Chapter 145: Choose to save one person or a hundred people?
"Master!" Xie Wuyang said anxiously.
This time, Yun Wanzhou did not give him the right to refuse. He turned around and was about to walk out of the barrier. When he was one step away, he was stopped by Xie Wuyang in front of the barrier again.
"Listen to me, if anything happens to you, no one will be able to stop Song Duoyan!"
"I will never let you die in vain."
"At this point, there's no other way."
Seeing Yun Wanzhou still hesitating, Xie Wuyang lifted his skirt and knelt on the ground, "Disciple is grateful for Master's teachings. I beg Master to help me."
After saying that, he supported himself on the ground with his hands and bowed his head to the ground.
This was the first time he knelt down and begged others since he ascended to the position of Demon Lord.
But there was no sense of being forced.
Yun Wanzhou's face turned pale and he closed his eyes reluctantly.
Behind him are the lives of dozens of disciples of the immortal sect, and in front of him is the safety of the disciples he brought up.
Sacrificing one person can save a hundred people.
Save one person, or save a hundred people?
Just as Yun Wanzhou was hesitating, the two people were deadlocked and refused to give in.
A voice came through the barrier.
"Let me go."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xu Pingsheng, wearing a black robe and holding a phoenix feather, standing outside the barrier, looking at the people inside the barrier from afar.
"Although my cultivation level is not as strong as that of an Immortal Venerable, it is enough to protect one person. I am willing to go with Junior Brother Xie to find Elder Rong Ling."
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On Cangqiong Mountain, black fog was lingering and the grass and trees were withered.
Within the barrier formed by the phoenix feathers, Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng shuttled through the darkness one after the other.
They had only been gone for a short hour when the black fog on the mountain became much thicker, and even Xu Pingsheng's barrier began to fluctuate strangely.
Xie Wuyang took advantage of his demon bloodline and quickly explored the surroundings.
If you meet disciples from the immortal sect, you can take them along, or point out a route for them and arrange for them to mix with Yun Wanzhou and his group.
Along the way, although they did not find Elder Rong Ling, they still rescued many people one after another.
"Thank you two immortal friends for saving our lives." I don't know which batch of rescued disciples came to express their gratitude to Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng.
Xie Wuyang asked as usual, "Have you seen Elder Rong Ling?"
The disciples standing in front all shook their heads, "No."
"We've marked the trees along the way with spiritual power. You can sense the spiritual power and seek refuge in the attic of Cangqiong Mountain. We have important matters to attend to, so we'll go ahead."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng turned around and were about to leave when a young disciple at the end of the team, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly called out to them, "Two senior brothers."
Xie Wuyang turned around and asked, "Anything else?"
"Although we haven't met Elder Rong Ling, when we separated from Elder Xiao of my faction, he told us that the demons were invading and that someone was needed to guard the Cang Qiong Mountain Gate. I wonder if the other elders are here too?"
When Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng heard this, they frowned and looked at each other.
"Thank you, my friend." Xu Pingsheng expressed his gratitude.
The two men said goodbye to the group in a hurry and headed towards the Cangqiong Mountain Gate.
Even though we were well prepared, the scene in front of the mountain gate was still shocking.
The spiritual power of the mountain protection barrier is dim and badly damaged. There are countless holes of all sizes, and its power is almost non-existent.
Many disciples of the immortal sect looked haggard and miserable, sitting on the ground to recuperate.
Elder Rong Ling and several other medicine practitioners rushed around to treat the injured disciples.
"Elder, elder, please come and check on my junior sister. She's been exposed to the black fog and seems to be dying."
Elder Rong Ling quickly stood up to check, lightly felt for the pulse with his fingertips, and frowned, "Are you from the same sect?"
"Yes, yes." The disciple who called the person nodded quickly, "My junior sister and I both learned from the master of Wuyou Sect."
"You circulate your spiritual energy within your body for a small cycle and transfer it to her, so that she will have enough energy to suppress the poison. I will have someone protect you."
"Excuse me, Elder, how can we eradicate it?" When the disciple heard Rong Ling's words, he was first surprised, and then worried.
It was at this time that Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng came forward.
Elder Rong Ling sighed and shook his head. "This mist originates from the Nightmare Stone. After Song Duoyan refined it, in addition to the Nightmare Stone's inherent corrosive properties, it also gained a toxin. This poison is insignificant at first, but once injured, it seeps into the bloodstream, causing internal organs and veins to rot, resulting in a life-threatening condition. I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen anything like it."
"Then what the elder means is..." The disciple looked grim.
"Is there really no way?" Xie Wuyang stood in front of Elder Rong Ling, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions.
Only then did Elder Rong Ling notice the two people.
"Perhaps..." Rong Ling thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "There is another way."
"What method?" Xie Wuyang asked hurriedly.
