Some older people had dealt with monks before, and they didn't believe it just because these people looked too young.
Mu Chongxi followed behind the emperor. No one knew how he had convinced the other party. The emperor looked a little dazed, and it seemed that his worldview had been refreshed. He cupped his hands and said solemnly, "In that case, I'll leave it to you."
Seeing that these people were finally convinced and kept quiet, Si Miaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go."
After making preparations for the people in the palace, the rest is their business.
It was almost time. The sky was getting dark, like a dormant beast quietly lying down, ready to devour its prey. Several Yuanying Stage cultivators expanded their consciousness and paid attention to any movement around them. In the middle of the night, the grass ball rolled gently, and Ye Qinghan said, "Here it comes."
"But not all of them." Ye Qiao added for him. After all, there was no movement from the evil god.
This made Ye Qiao even more confused about what this evil god wanted to do. Instead of leaving, it asked its little brothers to come up and attack them first? Interesting.
The evil cultivators were all targeting the cultivators. Their numbers outnumbered the cultivators and they had been lying dormant for more than two months, waiting for this day. They all showed up and headed straight towards them.
He kept muttering, "For my Lord"
He was completely brainwashed, and evil spirit spread out. He locked onto several people with high cultivation levels and immediately entangled them with a completely desperate fighting style.
The alchemy cultivators had little fighting power, but Si Miaoyan was a different story. She gently blew a melodious flute, and the moment it sounded, some of them were more or less sluggish in their movements, and the sword cultivators who seized the opportunity killed them with one sword.
"Didn't the evil god come out?"
"No, at least I didn't feel that kind of oppression."
Ye Qiao summoned it and it felt very oppressive.
If it really comes, the scene will not be like it is today.
Ye Qiao was frantically pondering the evil god's intentions while dealing with the evil cultivators who were rushing towards her. She didn't notice that she was just using the Bamboo Shoot to injure someone and then went on to find the next target.
She did it subconsciously, and Mu Chongxi and others did the same, but they only injured the person.
Looking at these indecisive disciples, several monks rolled their eyes and swiftly took the lives of those evil cultivators for them.
"This is not a competition between you two. Those evil cultivators deserve to be put to death. Why are you hesitating to take action?"
Two are in the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest are all in the late, middle or peak Golden Core stage.
Where do so many teenage Jindan Yuanying stage geniuses come from in the world of cultivation? Their identities are easy to identify.
A group of treasures and personal descendants of the five sects.
"Just treat it like you're killing a monster." Seeing them both hesitating, a few casual cultivators who had watched their match couldn't help but cheer for her, "Langlang! Where's the energy you had when you chased after the monster?"
"Kill them quickly!"
"Even if all your fellow disciples are dead, you can still fight nine alone, Langlang!"
Ye Qiao almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Is it appropriate to mention this shameful title at this time?
She moved her wrist and took a deep breath: "I know, I know." There will be no mercy.
Zhou Xingyun was the first to come to his senses. He turned his wrist and struck the opponent's fatal spot with a bloody smell. He dodged it easily without getting his clothes dirty.
For a group of disciples who have never experienced the world, this is the first time they have killed someone.
"Song Hansheng. Why are you standing there? Come and help."
Song Hansheng held a few talismans in his hand, "Are you ordering me?"
Mu Chongxi urged, “Hurry up.” No matter how powerful a sword cultivator is, he can’t have the wide range of a talisman cultivator in a team battle like this. He said impatiently, “I’ll cover you, stop talking.”
Song Hansheng walked over reluctantly, with talismans flying around him. He threw them out without even looking up, "Why do you want us to come and rescue people?"
Song Hansheng couldn't understand why he had to protect these people.
Do the monks deserve this? They started practicing just to live up to the expectations of their sect and family.
"Responsibility. This is our responsibility." Mu Chongxi kicked the evil cultivator away and stabbed his sword down. Chaoxi Sword transformed and fought alongside him.
"Didn't Ye Qiao hold you back without hesitation?" It had nothing to do with anything else. This was just what a cultivator should do.
That scene is clearly recorded in the photo stone.
Song Hansheng sneered: “So you, Chang Mingzong, are the stupidest.”
If it were him, he would definitely not reach out.
Mu Chongxi rolled his eyes at him and continued to cover Song Hansheng's actions. The talisman cultivator needed to be accompanied by a sword cultivator for protection, and it was enough for the alchemy cultivators to stay in the safe barrier.
Zhou Xiu saw that his grandmother was also among them, and she was holding a sword in her hand. Almost only the afterimage of her sword skills remained. The sword shadow was too strong, and he was dazzled, thinking of the various tortures she had inflicted on him on the way.
I always feel cheated.
Zhou Xiu couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
The means used to carry out this operation are probably not much different from that of Chang Mingzong.
Ye Qiao took a look and saw that it was her grandson.
She didn't want to tease him, so she answered, "Inside Changming Sect, guess what."
Four talisman formations were opened in succession, but there were still many evil cultivators jumping around, and their target was clear, which was to target the person personally.
"Move aside, let me do it." Mingxuan took out a dozen talismans from under her skirt.
With the sound of "break", the electric current immediately rose up, crackling and exploding, and the surging spiritual energy swept away and caused a commotion.
"……?"
Oh no, Mingxuan just hung the mustard bag around her waist. The mustard bag was too conspicuous, and she was afraid of being recognized, so she covered it with her skirt.
But in the eyes of others, it was this female monk who took out a dozen talismans from under her skirt.
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