Ye Qiao's face turned grim, and he immediately thought of the plot of the original novel.
She always thought that she had changed the plot of the original work.
But in fact, when the poison was useless and she found that the plan had failed, the Seventh Elder was forced to stand up ahead of time. Under the killing, there must be elders who could not bear that their disciples were treated like ants and killed at will. The First Elder had a bad temper, but was also decisive.
Ye Qiao touched the secret book in his hand, took a deep breath, looked coldly at Yun Que who had replaced him, and ordered Ta Ling: "Lock her up in there and kill her when I come back."
"Okay." Tower Spirit shook its wings and acted well.
Anshu was too lazy to move.
But Ye Qiao was very irritable at this time. She said lightly: "If we can't save them——"
She squeezed the book in her hand, rushed out of the Ghost King Tower, and said briefly: "Then you don't have to live anymore."
An Shu: “…” Ye Qiao, you don’t have a mother.
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The aura of the self-destruction immediately swept to the Yuming Peak scene, and everyone's face changed.
At this moment, the scene was filled with the aura of self-destruction from a peak Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator. The Seventh Elder himself had not expected that he could force a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator to self-destruct.
This is just great.
With the Great Elder taking the lead, there was even a second Peak Master who chose to self-destruct in order to protect the people behind him. Not only were they restrained by the numerous black swords in the air, but also by those zombies that were not dead yet. The only way to break the deadlock was to defeat them completely.
The effect of self-destruction is catastrophic. For the sake of the children behind them, they looked at each other with bitter expressions, sighed softly, and expanded their inner elixir little by little. They had no other choice.
As the aura of three self-explosions spread, even Xie Chuxue, who was fighting the Ghost King outside, felt it. He choked slightly, and soon his expression did not change.
After thousands of reincarnations, he has accepted it.
Although it is not clear what exactly happened, it is obvious that when forced into a desperate situation, self-destruction is the best option. If it were him, he would choose the same.
New disciples mean the future and hope of the sect, and the killing within the sect must be stopped at all costs.
They had trained every disciple with great effort. Watching them die in vain in front of them would be like a heart-wrenching pain. How could they bear this?
The Ghost King had a sinister aura and a strange grin on his face, and he obviously sensed the situation. "It seems that your Changming Sect is in danger of a disaster."
Every cultivator has tribulations, they just vary in size, but the killing tribulation of Changming Sect is a collective disaster, which is very rare.
Xie Chuxue waved the talisman. He was at the peak of the fusion state, so it was more than enough for him to deal with a ghost king.
But the Ghost King was indeed difficult to deal with and could not be killed easily. Xie Chuxue gently shook it and summoned a soul-scattering whip from the Buddhist and Taoist side, and suddenly rolled it towards him, "Get out!"
He was determined to beat the soul out of this evil spirit who was making sarcastic remarks.
He looked cold and cruel. The Ghost King had never expected that this cultivator would be so easily irritated. He had been smiling and seemed easy to talk to before. Why was he so unreasonable?
If that whip hits them, all three souls will be scattered.
Nonsense! Everyone in his family is going to die. If anyone else says something sarcastic, Xie Chuxue will beat them to ashes.
The Ghost King could only scatter as if he was running for his life. Xie Chuxue couldn't kill him, and he couldn't do anything to Xie Chuxue either. The two of them could only waste time like this.
This is how Xie Chuxue was held back in his previous life. He sneered and swung the whip. Fortunately, he had enough experience in this life and went to the Buddhist and Taoist places to find a spiritual weapon that was very effective in dealing with ghosts and monsters.
The young man's eyes were cold and gloomy. Let him die.
…
Everyone knows what self-destruction means.
If you don’t enter the cycle of reincarnation, your soul and spirit will be destroyed.
“Elder!”
The voices of a group of disciples rang out in unison, heart-wrenching, their eyes red as blood.
Once they self-destruct, the process is irreversible. They cannot control it, let alone stop it. Their stunned expressions inevitably reveal a bit of sadness, as they have seen their end.
The elders understood better than anyone else what the consequences of self-destruction would be.
During this process, it was completely out of control, as if driven by an invisible force, and the inner elixir continued to expand until it finally exploded.
Unless they themselves try to terminate it.
But in fact, once they self-destruct, they are no longer under their own control, and there is no turning back.
Elder Zhao knew this better than anyone else, but he had been in Changming Sect for a full hundred years, so how could he just watch his disciples go to their deaths?
His face was as pale as paper, as if the vitality of life was draining from him. However, he continued to activate his inner elixir, as if he wanted to squeeze out the last bit of his strength.
His voice was intermittent, as if he had used up all his strength to say every word: "Xue Yu, good boy. Changming Sect will be handed over to you and Zhou Xingyun in the future..."
Xue Yu is an incurable bootlicker, and this is a fact known to everyone. But other than that, he has no other problems.
Zhou Xingyun combined the teachings of the ancestors of the Changming Sect, and he felt relieved to have them around.
The voices of the elders became lower and lower, as if they would drift away in the wind at any time. They stared at Xue Yu for a long time without withdrawing their gazes. They were the future hope of Changming Sect and his last hope...
"Then, why don't you consider handing the sect over to me?" Suddenly, Ye Qiao's clear voice rang out.
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