Zhou Qiu asked hurriedly: "Why did Sect Leader Gu say that?"
"I heard that your sect was in trouble, so I asked my disciple Wan Lai to ask for help before I arrived. It seems that the other party has agreed. Your sect's Fuxi formation isolates the inside and outside, so I used the water to spread the message. The rescuers must be on their way. We just need to delay time," Gu Pinglin said, and bowed to everyone. "I was not sure whether the request for help would be successful before, so I did not dare to promise easily. I hope you can forgive me."
Although no one knew how many reinforcements there were, they thought that Gu Pinglin, as the leader of the Lingxin Sect, would not joke about his own life since he was also here. Everyone was very happy and the atmosphere in the hall became much more relaxed.
When Zhou Qiu was about to ask, another disciple came running in and reported, "Something's wrong outside!"
"Go and take a look!" Zhou Qiu walked out immediately.
As expected, the Fuxi Formation above the bamboo sea dimmed a lot, and the sound of the piano was not as smooth as before. It was obvious that the formation was not strong enough and someone could not hold on.
"Elder Tang." Zhou Qiu made a judgment, and the spirit zither flew out of the box. He held the zither with one hand and went up to replace Tang Jian. Tang Jian's face was pale and sweating profusely, obviously due to excessive consumption. Nie Yu helped him to sit aside and meditate.
Gu Pinglin looked up and observed.
The Fuxi String Dance Bagua Formation is extremely powerful. In addition to the person in charge of the formation, the other eight inner alchemy masters are the key. The five tones plus the changing Gong and Zhi make a total of seven tones. Every time it is played, one person will be left unattended. This is the flaw of the Fuxi formation. It's just that the eight people cooperate perfectly, and there are changes every time, so it's difficult to tell who has the flaw, so no one has been able to crack it so far.
The huge power brought huge consumption. The commander was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. The other eight were not easy either. It was estimated that soon someone would not be able to hold on. Although Gu Pinglin and others present had inner alchemy skills, they did not practice the way of the zither and sword, so they were helpless. Only Nie Yu took the zither and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and listened, his fingers floating on the strings, trying to cooperate.
The Demon Beidou on the opposite side also understood the characteristics of the Fuxi Formation, and ordered thousands of demon cultivators to take turns resting and attacking, determined to wear out the Guangling Sect.
In the early morning of the third day, all attacks suddenly stopped.
They were all experienced warriors and knew something was wrong, so they didn't dare to relax at all.
The seven Demon Beidou appeared in front of the formation, and the leader, Mo Tianshu, said loudly: "Old Zhou, you are the Demon Lord of Guangling Sect. I advise you to take them away as soon as possible, so that you can save the lives of your disciples."
The Demon Realm acts arrogantly, killing innocent people is common, and rarely spares people's lives. Zhou Qiu looked at the elders and Taoist supervisors who were struggling to hold on, and then looked at Nie Yu and others below. He moved his lips but couldn't say a word. As the master of the mountain, if he gave up the mountain gate easily, Guangling Sect would become a laughing stock. Without a foothold, where would Guangling Sect go? The cultivation world has its own rules, and you can't just rob it.
Gu Pinglin pondered.
The situation in the Demon Realm is indeed tense. Master Wei Feng has suffered a series of defeats in the battle with the Wanfa Sect and needs a victory to boost morale. He does not want to waste any more time here and wants to win quickly, so he proposed such "merciful" conditions.
Mo Tianshu urged impatiently: "Agree or not? Don't blame me for not reminding you. We will definitely be able to take down Guangling Sect today. It will be too late for you to regret it then."
Zhou Qiu closed his eyes as his fingers trembled as he played the piano.
The other party must have a back-up plan when they said that. We don't know when the rescuers will arrive. Should we stay and take a gamble, or agree to them? The low-level disciples were sent away, and those who stayed behind were the backbone of the sect. If they could be saved, the hope of Guangling Sect's revival would be greater.
"Master, you can't do that!" An elder tried to stop him, gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face.
"We can't agree to them, Master!" Nie Yu and several senior disciples fell to the ground and cried, "We are all willing to fight to the death!"
…
There was a sound of weeping among the Guangling Sect, and the rest of the people all looked distressed.
Gu Pinglin seemed not to have heard it. He looked up into the air and suddenly said, "Since Senior Wei Feng is here, why don't you show up?"
Silence.
A red cloud appeared over the bamboo sea, like blood splattered on the sky, then slowly spread out to the surroundings, and a human figure vaguely appeared in it.
