After inciting the Qi family to rebel, Mingxuan got a new way of brainwashing and learned to instigate his family's direct descendants.
But he had his own ideas. He planned to steal the talismans directly from the treasury. What Yueqing Sect lacked the least was talisman cultivators. It didn't matter whether there were talisman cultivators or not. The most important thing was to get the talismans.
"Brother!" Mingxuan saw the other party's eyes light up.
This person was one of the few normal people he had met in the Ming family. He also had a good personality. When Ming Xuan was young and ignorant, he liked to chase him and call him brother. Now he happily called him that.
The other party looked over calmly, "Ming Xuan."
"Why did you come back from the sect?" The man pinched his brows, "Also, how did you get in? Did you hand in the visiting card so late at night?"
The first words he spoke were familiar words of comfort.
Mingxuan spread his hands and said confidently: "I sneaked in."
The eldest brother of the Ming family looked at him for a few seconds, thoughtfully: "You are more lively than before." He even dared to sneak into the house.
So why did this person act like a thief when he entered his own home?
The eldest brother of the Ming family was silent for a moment, thinking that this person would not come to the temple for no reason, "What do you want?"
Ming Xuan's peach blossom eyes sparkled as he climbed up the ladder. "Can you do me a favor, brother? Help me steal the key to my father's treasure house. After I succeed, I will never forget your contribution!"
Don’t say that. Don’t say that.
After the matter was accomplished, Ming Xuan did not forget his contribution, and from then on, he went to the Ming family's confinement room every day to bring food to his brother.
Of course, this is a later story.
After Ye Qiao and the people from Yueqing Sect reunited, they rushed to their respective sects to provide support. Adhering to the principle of rescuing those who were closest first, they discussed and went to Changming Sect together first.
Looking around, the whole place was in a mess. Some monks with weaker cultivation were huddled in the formation, looking panic-stricken, and had not yet recovered from the attack of the demon clan.
All the shops on the street were destroyed, and the corpses of monsters were everywhere. Song Hansheng looked at the dried blood on the ground and pursed his lips, "We have to find the location of the elders."
Because the jade slip could not be used to contact them, Song Hansheng pondered for a moment and said, "We can use spells to find their location."
Ye Qiao watched him ask for an item that Elder Duan Yu and the others had given him, and then he actually drew a forbidden spell to guide the location. She couldn't help but marvel at it, "I didn't expect you to be so capable, Song Hansheng!"
Song Hansheng: "Don't talk like I'm a loser like Yun Que!"
Ye Qiao: "Ah, yes, yes, let's go quickly."
The two sects went to different places for support separately. There were some bloody scenes along the way that they didn't dare to watch. The demons devoured the cultivators alive, and the wreckage was everywhere, making the two who arrived late more silent than each other. After a lot of effort, the atmosphere became a little more lively. Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng tacitly didn't mention the things they saw.
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The outside world was in chaos. All the disciples ran to the place of inheritance. After the inner disciples were transferred, they rushed to other small cities to help resist the turmoil of the monster tribe. A sect had hundreds of inner disciples, but even so, the manpower was still not enough.
"What did the eight great families say?" Elder Duan looked at the nearly fallen city in front of him without stopping swinging his sword. He did not dare to relax for a moment, fearing that someone would die again because of his slow movements.
"The eight great families refused to lend us anyone." Another elder had a cold expression, pinching his sword gestures to make way for the other party. "Later, perhaps out of respect, they lent us a few people as a token of respect. Most of them were in the early stage of Jindan, and some even had foundation building skills."
Coming here to build a foundation is no different from sending one's life, especially under the massive attack of the demon clan. Not to mention helping, it would be almost like being a hindrance.
Almost all the sword cultivators from the five sects were sent to deal with this group of big monsters. Thanks to the presence of the elders, the situation was barely under control.
Some small cities were directly oppressed by the demons.
The group of inner disciples that worried them the most had suffered countless serious injuries within a month, so they had to arrange for these children to retreat first.
But the big monsters in front of them had no intention of letting them leave. They had tried to test them early in the morning and found that the two sword-cultivating elders were very powerful, so more than a dozen monster kings were sent out.
There is a trend of encirclement and suppression.
They could choose to abandon these disciples. Without these burdens, it would be easy to escape.
To them, humans are just food on the table.
Elder Duan knew early on that the demon clan was eager to try and seemed to be making trouble with the demon clan, but the sudden appearance of this group of demon kings shocked him so much, their large number caught everyone off guard.
The two elders can protect themselves, and it is not impossible to kill these demon kings in one breath. What makes them dare not act rashly is that these demon kings have gained spiritual intelligence and know how to capture a few cultivators as cover and use them to threaten them.
Duan Yu sneered, wielded the Qingfeng Jue, and appeared behind the demon king in an instant. He raised a hurricane centered on the sword style and cut off the demon king's limbs. He quickly pounced and rescued a disciple, and quickly retreated.
A mist filled the surroundings, and the demon king laughed sharply. So the weakness of this group of righteous people is too obvious, that is, this group of weaklings. As long as they are caught, the two most powerful sword cultivators will die!
There were too many demon kings, and Duan Yu and his companions had disciples behind them to protect, but they could not abandon the monks they had captured, so the situation was at a stalemate.
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