"No need." He struggled to get up, but fell down again weakly.
"Still quite strong." Jiu Hui sighed and dragged Nanluo into the barrier. She saw the disciple of the head of the Shenji Sect grinning at her, pointing at the purse on his waist and holding up five fingers.
"Can it be cheaper?" The sect leader disciple had a bitter expression on his face. Most of the valuable things on him were given to Jiu Hui as compensation before the banquet. Now he felt really bad for having to pay another 5,000 spirit stones.
Jiu Hui turned her head away, not intending to pay any more attention to him.
"Five thousand is five thousand." The chief disciple of the palm sect gritted his teeth, took off the purse and handed it to the edge of the barrier: "Let me in."
"Come in." Jiu Hui waved her hand and let the chief disciple of the Palm Sect into the barrier, but did not tell him that she originally planned to charge only five hundred.
The sect's eldest disciple huddled dejectedly in a corner of the barrier, clutching his empty purse and comforting himself that although spirit stones are easy to perish, life is hard to regain.
"Fellow Daoist Nanlu, don't lie down, get up quickly, your master is preparing to catch the turtle in the jar." Jiu Hui lifted a corner of the table curtain, grabbed Nanlu by the collar, and pulled him to the front.
Nanluo raised his head and saw his master who was originally poisoned. He waved his hand and casually formed a barrier, locking all the people in the Demon Sect inside the barrier.
"How do you know that my master is not poisoned?" Nan Lu asked Jiu Hui in a daze. Even he didn't notice it, so how could Jiu Hui guess it
"Damn here." Jiuhui pointed to her head.
"Can you tell us in detail?" Tao Er took out a handful of melon seeds from his purse.
"You guys haven't guessed it yet?" Jiu Hui took half of the melon seeds from Tao Er: "Then let me tell you my guess."
Nanluo remained silent, and the chief disciple of the Zhang Sect quietly moved his butt to the middle.
"After entering the Jiutian Sect, I discovered that the Jiutian Sect not only has a mountain protection formation, but also has patrolling disciples who guard the sect non-stop for twelve hours every day. These patrolling disciples are all at the Jindan stage or above, not to mention that there are more than a dozen elders with profound cultivation. With such strict protection, how could so many people from the Demon Sect sneak in? Unless half of the people in the Jiutian Sect abandon the light and join the dark, and worship the Demon Sect."
"That's absolutely impossible." Nan Lu said firmly: "My disciples of Jiu Tian Sect cultivate the Way of Benevolence and Virtue. How can we associate with the Demon Sect?"
Jiu Hui glanced at him and said, "I heard that your sect's Silver Master..."
Nanluo's usually serious face almost couldn't hold back. He gritted his teeth and said, "There's no need to talk about the past. Besides, it was the evil witch of the demon sect who deliberately seduced me to destroy my uncle Yinji's heart. What does it have to do with my uncle?"
At this moment in the hall, Mo Zheng was cursing at Yin Ji: "Yin Ji! You took advantage of our princess's young age to seduce her and then abandoned her. How can a hypocrite like you be so high and mighty and be called an immortal king?"
The demon sect's accusatory words penetrated the entire hall and also reached the barrier. Several people silently glanced at Nansu, and even the head disciple who was afraid of the Jiutian Sect couldn't help but look up.
Nan Sulfone: “…”
"Not only that, you also took advantage of the guardian's love for the princess and lured him to Wenxian City to kill him. You hypocrites who are good at plotting and scheming, we, the Demon Sect, will make you pay with blood!"
"The incident that happened in Wenxian City was actually planned by your Jiutian Sect?" Tao Er gave Nanluo a thumbs up: "As expected of a big sect, the plan is really meticulous."
Nanluo's face turned red with anxiety: "This matter has nothing to do with us!" This anxiety affected his internal injuries, and he covered his chest and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
Zhiyou glanced at Jiuhui, and Jiuhui smiled innocently. She just stabbed the demon cult's guardian in the kidney with a butcher knife. What did other things have to do with her
"I know you are anxious, but don't worry. We all believe that this matter has nothing to do with your Jiutian Sect." Tao Er was afraid that Nanluo would vomit blood again if he continued, so he quickly said a few words praising the Jiutian Sect.
