The ancient sect’s ruins are sealed away, filled with evil spirits.
Song Chiyue stood in front of the formation, staring with cold eyes at the remains of the ancient monks wandering inside.
"Lady Saint, I am your disciple."
Song Chiyue raised her eyebrows slightly: "Very good, let's get started!"
"Not waiting for other disciples from the sect?"
"No wait, these are enough."
At this moment, the open space behind the three disciples of Yaochi Holy Land was already full of monks. Almost all the disciples from the Qingyun Sect, Lingxi Valley, Dong Sect, Dong Sect, Chan Sect and other major sects were there, and the total number was over 100. In the past, these disciples were in competition with each other after entering the secret realm, and sometimes they would inevitably fight for opportunities, but today everyone stood on the same front and looked much more harmonious.
The disciples of Jian Ge were also among them.
Just standing next to Qingyun Sect disciple.
Lu Changtian glanced through the crowd of Sword Pavilion disciples, but did not look at Li Qingran. He frowned slightly and walked up to Duan Feng, who was leading the team, and said, "My fellow Taoist, isn't Li Qingran a disciple of your Sword Pavilion? Why am I not seeing her in the team?"
Duan Feng looked at the Qingyun Sect token on Lu Changtian's waist, his face suddenly darkened, his sharp eyes locked on Lu Changtian's face, and he sneered: "It's none of your business!"
Lu Changtian was scolded and was furious, but he suppressed his anger and patiently forced a smile and bowed: "I am Lu Changtian, the senior brother that Li Qingran admired the most. Today, I saw that she was not in the Jian Pavilion team, so I asked out of concern. I have no other intention."
Duan Feng's eyes twitched wildly and he pursed his lips. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, took a deep breath, turned and looked at Xu An: "You go and tell him."
Xu An knew that if he said a few more words to Duan Feng, he would be ready to kill someone with his sword, so he walked in front of Lu Changtian and sneered with his big white eyes: "Yo yo yo~ Who is the senior brother that Junior Sister Xiao admired the most~ Let me think about it... Is it the senior brother who scolded Junior Sister Xiao Qingran for being stupid when she asked him to teach me swordsmanship? Or is it the senior brother who destroyed Junior Sister Xiao's field with a palm and asked Taoist Qingxuan to pull out his junior sister's spiritual roots?"
He has a very loud voice.
All the sect disciples in the entire open space could hear it.
Lu Changtian's smile froze, his face turned pale and blue, and his fists clenched.
"Junior Sister Qingran made some mistakes in the past, so she was naturally punished. Now that this matter has passed, what's the point of bringing it up again?"
Xu An twirled the wine bottle with his fingertips, glanced at the blue cloud pattern on the other person's sword, and chuckled:
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes~ In the noble clan competition, getting hurt is prohibited, and anyone who hurts others shall die.
Junior Sister Qingran accidentally injured another female disciple on the shoulder. This is indeed an unforgivable crime. Shouldn't she be killed immediately?"
When the last few words were uttered, the chirping of insects all over the ground suddenly stopped.
He suddenly crushed the wine bottle in his hand, and the wine splashed on Lu Changtian's face.
The smiling pupils suddenly condensed into two cold stars: "Lu Changtian, are you worthy enough to raise the word of concern?"
Lu Changtian looked unhappy and remained silent.
He certainly did something wrong in this matter.
I didn't know what was going on at the time, but my mind was filled with enthusiasm to help Junior Sister Mu Baishuang, and I wanted to teach Li Qingran a lesson that would be unforgettable.
Now, how can one not get hurt when he comes to the sect competition again?
Are you guys just showing off?
It's really wrong to abandon Li Qingran's field because of this little thing.
녦This thing누 has already happened and cannot be reversed.
His pride also did not allow him to apologize for his absurd behavior at the time.
The scrutinizing looks and pointing fingers from the surrounding monks made Lu Changtian feel very uneasy.
"Hmph, there's no point in talking if we don't agree." He stared at Xu An for a while, then walked away, waving his sleeves.
He regretted coming over to ask about Li Qingran's situation.
Saint Yao Chi glanced over at him, and he didn't want to have any disputes with the disciple of Jian Ge.
He has not forgotten the goal of this trip to the secret realm - to perform as well as possible to enter the sight of the real person in the holy land.
If he could be chosen by the Holy Land to go there for further study, the problem of the field should be easily solved by those great monks.
