The thick fog was still spreading, and Yun Xian's mind was dizzy. She held her breath, put Liu Linshuang down, and wiped her hand across his eyes.
Those eyes of disbelief finally closed.
She felt her chest begin to rise and fall, but now was not the time to think about other things. The toxins in the thick fog were eroding her five senses bit by bit. Yun Xian walked back along the same path. It was dead silent here, and she didn't see anyone along the way.
It was like a long, lonely street, with only her back holding the sword.
Even those confused spirits were nowhere to be found.
"Not here." Taiping really didn't like the smell here. He slowly turned it over and said, "Those bald donkeys aren't here either. The smell is far away."
That’s indeed not true.
Yun Xian endured the discomfort and turned over these bodies. If the Buddhist disciples were here, they would never be separated, even if they were injured.
Plus there is also Qi Zhiye...where did all these people go?
"My sword seal has already erupted. Jimo Shu must be nearby now." Yun Xian controlled his emotions and hurried towards the third city wall, saying, "That sword seal can temporarily block the meridians. If she was the one who caused this poisonous fog, it should have dissipated long ago."
Taiping said listlessly, "This is her work. The smell of the poisonous mist is similar to the poisonous insect I ate last time. That insect was unexpectedly weakened because the spiritual spring's properties were too incompatible."
"Eat it?" Yun Xian reached out and touched the pink-purple poisonous mist. "With her Nascent Soul stage strength, this poisonous mist is only at this level. Who can it kill?"
Not to mention that she is a half-step Nascent Soul, even people at the fifth level of Golden Core cannot kill her. Anyone who can enter the ancient battlefield has a cultivation level higher than this.
Taiping: "The poisonous insects complement and counteract each other. If one is missing, the body will be greatly weakened."
Yun Xian: "But no matter how big it is, it won't be this big. She must be aware of the poisonous insect. If I were Jimo Shu, why would I risk releasing the poisonous fog even though I knew it couldn't achieve the goal?"
Taiping: "She..."
"First, either her poisonous fog wasn't intended to kill, but to cover up for the Sword Sect. But given the nature of the Demon Cult, would they willingly serve the Sword Sect? Liu Linshuang's death was strange, and the sword energy still lingered, allowing me to detect it. This means that Liu Shilin killed him and left him here. He probably didn't even realize that Jimo Shu's poisonous fog had gone awry."
Yun Xian continued running forward, the wind whipping through her hair. She didn't seem to be talking to Taiping, but rather to herself. "Secondly, even if she doesn't actively trigger it, the poison will erupt. After arriving at the Great Desolate Castle, her spiritual energy hasn't only not increased, but has been steadily weakening. If the owner of those poisonous insects isn't actually her, but someone thousands of miles away, she'll be forced to erupt when the time comes."
From the Ice Shadow Giant Lizard at the beginning, to the Great Wilderness Castle later, and even the Jade Seal and the battlefield, Zhong Changyao knew that the first two could be explained by fate, but the Jade Seal and the ancient battlefield were not even mentioned in the storybook, but the Sword Sect knew them clearly, and even planned the strategy in advance, gathering the elite of all four realms to the ancient battlefield, and then using the spirit of the general to weaken the combat power of all parties, and finally using the Gu fog to eliminate everyone. How could it not be easy to win the championship?
"He colluded with the Demon Cult ahead of time. This secret realm may have been infiltrated long ago." Yun Xian frowned and said, "When the poisonous fog dissipated, the sword energy also dissipated. At that time, everyone outside would simply think that it was the Demon Cult that took people's lives. But now, those outside cannot enter, and those inside cannot leave except by crushing the jade talisman, but-"
Who else was in the poisonous fog? Qi Xingye, Xue Lingxiu, Qiao Lingshan, Feng Ye, and the rest of the Buddhist disciples—not to mention whether they were still conscious when the Sword Sect arrived—were still there. These people were all leaders or elite figures in their respective realms, and none of them could be missing. If they were gone, how would the rest of us respond?