After all, he is the chief disciple of Jiutian Sect and they cannot afford to offend him.
"It is impossible for the disciples of Jiutian Sect to collude with the Demon Cult, so this ceremony is a bait for the Demon Cult, and we guests are also chess pieces and baits to make up the numbers." Jiu Hui smiled and said, "With the smallest sacrifice, in exchange for the greatest benefit, Immortal Buting is a wise man."
Nanluo did not respond, his eyes were all on his most respected master.
The insults and accusations from the Demon Cult did not elicit any reaction from Buting. He turned around, glanced at the place on the altar where the Ganmu scroll was originally hung, and drew his sword and swung it.
With just one strike of the sword, countless disciples of the Demon Cult were reduced to ashes. The remaining members of the Demon Cult retreated in fear, only to find that they had already been imprisoned in the barrier, with no way to avoid it and no way to escape.
At this point, they still didn't understand what was going on.
"We've fallen into a trap!"
"Buting, you are so ruthless."
But Ting ignored the insults from these people. He walked down the stairs with his sword in hand and swung the sword again. The number of insulting disciples of the Demon Sect decreased by half again.
The face of the Palace Master of Changshou Palace looked a little ugly. She looked at Buting who showed no signs of poisoning, and immediately understood that Buting might have known about the plan of the Demon Realm for a long time, but in order to catch these people in one fell swoop, he would rather use her disciples of Changshou Palace as bait.
“Buting, even if you kill all of us today, you can’t stop the heavenly punishment.” The demon cultivator with the highest cultivation level covered his injured chest with a ferocious expression: “So what if you are the leader of Jiutian Sect? You are just a mortal after all.”
"Heaven punishes the common people, and the demon world has no way to escape." Buting used the third sword, and there were only three demon cultivators still alive in the entire hall. He stopped and looked down at the demon cultivator lying on the ground with an expressionless face: "If I can earn a glimmer of hope, what's the harm in killing all the demons in the world?"
“Hahahahahahaha!” The demon cultivator who was spitting blood seemed to have heard the most absurd joke: “Do you think the heaven wants to destroy the demons or monsters? The ones the heaven wants to destroy are you humans! What we do in the demon world is just to comply with the great way and the will of heaven.”
"You are misleading the people with your lies." Buting pierced the demon cultivator's dantian with a sword, stepped on the blood flowing from the demon cultivator, and walked to the last two demon cultivators.
The two demon cultivators looked pale, their outer robes soaked with blood. Buting looked indifferent: "Which one of you is the eldest prince of the demon clan?"
The two demon cultivators did not speak.
Buting didn't ask any more questions, he just swung his sword and stabbed.
"Immortal Lord!" Yin Ji blocked the sword: "Why not spare their lives and find out the Demon Cult's next plan?" "It's not difficult if you want to know." Buting put away the sword.
Seeing that his sword was sheathed, Yin Ji felt relieved.
Tao Er, who was hiding in the tortoise shell barrier, looked pale: "The power of the great power is so terrifying."
These highly skilled demon cultivators were unable to withstand the sword swung casually by Bu Xianzun. The powerful sword energy spread across the hall, suffocating him.
The sect's chief disciple took the opportunity to shyly approach Jiu Hui and asked, "Can I have the five thousand spirit stones..."
"Don't even think about it. It's a sin to even think about it!" Jiu Hui covered her purse and hid behind Zhiyou. Zhiyou cooperated by opening his arms and blocking her tightly.
The sect leader disciple wanted to say something else when a terrifying scream suddenly erupted in the hall.
The two demon cultivators fell to the ground with their heads covered, and the wails coming from their mouths made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.
"Clearing... Soul Clearing Technique." The Palace Master of Changshou Palace turned pale. This technique is more cruel than the Soul Search Technique. It can not only separate the soul from the body, but also absorb all the memories of the other party. The person whose soul is taken will be in so much pain that he would rather die than live. This technique is very dangerous and can easily backfire. Almost no one dares to use it.
To this day, no one knows this technique, and no one knows where Bu Ting learned it from.
