I just hope that Master Qingyuan won’t be tied down by emotions, so as to avoid being tricked by that old man Daohong.
"Everyone, although I, Qingyuan, am a demon, have I ever done anything to offend you when I was the head of the sect?"
His voice contained powerful spiritual power, as if it carried a magical power. Upon hearing his words, everyone subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at him intently.
Some of the disciples' eyes flickered slightly, and they took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Seeing this, Luo Heng got up from the ground with a cold face and stopped his fellow disciples from taking action.
"Brother, they are demons, why are you trying to stop us?"
Luo Heng said coldly: "I am the leader. You are not allowed to act without my order."
This disciple was Cheng Ping, a distant cousin of Cheng Mingxuan, and naturally sided with Dao Hong Zhenjun. Dao Hong had assigned this person to his team as deputy leader, naturally to keep an eye on him.
"Luo Heng, don't forget their current identities. Do you want to betray the sect?"
Luo Heng pointed the Yunxiao Sword at Cheng Ping's neck. "If you don't agree, you can try and see who's faster, your movements or my sword?"
The sword on his throat suddenly tightened, and he felt a chill on his neck, accompanied by pain. Cheng Ping was so angry that he laughed and gritted his teeth and said, "You are such a good person, Luo Heng. I will remember you!"
Luo Heng put away his sword and turned away disapprovingly, which made Cheng Ping so angry that his face almost turned into a puffer fish.
All the disciples showed hesitation on their faces. What he said was true. During Qingyuan's tenure, the reputation of Zixia Sect was the best. However, when the disciples saw Daohong's face turn ashen, they were frightened and lowered their heads quickly.
Hearing this, several elders looked a little ashamed and said, "Qingyuan, we have to admit that you did a good job during your tenure, but a demon is a demon. How can we, the human sect, allow a demon to be the leader? How will the other major sects view us? How will the cultivators in the world view us?"
With this elder taking the lead, the others also became bolder.
"Everyone, I know your concerns. I am not here to compete for the position of the head, but to let you see Dao Hong's wolfish ambitions."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw out a photo stone, and the scene showed the day when Qingyuan's identity was exposed.
Facing these former compatriots, Qingyuan couldn't bear to confront them with swords. It would be best if he could convince them directly with evidence.
Daohong felt something was wrong, and secretly waved his sleeves to release spiritual energy directly towards the shadow stone.
Qingyuan had been on guard against him for a long time and dissolved his palm wind with one palm.
"Formation!"
Qingyuan muttered something silently and strengthened a formation around Daohong. It turned out that he had set up a sub-formation here at the beginning. When Daohong made a move, the head of Qingyuan activated the formation.
Yang Fan gritted his teeth and said, "This Dao Hong old thief is really despicable and shameless. Fortunately, the master was prepared in advance."
"Damn it, old bastard Qingyuan, let me go!" Daohong brewed purple lightning in his palm and hit the barrier, but unexpectedly, the spiritual power he hit out actually bounced back.
"Daohong, if you don't feel guilty, why did you destroy the image stone?"
There were many monks in the crowd who came to watch the fun, and the ones who were talking were the monks at the foot of the mountain.
They all don't want war to break out. The first people to be affected by war are ordinary people like them. Instead of starting a war and causing countless casualties, it is better to solve the source of the problem.
As the image on the photo stone gradually emerged, Daohong's face became increasingly gloomy.
In the picture, Qingyuan was seen in seclusion in a secret room, and Daohong sent his disciples away to discuss important matters.
Leng Qingning was also very curious about what had happened and looked at the photo stone.
The disciples opened their eyes wide in disbelief, they actually discovered that Dao Hong was performing evil magic, they saw black air swirling around him, absorbing the spiritual power of the disciples around him, turning the disciples into puppets alive, driving these puppets to fight, and then everything that happened was what they knew.
The faces of the elders who spoke for Daohong were all flushed red, and they felt a little resentful towards Daohong, but what if they were all on the human side?
"What kind of evil magic is this that can turn people into puppets?"
Suddenly someone in the crowd was shocked. It turned out that the scene on the photo stone changed. Daohong was no match for Qingyuan, and he actually sucked the spiritual power of the disciple guarding outside the door, turning him into a controllable puppet.
When Leng Qingning saw these puppets, her face suddenly changed. She had seen this strange puppetry in the secret realm before, but the people in that secret realm were obviously not as skilled as Daohong. They were just half-baked. It would take twenty years for the cultivators who were hit to become puppets.
The cultivators near the sect took the opportunity to secretly send a message to the immortal cultivation family or other sects.
"Xiao Qingning, have you ever seen this evil magic?" Ye Qingzhu asked when he saw that she looked unwell.
Leng Qingning had no intention of hiding anything from the others and said, "I once accidentally entered a secret room in the secret realm. There was a puppet inside. His lower body had completely become a puppet, and only his upper body still looked normal. Those who were hit by this spell could only watch themselves die. This evil spell is very cruel."
Everyone else heard her conversation. Luo Heng's eyes were complicated and conflicted when he heard it, thinking of the instructions his master had given him before he disappeared.
"Remember not to get too close to Daohong, Heng'er. I know you are simple-minded and upright. If I don't return one day, you should leave Zixia Sect."
Luo Heng had mixed feelings for a moment: Could it be that Master had already known that something was wrong with Uncle Daohong?
His shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and he saw Fu Qing looking at him with concern, probably because he noticed that something was wrong with his expression.
"Fu Qing, you must trust me no matter what I do later."
Fu Qing first looked at him seriously, then smiled and showed his white teeth, patting him and said, "You are my good brother, who else can I trust if I don't trust you?"
Even if they want to betray the sect, they, good brothers, must go together. The moment Daohong took over this sect, he had enough of it.
At this time, someone said, "God, how cruel! Dao Hong Zhenjun is such a person!"
All the disciples of Zixia Sect looked at him with strange eyes.
"You are really misleading people with your lies. Today, I will enforce justice on the behalf of heaven and get rid of you evil monsters!" The formation that besieged him finally couldn't bear the weight and showed some cracks.
"Crack~"
The silver light shattered like glass, falling into countless fragments. The barrier around Dao Hong was broken, and the photo stone was pinched in his palm and turned into powder.
Dao Hong's veins bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, his robes fluttered, and his aura gushed out. The disciples with low cultivation levels present immediately vomited blood, their legs became weak, and blood oozed from their skin.
"That's enough, old bastard Qingyuan! You're truly resourceful, using such a shady trick to trick me. Come on, apprehend these thieves!"
"Luo Heng, what are you still standing there for? Come on!"
Luo Heng looked towards the head of Qingyuan with a pale face, pursed his lips, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his cold and handsome face showed pain because of the pressure.
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