Elder Rong Ling looked troubled. "But the elixir required for this method has long been extinct. It makes no difference whether you have it or not."
"Uncle Master, please feel free to speak." Xie Wuyang insisted.
Rong Ling hesitated to speak, but finally opened her mouth, "Ancient sacred grass, Wind Spirit Grass."
"Wind Spirit Grass, Wind Spirit Grass..." Xie Wuyang repeated in a low voice. A thought flashed through his mind, and a figure suddenly appeared. His eyes lit up and he said, "Perhaps, someone knows where the Wind Spirit Grass is."
"Who?" Rong Ling's eyes were filled with surprise.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly, his eyes searching the crowd. Just as he was about to speak, the elder closest to the mountain gate suddenly stood up for some reason, made a sound of "Jin Cuo", and drew his spirit sword, "The demons are invading, everyone follow me to resist the enemy."
The disciples who were just recuperating stood up at an extremely fast speed, summoned their spiritual weapons, and prepared for battle.
At the same time, numerous and complex footsteps came from the black fog, getting closer and closer.
Through the black fog, Xie Wuyang saw the dense crowds of demon soldiers and overlapping human figures. Before they got close, he felt a sense of oppression in his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
Without a second thought, Xie Wuyang rushed forward and grabbed the leading elder's arm, "No, we can't fight this battle."
"Are we waiting to die if we don't fight?" The elder shook off Xie Wuyang's hand without a second thought, "Disciples, listen to my orders! Form the formation!"
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth, ignoring the murderous intent of the spiritual weapon in the elder's hand, and stretched out his hand to grab the sword with his fist.
The elder had lived for so many years, but this was the first time he had seen someone so fearless. He shook the spirit sword in his hand, and the spirit energy instantly dissipated. "Which sect are you from? Don't you want to live anymore?"
Xie Wuyang knew that this man would not listen to him, so he had no choice but to bring up Yun Wanzhou's reputation to pressure him, "I am following the orders of Yun Xianzun of Cangqiong Mountain to summon everyone to retreat to the Cangqiong Mountain Attic. No disobedience!"
The elder's tone relaxed, but he was still reluctant to give the order. "Do you think I don't want to retreat? The demon soldiers are already here! We're surrounded on all sides, how can you ask me to retreat?!"
Xie Wuyang suddenly drew out Zhuxie and placed it on the elder's neck. "I'm asking you one last time, can you retreat?"
In fact, what he said was not unreasonable. Song Duoyan held the Nightmare Stone in his hand and had tens of thousands of troops behind him. Wherever the poisonous fog went, it would turn into his sharp blade, and he could deal a heavy blow to the hundreds of immortal families at any time.
If they meet the enemy head-on, they will surely be defeated.
Although retreating does not necessarily mean escape, there is always a glimmer of hope.
Xie Wuyang's eyes were filled with coldness. He held Zhuxie's hand and exerted a little force. The cold sword blade cut through the other's flesh, leaving a trail of bright red blood.
The elder's pupils widened. He didn't expect Xie Wuyang to be so bold.
"We are now facing a powerful enemy, with many disciples poisoned. There are also disciples in the attic waiting for Elder Rong Ling to return and treat them. If you still insist on going your own way and refuse to retreat, I don't mind helping the immortal sect change its leader."
"You are simply crazy..." The elder's lips trembled and he took two steps back.
Xie Wuyang pointed the tip of his sword at the elder's throat and said, "Retreat or not?"
The elder was originally hesitant, but seeing Xie Wuyang holding on to this point, he gritted his teeth and finally relented, "All disciples, listen to my order. Follow me and retreat to the Cangqiong Mountain Pavilion. Do not linger..."
Before the word "war" was uttered, a loud noise came from the black fog, and a sword energy broke through the fog, cutting through the sky and earth with extremely sharp momentum and landed among the disciples.
"Get out of the way!" Someone in the crowd came to their senses first and shouted anxiously.
The disciples dispersed one after another, but many were still seriously injured by the sword energy and were wailing.
Xie Wuyang tightened the Zhuxie in his hand, turned around instantly, and looked towards the gate of Cangqiong Mountain.
Outside the broken barrier, the black fog was broken by the sword energy and slowly flowed again, trying to gather again.
Song Duoyan was dressed in black and stood in the middle of the road. The demon soldiers behind him were wearing black armor, as if they had merged into one with the black fog.
A sharp-eyed disciple recognized him immediately, "That...that is..."
"Yes, Song Duoyan is here... Song Duoyan is here!"
It was like thunder exploding in the crowd. The disciples looked at each other, and after staring at each other, they were in a panic.
Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think about it. He pushed the elder away and stood in front of the hundreds of immortal families. He met Song Duoyan's eyes, and flames flew in his eyes.
Song Duoyan raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "Long time no see, thank you for being well."
