Another boat appeared on the horizon. As it landed, and the people on board gradually approached, Qi Xin snorted and instructed the disciples behind him, "Once we enter the ancient ruins, keep your distance from those sword madmen. If there's no conflict of interest, don't get into a fight with them."
The disciples quickly agreed.
Shi Lan turned her head and looked at the dozen or so people who were walking over one after another. She clicked her tongue in amazement. Such a big sword on her back must be quite heavy.
Ruan Bohong led the burly man to the open space at the front.
Qi Xin glanced at Jian Shu and beckoned Ming Xuan to come over together.
Then the monk holding the staff and the four strangely dressed people standing far away on the other side walked together at the same time. Then the group held onto the air, and illusory rays of light spread rapidly from between them.
Only then did Shi Lan realize that there was a transparent barrier in front of those people. The magic power of the group quickly formed a large net in all directions, and the barrier rippled slightly as it was surrounded by the net.
Seeing this, the group quickly increased their pressure, and the ripples gradually spread and thinned until they became a true void.
Ruan Bohong had been closely monitoring the barrier. When he saw a crack appear in the barrier, he quickly shouted to the disciples of the various sects standing to the side, "Hurry up and go in!"
The disciples had clearly been instructed beforehand, and they quickly got up and rushed into the ever-growing hole.
In less than twenty breaths, the hole that had just appeared began to close up again. Even though Ruan Bohong kept urging everyone to output their magic power, they still couldn't stop the hole from closing. Fortunately, the disciples present were fast enough that they all rushed in when the hole was completely closed.
Withdrawing his fingers from the barrier, Ruan Bohong said breathlessly, "Fellow Daoists, you have worked hard. Please come with me to the temporary camp set up by my sect to recuperate for a while."
The man carrying a greatsword wiped his forehead and said, "It's fine to rest, but have you prepared the spirit wine you promised me?"
Ruan Bohong smiled at the man who loved to drink, "Fellow Daoist Xu, please be patient. We will have to wait here for another five days. The spirit wine I promised you will be unearthed from underground in two days. I have also prepared some peach blossom wine in the tent. Fellow Daoist Xu can use it to moisten your throat first."
Ruan Bohong knew Xu Ziliang's love of alcohol well, and a few words made him laugh heartily as he headed towards the camp.
Seeing his impatient appearance, Huiming shook his head and said, "No wonder you haven't broken through to the realm of enlightenment after decades of being unable to let go of your obsessions."
Ruan Bohong glanced at him, smiled, and gestured for him to move forward.
Qi Xin stepped past Hui Ming and said with a sneer, "Even if Xu Ziliang hasn't broken through Ming Xin, he can still kill you in one move. If you don't believe me, go and try it."
Huiming cultivates Buddhist affinity, and the techniques he practices are mostly defensive, making his offensive power much weaker than other cultivation methods.
Xu Ziliang is a sword cultivator who emphasizes a clear and bright mind. He cultivates the sword heart and comprehends the sword intent.
In the early stages, sword cultivators are not as powerful as those who cultivate complex magic techniques. However, once they establish their sword heart and successfully build their foundation, their fighting power increases several times over.
Huiming is now in the mid-stage of Core Formation, and is considered one of the best among his fellow disciples. However, even his tortoise shell cannot withstand the attack from Xu Ziliang, who is also in the mid-stage.
That's how people are; even when the truth is right in front of them, they still don't want their shameful secrets to be exposed. Qi Xin's incisive observation made Huiming blush, and the prayer beads on his fingertips suddenly turned to dust.
Seeing him so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged, Qi Xin felt great and a smile returned to her previously cold face.
Ruan Bohong had heard a little about the feud between the two in the past, but he pretended not to hear or see it. He turned to greet Ge Li, the protector of the Demon Spirit Sect, Lin Zhiwu, and the Ghostly Demon of the Ghost Control Sect, Qin Ruofan, and others who were gradually approaching. They were dressed in black and had a ghostly look on their faces.
At this moment, Shi Lan and the others, who had already entered the ancient site, were staring wide-eyed at the magnificent and imposing archway in front of them.
The leaders of the six major sects exchanged glances and then spread out in perfect unison. The Ghost Control Sect, dressed in black robes, and the Demon Spirit Sect, whose attire was either bizarre or alluring, stood on the left. The Immortal Misty Sect and the Pure Elegance Sect stood on the right, while the Cloud Dream Sect, which had always been subordinate to the Pure Elegance Sect, quietly followed behind.
The Buddhist sect initially stood silently to the side, and after a while, led by Jingkong, they arrived at the Qingyi sect's side.
Only the Sword Sect, who always travels alone, remained unmoved. The leader of this group was Yun Fang, the most outstanding disciple of the Sword Sect in this generation.
Seeing the two groups so clearly separated, Yun Fang chuckled, swaying his burly frame, and led his junior brothers and sisters directly through the gap between the two teams.
Seeing Yun Fang like this, Jian Shu turned to look at Xu Qing, the high-ranking disciple of the Immortal Sect beside him.
Xu Qing silently shook his head. The Sword Sect has always been protective of its own, so it's best not to antagonize them unless absolutely necessary.
Seeing that no one else had moved, You Yue of the Demon Spirit Sect chuckled and raised his slender fingers, "Since Fellow Daoist Xu is being modest, then I won't stand on ceremony."
After saying that, he led his men past the others and went directly up the stone steps behind the archway.
Qi Gang of the Ghost Control Sect gave Shi Lan and the others a cold glance before following them.
Xu Qing originally planned to wait for the Sword Sect to go up before following them, but You Yue was too cunning. He saw that Xu Qing didn't want to cause any trouble and took the lead, rushing ahead with his men.
Xu Qing gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and led the anxious crowd behind him.
Jingkong coldly observed the turbulent waves between the various sects, smiled indifferently, and focused his gaze on the graceful figure among the crowd.
If he could complete this mission, he would surely receive the blessing of the patriarch's Buddha light. Jingkong lowered his eyelids, concealing the longing in his eyes, silently recited a Buddhist chant, and quietly followed.
The distance from the gate tower to the welcoming hall above is quite far; the group walked for a long time and had only covered about half of it.
Shi Lan wiped the dampness from her head, wondering why she didn't fly on her sword. Someone ahead couldn't wait any longer and threw out a white bone, then leaped onto it.
The sky suddenly darkened, and layers of dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, pressing down densely. At the same time, a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from a gap in the clouds and struck the man accurately.
The guy in the black Taoist robe turned to dust before he could even let out a scream.
After dealing with the disrespectful fellow at the mountain gate, the sky instantly cleared, the clouds dispersed, and the bright sun returned overhead, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.
The smoke dissipated in the air, revealing that a living person had been cleaved into nothingness.
The hundreds of people present had all weathered storms and tested their character; they considered themselves to have a very calm attitude towards life and death.
But the sudden, swift killing without warning still sent a chill down everyone's spine. For a moment, the vast space fell silent; only the soft whisper of the breeze brushing against their faces could be heard. (To be continued.)
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