Yan Yang is one of the most outstanding disciples of the new generation of Tian Yan Sect. He was raised in the palm of the sect's hand, so it is inevitable that he is a little arrogant.
Just now, she and several fellow apprentice sisters worked together to kill a huge demon.
As he stepped on the monster's cold scales and pulled out his beloved sword, Yan Yang felt his heart beating violently.
The usually clean sword blade was now dripping with the sticky blood of the demon. The lizard's eyes were still open, and its slit-like pupils seemed to be staring at him resentfully.
Yan Yang steadied his trembling hands and regained his confidence. Although they were a little embarrassed, they finally killed the monster, which was much better than those small sects that were scared and cried as soon as they left the city gate, and even suffered casualties.
I wonder what happened to those annoying guys in Guiyuan Sect? Maybe they fainted from fright
Because the two sects are located close to each other, Yan Yang, who is always compared with Fu Yun and Miao Honger, has some dislike for all the disciples of Guiyuan Sect.
She looked up, wanting to laugh at the silly newcomers, but her eyes widened in shock at the scene not far away.
The sky above the battlefield was gray and sparks were flying. Many people, like her, stared blankly in the same direction after killing the monsters.
In the air filled with thick smoke, a man with flaming arms was controlling a roaming fiery red dragon to burn monsters.
A huge golden statue was slowly rising from the thick smoke, with its golden feet raised high, and it stepped on the monster to death.
These were not the main points. What was even more surprising was the red-dressed girl sitting on the cloud. Wherever the cloud passed, the sword energy was like a blizzard, harvesting the lives of countless demons along the way. The overwhelming fighting spirit spread out, like a chill that penetrated the bones, making people shudder.
"Golden Core Monk! That is a senior in the Golden Core Stage."
"When did Guiyuan Sect have such a young Jindan cultivator? He was so quiet that no one even heard a rumor about him."
"I heard that he is a disciple of Xingting Zhenren from Xiaoyao Peak. Incredible, incredible."
People looked at the battlefield where the corpses of demons piled up like mountains and talked about it.
"You, how old did you say she was just now?" Yan Yang asked the sister next to him hesitantly.
"Ten... sixteen or seven years old. There's no mistake. When I saw her ten years ago, she was still a little kid."
The hard battle was finally over.
The city gates were closed again, and the monsters in the sky seemed to have realized the horror of humans and temporarily moved away from Huacheng.
Outside the city wall, there were mountains of monster corpses and seas of blood. Many young monks who were experiencing actual combat for the first time leaned against the wall and retched.
Most people were still excitedly discussing the battle that had just taken place.
At this time, Mu Xue and his group, who were walking through the crowd, were particularly eye-catching. The evaluation of them was completely different from half a day ago. No one mentioned the words of youth and uselessness anymore, but instead they all looked at them with admiration, praise, and respect.
Several old friends from different sects sat on a high place, looking at this team of young people who were just starting out.
"The Guiyuan Sect has been really powerful over the years. The new talents they have trained are so amazing."
"A sixteen-year-old Jindan cultivator, tsk tsk."
"No wonder our leader went to Guiyuan Sect to discuss the matter of repelling the demons."
"Really? The oldest elder in my sect, Elder Shang, has also passed by."
"Huh? Master Liao Fan from our Chan Academy also went there alone."
"So, so many seniors who have been famous for many years are now gathered in Guiyuan Sect."
Mu Xue and his group sat on the ground near the sect's teleportation array to rest.
"It seems that the monsters in Huacheng will be driven away soon." Zhuo Yu said. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and return to Qingjing Peak. Now the sect was empty and his master didn't even have anyone to serve him, which made him feel uneasy.
"Yeah, I also hope it will be over soon so I can go back." Mu Xue thought about the person waiting for her at the foot of the mountain. He must have made the quilt obediently.
At this moment, the six people present heard a strange clear sound coming from the talisman jade they were wearing.
Ye Hangzhou, who was alone in Biyun City, heard the sound.
