"Besides." Ye Qiao waved his sword and lifted his sleeves a little. "In my opinion, the worst result is just like that. There's no point in hesitating. We'll know what the situation is like outside when we get out."
"Sword practitioners, bring your swords. Talisman practitioners, draw your talismans. Alchemy practitioners, bring your alchemy furnaces. Weapon practitioners, bring your magic weapons."
"Let's go down the mountain."
Needless to Ye Qiao's instruction, the others had silently prepared all the things they needed. The tattered robes of various colors were intertwined, and it did not look like they were directly descended from the mountain, but rather that of the Beggars' Sect.
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"Grandmaster." Xie Chuxue, who also rushed to support, asked softly, "How are their training going?"
He looked at it twice more, then lowered his eyes respectfully. It would be a lie to say that he was not curious about his ancestor who had practiced both alchemy and swordsmanship together, but it was also extremely disrespectful to use spells to force the other person into a dream.
Xie Chuxue had experienced many times the demon clan and the monster clan joining forces to create chaos. He tried many methods at the beginning, but he could not save the inner sect disciples and could not save the lives of innocent monks.
There were also elders who were sent down to provide support and sacrificed their lives.
He failed again and again and watched them die in front of him, as if fate was mocking his incompetence.
This time, he chose to place all his hopes on Ye Qiao.
The founder of Changming Sect sighed. He was just a shadow, not even a clone, and he was dragged out forcibly. "What's wrong?"
Xie Chuxue lowered her eyes, "The demon tribe has joined forces with the devil tribe."
The tasks of the previous competitions were all to hunt monsters. It wasn't that they hated monsters so much, but the number of monsters was ridiculously large. They could be seen everywhere in secret realms and the world of cultivation. They had no IQ and attacked people indiscriminately. Even those with spiritual intelligence would not necessarily hold back on cultivators.
Whoever is stronger can determine the status in the world of cultivation.
There were many demon kings, and he, a talisman cultivator, could not stop so many of them. Some elders were left behind to guard the sect, and the rest who could fight went to support the various families, and some participated in the rescue. Xie Chuxue had no one to ask for help, as all his disciples ran away to pursue love.
Xie Chuxue felt like vomiting blood after so many reincarnations.
He was in desperate need of some comfort, at least to let him know how the trial of this group of disciples was going.
I really feel unsure at the moment.
The founder of Changming Sect was forcibly dragged into a dream, his shadow swayed for a moment: "Is the demon race you mentioned very strong?" He had no idea about the demon race. After all, the demon race was not a force to be reckoned with when he ascended.
Xie Chuxue's voice was very calm. After thinking for a moment, he revealed what he knew in his memory to the other party. Anyway, the ancestor was not considered a human being. "It's very strong. Those who are dispatched are all at the level of demon kings, and the leader is the young master of the demon clan."
If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't fail every time. To be honest, it's too difficult for a talisman cultivator to save so many people.
The transfer formation couldn't send them all away at once, and the result would be either his death, or the group of people dying while covering the retreat of others.
No matter what time, it is impossible to save them all.
The ancestor of Changming Sect pondered for a moment, looked at the gloom between the other party's eyebrows, and comforted him dryly, "Don't worry. The Five Sects have Xiaoqiao and the others, so nothing will happen."
Although he didn't understand why the other party was so depressed, based on his conclusion after observing Ye Qiao for so long...
The ancestor of Changming Sect looked thoughtful. If the Demon King appeared in front of Ye Qiao again, he would be torn to pieces by her, right?
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I'm late, I've written 9,000 words, which is more than the 8,000 I said before. I should still be the first now. If I can keep the ranking stable, I can continue to write 8,000. Occasionally, I'll write 9,000. I'm asking for rewards, free ones are fine, please! If I can keep it stable, I'll write 4 chapters every day before the event ends.
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