"Are you the apprentice of that kid Yue Songting?" The voice was very strange. It sounded like many people were talking at the same time, both men and women. Some had shrill voices, some had low and hoarse voices, and some seemed to be laughing. The mixture together was very strange.
Master Wei Feng, the leader who has ruled the Demon Realm for three hundred years, said that it was not an exaggeration to call Yue Songting a "boy". It was said that his cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Dan Realm, and he was the closest demon cultivator to the Dan God Realm.
Gu Pinglin bowed and said, "I have heard of your great name for a long time. Nice to meet you."
Master Wei Feng laughed, but the sound was too noisy to tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery: "Zhou Qiu, I've been very polite, what do you think? I advise you not to try to delay time, I won't give you a second chance like this."
Only then did everyone come back to their senses from their shock.
"Impossible!" A Guangling Sect supervisor shouted, "Use whatever skills you have, and see if my Guangling disciples are afraid!"
The voices in the air hummed, and a gust of wind blew!
The wind actually had a color, deep red, like blood mist.
As a sword cultivator, Gu Pinglin immediately discovered that the wind was transformed from sword intent, carrying a strong evil aura and fishy smell, and was corrosive. When the sword energy of the Fuxi Formation encountered this bloody wind, it was gradually melted, and a hole appeared in the sky.
The swordsmanship this person practices is very strange, Gu Pinglin thought to himself.
Zhou Qiu, who was at the center of the formation, swayed and steadied his body. The sound of the piano suddenly became faster, and the murderous aura of the giant sword above his head increased sharply, shattering the bloody wind.
It turns out that this formation can be even stronger. Seeing this, everyone looked even more serious. Master Wei Feng's cultivation was so strong that his strength was not inferior to that of the seven demons of the Big Dipper. Even if everyone risked their lives, they probably wouldn't last more than a day.
"If I take action, how long can you hold on?" Master Wei Feng asked.
Including the Taoist governor, no one spoke. Only Gu Pinglin asked, "Your Excellency, since you came here in person, aren't you worried that the Wanfa Sect will take advantage of you?"
Master Wei Feng said: "Of course I am ready."
Gu Pinglin said: "Really? But the news I got is not like that."
"Boy, you are still too young," Master Wei Feng said, "You want to delay time, but I want to finish it as soon as possible."
"I do mean well, please think twice," Gu Pinglin said calmly, "I dare to come to Guangling Sect at this time, which means you are doomed to retreat. Do you believe it or not?"
Master Wei Feng was silent for a while and did not answer him: "Zhou Qiu, I will ask you one last question, do you agree or not?"
Li Nian Gu died, many outstanding disciples died in the battle, and several Dao Supervisors were seriously injured. Even if they were lucky enough to escape this disaster, Guangling Sect's strength was greatly damaged, and its decline was inevitable. Zhou Qiu had tears in his eyes, and he finally made a decision. He said to Gu Pinglin apologetically: "Master Gu is a noble man, but Guangling Sect has failed..."
"No!" Gu Pinglin saw his intention and stopped him sternly.
Zhou Qiu had stopped playing the piano and looked dejectedly at Master Wei Feng. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Gu Pinglin. He was stunned and did not react for a moment.
A strange "Haha" sound was heard in the air, as if thousands of people were laughing.
A burst of blood energy attacked Zhou Qiu!
Gu Pinglin was unable to stop it, thinking that it was not good. If Master Wei Feng had not come, the Demon Realm might have let everyone go. Since he came in person, he must win beautifully. Demon cultivators do not keep their word, so it is inevitable that they will go back on their words.
The sound of the piano stopped, the Fuxi Formation stopped working, and the timing of Master Wei Feng's sneak attack was just right, and no one could react.
Zhou Qiu was experienced, and he subconsciously plucked the strings of the zither, sending out three sword energies to block. However, the gap in cultivation was too great, and he was knocked down on the spot.
“Master!”
"Hold your position!" Zhou Qiu knew something was wrong, so he pushed Nie Yu away and flew towards the center of the formation.
"Kill!" Master Wei Feng ordered.
The eight elders and the Taoist supervisors obeyed the order and held their positions, but there was no one at the center of the formation. How could Master Weifeng restart the Fuxi formation? A wisp of bloody wind blew towards Zhou Qiu again. A single thought was enough to cost everyone's life. Zhou Qiu was filled with remorse and his eyes were red. He rushed towards the bloody wind regardless of anything!
