The crowd made a mess and hurriedly helped Master Daoxuan into the Yuqing Palace, but at this moment, the Yuqing Palace was already dilapidated, more than half of the original majestic building had collapsed at this moment, and there were broken stones and broken trees everywhere.
Tian Buyi and others asked the young disciples to quickly sort out an open space, dragged a chair from the side, and let Master Daoxuan sit down. All the elders in the surroundings had some miraculous medicines on their bodies, and it was too late to take them out, wishing Daoxuan could swallow them all at once.
After a while, Daoxuan moved his body, let out a long sigh, and slowly woke up.
Tian Buyi and the others looked at Master Daoxuan's face, which was so pale that it was almost bloodless, especially the wound on the abdomen. The blood stains that had solidified had grown several times at some point, and almost blackened the entire hem of the Daoist robe. Everyone couldn't help but feel worried color.
Reverend Daoxuan was obviously seriously injured, after waking up, he couldn't even speak immediately. Tian Buyi quickly gave him three pills of the rhubarb pill that he refined carefully, and after a while, the medicine took effect, and Master Daoxuan's complexion improved a bit.
At this time, the surrounding elders and disciples all gathered around, Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi and others also rushed here, seeing that the real sect master was so seriously injured, they couldn't help turning pale.
After a while, Song Daren, Qi Hao and others rushed back.
Reverend Daoxuan regained his energy a bit, opened his eyes, saw that Tian Buyi and others were all looking at him worriedly, he forced a laugh, and said: "I can hold on, it's okay."
Only then did Tian Buyi and the others breathe a sigh of relief. Some of them remembered the legendary ancient sword Zhu Xian, but saw that Master Daoxuan's hands were empty, and there was no sign of Zhu Xian, and the spirit beast Shui Qilin had not returned outside the Yuqing Palace. In the clear water pool, it was lying there, but there was no shadow of Zhu Xian's ancient sword near it.
Reverend Daoxuan looked around slowly, his face changed slightly, he saw that the people in Qingyun Sect standing around were almost less than half, he said in surprise: "After I left just now, how about the casualties here?"
Tian Buyi, who was standing closest to him, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you should heal your injuries first..."
Daoxuan cut him off: "Say it quickly!"
Tian Buyi choked for a moment, turned around and looked around, as if he wanted to confirm again, and then whispered the casualties to Daoxuan.
In this battle, Qingyunmen really suffered heavy casualties. Under the siege of the demon sect, 14 of the 25 elders died in battle, and 4 or 5 were seriously injured. They were the head of the Qimai. In addition to the master Daoxuan, Taoist Cangsong of Longshoufeng betrayed, Shang Zhengliang, the first head of Chaoyang Peak, and Taoist Tianyun, the first head of Luoxia Peak, died unfortunately. The remaining Tian Buyi and Zeng Shuchang, the first head of Fenghui Peak, were also full of fatigue and scars. Master Si Puhong and the others were fine.
Reverend Daoxuan swayed, but he couldn't hold it any longer. Qingyunmen's proud strength in the past was almost completely lost in this battle.
Tian Buyi also had grief and indignation on his face, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, the head of the sect, we must avenge such a bloody enmity, but right now your health is important, so you must not be too sad."
Daoxuan let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and said, "I, Daoxuan, am sorry for the ancestors of Qingyunmen!"
His tone was desolate, with indescribable pain, everyone heard it, and fell silent for a moment.
At this time, on the nearby ruins, a piece of wood suddenly fell down with a plop, and a head poked out from the corner of the ruins. Everyone was startled, and when they looked closely, they couldn't help being startled. This person was actually the one who had gone mad. Uncle Wang who has been with me for many years. I don't know when he ran into this Yuqing Palace, and he didn't know where to hide during the earth-shattering battle just now, but he just crawled out this time, covered in dust and disheveled, but look at his expression , but it didn't seem to be very scared, and he smirked endlessly.
At this time Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu who were standing aside walked over at the same time, after all they had a very close relationship with Second Uncle Wang. Lin Jingyu pulled him aside and checked him. As expected, apart from a few bruises, his body was safe and sound, but this luck was better than countless Qingyun sect members whose Taoism was thousands of times higher than his.