Almost at the same time, Xu Pingsheng took two steps forward, drew out his Phoenix Feather, and protected Xie Wuyang behind him. "Cangqiong Mountain is a sacred place for the immortals. If you demons set foot here, you will never return."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wrist, and the Fengling sword flashed with light, rushing straight towards Song Duoyan in a flash.
Seeing the tip of the sword touching his eyebrows, Song Duoyan looked calm. He raised his hand slightly, put his hands together, and lightly stopped the sharp sword.
In an instant, the angry sword energy disappeared like a dying flame.
Xu Pingsheng's pupils were slightly startled, and before he could withdraw his hand, a powerful spiritual power fell on his abdomen, instantly pushing him and his sword several steps away.
Xie Wuyang quickly grabbed him and helped Xu Pingsheng to stabilize his body.
Song Duoyan remained motionless, lowering his head to straighten his sleeves that had been ruffled by the spiritual power, and said contemptuously, "You don't know your own limitations."
Xu Pingsheng gritted his teeth and raised the Phoenix Feather again, "Junior Brother, you take everyone away first, I will cover your retreat."
Xie Wuyang let go of Xu Pingsheng's hand and frowned, "Are you alone?"
Xu Pingsheng smiled nonchalantly, "One person is enough."
Xu Pingsheng pushed Xie Wuyang away with a palm, and the Fengling Sword in his hand rang loudly. Wherever it went, wind and dust rose, and cold light flashed.
Before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, he swung out another set of sword techniques and fought with Song Duoyan again.
One movement and one stillness, one attack and one defense.
Xu Pingsheng's moves were fierce, and Song Duoyan retreated step by step, but his face remained calm.
The swordsmanship that the eldest disciple of Cangqiong Mountain was most proud of, in his hands, seemed like just a slight ripple or a gentle breeze, which he could easily dissolve with a wave of his hand.
A moment later, the two men had retreated to the center of the demon army, but no one stepped forward and no one stopped them.
A cold light flashed in Xu Pingsheng's eyes, and he suddenly exerted force on his wrist. During the fight, Feng Ling's attack direction changed, and he actually took advantage of Song Duoyan's unpreparedness and landed on his waist.
There was a sound of golden clang, and Song Duoyan's steps became disordered. He took two steps back, then circulated his spiritual power and attacked Xu Pingsheng's chest with a palm.
As the black mist spread around, it rushed towards Xu Pingsheng's chest.
Xu Pingsheng's pupils trembled, and he suddenly raised his hand to knock away Song Duoyan's palm.
Still a step too late.
The black fog that trapped countless lives was summoned. As Song Duoyan practiced his skills, it penetrated the skin and flesh and pierced Xu Pingsheng's heart. In a moment, it flowed throughout his body along with the blood.
It was as if all the internal organs were dislocated and were being gnawed by countless invisible ants.
After Xu Pingsheng took a few steps back, before he could steady himself, his knees suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground. The smell of blood rushed to his throat, and he groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black fog was visibly covering Xu Pingsheng.
Xu Pingsheng held the phoenix feather in his hand and stuck it into the ground. His breathing was rapid and unsteady. He turned his head distractedly and met Xie Wuyang's eyes. "It's too late, Junior Brother. Hurry... go."
Then he looked at the elders in front of him and urged, "Hurry up and take them... go find... find Immortal Yun."
The black fog surrounding me grew thicker and thicker.
First the lower body, then the waist, then the chest, and later gradually spread to the face, devouring the facial features.
When only a pair of eyes remained, Song Duoyan's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and a trace of spiritual power suddenly overflowed from the intersection of his palm and the phoenix feather, becoming the few remaining colors in the black fog.
Xie Wuyang and the elders and disciples fled quickly, but suddenly they felt a surge of spiritual power behind them. They stopped and turned around to look.
The color contrasted sharply with the black fog, becoming more and more intense, and the interplay was imprinted in Xie Wuyang's eyes, and he was gradually losing control.
The spiritual energy rushed to the sky, and the grass and trees swayed wildly.
Suddenly, the sky became bright and the light was dazzling.
As the pursuing demon army approached, they were separated by an invisible barrier for some unknown reason. The vanguard was caught unawares and was crushed into dust by the huge spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang suddenly anticipated something, his pupils widened, and his disbelieving gaze fell from the demon army to Song Duoyan, and finally returned to Xu Pingsheng who was about to be swallowed up by the black fog.
The situation reversed, and the overwhelming spiritual light dispersed the black fog and wandered between heaven and earth in an unstoppable manner.
That is the full strength of the Nascent Soul stage, but it is enough to rival a Mahayana cultivator.
While I was thinking, my body had already taken action.
Xie Wuyang rushed forward quickly, and the sword in his hand drew a long sword mark on the ground.
The Emperor's Sky Wood on his waist flickered, condensing an extremely strong spiritual power that attached to the Sword of Evil Slaying.
Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think and swung his sword.
The sword hummed.
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