Liu Chang outside is still watching covetously. Words are not enough to prove anything. No matter whether he knew about it beforehand or not, he will definitely try every means to cover up this heinous crime.
There is no prohibition on cultivators attacking other cultivators in the secret realm. The Sword Sect just happened to meet them and felt that they could not miss the opportunity. Look, you came out, didn’t you? Your life was not harmed, right?
The dead cannot speak, and the living cannot be trusted. Then the Northern Realm will easily win the championship, and its strength will be increased. It will be a good sect with a clean record and the leader of the upright people.
Yun Xian ran faster and faster, with a faint smell of blood between his teeth. At this moment, he heard Taiping's thin voice, like thunder in his ears: "Yun Xian!"
Stop thinking about it!
The fog was still in front of him. Yun Xian was stunned and asked, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"
"It's come to this, there's no need to dwell on it. The most important thing now is to find the missing people, lest they be silenced again by Liu Shi." Tai Ping finally showed the maturity of a centuries-old swordsman, saying solemnly, "But I did expect Jimo Shu to do something evil; it's perfectly natural. This Liu Shi is truly a great material for a demonic sect."
Yun Xian turned the tables and said, "You think you didn't remind me? I was still wondering which lucky guy she was going to cast the spell on a stick of incense."
Taiping was furious: "How do I know it will be like this? If this poison is released, the person will be useless. She is a saint who appears once every century. If she were in the Sword Pavilion, her talent would be enough to beat you eight hundred times -"
Before he could finish his words, a purple light descended from the sky, landed heavily on the ground, flew backwards, and hit the city wall.
The thick fog had not yet dissipated. Yun Xian looked carefully and found that the person he had mentioned had come.
Jimo Shu.
However, Jimo Shu's appearance seemed unfriendly. Now she was lying on the city wall, dying, and there was no movement for a long time.
From her belly, the poisonous mist was still gushing out uncontrollably, and the pink and purple light was blinding people's eyes. Yun Xian was not careful and almost fainted again.
What followed was a red light, which also fell heavily on the ground. Immediately, a strong wind slightly blew away the thick fog. Ji Rongxue stood there and waved his hand indifferently.
A string of blood drops from her sharp claws dripped onto the ground, staining her clothes with blood. Behind her, the sturdy man also fell heavily to the ground, dropping the Mei Yanliu in his hand to the ground.
Everyone was injured, with wounds so deep that the bones were visible.
The Body Strengthening Sect actually took a back route and went to deal with the Demon Sect.
"Miss." Yun Xian asked, "Have you been here since the beginning?"
"Hmm." Ji Rongxue's cold and beautiful face was slightly annoyed. She looked up at the stiff bodies scattered on the ground, her eyebrows moving slightly for a moment, and said, "I guess it's wrong. It's my fault."
She thought she could solve the problem directly from the source, Jimo Shu, but while fighting with Jimo Shu, she soon realized that something was wrong.
This is not the level of cultivation that one should have at the Nascent Soul stage, and it is not even as good as some ninth-level Golden Core stages. The spiritual energy is too weak.
It seemed as if something had been devouring this person's flesh and blood. Ji Rongxue was stunned and suddenly remembered the time in the Great Wilderness Castle when Jimo Shu tried to take away the jade seal. She was ready to fight, but the witch did not make a move at that time, but chose to leave in anger.
Did it start then?
She didn't take action not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.
Sure enough, when the time came, a thick fog suddenly erupted from Jimo Shu's body, instantly spreading to the entire battlefield under the mountain. It was a sudden attack like a self-explosion, and it was impossible to defend against. She was also injured at close range at that time, and now her internal organs are still in great pain.
Ji Rongxue was suppressing his injuries and must not show them.
Further down, there was a fight. She wanted to come to the battlefield quickly, but the people from the Demon Cult refused and started fighting with the people from the Body Tempering Sect.