Fu Yun, who had just killed a monster on the battlefield, had a drastic change of expression and took off the talisman he was wearing in disbelief.
Miao Hong'er, who was sitting in front of the iron pot eating, also lowered her head to look at the talisman jade on her waist.
All the Guiyuan Sect disciples scattered around the world heard the continuous chirping sounds coming from the Fu Yu at the same time.
The talisman jade carried by Guiyuan Sect disciples has not been used for hundreds of years, but all disciples of Guiyuan Sect have read about it in the introductory manual.
When the talismans and jades rang together, the mountain protection formation was broken and our sect is in danger. All our disciples, hurry back to provide assistance.
Zhuo Yu's face turned pale instantly, and he immediately rushed towards the teleportation array not far away.
The magic circle that was bright and shining just a moment ago quickly dimmed in front of everyone, and its light faded, turning into some ordinary lines.
Disciples of Guiyuan Sect in different places discovered that almost all the magic arrays for returning to their sect were closed the moment the talisman jade sounded.
Even if the demons invaded, it would be impossible to break through the mountain protection and close all the magic arrays. The only possibility was that the elders who stayed in the sect cut off the disciples' way back to the mountain to help.
These days, the master's deliberate dismissal of all the disciples suddenly became strange. Mu Xue felt a strong sense of unease in her heart.
Zhuo Yu was standing on the magic circle, almost unable to believe it, he knelt down and yelled, "Open the door, Master! Let Zhuo Er go back! Open the door!"
The roar was heart-wrenching and spread far over Huacheng.
However, no matter how loud he shouted, such a roar could not carry everyone's anxiety and grief back to their master's sect thousands of miles away.
Mu Xue suddenly remembered what the headmaster said to her before she left, "Zhuo'er is sensitive by nature and very loyal. Xiaoxue, please take care of him for me."
It turned out that the master's words were actually waiting here, to help him comfort and take care of his youngest disciple after something like this happened.
"Brother, please don't panic for now," Mu Xue grabbed Zhuo Yu's arm and pulled him up, "It's not certain that our teachers will be in trouble. Let's find a way to get back through other sects."
Zhuo Yu looked at her with a pale face.
Mu Xue advised Zhuo Yu not to panic, but in fact her heart had already sunk to the bottom.
She and Zhuo Yu knew Xu Kun's powerful strength and the grudges and entanglements with his master better than anyone else.
At this moment, in the inn at the foot of Jiulian Mountain, Cen Qianshan, who was tidying up his bed, looked out the window.
In the sky, a black meteor with a long tail of thick smoke streaked across the sky, broke through the Jiulianfeng Mountain Protection Array, and crashed straight into the Guiyuan Sect.
Cen Qianshan turned his head and continued to smooth the bed sheet in his hand. For a moment, he almost wanted to pretend that he didn't see it.
In his heart, he really disliked Guiyuan Sect. In the past, although his master was cold, he only had him in his heart. Unlike now, he always thinks of many people.
A beautiful girl from a sect gave peach blossom branches to her senior brothers. There were also those senior sisters who were affectionate and holding hands with her. The master, uncle and head of the sect were always on her lips.
She even didn't want to go back to the Demonic Spirit Realm because of this sect.
Maybe it would be a good thing that this place was destroyed by the devil.
Isn't it all right for me to just stay here and wait for my master to come back? Although I have already formed a fetus, I am still at a different level of power compared to the outer demons.
Cen Qianshan sighed softly and looked in the direction of Guiyuan Sect with resentment. He reached out and closed the door of the inn. The next moment, his figure appeared outside the mountain gate of Guiyuan Sect.
The huge green lotus was slowly folding its petals on the ground, and the layers of petals were turning from blooming back into buds.
Someone was reversing the mountain protection formation, completely wrapping the powerful demon that fell from the sky within the formation.
Originally, they were hiding well in such a powerful magic circle. Even if the outside world turned upside down, at least Guiyuan Sect would be fine, right
Now, in order to protect the people of the world, he is willing to sacrifice his own life and the cave that has been passed down for thousands of years in the sect
What kind of foolish thinking is this? No wonder the entire sect, from top to bottom...
