel look appeared on Zhu Qingran's face. In the past, he would only show this expression when he oppressed the lower-level cultivators or robbed them by force.

This time, it is against the real enemy and also against myself.

Unfortunately, they are ultimately not as good as these well-trained monks from the "Xunfeng Immortal Sect".

When they were about to attack, these monks were already prepared, and all kinds of spells, spiritual attacks, and even secret techniques had been used.

Various magic weapons attacked according to their division of labor.

After just one encounter, he was completely suppressed and finally fell to the ground without even a chance to self-destruct.

The last thing Zhu Qingran saw was the bumpy bluestone road that he had always said he wanted to rebuild, which had been turned upside down.

But tonight, it seems exceptionally smooth.

Those potholes were filled with bright red, and then the entire ground, the entire fairy city, and the entire sky.

Finally his world turned blood red and black.

The cultivators of Xunfeng Immortal Sect quickly cleaned up the battlefield and took away everything from their bodies, including everything that their Nascent Soul could use, and of course, the corpses were taken away as well.

This was specifically instructed by the Lord of the Lonely Wuhen Sect.

Although they felt strange, they did not intend to ask why, because in their concept there was no why, they only had to obey orders and then do it.

"The wind rises, the sky falls, and the path of cultivation is full of freedom!"

...

"The mighty wind of Xun sweeps away the corruption, and Lingxiao's sword brings no justice!"

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Finally, he shouted a slogan and began to arrange everyone to enter the teleportation array. The raid plan on Baihong Fairy City was completed perfectly.

Even as they were retreating in an orderly manner, there was still a debate going on above the sword pavilion of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Huai'an was very angry at the moment. It was already this time, and he was still fighting for the position of team leader and still thinking about the credit for encircling and suppressing the remnants?

He glanced at the current clan leader.

I thought, are you redundant? You can decide for yourself if the fairy city is attacked. It's not a big fairy city, just a fourth-level fairy city. Just send a few gods to go there.

I had to report it to you, and now, a small matter has turned out like this.

It is really strange to say that a group of venerables are arguing over such a trivial credit. It is really speechless.

It's okay for Venerable Mingyuan to fight for it, after all, they are all going to die, and it is understandable that he should accumulate more merits for future generations. But what are you two doing, Venerable Jueyue and Suiying?

The ninth level of fusion, what’s the shortcoming for the cultivators at the peak of fusion? What’s the shortcoming for your disciples and descendants?

You guys can keep arguing, he won't serve you anymore.

I don’t know what happened to the Sword Sect, but it seems that since the last time they came back, several of the venerables have been showing some signs of competing with each other.

In the past, everyone was more humble, even a little bit resigned. If you were willing to arrange it for me, I would arrange it for you. If you were not willing to arrange it for me, then I would not arrange it for you. We would not force it and would not take the initiative.

Now, no matter big or small, there is always a good side and a bad side.

He felt that this was the reason why the sect leader was too weak. When he was the sect leader, he couldn't say that he had the final say, but at least if he made a decision, these venerables had to ask for his opinion if they wanted to overturn it.

Even after the master went to the Vast Sea Secret Realm, he still had a lot of say.

As a result, now that the sect leader has been changed, it has become like this!

Without saying a word, he walked out of the sword pavilion and flew up on his sword. Out of sight, out of mind. He discovered that since his master entered the secret realm, nothing had been going well, including the war with the Holy Hall and the relationship between the master and the monsters.

The closer one is to go to the Land of Chaos after returning from the roundabout.

Coincidentally, Master is not here this time either.

Is it true that Master is the ballast of the Sword Sect?

With his sword breaking through the sky, he flew directly to Baihong Fairy City. You guys can fight over it, but he will go there himself. No one can take credit for this.

It was almost dawn when he arrived at the border fairy city on the edge of the country that he had almost forgotten.

It seemed as if nothing was happening in the city at the moment.

Huai'an was quite confused. After his spiritual sense swept down, his face began to turn ugly.