The two heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other with a look of luck in their eyes. Zhang Xiaofan's mood has calmed down a little at this moment, as if the ferocious aura in his body has gradually calmed down with the departure of Taoist Cangsong, especially the fight with the man in black from the Demon Cult just now in the back mountain.
Thinking of this, he seemed to think of something, and looked to the other side involuntarily. I saw Lu Xueqi, who had witnessed his ferocious appearance just now, stood there silently with her face sinking like water, and she didn't know what was going on in her heart
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The members of the Demon Sect fought desperately to open a bloody path, rushed out of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation launched by Master Daoxuan, and fled down Tongtian Peak.
At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the Ghost King calmed down first, and kept yelling to stop the people who were still in shock. At present, the four major factions recounted their personnel, and after a while, the Ghost King, Poison God, Yuyangzi and Sanmiao Fairy came together, looking at each other silently.
Qingyun Sect was seriously injured, and the Demon Cult was not having a good time.
Since the defeat of the Demon Cult a hundred years ago, all members of the Demon Cult have worked hard to govern these years. Today, the combined strength of the Demon Cult's four major sects has surpassed any of the three major sects of the Righteous Way. Unexpectedly, in today's battle, let alone Daoxuan Daoxuan launched the Jade Immortal Sword Formation, first in the Yuqing Palace, more than a dozen people died together with the elders of the Qingyun Sect, and after that, more than a dozen people died under the Jade Immortal Sword Formation However, many of the four major sects had casualties and suffered great losses.
At this moment, Taoist Cangsong came over to stand with them because of his special status.
Yuyangzi was arrogant, and he was angry at the casualties under the door. He gave him a cold look, turned his head and walked away, not giving him any face.
Taoist Cangsong's face changed slightly, but the ghost king's palace is quite deep, and his self-cultivation is not bad, so he actually smiled and said: "Brother Cangsong, the strength of your Qingyun sect is really unfathomable, and there are ghosts and gods in this Zhuxian sword formation." Powerful, powerful, powerful!"
Taoist Cangsong shook his head, and said to the Ghost King, "Sect Master Ghost King, I'm afraid you don't know that the Immortal Jade Formation just now has only exerted half its power."
"What?" Fairy Sanmiao who was standing next to her cried out, Taoist Cangsong glanced at her, and suddenly his mind was shaken. I saw that beautiful woman with frosty skin. During the battle just now, I saw her face expressionless and fierce, but looking at it now, I suddenly found that under that frosty expression, there was even a hint of coquettishness, which was alluring. I was stunned to see it.
"Ahem!"
The God of Poison coughed twice at the side, Taoist Cangsong had practiced Taoism for many years after all, he suddenly woke up, and realized that this Fairy Sanmiao, as the suzerain of the Acacia Sect, really possesses seductive skills without showing any traces, she is by no means comparable to ordinary beauties.
At the moment he didn't dare to look at Fairy Sanmiao, he just said: "Although I haven't seen Zhu Xian sword formation before, but Qingyunmen's classics have recorded that when Patriarch Qingye was in full bloom, he was with the Demon Sect... um, with the Demon Sect... When the Holy Religion fought against each other, they unleashed the Immortal Execution Sword Formation. Except for the huge seven-color main sword that spanned the sky, the other six-color Qi swords were all arranged in order according to the six mountain peaks, and the range was so wide that the entire Qingyun Mountain Surrounded by all the mountains, and the rain of swords is so powerful that we can barely resist it today!"
The Ghost King was silent for a moment, heaved a sigh, and sighed: "You Patriarch Qingye, you are really amazing!"
The Poison God frowned, and said: "That is to say, the Zhuxian Sword Formation is so powerful that we might not be able to crack it in our lifetime?"
The ghost king shook his head, but smiled and said, "I don't think so."
Poison God and others looked over together, and said, "What, Brother Ghost King, what do you think?"