How is it from top to bottom? Cen Qianshan carefully recalled all the disciples of Guiyuan Sect that he knew.
From Fu Yun and Miao Honger whom I met ten years ago, to the group of people who entered the Demon Spirit Realm not long ago, and Ye Hangzhou in Biyun City.
The Master who lives among them always smiles anytime and anywhere, and her happiness is real.
Cen Qianshan's eyebrows and eyes became gentle.
Well, this should actually be a good place.
Just as he was trying to enter the closed mountain protection formation, a struggling sack fell out of the closed lotus.
Cen Qianshan seemed to have seen a similar sack before, and Zhuo Yu had one in his hand. It was said to be the famous magic weapon of his master Dan Yangzi.
Cen Qianshan opened the sack, and a dishevelled man emerged from it. The man was dressed in a scholar's robe, and did not look like a cultivator, but rather a teacher in the ordinary world.
At this moment, the teacher was furious. He stood up and rushed towards the magic circle. Although he was wearing the Guiyuan Sect's talisman jade, he was bounced back by the closed magic circle.
The man was unwilling to give in and punched him, "Asshole! Senior Brother, you bastard! Open the magic circle for me! Open it!"
The closed lotus formation remained motionless and did not respond to him at all.
The man came to his senses and noticed Cen Qianshan beside him. After realizing his amazing cultivation level, he performed the salute as a junior with a hint of caution and alertness.
"I am Su Xingting of Guiyuan Sect. Thank you for your help. May I know your name and where you live?"
Cen Qianshan equated the three words "Su Xingting" with the master's master. He was shocked and used his spiritual power to hold Su Xingting's hand, refusing to accept his gift.
"I happened to be nearby and saw something unexpected happen to the Lotus Mountain Protection Array. So I came over to take a look." Cen Qianshan spoke vaguely.
When the world changes drastically, those masters who have been hiding from the world occasionally come out to investigate the situation.
Su Xingting couldn't enter the mountain gate, and didn't know what was going on inside. He was extremely anxious, and couldn't think about anything else. He walked back and forth twice outside the gate like a headless fly, barely suppressing his anger, and took out the egg-born world he carried with him to tell fortunes for his master.
Cen Qianshan opened his eyes wide when he saw the familiar world inside the egg in his hand.
In the world inside the egg, there were thousands of mountains, silver snow all over the sky, and three gold coins flipped in the air. As the white snow slowly settled, covering the thousands of mountains, the golden coins finally determined the fate of the world.
Looking back, I was still young and nervously presented my first mature work to Master.
"It's a useless little thing. It's okay if Master doesn't want it." At that time, he carefully looked at Master's expression, afraid that he would see contempt and disgust in it.
"You have put so much effort into making this, with both snow and mountains. Thank you, Xiaoshan. I will keep it well." The master smiled and placed the simple magic tool on his workbench.
Just as she had promised at that moment, she kept the little toy by her side and played with it until the end came, when it was destroyed along with her.
"What is this?" Cen Qianshan suppressed the thoughts churning in his mind and asked Su Xingting beside him.
"It was given as a gift by one of my little disciples when he became my disciple." Su Xingting casually turned the egg-born world that he had been stroking for many years in his hand. "Although it is a small item, it contains the thoughts of my disciple. I have always liked it and am used to carrying it with me."
"She was able to remake this thing and give it to you. I think she really respects you as her teacher."
"She likes you guys, and she likes this world, where she can live as her true self."
"It is because of you that I can see the real her."
"… "
That strange senior master said some inexplicable words. Su Xingting didn't hear them clearly, and a colorful and dazzling light appeared in his sight.
When he regained his sight, a colorful jade gate tower appeared before him. The man in black had already stepped into the colorful gate.
Su Xingting suddenly remembered who that person was. He was someone that several of his disciples had mentioned many times before, the number one expert in the Demonic Spirit Realm, the Demon Cultivator Cen Qianshan.