Linquan City is the territory of the Dan Sect, gathering countless alchemists and a branch of medical practitioners. It is usually peaceful, but its disadvantages are exposed when the demon army invades.
They have no fighting power.
Once the demon army comes in, the entire Linquan City will be in danger.
Fortunately, Linquan City is protected by a large formation, but the alchemists are obviously not reassured to rely solely on the formation, so they ordered a batch of protective magic tools from Zhanjin Sect.
This time, Fan Yangshui is responsible for delivering the magic weapons to Dan Zong and Quan Dianxing.
There are quite a lot of magic weapons, some of which are capable of resisting demon lords and are very valuable. The leader of the Zhanjin Sect said that he was worried about letting other people deliver them, so he asked Fan Yangshui to come.
Fan Yangshui knew that the other party didn't like Qianjimen and wanted to vent his anger, so he deliberately asked her to come out. However, Linquan City is a big city after all, with a complete city defense array and teleportation array, so there is no need to worry too much, unless you encounter the Demon Lord.
Even so, she did not bring other disciples with her. During the special period, it was not safe to bring weapon-refining disciples around. Not all weapon-refining disciples were like Ye Su, who could not only refine weapons but also fight.
After arriving in Linquan City, Fan Yangshui went to Danzong to trade magic weapons first, and then went to Quandianxing to deliver the remaining magic weapons.
Since Quan Dianxing needed to evaluate all the magic tools before giving her the spirit stones, she had to stay in the city for a few more days. However, she didn't expect that she would never be able to leave.
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There were many cultivators who took the teleportation array with Yi Xuan, most of whom were going to Linquan City to find medical practitioners and alchemy practitioners to treat their injuries.
Standing in the teleportation array, some people's eyes unconsciously fell on the words on his clothes.
After the teleportation array was activated, someone finally couldn't help but strike up a conversation: "Are you a disciple of Qianji Sect?"
Yi Xuan looked at the other party: "What's the matter?"
"I heard that the Qianji Sect's spiritual vein has been restored." The other party's eyes kept wandering between the red mole on his forehead and the knife in his hand, and he asked hesitantly, "Are you Yi Xuan?"
At the sect competition a year ago, Qianji Sect stole the limelight, occupying four seats in the top ten. Among them was a disciple from Bingzong, who wielded the Wujian Sect's magic weapon, the Chongming Sword. It was also said that he had a red mole between his eyebrows and looked as handsome as a demon. Even the disciples of Hehuan Sect were eclipsed when standing next to him.
It’s a pity that Qianjimen has been unusually quiet this year and has not taken any action.
Yi Xuan heard the other party's previous words, he took a step forward and asked: "Has the spirit vein of Qianjimen been restored?"
The cultivator opposite was stunned: "You don't know? It has been widely spread in the cultivation world. It seems that Ye Su brought some magic weapon from the Rotating Tower to revive the Qianji Sect's spiritual vein."
Naturally, there could be no magic weapon. Yi Xuan knew it very well. He had been tracking Fan Yangshui's whereabouts these days and had not paid attention to any news about Qianji Sect.
Now that the spiritual veins have been restored... Has the senior sister found a way to solve the formation
However, Zongshi still needs to be obtained, and who is behind this must be found out.
Yi Xuan started a conversation with the cultivator opposite him. Although he did not look enthusiastic, it was obvious that the other party wanted to say a few more words.
The disciples of Qianji Sect are extraordinary, and their spiritual veins have just been revived, so even a fool would want to get in touch with them.
The teleportation array ran for three hours and finally arrived at the teleportation point of Linquan City. The group walked out of the teleportation array one after another.
As soon as Yi Xuan stepped out of the teleportation array, the Chongming Sword began to vibrate. He noticed something was wrong and instantly drew out his sword. He turned his head and said to the monk who came out, "Retreat!"
However, these cultivators came from all directions and their levels varied. When they heard Yi Xuan's voice, they did not retreat but instead stepped forward to see what was happening.