The ghost king said indifferently: "Judging from today's battle, although a Daoxuan can master the ancient sword of Zhuxian and activate the Zhuxian sword formation, it is obviously reluctant, and the power of the Zhuxian sword formation is greatly reduced. Second, the power of the Zhuxian sword formation is so huge. How can it be taken lightly to consume essence and spiritual power? I guess Daoxuan will surely relapse from his old injuries at this moment, even if he does not die, he will lose half his life!"
"That's right!" The voice of agreement was not from Du Shen and the others, but from Yuyangzi who came back again, and after hearing these words, he couldn't help but say it.
Poison God looked at the Ghost King with old eyes, his face suddenly changed, and said: "Brother Ghost King, do you want to..."
The Ghost King said decisively: "That's right, I just want to return to Qingyun! At this moment, it is the most vulnerable moment in Qingyun sect since Qingye, if we don't take advantage of this to get rid of the serious troubles in our hearts, when will we wait?" What’s more, Qing Yunmen never expected that we had just rushed out of the dead zone, and dared to fight back again, it was a surprise, and we would definitely win a big victory!”
The people in the Demon Cult around them all became dumb for a moment, even the old immortals like the Poison God, who had seen countless worlds, were also shocked by what the Ghost King said.
The ghost king looked around and said excitedly: "Today is a very good time for the century-old shame of our holy religion. You all made a solemn oath with me in front of the throne of the Holy Mother. Why don't you fight hard today?"
People in the Demon Cult looked at each other in blank dismay. Naturally, these people are not cowardly and cowardly, but just a moment ago, they just escaped their lives on Qingyun Mountain, and now they are going to return to the mountain in the blink of an eye. It is unacceptable.
After a while, no one responded.
The ghost king's face gradually turned ugly, and finally he shook his head and sighed: "Great opportunity, wait... alas!" After finishing speaking, he sighed, looking disheartened all over his face, and walked slowly back to where his ghost king's sect was.
Qinglong, Youji and others came up to meet him, Qinglong was about to say something, the ghost king smiled wryly, and said in a low voice: "We are not satisfied with schemes, we are not satisfied with schemes!"
After finishing speaking, he sighed and said: "Forget it, we will talk about it later, that's all for today, let's go back to the mountain... Well, where is Baguio?"
As soon as these words came out, both Qinglong and You Ji shook their bodies. You Ji's face was covered with a black veil, so she couldn't see her expression, but when she heard the voice, she was obviously shocked, and said in shock: "At that time in the Palace of Yuqing, We fought with Qing Yunmen, Baguio told the two of us to go to find you, could it be..."
The ghost king's face changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "I haven't seen her since I went up the mountain."
Qinglong lost his voice: "Could it be that she is still on Qingyun Mountain?"
On the ghost king's forehead, beads of sweat appeared for a moment, and then he said decisively: "Yao'er is my dear flesh and blood, I must not abandon it, I will go to Qingyun Mountain."
Qinglong anxiously said: "Sovereign, absolutely not, this, this, this is really..."
The ghost king's eyes flashed quickly, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly turned around, and said loudly to the poison god and other members of the Demon Cult: "Everyone, I have made up my mind, for the centuries-old shame of my Holy Cult, my Ghost King Zong would rather be smashed to pieces, We must also be worthy of the Holy Mother Ming King. At this moment, the Qingyun Sect is dead and injured, and the old thief Daoxuan, the head of the sect, is even more seriously injured and near death. , is the protection of the Holy Mother Ming King; if we are outnumbered, let me die on the top of Qingyun Mountain, and in the future, I will pay homage to the Holy Mother Ming King under the Yellow Springs, and I should have a clear conscience!"
After all, the Ghost King didn't even look at the crowd, he flew up first, and really headed towards Qingyun Mountain. Qinglong and Youji glanced at each other, and immediately followed closely, and then the disciples of the Ghost King Sect followed without saying a word, leaving only the stunned Poison God and other members of the Demon Sect standing there dumbfounded.
After a long while, Poison God and the others came back to their senses, but before they could speak, they could only hear the voices of the demon sect disciples gradually making noise behind them. Poison God and the others secretly groaned in their hearts, and when they turned around, they saw that most of the disciples of the Demon Sect had angry expressions on their faces.
