Lu Zhishan walked to the front of Qingxu Hall, stopped, and said to Yu Yanlong behind him: "You go and play by yourself."

The green dragon crawled and nodded, flew into the air, and disappeared in the drizzle and mist.

Xi Fang smiled, welcoming Lu Zhishan and sixteen young disciples in Taoist robes into the hall. He looked at a young disciple behind Lu Zhishan and said with a smile: "He has a natural temperament and extraordinary elegance. Is this the young master of Elder Lu, Lu Yunzhuo? I heard that he laid the foundation at the age of eighteen. He is a young talent."

The young disciple stepped forward: "Disciple has met Sect Master Xi."

Lu Zhishan said lightly: "Because he also has wood spiritual roots, he is useful, so he followed me out to see the world." Xi Fang smiled and said: "I guess he has been influenced by him since he was a child.

The demeanor of the immortals is very different from ordinary disciples. Different." He whispered to Zhu Jin beside him, "Send Elder Lu and fellow Taoists to rest."

Lu Zhishan said slowly, "No need, I'll go see Fellow Taoist Zhao and the disciples first."

Xi Fang did not refuse, and said gently, "Thank you for your help, Elder Lu. I have already placed Master Zhao and several disciples in the back hall, Elder Lu, please follow me."

When they arrived at the back hall, several disciples were locked by their wrists with black iron, their hair was disheveled, their faces were pale, and there were some red spots. There were scars on their wrists, and they seemed to struggle desperately, but they had fallen into a coma.

Lu Zhishan walked forward, sent a stream of spiritual energy into the Dantian of several disciples, and probed for a long time, and observed their complexion and said, "When did Fellow Taoist Zhao have an attack, and when did the other disciples have an attack?"

Zhu Jin then told them the whole story.

Shao Jun said, "Did these people get hit by 'falling souls' or by the magic of the demon cultivator?"

Lu Zhishan concentrated his mind and adjusted his breathing, and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Zhao and all the disciples of Tianheng Peak were hit by the magic of the demon cultivator."

A long sigh came from the back hall, and it was unknown who said it. Xi

Fang said slowly, "Is there still hope?"

Lu Zhishan looked out the window for a long time, and said softly, "This demon cultivator's magic is very advanced, I'm afraid he has reached the Yuan Infant stage, especially Fellow Daoist Zhao, who is now in chaos and madness, I'm afraid he will never regain consciousness until he dies."

There was silence in the back hall.

Lu Changqing said, "Elder Lu means that the more than 70 disciples of Tianheng Peak

can still be saved?" Lu Zhishan stroked his beard and said, "The inner demon is free to grow in the heart. The stronger the inner demon is, the harder it is to escape. I don't know what happened to Daoist Zhao when he was young, and the demon in his heart is difficult to guide now. On the contrary, these more than 70 disciples are all in the early stage of Qi training, with little experience and not strong inner demons, so there is a chance to guide their minds."

Xi Fang frowned slightly and immediately said, "In this case, Elder Lu will have to rescue these disciples first."

Lu Zhishan nodded, held the wrist of a disciple, and probed into a stream of spiritual energy. He concentrated for a long time, but sweat oozed from his forehead. Finally, he opened his eyes, pursed his lips and looked.

Xi Fang and others were waiting quietly on the side. When they saw him finish, they asked, "Is it useful?"

Lu Zhishan put down his disciple's wrist, regained his composure, stood up and said, "I'm poor and incompetent, there's nothing I can do."

Lu Zhangqing's brows were locked: "What do you mean by 'no way'?"

Lu Zhishan said, "If it is an ordinary inner demon, the "Purifying the Heart and Transforming Qi" can drive it away and guide the mind. It's a pity that this technique is a bit old-fashioned, and the "Purifying the Heart and Transforming Qi" is of no use at all."

Everyone was stunned.

Lu Zhishan frowned and said, "The Heart-Clearing and Qi-Transforming Method is what I have learned my whole life. Even if a Jindan cultivator is possessed by a demon, I can save him... If this is useless, I will be helpless even if I stay here..."

Thinking of this, he frowned again, as if he was a little troubled.

The atmosphere in the back hall was slightly chaotic.

Xi Fang said slowly, "If even Elder Lu can't do anything, if this demon cultivator attacks again, our Zhufeng Kingdom will never have peace, and I'm afraid we will fall into eternal damnation."

Lu Zhishan remained silent, but soon he said slowly, "The law of heaven is reincarnation, and all living beings encounter disasters. It has been like this for thousands of years. This is the will of heaven, and I'm afraid we can't resist it..."

After speaking, Lu Zhishan sighed and said to his followers, "Let's go! Master Xi, don't be so rude, but think of a solution."

Xi Fang and the other peak masters were silent, watching Lu Zhishan lead the disciples out of the back hall. Xi Fang was about to speak, but suddenly heard the screaming of swords.

Shao Jun frowned: "Someone has gone crazy again?"

Xi Fang frowned, and a gust of wind blew past. He left the Qingxu Hall with all the peak masters, but saw Lu Zhishan's blue Taoist robe fluttering in the air. Several people were already lying on the ground, but some of them had red eyes and kept shouting and rushing towards Lu Zhishan.

These dozen crazy people were all disciples brought by Lu Zhishan.

Lu Zhishan's face was ashen, and he knocked the last person to the ground, and coldly helped an unconscious young man up without saying a word.

The young man he helped up had a handsome face, and it turned out to be Lu Zhishan's son, Lu Yunzhuo. Most of

the disciples of Qingxu Sword Sect had left just now, and there were still more than a hundred people left in the square, staring at each other in a daze. Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi were still in the square. Wen Jing knew what was going to happen. He stole a glance at Jun Yanzhi with a yearning look, but he quickly held it back.

Xi Fang and the others fell from the sky, silent.

Lu Changqing sneered: "Now they don't even let go of the Ancient Mirror Sect."

Lu Zhishan looked down at his son, his face pale, his fingers trembling.

After a long time, he suddenly looked up at Xi Fang, his voice a little urgent and sad: "Dear Taoist friends, please follow me!"