When Elder Zhao heard the soul-stirring voice of Yu Guanshi, he subconsciously leaned closer to see it more carefully. After seeing it clearly, he couldn't help but let out the same sound: "Hmm???"
The two of them kept saying "hmm" one after another, which made Yue Qingan look confused.
He stretched his head to look at the situation outside and couldn't help but fall silent.
Who can tell them what kind of situation this is?
In the photo stone, the demon clan and the devil clan collided without any warning. Logically, they should be united against the same enemy, right? After all, the demon kings and devil lords on both sides had reached an agreement and were considered allies.
As a result, they were actually fighting inside the photo stone?
It's not acting, he's really mad with rage.
It was no exaggeration to say that outside the Changming Sect, there was a river of blood, with corpses of monsters and the severed limbs of demon cultivators lying all over the place. It was a horrific sight.
Elder Zhao and Steward Yu looked at each other and tentatively guessed, "Could it be that they had a falling out?"
What puzzled him the most was why the demon clan and the monster clan met on a narrow road?
Or gather at the foot of their Changmingzong Mountain?
What is this for? Are all three of us gathered together today to rot and stink together?
This is too much black humor!!
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While the two sides were fighting fiercely, Ye Qiao retreated behind the barrier lightly. While no one was reacting, she quickly stepped on the Qingfeng and headed straight for the direction of the sect protection formation. The moment she stepped in, she was smelling a strong smell of blood, and she was slightly startled.
Many disciples fell to the ground, some of them were only fourteen or fifteen years old.
In the world of cultivation, a talisman practitioner who is fourteen or fifteen years old has a bright future.
Ye Qiao looked at the sect protection formation in front of her, activated the formation with the talisman on her fingertips, and with a violent shaking sound, the sect protection formation rose from the ground and surrounded Changming Sect. During this time, she looked at the huge formation without saying a word.
The five spirit swords gathered together and looked at each other. All of them could clearly sense the emotions of the sword master.
This is, angry.
"Qiaoqiao? Are you okay?" Liuying approached her and almost knelt down and kowtowed to Ye Qiao. Her strong emotional fluctuations just now almost deformed their limbs.
The spirit swords were affected by the sword master's mood. The worse her mood was, the more emotions they felt were double or even triple. This strong emotional feedback almost stimulated them into mental illness.
Ye Qiao reached out and grabbed it, "Then can you change your shape for me?"
It's a good assassination sword, and other powerful people have given it extremely high praise.
In the end, he ended up being cowardly and mean. Who the hell did he take this from?
Ye Qiao didn't understand and even started shaking the sword: "Change quickly."
Glimpses: “…”
The problem is, it doesn't know how to transform, but every sword spirit can clearly sense when Ye Qiao is in a state of intense emotion. Liuying can also feel the extraordinary anger. As a sword that kills the righteous, Liuying is somewhat similar to Bu Jianjun.
Under the control of the Sword Master's emotions, it also wanted to kill those people.
Jinghongjian tried to bring the topic back to the topic, "What happened here? There are no elders guarding the main defense line of the sect protection formation? Or are the elders defeated? Were they ambushed?"
Jinghong Sword has a relatively rational and stable personality, and is the only one who is not greatly affected by the Sword Master's emotions.
"I don't know." Ye Qiao was also thinking about this. "I need to ask the elders in charge of guarding the formation for the specific situation."
Now is not the time to think about that.
"No, sir."
"exist."
"A glimpse."
Shadow Sword was slightly startled, "Yes."
His spiritual consciousness swept towards the sect that was almost destroyed. Ye Qiao stepped on the breeze and left the center of the sect protection formation. His voice was raised, but it was particularly cold and silent. "Kill them all."
In an instant, the two swords that were meant to kill were unsheathed at the same time, controlled by the emotions of the sword master.
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