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On Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain, a heavy atmosphere was shrouded at the moment, a group of people waited around Reverend Daoxuan, comforting something in a low voice.
Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan stood aside, arranging Second Uncle Wang's clothes and dusting off his body. Second Uncle Wang also seemed to have a little impression of the two of them, standing there motionless, letting them manipulate, but only looking at the water unicorn outside, hehe giggled.
Looking at his appearance, Zhang Xiaofan felt sore in his heart, couldn't help but think of the old things from that year, sighed, Lin Jingyu heard it, touched his heart, empathized with him, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder.
The two looked at each other, and they both saw the sadness in each other's eyes, and they were speechless for a moment.
At this time, Master Pu Hong and others who were escorted to a safe place by Master Shuiyue just now were also sent back by Shuiyue. But seeing Master Puhong's complexion at this moment, it is much better than the paleness just now, and Zhou Yin's Liren Cone is powerful, but it is still much worse than Master Puhong's Dafan Prajna.
During this period of time, Master Pu Hong has already gradually forced most of the Li Ren Cone's strange stabbing energy out of his body. But even so, Master Puhong still looked very weak, someone moved a chair beside him soon, Master Puhong sat beside Master Daoxuan with the support of Faxiang and Pukong.
Master Puhong panted a few times, looked around, but saw blood flowing into rivers, dead people and dilapidated palaces everywhere, he sighed, and chant: "Amitabha!"
Reverend Daoxuan nodded slightly to Master Puhong, smiled wryly, and said, "How is Master's injury?"
Master Puhong shook his head, and said: "The old monk will not die, but the head master must take care of himself!"
Reverend Daoxuan shook his head and sighed, looked into the distance, suddenly landed on Zhang Xiaofan who was standing outside, as if he remembered something, turned to Tian Buyi and said: "Junior Brother Tian, ask your apprentice Zhang Xiaofan to come here."
Tian Buyi's expression changed, but he didn't dare to disobey his orders, so he had to turn around and said, "Lao Qi, come here, the Master Master has something to say to you."
Everyone was surprised for a moment, especially the disciples of Dazhu Peak. Zhang Xiaofan was shocked even more, but the teacher's orders are hard to disobey, so he had to bite the bullet and walk over.
After a while, the crowd dispersed into an open space, Zhang Xiaofan stood alone in front of Daoxuan Daoxuan, and said in a low voice: "Master."
Reverend Daoxuan looked at him for a while, then said in a low voice: "Are you still unwilling to reveal your secret?"
Zhang Xiaofan was shocked, he felt that everyone around him focused on him, some of them were concerned, some were contemptuous, but most of them were doubts!
Reverend Daoxuan sighed, and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaofan, after you entered my Qingyun sect, will our Qingyun sect treat you badly?"
Zhang Xiaofan immediately shook his head, said: "Sect Master, no, there is no such thing. Master and wife are very kind to me..." When he said this, Tian Buyi visibly trembled, his face was extremely complicated.
"But," Zhang Xiaofan's face was extremely painful, two thoughts kept fighting in his mind, and said: "But, this disciple really has unavoidable difficulties, I, I can't..."
"explain!"
Suddenly there was a loud roar, the sound moved the audience, like thunder, and everyone was startled. Zhang Xiaofan involuntarily took a step back, looked at that person, suddenly startled.
The person who uttered this roar was not Qingyun, but Pukong, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple. Among the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, Pukong ranks the lowest, but has the most violent temper. When he was young, he subdued demons and killed countless evildoers with the Buddhist treasure "Golden Buddha Bowl". Later, as he got older and realized the meaning of Buddhism, he gradually lived in seclusion in Tianyin Temple.
Today's Qingyun bloody battle, the general public is killing people, fighting the devil with a Buddhist way that is unpredictable. Zhang Xiaofan and others were startled.