"Senior Brother, where is Li Qingran going?" Zhang Hanxiao asked hurriedly when he saw Lu Changtian coming back with a sullen face.
Xiao Yifeng and Yun Bomo beside them immediately pricked up their ears.
Lu Changtian's face became even darker, and he stared at Zhang Hanxiao coldly:
"All along the way, you kept calling Li Qingran short. How can this be? Let me ask you, is your junior sister Mu Baishuang or Li Qingran?"
"Well, I'm just asking casually, why are you angry?" Zhang Hanxiao frowned.
Everyone knew that Mu Baishuang favored Lu Changtian, so they probably didn't have much of a chance.
Now you can't even listen to Li Qingran?
How big is Lu Changtian's appetite! ?
"I guess he was thrown into some corner by Jian Ge." Lu Changtian closed his eyes, "Li Qingran is dull-witted, dark-hearted, jealous, and has bad behavior. Jian Ge is not a garbage dump. Our Qingyun Sect is not trash, so it's not unusual for Jian Ge to throw him away."
Zhang Hanxiao also wanted to ask Jiange where Li Qingran was so that he could play the role of a good guy.
Before he could even move his legs, Saint Yaochi spoke:
"Thank you all for coming to help. I, Song Chiyue, will keep my word. After purifying the evil spirit and destroying the remains of the evil cultivator, each of you can choose one of the treasures. If you are not satisfied, you can choose another from me. Please do your best when fighting the remains of the evil cultivator later!"
"Song Xian, you open the seal of the ruins! We will do our best!" Immediately, a prominent person stepped forward to agree.
"Yes, since Saint Yaochi wants us to help, even if there is no reward, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Hahaha! Brother Li is absolutely right!"
Song Chiyue raised the corner of his mouth slightly and bowed to the monks.
Just this one action made many monks confused and lost.
"In order to ensure everyone's safety and prevent the remains of the demon cultivators from escaping and endangering the cultivators in other secret realms, some preparations need to be made before opening the seal." She raised her eyes and looked above the seal of the ruins: "Fellow Daoist Qin, Master Huikong, it's up to you from now on."
The monks followed Song Chiyue's gaze.
I saw two people sitting cross-legged on two tall stone pillars in front of the ruins.
On the side is Monk Huikong, shirtless with his hands clasped together.
On the right is Qin Luofeng from the Zhenwu Holy Land, holding a whisk with a solemn expression.
"Amitabha." Monk Huikong was the first to take action after chanting the Buddha's name.
He made seals with his hands, and the Buddhist beads on his wrists fell to the ground and turned into golden lotuses, while cinnabar scriptures hung three inches in front of his eyebrows.
With the stone pillar on which he sits cross-legged as the center, dark gold patterns appear on the bluestone floor tiles.
The strong wind blew his cassock up, and the vajra behind him rose up with the wind and turned into 81 ever-burning lamps inserted in all directions, surrounding the ruins exit and all the monks. The 81 ever-burning lamps spit out green flames at the same time, turning into a glazed shield that fell upside down.
"Master Huikong has arranged a protective formation. The Buddha's light from this formation will help purify the demonic energy and simultaneously suppress the power of the demon cultivator's remains!"
After listening to Song Chiyue's explanation, the monks' doubtful hearts finally calmed down a little.
The formation quickly took shape.
Qin Luofeng, who had been sitting in silence, finally got down from the pillar, stood outside the formation, took off the sword case on his back and stuck it into the ground, his eyes cold.
"Fellow Daoist Qin will be behind everyone. If any remains of demon cultivators attack or manage to escape from Master Huikong's formation, he will help to kill them." Song Chiyue said with a smile.
"So that's how it is! As expected of a disciple of the Holy Land, these layers of protection are all for Zhou 누!"
"Isn't it? With this level of defense, not even a fly can fly in. We can focus on killing the remains of the demon cultivators."
"Hahaha! I can't wait!"
The monks were full of praise.
In the crowd, Mo Shumei lowered her head and tried her best to compress the demonic energy in her body.
This is a formation, and it is the rear guard...
She didn't know whether the remains of the ancient monks could come in.
She knew that she couldn't get out until these monks had finished their torture.
She just tried it a little bit.
The formation set up by Monk Huikong actually treated everyone with contempt...
You can go in but you can’t go out!
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