The rotten wooden staff and the flowing light sword stopped arguing and continued their cultivation after hearing Xiao Feng's roar.
If you don't cultivate yourself properly when you have such a good opportunity, you might miss it in the future.
Xiao Feng watched the two of them continue their story, then quietly closed his eyes.
He was using his spiritual power to check if the golden-winged bird had any wounds, and needed to find an opportunity to leave as soon as possible.
The golden-winged bird was tumbling in mid-air, and he could understand how much damage the rotten wooden staff and the flowing light sword had done to her.
As long as it continues to absorb power, the Golden-Winged Bird will eventually run out of strength.
Little did they know, Su Xueqing was facing some trouble.
Seeing that the disciples of the Crimson Flame Sect could not enter, the Golden-Winged Bird slammed its head against the barrier.
"boom..."
The barrier shattered into pieces. Su Xueqing clutched her chest and staggered back several steps, her face contorted with rage: "That beast! He actually let people in on purpose!"
Clearly, the gold-winged bird understood that it needed help.
Yan Ziping led many disciples to the mountains and found Su Xueqing there. His face turned extremely ugly.
"You're actually here? I knew I wasn't wrong about you. You came here for this golden-winged bird, didn't you?"
With her purpose perfectly clear, Su Xueqing shrugged nonchalantly: "Of course, if it weren't for this Golden-Winged Bird, we wouldn't have come to a sect like yours."
Compared to the Ming Cult, the Crimson Flame Sect does indeed seem rather inferior.
"roar..."
Seeing that his disciples were not coming to help, the golden-winged bird let out an extremely mournful cry.
Upon hearing the Golden-Winged Bird's voice, Yan Ziping noticed that she was bleeding profusely.
"You actually dared to harm our sect's guardian beast? You've got some nerve, but unfortunately, you'll all have to stay here."
Several disciples of the Crimson Flame Sect stepped forward and surrounded him.
Su Xueqing looked up at the golden-winged bird and noticed that blood was flowing down its abdomen from time to time.
"It seems that Xiao Feng has succeeded, and I have to stop you."
Yan Ziping knew he was no match for Su Xueqing, so he snorted coldly: "All disciples, listen to my command and form the formation."
The disciples drew their weapons and stood in one corner of the formation.
This formation is the sect's protective formation for the Crimson Flame Sect. The fact that it can be used here is already enough to save face for Su Xueqing.
"A sect-protecting formation? You think too highly of me."
Su Xueqing slowly mobilized the spiritual energy within her body, gathering it in her palms, and then fiercely struck towards the direction of the formation.
Yan Ziping, unsure if his move could counter Su Xueqing, roared angrily, "Kill!"
Almost all the disciples raised their weapons high, their sword intent dazzling.
"Bang..."
A loud bang came from mid-air, and the dazzling light made it impossible for many people to even open their eyes.
Yan Ziping felt as if he had been struck hard, and his whole body fell to the ground.
"Pfft..."
Blood dripped from his mouth. He glanced at the disciples beside him and found that they were in no better shape than he was.
Almost all the disciples were lying on the ground clutching their chests, clearly badly injured by the blow, and possibly even suffering internal injuries.
"Senior Brother, we are no match for her."
Seeing his disciples bring up this matter, he glared at them fiercely and said, "Shut up! Do you think I don't know we can't win?"
The injuries inside his body brought with them a profound sense of weakness, making him feel as if he were about to faint.
He knew he absolutely could not faint here, otherwise not only would they die here, but even the Golden-winged Bird would be in danger.
He gasped and looked at the disciples beside him: "Quickly go find Elder Jin for help."
The disciple furthest away slowly stood up and forced himself to take a few steps forward.
Unfortunately, Su Xueqing's eyes were fixed on them, so how could they possibly have the strength to leave?
The spiritual energy in his hand gradually coalesced, and he hurled it fiercely at the disciple.
How could a severely injured body withstand such a deadly attack that seemed destined to succeed?
"boom..."
Without even a chance to resist, the person was evaporated into nothingness by this force.
Yan Ziping's eyes widened in fury as he looked at his disciple in this state.
“You...you have repeatedly killed my disciples. We must avenge this.”
Seeing that Yan Ziping still had the mind to bring up revenge, Su Xueqing smiled and said, "Revenge? You think you can take it?"
The Spirit Sword Sect is a sect from the lower realm, and no matter how hard they investigate, they cannot find any results.
As for the Ming Cult, even if they were given a lot of courage, they wouldn't dare to come to the Ming Cult.
Yan Ziping struggled to his feet, a sinister smile on his face: "You really think we can't do anything to you?"
He took out a jade talisman from his clothes and crushed it violently.
The power of space slowly swept into the distance, and even though she noticed it in advance, she had no way to stop it.
"boom..."
In the distance, an extremely violent aura erupted from the cave.
The space was gradually torn open, and a somewhat burly figure slowly walked out.
Elder Jin looked at the disciples scattered all over the ground, his face filled with anger: "What happened?"
Yan Ziping dared not waste any time and knelt before Elder Jin: "This woman wants to destroy our sect. Please, Elder Jin, take her down."
When she heard that Su Xueqing wanted to destroy her sect, she looked up and found the golden-winged bird crying out in pain behind her.
With just one glance, Elder Jin's face darkened.
"You actually dare to plot against my physical body? You've got quite the nerve."
Those familiar with him know that Elder Jin has begun to lose his temper, and every move he makes is a killing blow.
"Elder Jin will definitely be able to kill that woman and avenge our sect's disciples."
"Yes, Elder Jin is very strong. Killing that woman should be no problem for him."
"call out..."
During the conversation, Elder Jin vanished into thin air.
Although Su Xueqing guessed that he might appear in front of her, she had no power to resist him.
"Bang..."
A hand landed lightly on Su Xueqing's back, sending her flying and crashing heavily into the forest.
His strikes were always successful, setting an example for many of his disciples.
"Haha, I knew Elder Jin would definitely avenge us and kill this woman."
Many disciples started to jeer, thinking that it was only a matter of time before Elder Jin killed her.
However, they did not expect this.
Despite having gone through so much, Su Xueqing still hasn't used her true power.
She slowly stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face filled with anger: "You think you can really kill me?"
His hands were forming a mudra in front of his chest, and his eyes had turned pure black.
Seeing her transformed into this state, Elder Jin understood that she possessed an innate sacred body.
"Bang..."
The enormous body of the Heavenly Demon Saint appeared behind her, its dark eyes fixed intently on Elder Jin's eyes.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire mountain forest, leaving many disciples without even the strength to raise their heads.
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