There is no time in cultivation.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and ten years are just the blink of an eye.
The village was engulfed in flames, with thick black demonic energy mingling with the dark green flames, and bones scattered across the ground.
"Hahaha, Shangqing! I'll be waiting for you down there!"
The frantic and rough voice was filled with strong resentment, but it was silenced by an invisible sword.
Zhu Yuanqing pulled back his hand, the sword shape dissipated, and the demon cultivator fell down with the same expression he had when he was alive, his two pairs of eyes staring angrily at the sky.
The demonic energy dissipated, but Zhu Yuanqing's expression remained unchanged as he reduced the demon cultivator in front of him to ashes. "It's a pity that your soul is completely destroyed. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for me."
Zhu Yuanqing stepped over the human-shaped black ash and confirmed that the village was empty. He burned the scattered bones and frowned.
Seven years ago, a new demon cultivator reached the stage of God Transformation. Since then, the number of cultivators who have reached the stage of God Transformation in both the righteous and evil sects has been equal, which can be considered as a half-faced loss of face.
In recent years, the devil has become more and more rampant. The devil lord Helian Jue has already become a god, and he is even more rampant. He threatened to fight against the righteous path, but was rejected in vain. He then spread the word that the righteous path has no one and promoted the devil's way everywhere.
Six years ago, Jing Yuan established his foundation, and the formation of Tianjue Valley became unstable. Zhu Yuanqing left the sect and went to Tianjue Valley after his disciples established their foundation. He has only now arrived at the foot of Xuanyuan Sect's mountain.
He had seen countless evil magics along the way, so the lifeless village in front of him was not surprising, but the problem was that this place was not far from Xuanyuan Sect.
The flames gradually died down, Zhu Yuanqing frowned, and his heart became even heavier.
There are only about ten skeletons, which does not match the number of houses in the village.
He sighed, thinking of the desolate villages and towns along the way, and his figure disappeared on the spot.
He needs to talk to the clan leader.
Zhu Yuanqing had something on his mind, so after entering the sect, he went straight to the main peak. As soon as he stood firm, he met the gaze of Taoist Lingxiao.
"Shangqing, how was this trip?"
The air was filled with tea smoke, the chessboard was already set, and Taoist Lingxiao was stroking his long beard, apparently having been waiting for a long time.
Zhu Yuanqing lowered his eyes and said bluntly: "The demonic cultivators are wreaking havoc on the human world, causing countless casualties and the disappearance of a large number of mortals. I'm afraid there's a conspiracy."
Taoist Lingxiao sighed, "I've heard about this as well. It's just that the sect doesn't have enough disciples, so all those who can be used have been sent out. Even the son of the Wuxiang Peak Master lost half his life."
"I asked Yunxin to come down the mountain a few days ago. I think she can bring some news."
Zhu Yuanqing nodded, gradually approached, looked directly into Taoist Lingxiao's eyes, and explained his mission: "The formation in Tianjue Valley is unstable. Even if I exert all my strength, I can only hold it off for fifty years at most. After fifty years, there will be no more spiritual practitioners in the world."
Taoist Lingxiao held up a piece of paper and motioned Zhu Yuanqing to sit down. His spiritual consciousness in the Spirit Transformation Stage enveloped the entire palace, and not even a bird could fly in.
Guessing that the other party had something to say, Zhu Yuanqing also picked up a piece, and when the opponent's black piece fell, the white piece in his hand quickly followed.
Taoist Lingxiao made another move: "Don't worry, the deputy sect leader will come out of seclusion soon. When she comes, you can go with her to clean out those evil cultivators, and then let her accompany you to take a look."
"Remember a real person?" Zhu Yuanqing paused and raised his eyebrows slightly.
There are three gods in the righteous path. The first is the Taoist Lingxiao, the leader of Xuanyuan Sect; the second is the Zhenren Nianyi, the deputy leader; and the third is Zhenren Xuancheng, the leader of Tianjue Valley.
Among the three, Taoist Lingxiao is too old and has no hope of reaching the top, and Taoist Xuancheng also claims that he can no longer make any progress. Only this deputy sect leader is truly gifted and is the only female cultivator among the three.
Zhenren Nian Yi has been in seclusion for many years, looking for an opportunity to break through, and she vowed not to come out until she breaks through. She was already in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation before she went into seclusion. If she comes out now, wouldn’t she be in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation?
Zhu Yuanqing didn't hide his surprise: "It's a good thing that the real person has come out of seclusion, but what about the demon cultivators?"
The two sect leaders must not act rashly. If the demonic cultivators act recklessly, wouldn't it be dangerous for Master Nian Yi to be alone outside?
Taoist Lingxiao shook his head: "She has other important matters on this trip. This matter is between you and me, and no one else will know."
Why does a Divine Transformation cultivator need to travel?
Zhu Yuanqing was doubtful, but Taoist Lingxiao waved his whisk, throwing the chess pieces on the table into a mess.
"Ah, Shangqing, I'm afraid we can't play this game anymore."
Zhu Yuanqing was about to put down the white piece in his hand, but when he heard the words, he raised his head and looked coldly at the innocent-looking man: "I'm about to win."
"Shangqing, don't be angry, don't be angry. Come, have a cup of tea to cool down." As he said that, Taoist Lingxiao quickly pushed a cup of tea over.
Zhu Yuanqing almost held his forehead with his hands.
The next moment, the white light left, and Taoist Lingxiao put down the cup in disappointment and shot towards the empty place.
A pair of bare hands caught the tea tray, and Nian Yi's figure emerged, leaning against the pillar: "Why, you don't tell him?"
Taoist Lingxiao chuckled and said, "I won't tell you."
Nian Yi had waist-length hair and only a plain hairpin on her head. The brightest color on her body was the green Bilian skirt.
She tilted her head back and drank the tea, her movements uninhibited: "Can't bear to leave?"
Taoist Xuancheng shook his whisk, still looking cheerful: "Are you willing to give it up?"
It is true that Zhu Yuanqing was tricked by Taoist Lingxiao into coming up the mountain, but all his sword skills were taught by Nian Yi. If you were to say who is more like his master, it would be Nian Yi.
"This tea tastes bland." Nian Yi said in a cold voice.
The teacup flew towards Taoist Lingxiao, heading straight towards his face.
Seeing that the cup was about to hit him, Taoist Lingxiao stopped it, and a storage ring hit his forehead directly.
"Hiss, rude." Taoist Lingxiao rubbed his forehead, and swept his spiritual sense through the storage ring, and saw several jars of things that looked like wine.
He was about to ask, but Nian Yi had already left, leaving only the last words.
"Leave it to Qing'er."
The female cultivator's voice was gentle, somewhat similar to Zhu Yuanqing's, but at this moment she was suppressing some intense emotions.
"Lingxiao, when you took Qing'er up the mountain, I should have killed you with my sword!"
The smile on Taoist Lingxiao's face suddenly froze. He lowered his head, rubbed the storage ring in his palm, and bent his back slightly.
"I'm sorry..."
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