Condensing the acquired memories into a magic ball, Buting handed the ball to Yin Ji: "Everything you want to know is in it."
Yin Ji looked at the Demon Cult's Great Prince who was twitching and wailing in pain on the ground, and with a pale face he reached out his hand to catch the magic ball.
He knew that the eldest prince's life was in danger.
"Disaster is approaching, and millions of lives are behind you. Don't let yourself get sentimental." But Ting stopped looking at Yin Ji, swung his sword to end the lives of the last two demon cultivators, and ordered his disciples to come in and clean up the mess.
The blood of the demon cultivators dyed the entire hall red. Buting turned to face everyone and said, "Thank you all for helping my sect to wipe out these demons. I feel guilty for scaring you all."
He took a step back and bowed solemnly.
Everyone was originally unhappy about Bu Ting's concealment, but when they saw him, a man of extraordinary status, bending down to apologize to everyone, they felt flattered and hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.
Since it is a plan against the Demon Cult, it is naturally not a good idea to let too many people know about it. Moreover, their lives are not in danger, so it would seem narrow-minded to care about it.
The disciple of the head sect of the Shenji Sect pinched his empty purse, feeling that it was a waste of five thousand spirit stones. If he had known that there would be no danger, he would not have begged Jiu Hui to hide in this protective barrier.
He looked at Jiuhui who was hiding behind Zhiyou, and dared not say anything.
The banquet ended in chaos and everyone dispersed. In the empty hall, Buting stood alone. He glanced at all the tables and chairs one by one, and finally saw a small piece of ash on the table in the corner.
Slowly walking to the table, he extended his hand.
Squeak.
The palace door was blown open by the wind, and Buting watched as the wind picked up the ashes, swirling in the air, and finally flew out of the palace. He chased after them for two steps, then stopped, waved his hand and closed the palace door. The empty palace gradually dimmed until the darkness engulfed Buting.
The sun sets and night falls.
The moonlight was cold, and the Demon-Suppressing Prison under the moonlight was even more eerie and terrifying. There were no flowers, plants or insects chirping here, only the sound of copper bells ringing from time to time.
Qiuhua walked to the tower under the moonlight. The moonlight shone on her face. Her complexion was cold and pale, and there was a mad determination in her dark eyes.
"Heaven-cutting Sword!" She raised the sword and slashed at the barrier.
"Sect Master Qiu."
She paused in swinging her sword and turned to look at the person who had come.
Jiu Hui sat on a branch, swung her feet, and smiled brightly at Qiu Hua: "This tower not only suppresses a great demon that has cultivated for thousands of years, but also countless demons that have committed many evil deeds. If they escape, ordinary people within a few hundred miles will be in danger of their lives."
"When were you here?" Qiuhua did not put away his sword.
"I'll be here after dark." Jiu Hui jumped down from the tree, walked to Qiu Hua's side, and looked up at the sky: "Look at the moonlight tonight."
Qiuhua looked up at the sky.
"What a beautiful moon." Jiu Hui placed her hand on the barrier, which was surging with a faint light. "Perhaps at this moment there are scholars reciting poems to the moon, children chasing and playing under the moon, and peddlers using the moonlight to travel. Sect Master, can you really bear it?"
Qiu Hua's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he choked up as he said, "Step aside, or I will kill you."
"Shh." Jiu Hui held Qiu Hua's sword-holding wrist: "Someone is coming, let's hide first."
Qiuhua looked at Jiuhui and did not break free from her hand.
"Don't worry, with me here, no one will find us." Jiu Hui pulled Qiu Hua to the tree, and they held hands and sat side by side. Jiu Hui took out a large mermaid gauze dress and draped it over them, and they immediately disappeared.
"Look, isn't the scenery here unique?" Jiu Hui took the sword from Qiu Hua's hand, and the sword turned into a golden hairpin in her palm. She reached out to tidy up the loose hair on Qiu Hua's temples and inserted the golden hairpin into her bun.
In the darkness, the footsteps were getting closer.
The author has something to say:
Jiu Hui: Look, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, why not go to a beautiful future with me. See you tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)