It only took Xihe and Fang Qinglin half a month to reach Chamdo, and they happened to encounter the various sects attacking the Demon Cult.
Before this, they were sent down from Taichu to bid farewell to the two deceased elders, and then went down the mountain to say hello to Uncle Fu, then rode two fast horses and rushed to Chamdo - according to the information received, the disciple chased Wan Yan and flew here.
Chamdo is a vast country with few people, and there are bare and dry mountains everywhere. It is very cold in September and there is not a single flying bird.
"These cunning fellows, why do they have to hide in this godforsaken place? They are freezing to death!" Li Kui from the Pishan Sect said angrily, shivering with cold while holding his big knife.
The others were also very cold, but they didn't say anything and looked towards the leaders of the six sects.
Led by Grand Master Zong, several other sect leaders were standing with their hands behind their backs, discussing important matters.
The several sect leaders were among the strongest men in the world, with abundant internal energy, so they were naturally not afraid of the cold. Among them, Grand Master Zong had an even more immortal demeanor, which was admirable.
Master Jing'an was no less impressive, with a serious expression and an awe-inspiring aura.
At this moment, a disciple came hurriedly from a distance and ran to the leaders to report something.
Soon, several leaders came over and said, "The location of the demon cult has been confirmed. It's right under this mountain. Without further ado, follow us and we will exorcise the demon!"
A group of heroes responded in unison, the atmosphere was high: "Exorcise the demon! Exorcise the demon!"
Several leaders took the lead, and the others followed closely, bypassing the rocky mountain and arriving in front of a mountain.
The mountain towers into the clouds, with gravel and dead grass piled up at the foot of the mountain. It is no different from the bare mountains around it and is rarely visited by people.
Nun Jing'an drew out the sword in her hand and slashed fiercely at one of the spots. The powerful internal energy created a gust of wind, whoosh—bang!
With a loud bang, a smooth stone door was revealed, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, which looked unusual.
Everyone immediately exclaimed: "It really is the Demon Cult's lair!"
"It's hidden here. No wonder we spared a lot of people but couldn't find it."
"A bunch of timid rats, and only this place suits them."
The rumbling sound shook the heaven and earth. Master Jing'an's sword energy was like a rainbow. Every time she struck, the stone gate vibrated and gravel fell down.
The heroes were concentrating their attention, gripping their weapons tightly. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the stone door shattered.
The next second, a cult disciple with a red scarf on his head rushed out with a machete in hand.
Nun Jing'an sneered, "Just in time!"
In the face of such a large-scale attack, the major sect leaders would basically not take action. However, Master Jing'an ignored it completely. In addition, the Demon Sect had harmed her brother and framed her disciples, and the two sides had a deep grudge against each other, so she charged in with swords drawn.
The Yuehua Sword was spinning, and Master Jing'an was like Yama who reaped lives. Wherever she went, blood spurted out and people died instantly.
The heroes' eyes were burning with anger, and they shouted, "The thieves are coming!" and rushed forward.
For a time, the Demon Cult and the six major sects were fighting fiercely.
The entire mountain was filled with the sound of fighting.
The disciples of the Demon Cult and the righteous path fell one after another, and the people of the Demon Cult could no longer sit still.
The four Dharma protectors rushed out, beat back several righteous disciples, and pointed their swords at the righteous disciples: "You are going too far!"
Nun Jing'an sneered, "King of Hell? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now, I'll take your life!"
He used all his strength to activate the Taiyin Sutra, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Hai Yanwang, swinging his sword and stabbing forward!
Hai Yanwang's pupils constricted, and he dodged immediately. However, half of his shoulder was still cut off. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What kind of magic skills are you practicing?"
After all, he is one of the guardians of the Demon Cult, and his martial arts are rare in the world, but he can't even avoid it!
Master Jing'an was delighted to see how powerful the Taiyin technique was. She looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, "Want to know? I'll burn it for you after we get to the underground."
Hai Yanwang's face instantly turned black: "Old thief, stop being so proud!"
The two men immediately engaged in a fight, with dust flying and explosions ringing out.
The people nearby were unable to dodge and died instantly, which frightened many people and they quickly ran away, away from this pair of killers.
In other battlefields, Wu Lao Mo's lightness skills were unique. He flew into the group of righteous heroes as if he was in an empty space. Many people lost their voice before they could even see who the killer was. The madman wielded a spear with great vigor and fought with several disciples of the Taichu Sect.
The evil cult's techniques include sucking human blood, killing people to practice, and other unorthodox methods.
The madman's practice of the method becomes more and more powerful, and the more confused he becomes, the more insane he becomes, and the only way to stop his madness is to kill people.
To this day, the number of victims is innumerable and their skills are even stronger.
Liu Yurong and others were outnumbered four to one, but they were still struggling. Soon they were injured and bleeding profusely.
"Big Brother, please step aside quickly, I will stop him!"
Mou Yanping roared and swung his sword faster, blocking the eldest brother.
Liu Yurong immediately stepped back, took out some hemostatic powder from his arms and sprinkled it on the wound, preparing to move forward - the madman was too powerful, and his junior brother couldn't hold on for long.
He held the sword and prepared to step forward, but suddenly his eyes were bloodshot: "No!"
The madman laughed creepily, his five claws forming hooks as he grabbed towards Mou Yanping's heart. Mou Yanping's eyes widened——
"Ah!" a scream.
The madman covered his severed hand and retreated screaming.
Liu Yurong rushed forward and asked nervously, "Junior brother, how are you?"
Mou Yanping shook his head and looked forward: "Brother, that's...Fifth Brother?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yurong hurriedly looked over and saw a handsome man in blue clothes with a cold face standing in front of them, pointing the sword in his hand at the madman.
Madman Fang: "Who are you?"
Man: "The one who killed you!"
The three-foot-long blade arced and cut off the madman's head.
It was so quick and decisive that the guardian of the Demon Cult had no power to fight back and fell down in disbelief.
The man turned around, holding his sword at his side, bright red blood dripping from the tip of the sword: "Big Brother, Second Brother."
Liu Yurong was overjoyed: "Fifth brother, you are here?"
Fang Qinglin nodded, then glanced at the battlefield. Not far away, Xihe from Piaomiao Sect had just rescued several junior sisters. He frowned and said, "Senior Brothers, you two go heal your wounds first. I'll take care of this place."
Liu Yurong and the other two nodded repeatedly. They had indeed suffered a lot of injuries. "Fifth brother, if you can't win, come back. Don't force yourself."
Although the fifth brother had just killed the madman Fang with one sword, and his skills were amazing and much stronger than before, they still warned him what to do if he got injured.
Fang Qinglin nodded naturally: "Don't worry, Senior Brother."
As soon as the person left, the color of his eyes changed instantly. He raised the green sword in his hand and flew towards the direction of his junior sister.
Xihe had just kicked away a demon sect disciple who had attacked his fellow sect, when he turned around and saw a ghostly figure scurrying through the crowd. He narrowed his eyes, ordered his disciples to look after each other, then disappeared in a flash.
The old demon Wu was laughing as he bit the neck of a female disciple in the face of her fear.
A gust of wind blew, and he subconsciously pushed the female disciple forward. Suddenly, a long sword pierced through the female disciple's chest.
Wu Lao Mo's pupils shrank, and when he saw the person coming, his scalp went numb and he turned around and ran away.
"Where are you going?" Xihe immediately chased after him.
The old demon Wu yelled, "Fairy Chu, Aunt Chu, please forgive me when you can. You and your wife have already cut off one of my arms, so we're even. Why are you still chasing me?"
(End of this chapter)
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