This time, the people of Tianyin Temple came to Qingyun Mountain with the intention of provoking their master and inquiring about their sins. Tianyin Temple's supreme true Dharma "Dafan Prajna", which has never been passed on to the outside world, will be learned by a young disciple of Qingyunmen. How can this be achieved? At this moment Pukong saw Zhang Xiaofan hesitating, he was annoyed in his heart, coupled with the fact that the precept of killing has been activated today, he was indescribably upset, he couldn't help but let out a Buddhist lion roar!
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a while by his thunderous voice, before he recovered, Second Uncle Wang, who was standing with Lin Jingyu at the back and looking at the water unicorn with a smirk, was startled, turned his head to look here.
A ferocious monk, covered in blood, staring at Zhang Xiaofan angrily, like a ghost who wants to eat people!
There was an instant silence in the Yuqing Hall.
"ah-"
Suddenly, a heart-piercing scream rang out from the dilapidated Yuqing Palace.
Uncle Wang's face was bloodless, his whole face was pale, his whole body trembled, he pointed at Pukong tremblingly, and screamed: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! Ghost..."
The voice was so shrill, even though it was daylight, everyone in the hall felt a chill at the same time.
Even Pukong, who was still furious just now, was startled by Second Uncle Wang at this moment, messed up, and hurriedly defended a little unclearly: "You, what are you talking about, what the hell am I?"
But Second Uncle Wang seemed to be possessed by a demon, he was trembling desperately, Lin Jingyu next to him tried his best to comfort him, but it didn't work at all. I saw him shrinking back slowly, he didn't dare to look at Pukong again, his eyes were closed tightly, apparently extremely frightened, he kept saying: "Ghost! Ghost! He killed someone—don't kill me, Don't kill me, me, me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Suddenly, a haze enveloped the place silently, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's bodies stiffened at the same time, especially Zhang Xiaofan, in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a faint red light.
Pukong was stared at by everyone, he was furious, and said angrily: "I don't recognize this person at all, what are you looking at?"
Lin Jingyu slowly let go of Second Uncle Wang's hand, and walked to Zhang Xiaofan's side, without looking at him, he knew that Zhang Xiaofan was just like him, trying to control himself, but the heavy breathing had already revealed their inner feelings. Excited!
"He, why, what, what, said, yes, you?" Lin Jingyu asked slowly, word by word. His complexion is as terrifying as Zhang Xiaofan's, the difference is that while his eyes are full of hatred, he is still sober.
Pukong said angrily, "How would I know? He's just a lunatic!"
Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu changed color at the same time, most people in Qingyun Sect also looked sideways and frowned. But at this moment, the Buddha's name suddenly sounded, and Master Puhong, who was sitting behind Pukong, suddenly spoke in a painful tone, and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, if you plant evil, you will reap evil fruit. Sin, sin!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent in an instant, and Pukong's body was like a piece of wood. After a long while, he slowly turned to face Master Puhong, and said in a shy voice, "Senior brother, what did you say?"
Master Pu Hong's face was pale, and he didn't know whether it was a physical injury or guilt in his heart, but he closed his eyes and lowered his brows, and said in a low voice for a long while: "Faxiang."
Ever since Second Uncle Wang suddenly fell ill, Faxiang, who had always looked ugly and pale, shook his body and said, "The disciple is here."
Master Pu Hong said slowly: "There is no need to hide it, you can tell them! Junior brother did something wrong back then, and today we must not wrong this benefactor Zhang again."
There was a bang in Zhang Xiaofan's mind, there was a faint whistling voice, as if scratching at his heart.
Fa Xiang walked forward slowly, looked at countless astonished faces, then landed on Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan in the field, and finally stopped on Zhang Xiaofan.
"Back then, it was our people from Tianyin Temple who killed the entire village of Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain!"
"What!"
In an instant, countless voices of horror, shock, disbelief, and anger erupted in the Yuqing Hall of Qingyun Mountain like an explosion. Even Daoxuan Daoxuan, Tian Buyi and other well-cultivated masters couldn't help but change their faces. , and Lin Jingyu pulled out the Dragon Slaying Sword, and the green light rippled.
Only Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly sank so slowly, so deep, so deep, and then, the long-familiar cold feeling, deep bloody hostility, enveloped him!