In the dark devil's cave, demonic energy gathers from time to time, giving birth to new monsters.
In the underground demon cave thousands of feet above the ground, a large open space was opened up and divided into several caves, where hundreds of cultivators gathered.
Here, demonic energy is generated at any time and in any place, and one must mobilize the spiritual energy to circulate the skills in order to resist the invasion of demonic energy.
"Master, another disciple has been struck in the heart by the evil spirit and has fallen into a coma."
"Ahem..."
Yue Ling was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, with deep worry in his eyes.
"Bring them here, I will exorcise the evil spirits for them."
"But, Master, your body..."
"It's okay. I know my injuries well. Bring the person here."
A dozen cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage were brought over. After Yue Ling expelled the spiritual energy from their bodies, his aura suddenly dropped from the seventh level of Golden Core to the sixth level of Golden Core.
"Master, your cultivation..."
Yue Lingzheng waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more. The disciple felt uneasy, but tactfully withdrew.
After the disciples left, Yue Ling sat in meditation for a long time. After the evil spirit in his body calmed down, he walked towards a small door.
He knocked on the small door, "Uncle, how is your injury?"
Sheng Qingjun's voice came through the stone door.
"Much better."
Yue Ling was about to say something but stopped himself. He stood quietly beside the stone gate, speechless for a long time.
Finally, Sheng Qingjun inside the stone gate spoke first, breaking the dead silence.
"How many disciples are there in the sect?"
"There are twenty-three Jindan cultivators and three hundred and sixty-seven foundation-building cultivators, a total of three hundred and ninety people."
“There are only so few people left.”
Sheng Qingjun's tone was full of melancholy. That day, Xiaoyao Sect had just put down the civil strife when the evil cultivators came to the top of the mountain to kill them.
In a panic, the sect dismissed the outer disciples and left only more than a thousand inner disciples to fight against the evil cultivators.
In order to cover her evacuation, Old Ye blew himself up and died.
She led six hundred monks in fighting and retreating, hiding under the devil's cave and surviving. In the blink of an eye, eighty years passed.
Eighty years have passed, and hatred has long since taken root and sprouted in her heart.
Every day she thought about revenge and taking back the mountain gate.
However, she was seriously injured in that battle and has only recovered from her injuries after recuperating until now.
“In the deep demonic abyss, the Jindan cultivators could barely protect their souls from being eroded by the demonic energy, but 230 of the foundation-building disciples died from the demonic energy.
I wonder if they will blame me for my cowardice before they die. "
Yue Lingzheng hurriedly comforted him, "Master, don't blame yourself. If you hadn't been quick-witted and torn a corner of the Demon Sealing Array and led everyone to commit themselves to it, I'm afraid that all six hundred disciples would have been slaughtered long ago."
Sheng Qingjun smiled bitterly, "But hiding here is not a good idea after all. We have to fight our way out eventually."
"But those evil cultivators must have deployed heavy troops outside. I'm afraid that my uncle alone is no match for them..."
Yue Ling was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, the only Nascent Soul cultivator left in Xiaoyao Sect was indeed no match for the demon cultivator.
But on the other hand, if you continue to stay in the devil's cave and are constantly eroded by demonic energy, your strength will be further weakened.
"I know, but if I continue to hide here, I will eventually die."
Sheng Qingjun pushed open the stone door with a calm expression.
"I, a cultivator of the Xiaoyao Sect, seek immortality and a life of freedom and ease. I was seriously injured before, but now that I have recovered, I am naturally unwilling to live in humiliation."
Yue Ling had a solemn expression on his face, he knew that his uncle was determined to die.
Not to mention his uncle, didn't he also want to kill his enemies with his own hands
The mountain gate was breached, he was not afraid of life or death, he was only worried that after his death, he would not be able to face the successive sect leaders.
"Yes, Uncle Master, I will go and call the others now!"
The remaining hundreds of people arrived quickly, as if they had foreseen what would happen next, and most of them had a look of determination in their eyes.
Sheng Qingjun glanced at everyone one by one, "I have decided to leave the demon cave at dawn tomorrow and fight my way back to the mountain gate."
Some people looked worried. There was only one Nascent Soul True Lord left in Xiaoyao Sect, Grandmaster Sheng, while the evil cultivators had a total of four Nascent Soul cultivators.
On that day, the mountain gate was broken, and the evil cultivator watched them jump into the devil's cave with his own eyes, but he did not kill them all.
Perhaps those evil cultivators are certain that they cannot hold out in the devil's cave for too long, and will eventually leave on their own initiative.
"Uncle Master, is this too reckless? We have been hiding in the demon cave and have just had a chance to catch our breath. If we show up rashly, I'm afraid we will be caught in one fell swoop."
"If we die, won't Xiaoyao Sect be like Hanshan Sect, with its inheritance cut off?"
Sheng Qingjun's eyes swept over the two people who were talking and nodded slightly.
"Of course I have considered what you said. After leaving the Demon Cave tomorrow, we will split into two groups. I will cover some people leaving first, so that the Xiaoyao Sect's inheritance will continue.
The rest of you will follow me and fight your way back to the mountain gate."
The two men breathed a sigh of relief, but worried that others would think they were cowardly, they quickly explained.
"Uncle Master, we are not afraid of death, but the sect's inheritance cannot be cut off..."
"No need to explain, I know what's going on."
After Sheng Qingjun finished speaking, he pointed to the 140 people and divided them into seven teams.
She then distributed the few remaining talismans and treasures to the several Jindan monks who led the team and gave them instructions.
"Once you are free from the demon cave, you will lead yourselves to escape. The important task of inheriting the sect will be handed over to the seven of you."
Xue Pangxing, the head of Fufeng, had a look of disapproval on his face.
"Uncle Master, there are only 390 people left in Xiaoyao Sect. If we escape, how can you survive
In my opinion, if we want to flee, we flee together, and if we want to fight, we fight together!"
"That's right, uncle-master, please flee with us! As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. The evil cultivators are rampant for a while, but they will eventually be destroyed."
"If you refuse to flee, I will fight you out of this encirclement!"
Sheng Qingjun raised her hand to stop everyone from talking.
Although the evil cultivators did not chase into the depths of the devil's cave, they were definitely not unprepared.
How could she protect so many disciples in the Jindan stage and even the foundation-building stage with her own strength
It was already extremely difficult to protect the escape of these two hundred people and preserve the sect's inheritance.
"I have made up my mind. You don't need to persuade me anymore. It is easy to die, but it is difficult to survive and protect the sect's heritage.
I entrust this important task to you, and I hope you can understand my intentions. "
Several Jindan cultivators who were entrusted with important tasks looked at each other, with embarrassment in their eyes.
They wanted to live and die with the sect, but their uncle also said that the inheritance must not be cut off.
When the uncle said that the troops should be divided into two groups, he just wanted to lead his fellow disciples and fight for them...
After Sheng Qingjun explained in detail the battle strategy that had been formulated long ago, he returned to the cave alone.
After closing the stone door, she sighed, helplessness in her eyes, and muttered to herself.
"Old Ye, Old Ye, you died easily, but you left such a mess for me. It's really troublesome.
In order to find a way out for the Xiaoyao Sect, you wasted the last bit of your life forcefully doing divination, causing me to lead my disciples to retreat into the devil's cave.
Now eighty years have passed, and tomorrow is the date you predicted, but where is the turning point you mentioned?"