Ye Qiao, a spirit being, was lazily wandering around in a stage of refining emptiness and fusion, without any signs of being affected.
The four of them gathered together, and their sword energies of various kinds converged, with Ye Qinghan's being the strongest among them.
"Elders, go help those people." Duan Hengdao pointed at the disciples below, "Leave this to us."
The Seventh Elder had been working hard for decades to plot against Chang Mingzong, and had trained a group of Jindan and Yuanying stage cultivators. The inner disciples were fine, but the outer disciples and a group of young children who had just joined the sect were difficult to resist and had no power to fight back. Only Xue Yu was left supporting the group and leading the children to hide.
But the most he, a pill cultivator, could do was to use the opening of the domain to confuse the movements of those cultivators and trap them inside the domain.
Duan Hengdao gritted his teeth and saw the pale and helpless children on the paper. He took out all the defensive spiritual weapons in the mustard seed bag, waved his hand and scattered them in the air to protect those children who had no ability to fight back at all.
Xue Yu is like the kindergarten teacher, with a bunch of idiots hiding behind him.
Duan Hengdao stood with him, his mouth twitching, ignoring the eager gazes of the group of little rascals, and asked, "What is the current situation?"
Xue Yu's frown relaxed slightly: "It seems that the situation is okay now." At least the situation has been stabilized temporarily. With so many disciples around, there is no need to panic too much.
They were just monks summoned by the Seventh Elder, especially monks, but he always felt...
Not quite normal.
The abnormality here does not mean that they are evil practitioners, but that their fearless fighting style that is not afraid of death is indeed a bit crazy. As the saying goes, if you have no desires, you will be strong. Killing one thousand enemies will result in the loss of eight hundred of your own. As a result, the group of disciples under them were at a disadvantage and showed a decadent trend throughout the whole process.
Duan Hengdao also realized that these monks seemed to be crazy, attacking blindly, and did not react much even when their arms were cut.
He pulled his lower lip, "Why do they feel like they have been refined into corpses?"
The whole process was like a walking corpse.
"...Isn't this the evil magic of your weapon cultivators?"
Duan Hengdao and Xue Yu looked at each other and couldn't help frowning. They both thought that the other was a weapon cultivator.
All of their souls were absorbed into the spirit flag. Even after death, they could fight again. It was an extremely vicious forbidden technique. Duan Hengdao didn't even dare to think about the number of people whose corpses were refined. He wondered how hateful the Heaven would be when it came to settling accounts.
Xue Yu was amazed: "This looks like a very powerful forbidden technique, why don't you try to refine it?"
A few hundred people defeated the thousands of inner and outer gates of the Changming Sect, but they were able to come back to life.
Duan Hengdao stroked his chin and readily agreed: "Sure. When I have lived long enough, I will also go and refine people for fun."
He didn't even dare to think about how the Seventh Elder had survived to this day without being killed by Heaven.
There were many elders in Changming Sect, but even so, they were just a drop in the bucket among so many zombies, and they could not be killed at all. Seven elders waved their spirit flags to summon people, and those zombies killed one thousand enemies and lost eight of their own. They were beaten to the point of being tied up and retreating step by step.
and--
"Look at the clouds in the sky." Duan Hengdao pulled Xue Yu and pointed at the air.
Because of the gathering of dark clouds, the entire Changming Sect became somewhat dim. The dark wind mercilessly beat the swaying trees on Yuming Mountain, and the atmosphere was cramped and terrifying.
Xue Yu's expression changed: "Is that a thunder tribulation...?"
He was familiar with thunder tribulations. Looking at the disciples fighting with the Seventh Elder, two of them were in the fusion stage. It stands to reason that being in the fusion stage is a good thing, but what is the reality?
Ye Qinghan doesn't need to worry for the time being, what he is worried about is Mingxuan.
Two combined thunder tribulations.
Everyone gritted their teeth, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and shuddered uncontrollably. With Ye Qinghan's talent, the thunder tribulation was already terrifying enough, and now there's the possessed Mingxuan.
These two combined together to break through the realm...
Everyone's heart sank again.
If a thunder tribulation were to befall them, they would be better off not breaking through.
When a cultivator is going through a thunder tribulation, he cannot be interfered with by any external objects. Once the thunder tribulation comes, Ye Qinghan and Mingxuan have to find a safe place to meditate to avoid failure in the breakthrough.
Two combined auras spread to the battlefield one after another. Elder Zhao's eyes turned red when he saw this scene. "Mingxuan, that little bastard, actually broke through? What realm did he break through? How could the Heavenly Dao tolerate him?"
The way of heaven does not allow demonic cultivators to ascend.
Ye Qinghan’s talent is one level higher, but because of Heaven’s dissatisfaction with the demons, Mingxuan’s lightning flashing tendency is no less than Ye Qinghan’s.
The Seventh Elder laughed loudly, looking at these disciples, the corners of his lips curled up, "You two are really seeking death by going through the tribulation at this time."
God helps him too.
But Mingxuan seemed to be indifferent, with an unrestrained look as if he had no intention of living today, and he cast a Nine Heavens Seven Killing Formation. Ye Qinghan held the sword in one hand, and the cold sword light slashed the golden body of the Seventh Elder fiercely.
The Seventh Elder did not think that he could be suppressed by two newly promoted people in the fusion stage. He waved the spirit flag with his left hand and flipped his right hand, chopping the spirit sword down with his hand. The huge momentum caused strange phenomena to occur in the sky!
It seemed as if he had no intention of letting them live.
Four masters of the Nascent Soul stage, two of them combined, to suppress one of the Seventh Elders. Although they were the targeted party, they still did not lose the upper hand and became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Ye Qiao couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
The dragon ball, the golden lotus of merit, and even the spirit sword were all lost, but Yun Que didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He looked at the battle situation and smiled: "You are finished."
When the Seventh Elder becomes the new leader, she will definitely have another backer based on her relationship with the Seventh Elder. Ye Qiao got annoyed when she heard her talking, and slashed at her with a sword technique, "Stop talking, I'll take care of you in a moment."
Yun Que whipped it down, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a playful voice, "Is it possible that you have run out of things to use and have run out of ideas?"
She was famous for having many opportunities. She was very unhappy that she was repeatedly suppressed by Ye Qiao's spiritual weapon.
Ye Qiao had no time to pay attention to her pride. She looked at the thunder in the sky and felt sad.
What realm are these two people breaking through...
At that time, all the thunder and lightning will fall on you.
"You..." Yun Que was still complacent and wanted to say something.
Ye Qiao pursed her lips coldly, turned around abruptly, and threw the golden tower towards her without any warning.
She held the Life of All Things in one hand, her expression cold, and was ready to let Yun Que see the spiritual weapon and sword spirit that she had specially left for her.
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