A black light flashed by, and several monks who came forward without any vigilance or precaution were instantly cut in the throat. They covered their throats in a daze, with large amounts of blood flowing out from between their fingers. They wanted to say something, but could only make "ho ho" sounds.
Yi Xuan leaned back to avoid the black light attack, and at the same time drew out his heavy sword and slashed at it, causing a clanging sound when they collided.
Just with this contact, Yi Xuan's hand holding the knife handle was numb. The black light paused for a moment, and he realized that it was a semicircular wrist knife.
After being cut, the wrist knife flew back intact.
At this time, the others finally reacted and immediately wanted to return to the teleportation array. However, it was too late. More than a dozen real demons suddenly appeared at the side of the teleportation array and blocked their retreat.
The monks who had just arrived at the Linquan teleportation point were all surrounded by the demon army, including two demon kings.
A woman wearing a long brown dress who looked like a monk walked out slowly from behind the stall across the street. She had a wrist knife on her hand and her fingertips were touching the blade. She raised her eyelids and stared at Yi Xuan with a bewildered smile: "Not bad."
The monks who were surrounded in the middle gasped and their eyes turned red. This woman is a demon!
Yi Xuan tightly grasped the heavy sword. He could not see through the aura of the demon opposite him. The aura of the other party was even stronger than that of the Demon Lord he met half a year ago.
Just by looking at it, the heavy sword began to vibrate violently.
—The Demon Lord.
Yi Xuanxin's heart sank gradually. There were seven Demon Lords in the Demon Realm, and each of them was equivalent to the Mahayana level, which was the level of the masters of the major sects. Not to mention destroying the world, it was enough to make a city fall.
If these demon troops can wait at the teleportation point, I'm afraid Linquan City has already fallen.
The woman in the tan dress tied a braid on her chest, the wrist knife kept turning on her fingertips. She glanced at the monks surrounded in the middle and said to the demon army indifferently: "Kill them all."
She stood leaning against the stall, as if she was just watching a show, smelling the bloody smell in the air with some enjoyment.
Some monks took out jade discs to send messages, wanting to tip off others. She lowered her head and held her braids, moving the wrist knife close to the ends of her hair. With a slight cut, several strands of hair fell off.
The woman grabbed the shaved hair and threw it forward casually. The hair was like needles, piercing the limbs and facial features of the monk who took out the jade disc for communication.
There was also a monk who secretly took out a teleportation scroll and wanted to leave by himself. The demon army didn't seem to notice. The monk was overjoyed and opened the scroll, waiting to appear in another place.
However, the teleportation scroll remained indifferent, and the monk remained in the same place, with the large formation under his feet looming.
The demon army had actually set up a formation around the teleportation point in advance, rendering the teleportation scroll ineffective and making teleportation impossible.
The monks couldn't leave, and the demon army gathered around them again, feeling desperate.
Yi Xuan was dealing with the Demon Lord and had no time to care about others.
After several battles in Qianjimen, Yi Xuan can now kill the Demon Lord across levels, but there is more than one Demon Lord outside the teleportation point.
Chongming sensed that another demon king was attacking him from behind, so he floated out of the Chongming Sword.
"Spirit?" The woman leaning against the stall finally raised her eyelids again and looked at Yi Xuan and Chong Ming who were standing back to back. She turned her head and suddenly a bloodthirsty excitement flashed in her eyes, "Kunlun Lu Chenhan?"
The demon world and the cultivation world do not share information, and the woman obviously does not know anything about the Thousand Machine Sect.
The woman pinched her braid and looked at the knife in Yi Xuan's hand, then shook her head: "He uses a sword."
Having said that, the bloodlust in her eyes did not diminish, and killing the talented disciple of a large sect obviously made her very excited.
Although killing a cultivator in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm was as easy as crushing an ant, he trembled with excitement at the thought that the other party was a talented cultivator who would grow in the future.
These monks all deserved to die at her hands.