"Mountain Master!"
“Master!”
"Senior Brother Feng!"
A white shadow flew over from the sky, knocked Zhou Qiu away, and faced the bloody wind.
It was Feng Ying.
Feng Ying was Zhou Qiu's most valued disciple and was trained to be the next mountain master. He had the deepest feelings for Zhou Qiu. He hurried over when he received the news from Zhou Caiqin, and seeing that Zhou Qiu was in danger, how could he sit idly by.
It turns out that he died here in his previous life.
Gu Pinglin couldn't bear it, but the incident happened suddenly and no one could rescue him in time. Zhou Qiu was in great grief and cried out: "My disciple—"
"Junior brother!" Yan Han rushed towards him.
At the critical moment, the bloody wind suddenly stopped, as if it had solidified in mid-air for a moment.
This moment was enough for Feng Ying, and he quickly moved sideways to avoid it.
Master Wei Feng said "Huh".
Yan Han and Zhou Caiqin arrived one after another. Yan Han pulled Feng Ying aside and asked, "How are you?"
Zhou Qiu took the opportunity to return to the center of the formation, and the Fuxi formation was reopened. He turned around and yelled at the two men: "What are you doing back here? Don't dirty the mountain gate by standing there. Get out of here!"
Zhou Caiqin said anxiously: "Dad, Senior Brother just saved you, and you still..."
"I don't need him to save me!" Zhou Qiu said coldly.
Feng Ying pulled Zhou Caiqin and Nie Yu apart and said respectfully, "When Guangling Sect is free, we will leave immediately. No matter what the mountain master says, we will not leave."
Although he has a gentle appearance, his words are powerful. He abandoned his disciple and risked his life to come back to save his master. No matter how much people despised his relationship with Yan Han, they were speechless at this moment.
Zhou Qiu knew his disciple’s temperament, so he sighed and said nothing more.
The Guangling disciples were overjoyed. Yan Han and Feng Ying were highly regarded in the past, so they must have learned the sect's protective formation. With them taking turns to replace the sect's protective formation, the sect would be able to hold out for a few more days.
"Someone is coming!" a Danmen master shouted.
In the distance, a large group of people came flying on swords. The one leading them was full of pride and stepped on a magic sword. He was Yang Zhao, the direct disciple of Yu Wuxue, the head of Feijian Palace. Behind him stood a woman who looked exactly like Zhou Caiqin. She was Zhou Qiu's eldest daughter, Zhou Caige.
"Father!" Zhou Caige shouted, "The brothers from Feijian Palace and Guiling Sect are here!"
It turned out that the people from Feijian Palace and Guiling Sect were out on a mission, and Zhou Caige and a group of low-level disciples fled for help and met them halfway. The leader of Feijian Palace happened to be Yang Zhao, who agreed immediately after hearing the reason. As a big sect, Guiling Sect naturally couldn't fall behind, and because they arrived halfway, they arrived much earlier.
Yang Zhao cupped his hands towards Zhou Qiu and said proudly, "Master Zhou, don't worry. We will make sure Guangling Sect is safe."
Zhou Qiu hurriedly said, "Thank you for your help just now, nephew."
Yang Zhao was stunned: "Just now?"
"Not you?" Zhou Qiu was surprised.
The red clouds in the sky slowly floated, and the shadow of Master Wei Feng loomed. The strange voice also became lowered: "It's you."
"Unfortunately, I have taken on a business deal recently. I hope you will forgive me." Qingyue's voice was magnetic, gentle and polite.
Suddenly, chirping sounds were heard all around.
The sound of a sword.
All swords.
Whether it was the sword cultivators from the Guangling School or the sword cultivators from the Demon Realm, they all found that their spirit swords had unexpectedly become visible uncontrollably, emitting low humming sounds.
Hundreds of spiritual swords roared at the same time!
The air currents in the nearby air seemed to be twisted and split into clear swords. People standing in them seemed to be cut into pieces at any time.
A man in white appeared in the center of the Qi sword.
As if stepping out from the void, the tall and slender figure gradually became clear, with slanted eyebrows, narrow eyes, a high nose, half-curved lips, a white cloak inlaid with spirit fox fur, a belt embroidered with golden peonies, and a gorgeous spirit sword at the waist, with a gorgeous purple jade inlaid on the silver-white sword guard.
With a smile on his face and a leisurely pace, he looks like a young man from a wealthy family traveling, or an elegant hermit living in seclusion in the mountains.
The sound of the sword became louder.