Ji Rongxue glanced at Jimo Shu who was hanging her head on the city wall and thought coldly.
The subordinates refused, and the witch seemed to have lost all her fighting spirit. What was the point of getting entangled with them? It seemed like she was bullying someone.
After the two exchanged the existing information, they found that their ideas coincided with Yun Xian's.
"I knew the Sword Sect might make some small moves." Ji Rongxue showed a rare look of disgust, "but I didn't expect him to be so unscrupulous."
Trying to get the skin of a tiger is like trying to gain its own benefit. They say a man is not a man without ruthlessness, but being ruthless doesn't mean he's too foolish. If you don't use your brain before you act, the consequences will be disastrous. If he collaborates with the Demonic Cult and the Three Realms truly lose their youth and face a generational gap, does he really think he can suppress them with just the Northern Realm?
If I were to die, I would die of stupidity.
At this moment, Taiping suddenly screamed, "Yun Xian!"
Yun Xian looked up when he heard the sound, and a dim golden light suddenly burst out from his sight which was blocked by the thick fog.
That is, inside the third city wall!
Yun Xian and Ji Rongxue looked at each other with a serious gaze, and in a flash, they both ran towards the place where the golden light came from.
The two men put their shoulders together and passed through layers of sticky poisonous fog, like two sharp blades cutting through the sky.
Jimo Shu is now like a broken container, with poisonous fog continuously released and unable to be reversed. But judging from her body shape and the changing state of the thick fog, it will not be long before this poisonous fog that has blocked countless sights and crimes will completely disappear.
Amidst the howling wind, Yun Xian spoke: "When the thick fog dissipates, what Dao Zong wants everyone to see is the situation he has envisioned."
Ji Rongxue: "The Sword Sect will retain its strength, while the rest of the sects will be killed or injured. Of course, it would be best to leave behind a few opponents who are not to be feared, and then compete for the championship."
Yun Xian: "The Body Forging Sect is now——"
Ji Rongxue: "The situation is not good." Her situation was not good either.
Yun Xian: "Now I am practicing as the No.1 Baoqi."
Ji Rongxue: "The Buddhist disciples' formations are indispensable, and his fighting power needs to be preserved."
Yun Xian: "Second——"
Ji Rongxue: "I'll go to Xue Lingxiu's place."
"Understood." As they were about to pass through the third city wall, Yun Xian's eyes were still filled with a hazy fog. She had clearly tried her best to suppress her emotions, but the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch at this moment. She said to Ji Rongxue, who was about to part ways, "Take care."
"The same to you."
The touching shoulders moved away in an instant, and Ji Rongxue led everyone from the Body Tempering Sect to another direction to look for people from the Southern Realm.
The thick fog was beginning to dissipate, and the sound of swords clashing against each other came to her ears. Yun Xian's footsteps became heavier. At this moment, she suddenly remembered the ending of Qiao Lingshan in the storybook.
Together with Zhong Changyao, she represented the Eastern Realm in the Four-Party War. Liu Shi used Liu Linshuang's death as bait and took advantage of her sympathy to lure her into capture. Then her golden elixir was crushed, and she became an ordinary person with damaged meridians and suffering from illness.
Zhong Changyao, who was traveling with her, could only watch her get seriously injured because he was "powerless" and "unexpected".
Yun Xian's pupils suddenly constricted.
In the corner of the thick fog, she caught a glimpse of a faint light.
After robbing the Sword Sect's Sand Cave Xue, Yun Xian was troubled by the pile of glowing grass used to hide the Jade Seal. It took up space and was useless, and he didn't know what to do with it. Finally, with nothing else to do, he used the grass to weave a shabby little grass ring and gave it away everywhere. Qiao Lingshan said no, but in the end, she awkwardly tied the ugly grass ring to her sword. And now...
The familiar sword fell to the ground. Qiao Lingshan's hand struggled to support the hilt, her eyes closed and her head lowered, blood flowing from her body.
