"Come on. Yueqing Sect is not safe either. Who can guarantee the safety of their own sect at this time?" Chu Ling said bluntly, "Don't tell me that you have lost your backbone without your sect leader."
While chatting along the way, Yue Qingan quickly found Ye Qinghan's location and signaled them to fly down.
Song Hansheng gave each of them a concealment talisman and asked them to hold it tightly so as not to be discovered on the spot when they went down.
The cultivation levels of those people are generally at the Nascent Soul stage, and the top few are at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. They are not too difficult to deal with.
Ye Qinghan's realm has reached the state of transformation, but he has yet to choose to break through. If someone interferes during the breakthrough, he will go astray. In order not to break through, he can only let others slaughter him the whole time and cannot even fight back. Once he does something, his realm will transform into a god on the spot.
He hasn't felt so frustrated in a long time.
Yun Que held a dagger in her hand, with a cold light flashing. Her beautiful face became slightly distorted, and she raised her hand and stabbed it fiercely.
Blood gushed out, and the sound of flesh being cut made her teeth chatter slightly, and her whole body trembled.
After stabbing him with the knife, Yunque's hands were shaking.
…
The bloody scene made those who were hiding in the dark and ready to rush forward at any moment gasp. Su Zhuo became anxious and could not help but urge: "Hurry up and shoot, otherwise our number one position in the cultivation world will be gone."
"I know, don't rush me. I haven't fully mastered Ye Qiao's spiritual weapon yet." Fang Zhiyao was so anxious that he was almost sweating. He did figure out how to use it, but the problem was that he was not good at bows and arrows.
If a shot misses or goes off track, something serious could happen.
"Can you do it?"
Fang Zhiyao adjusted the half-moon crossbow and stuffed it into Song Hansheng's hand, and hurriedly said, "Let Song Hansheng shoot. They, the talisman cultivators, are very accurate in shooting anything."
He is no match for them. When it comes to accuracy, these talisman practitioners are the best.
"Dig out his spiritual roots before he becomes a god, Yunque, what are you hesitating about? Once he becomes a god, we won't be able to do anything to him!!" The others began to urge anxiously.
They dared not touch Ye Qinghan, as the protective Heavenly Dao would kill them if they did, but Yun Que was different. Both of them were sons of destiny.
Moreover, Ye Qinghan had ice spiritual roots, which were rare mutant spiritual roots. In the world of cultivation, ice, thunder, and wind were all mutant spiritual roots, and the spiritual roots of the son of luck were what they needed.
Cloud Magpie...
Perhaps her only value was to dig out Ye Qinghan's spiritual roots for them, so that the heaven could not punish them.
Yun Que stabbed in with a knife, which met Ye Qinghan's emotionless gaze. Her fingertips suddenly tightened, and the second knife fell much more fiercely than the first.
Only three more strikes would be needed to take out his spiritual roots, and he just lost them. He was born with sword bones, and spiritual roots were just icing on the cake for him. Yun Que hypnotized himself like this, and his originally trembling hands gradually began to identify himself.
The demon next to her was very satisfied with her performance: "Yes, that's it, dig out his spiritual roots and your mission will be completed, Yun Que."
Yun Que closed her eyes and stabbed forward fiercely. An arrow suddenly burst into life in mid-air, like countless crescent moons, which suddenly gathered and stabbed into her wrist, causing pain as if digging out her flesh and blood.
Yun Que let out a shrill scream.
The Half Moon Crossbow was flying so fast that no one noticed where it came from.
Song Hansheng seized the opportunity and shot three more arrows, hitting the men who were holding Zhu You down, and said quickly, "Do it."
What caught the eye was a scene of flying talismans and swords. These disciples had brought almost all the best treasures of each sect down the mountain. Although the Changming Sect was poor, their development was very balanced. They had everything, whether it was talismans or elixirs.
A large talisman-cultivating sect like the Yueqing Sect would never lack offensive talismans.
In the midst of the dazzling collision, these descendants didn't touch a single hair.
Seeing so many people suddenly rushing out, Yun Que's face turned pale. He subconsciously clenched the dagger and then held it across Ye Qinghan's neck.
At the same time, she tried to move closer to Song Hansheng, pressed Ye Qinghan in front of her as a shield, and pretended to be calm: "Big Brother."
Then, the young man raised his bow and arrow, which shone with a yellow light spot reflecting a cold color, and pointed it at her with an expressionless face.
As if warning her.
One step closer and I'd kill her.
His indifference deeply hurt Yunque.
She bit her lip, and Yun Que admitted that she hesitated for a moment when digging out Ye Qinghan's spiritual roots.
After all, Ye Qinghan was pretty good to her. After all, she was not an unforgivable bad person, right?
As a result, this group of people never considered the friendship between fellow disciples when they attacked her.
Song Hansheng did not give her the chance to speak again. He shot three consecutive spiritual arrows from different directions to interrupt her attempt to attack Ye Qinghan. Yun Que was so flustered by the spiritual arrows that she couldn't even hold the dagger steadily.
"Waste." Seeing this, one of the demons wanted to snatch Ye Qinghan and use him as a hostage to hold them back. The next second, an icy spiritual arrow pierced his heart. The sight of him falling stiffly to the ground scared Yun Que so much that he screamed like a pig being slaughtered again.
Song Hansheng didn't bother to even glance at the demon, his eyes fixed on Yun Que.
He shot several arrows at her, each time aiming at her vitals, but she always dodged them in various 'accidental' ways.
Logically speaking, the speed of the Half Moon Crossbow is much faster than that of the Bright Moon Arrow. Given the accuracy of Song Hansheng's talismans, there would definitely not be such accidents and deviations.
Everyone frowned at the same time.
This Yunque, isn’t his luck a bit too good?
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