The woman moved in front of Yi Xuan in an instant and cut Yi Xuan's wrist with the wrist knife. It was not fatal. It was a play of the superior hunter on his prey.
Yi Xuan didn't even have time to dodge. Chongming was a divine spirit, so his reaction was even faster. Sword intent rose around his body, and he stepped sideways to block the flying wrist knife.
However, Chongming's strength is related to his master. Yi Xuan is only in the early stage of transformation. The woman opened her five fingers and directly pierced Chongming's body.
"Chongming!" Yi Xuan reacted and cut off the woman's fingers, then retreated with Chongming in one hand.
"I'm fine." After Chongming said this, his whole body disappeared and returned to the Chongming sword.
The spirit body is injured and needs to be returned to the blade to recuperate.
Yi Xuan clearly saw that he had cut the woman's hand, but when he swung the knife, it only hit empty air, leaving only an afterimage. He felt a chill on his back and immediately stepped back on tiptoe, trying to avoid the feeling of danger.
"It's too late."
The woman's fingers pinched Yi Xuan's throat, her nails piercing into it, and her braid stretched out and swept the heavy knife in his hand away.
The Demon Lord almost killed the leader of Shangque Sect, let alone a disciple in the early stage of Spirit Transformation. Even if he had a magic weapon in his hand, it would be of no use.
Yi Xuan clearly felt the other party's fingers piercing into his neck and even pinching his throat. The demonic consciousness flowed in along the blood, attacking his spiritual palace and shattering his Nascent Soul.
Yi Xuan was forced to look up, his eyes fixed on the sky. He gradually lost consciousness, with large amounts of blood flowing from his mouth and throat. He had not yet found Fan Yangshui and retrieved the clan history.
I promised Ye Su and don’t want to break my promise.
Don't want to... die.
The shattered Nascent Soul in the spiritual palace suddenly stopped, and then instantly reunited, but a thick black demonic aura lingered around it.
"What is that?" The woman had just crushed the cultivator's Nascent Soul and was about to take back her demonic consciousness, but she found that the other party's Nascent Soul had gathered together again.
She controlled her demonic consciousness and prepared to investigate carefully, but unexpectedly, the Nascent Soul surrounded by black demonic energy suddenly opened its mouth and bit towards the demonic consciousness.
The woman immediately let go of Yi Xuan and took several steps back. This is...
She looked at the person who was thrown to the ground. The hole in his throat that was pierced by his fingers was surrounded by a layer of black demonic energy, and the wound was slowly healing.
At this moment, the demon soldiers who were killing the monks stopped and knelt on the ground.
They felt the breath of the Demon Lord.
—Bloodline crushing.
The woman's face changed drastically. Her bloody hand seemed to be burned and corroded by something, and the burning was even spreading upwards. She simply grabbed the wrist knife and cut off the hand.
The severed hand fell to the ground and was gradually corroded completely, turning into black blood.
The woman gasped in her throat and turned her neck. The remaining part of her arm began to move rapidly and actually grew back.
The few monks who were still alive were so frightened that they tried to escape to Linquan City in a panic.
The woman threw the wrist knife backwards, and it turned into a black light, flashing in the air, and the monks were cut in half in an instant.
As long as the Nascent Soul of cultivators above is not destroyed, they still have a chance to survive.
The Nascent Soul of one cultivator turned into a stream of light and tried to escape, but was suddenly swallowed up by the Demon Lord who was half-kneeling on the ground.
The woman retracted her wrist knife, looked at Yi Xuan on the ground for a long time, and finally decided to take him away.
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"Yi Xuan's life lamp is broken!"
When Ye Su was observing You Fu who had not yet woken up in the space, he suddenly received a message from his master. He heard these words as soon as he opened it.
She didn't care that You Fushi hadn't woken up yet, so she turned around and rushed to the top of the mountain, pushing open the door to the Life Lamp Hall.
Zhang Fengfeng stood in front of the life lamp wall, staring at an extinguished lamp with Yi Xuan's name engraved below it.