The cities under the sect where the direct descendants lived were all prosperous and full of cultivators. They had never seen such cities before, so they were specially entertained after their arrival, and many people came forward to watch.
The young men were either carrying swords, or medicine bags, or holding magical instruments, and their colorful sect robes were intertwined, attracting the attention of countless monks outside.
To them, these descendants are a completely rare species.
Mu Chongxi waved his hands like a leader going to the countryside, and was hit on the head by the senior brother. He howled and looked at Ye Qinghan with a pout: "How should we get in to find Master and the others?"
"Instead of thinking about helping the masters, let's get rid of the monsters and demons near the city first." Ye Qinghan looked cold.
Mu Chongxi nodded. That was right. Besides, Master and the others didn’t need his help at all!
Not only they came here, but also some seniors who had just come out of retreat. Each of them had an unfathomable aura, attracting the crazy gazes of the sword practitioners who admired their strength.
The oldest person in the group was only about twenty years old. They were like children in front of a group of powerful people who were often hundreds of years old. They did not assign them other tasks, but asked them to stay and guard the city.
For them, the city was not worth defending. Chu Xingzhi went out to investigate and did not see any trace of the demons. This showed that they had just randomly found a place where they were not needed and settled them. He said bluntly, "They simply looked down on us."
"They are hundreds of years old. It's normal for them to look down on us." Xue Yu had a calm attitude.
Chu Xingzhi: "Humph."
"So we're just going to waste our time?"
"This is the only way for now." It's impossible to abandon the people in a city and go support those seniors.
People might even think they are getting in the way.
Their leisurely and idle days, coming here purely to make up the numbers, did not last long. Almost soon after they finished complaining, several talisman practitioners who were on guard at night suddenly sat up.
There were only a few cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage who could be used in the entire city. Those with the strongest spiritual awareness were sent out to guard the night. Song Hansheng was the tallest among them, so naturally he had a gloomy face and paid attention to the situation around him.
Normally speaking, the demons would not attack a city without reason, but perhaps because they knew that the Hanguang Shovel was in Zhou Xingyun's hands, this attracted the attention of countless demons.
It would have been fine if it was just concern, but what made Song Hansheng look bad was not because of this, but because he detected with his spiritual sense that there were large-scale self-destruction of monsters.
Monster? Self-destruction?
This kind of vocabulary is very fresh. After all, monsters have no intelligence. If they had intelligence, it would be even more impossible for them to self-destruct. In the world of cultivation, self-destruction is a taboo. After death, the soul will dissipate. The monsters that self-destruct can only be a group of low-level and unconscious monsters.
Moreover, there is a Demon King who is directing them to do this.
Attacking the monks in a way that would cost the lives of their own people is completely insane.
“Then, those seniors…?” The tension in Mu Chongxi’s head suddenly broke.
"The monster that exploded was targeting the seniors. We only have shrimp soldiers and crab generals here."
They only have to deal with the demons they are most familiar with. In comparison, those crazy and self-destructive monsters are much more dangerous. The power of a Jindan stage self-destruction is equivalent to the strongest attack of countless Jindans. On a large scale, it is simply a disaster.
"To be honest, a large-scale self-destruction will interrupt the spellcasting and that will be enough." Duan Hengdao said naively.
"How can self-destruction be interrupted?" Su Zhuo looked at him.
Duan Hengdao raised his eyebrows and reminded: "Dark Book. Isn't the ability of that spiritual weapon mainly for control?"
Yes.
"What about Ye Qiao?" She was holding the secret book.
Xue Yu spread his hands and said, "He ran to save the little prince."
The airflow caused by the demons' self-detonation made people dare not get close. They were forced by their predecessors to stay and defend the city. What was happening inside was not something they could care about for the time being.
"It's best not to use the secret book." Chu Xingzhi scratched his head and reminded irritably, "I've already said it, it's a bad thing."
Once you take it out, if you use it without the approval of the Dark Book, there is a risk of being controlled by the backhander.
He even specifically reminded Ye Qiao once, but he didn't know if the other party listened to him or not.
"The Dark Book has not yet recognized its master." In other words, the Dark Book is simply an evil weapon that may turn against you and stab you at any time.
"Stop talking nonsense, the demons are coming."
Song Hansheng had set up formations around them in advance. The moment they arrived, the formation was stepped on, and all the sword practitioners drew their swords immediately.
The demons are nothing compared to the monsters. Any demons in the Nascent Soul stage who dare to come up are simply seeking death. The formations are activated one after another. They don't take the demon cultivators seriously. They all look not far away, wanting to go to the demon clan to support their seniors.
"What happens if we leave?"
"He will be accused to death."
After all, they were guarding the city, and if anything unexpected happened, they would be left behind and would be the ones to blame. At this time, they missed Ye Qiao very much.
If Ye Qiao was here, he would have taken action long ago.
"Oh." They sighed.
…
"Outside. What's that noise?" After rescuing a group of seniors from the Demon Abyss, Ye Qiao urged KFC to rush to the battlefield. When she turned around, the sudden airflow and an unprecedented pressure made her ask other people.
That feeling always gave Ye Qiao a bad premonition.
Except for KFC and the little prince who were not affected, the other seniors all frowned at the same time.
"It's the airflow of self-destruction."
Someone gave her an accurate response.
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