Feng Ye stood in front of her tremblingly. The strings of the precious Qinfang sword had been broken in many places, but he was still trying his best to hold the tip of the knife. Liu Hui stood in front of the two of them, urging his spiritual power.
The two were already injured and their spiritual power was weak. The tip of the knife suddenly sank, directly piercing through the guqin and stabbing into Feng Ye's arm. Feng Ye was almost in tears from the pain. He wiped the blood from his hand and collapsed and shouted: "Ahhhh blood blood blood!!"
"... Stop shouting, you're deafening me!" Qiao Lingshan was so close to him that she almost trembled with him. Even at this moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's my blood, not yours."
"Oh, it's yours." Feng Ye let out a long breath, then tremblingly crawled over to touch her face: "Are you still breathing? Are you still alive? Ah? Don't die, I, I'm so scared!"
Qiao Lingshan asked faintly: "After I died, is it my ghost talking to you?"
Feng Ye was so frightened that he was babbling nonsense: "Woo woo woo..."
The two of them didn't know how long they resisted. Qiao Lingshan's blood was almost drained, and she didn't even notice Yun Xian's existence.
Xue Lingxiu and Qi Zhiye were both there, so why were these two people alone together?
Yun Xian blasted out a sword energy, knocking Liu Hui out ten feet away. He struck him again, and before he could even react, he fell to the ground.
"Miss Yun, why are you here?"
Zhong Changyao's slightly panting voice came from behind him. He looked at the tragic scene and said with regret, "I came down too late. I didn't get here in time..."
Yun Xian interrupted him directly: "You were clearly here from the beginning."
She used a declarative sentence, and her tone was extremely cold. Zhong Changyao was shocked by what she said. "Why do you say that, Miss Yun? Am I the kind of person who would watch someone die without helping?"
Yun Xian glanced at him and said, "Go away."
Only when they were close did Feng Ye realize Yun Xian was coming. He almost shook his tail and left a shadow. He cried, "Yun Xian, you're finally here... You don't know how scary this is!"
Yun Xian helped Qiao Lingshan up, sealed her blood vessels with a few thrusts, and asked, "Where's Xue Lingxiu?"
"It seems to be over there." Feng Ye was not sure. The fog was so thick that he lost consciousness at first. "I only saw a pile of brown clothes..."
Finally, a breeze blew, and the thick fog that blocked the view gradually thinned, and finally, slowly dissipated.
Everyone's eyes suddenly became clear, and they could see clearly the current scene inside the third city wall.
The leader still stood distantly on the mountain peak, beneath him a despairingly long ladder. The ladder drifted into the sky, and looking down, he saw a group of Dao Sect members ready for battle, some slightly wounded, their long swords gleaming with blood.
Just before the thick fog dissipated, the sound of metal and stone suddenly stopped. The people who remained in the field were all the top figures in the championship of this Four-Party War.
Qi is practicing.
Ji Rongxue.
Xue Lingxiu.
There was also Liang Xiao from the Hehuan Sect and Yao Xing from the Xingyan Sect, but the latter just stood there in a daze, probably never having thought of really competing with the Dao Sect for anything.
Also, Liu Shi, and Jimo Shu outside the battlefield.
Liu Shi stood on a higher place, and his eagle eyes slowly scanned the people below the stairs.
There were also many disciples behind these people, but they were either seriously injured or had internal injuries. Qi Xingye had not yet recovered from the damage he had just done in suppressing the general's spirit body. Ji Rongxue was still under pressure from the injury he suffered from the poisonous fog explosion. Xue Lingxiu was a little embarrassed, but he could not stop anyone. And there was also -
Yun Xian.
Liu Shi looked at Yun Xian's cold eyes that were about to be tempered, and slightly pulled the corner of his lips.
He had said long ago that no matter how hard you struggle, the outcome will be the same.
Now, this is the best situation that he wants everyone inside and outside the secret realm to see.
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