The thunder subsided, revealing the figure of a woman.
The heavy ax spun lightly in her hands and was carried on her shoulders carelessly.
Huo Xiumao managed to raise his head to look at the woman, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "Senior Sister Yu! I cough, cough, cough!"
Because he was so excited, he couldn't help but cough violently before his breath had calmed down.
Yu Xian glanced at him and said casually: "You are lucky. Are you injured? If not, hurry up and put those two children to bed."
The two young children were so frightened by the unexpected incident that they cried loudly. Huo Xiumao quickly took them into his arms and patiently comforted them.
Yu Xian looked into the distance and said depressedly: "I can't do this alone... Tsk, it's troublesome."
With a helpless sigh, she flew up into the air and said loudly: "There is an enemy invasion. The outer disciples should take care of themselves, and the direct disciples should protect the ordinary people. Hold on to me!"
The spiritual power carried her voice far and wide, echoing endlessly in the inheritance land.
After saying that, Yu Xian turned into lightning and flew away, leaving behind a fragment of the magic weapon and two halves of corpses.
…
"Is there an enemy invasion?"
Shu Pinghui stopped catching the water polo and looked in the direction of the sound.
Not far away opposite her, Lan Chucui also put away the lotus shadows everywhere, raised her chin slightly, and frowned.
"How holy is he, he actually dares to attack Taichu Temple."
Shu Pinghui said to himself with curiosity flashing in his eyes.
She glanced at the water balls jumping everywhere on the ground, then looked at Lan Chucui opposite, rolled her eyes and curled her lips.
"Instead of fighting for water balloons with you here, I'd rather try out my new technique."
After the words fell, she decisively picked up the magic weapon and left.
A thoughtful look flashed across Lan Chucui's eyes, and then she left with the weapon as well.
…
The outer disciples scattered throughout the inheritance land had different reactions after hearing the order issued by Yu Xian.
Some people quickly looked for companions to avoid being left alone and were robbed; some cast spells to conceal their existence to prevent being discovered by the enemy; others used all their means to deploy heavy defenses.
Others, with different purposes in mind, actively seek out incoming enemies.
…
Outside the inheritance place, a gentle man sat high in the air.
There was a small bottle hanging upside down in front of him, with thick black liquid dripping from the bottle's mouth.
The liquid continued to disappear during the falling process. In contrast, the blockade outside the inheritance place became more and more tight and solid.
The man's spiritual consciousness swept across the inheritance land unscrupulously. He looked a little complicated and murmured: "The big sect is so enviable, haha..."
"Why did you seal this place?"
A sudden voice interrupted the man's emotion.
The man was startled and immediately found a woman standing in front of him.
"You... are in the foundation building stage?!"
The man was in disbelief and immediately denied: "It's impossible. Who are you?"
Jing Yingrong said: "I am an outer disciple of Taichu Temple."
There was a hint of coldness on the man's elegant face: "Outer disciple? Are you joking?"
"I'm not kidding." Jing Yingrong showed his sect token.
Then, she repeated the question: "Why did you seal this place?"
The man stared at Jing Yingrong's token for a long time, and then looked away. A gentle smile appeared on his face again, and he said gently and politely: "The purpose is not enough to communicate with outsiders. If nothing happens, please leave." Bar."
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Jing Yingrong released his spiritual consciousness as vast as the sea for the first time in a long time.
She instantly grasped all the situations in the inheritance land.
"Why are you robbing a young child?" she asked.
The man still maintained a gentle expression and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you. You'd better not ask anymore."
Jing Yingrong shook his head: "I am a disciple of Taichu Guan, so it should be related to me."
The man smiled coldly: "Oh? So you want to meddle in other people's business?"
"Um."
"In that case, please enlighten me!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, he raised his hand and held out a black inkstone.
The black inkstone grew larger in the wind, and in an instant, the surrounding space was dyed deep black, and the sky and the earth looked like an abyss.
The man chuckled and said, "So that your Excellency can understand clearly, I will give you my name, Luan Mo."
When Venerable Luan Mo saw his face reflected in the mirror, he did not use any means of resistance. It was as if he had foreseen the scene of the other party being swallowed up by the deep black and his body turning into ink. The wariness and scruples in his eyes completely faded away.
But soon, his smile froze on his face.
In that endless dark world, the reflection in the mirror became the only source of light.
She stood there, as if even the darkness was glowing.
Jing Yingrong stretched out a finger and poked it to the side, and a drop of thick ink was stained on the fingertip.
She looked at the thick ink with some curiosity for a moment, then twirled her fingers, and the thick ink disappeared.
Venerable Luan Mo was shocked when he saw this scene.
"You! Who are you?! The news clearly did not say that the great power of Taichu Guan will be here!"
Jing Yingrong did not answer. She said calmly: "I wanted to drive you away, but if you intend to kill me, then I will kill you."
…
An injured Taichu Guan disciple was chasing after a Nascent Soul monk.
"Don't run! Stop! Put the child down!"
The direct disciple roared, completely ignoring that his wound was still bleeding.
The Nascent Soul monk in front spat, and cursed: "Keep chasing, keep chasing! Dog-skin plaster!"
He was holding a young child in his hand. The young child had already passed out, but his body was fine.
It was with this young child in hand that he in the early stage of Yuanying was able to injure his disciples in the later stage of Yuanying.
He used children as human shields, forcing his direct disciples to restrain themselves and not dare to attack him with all their strength, but he was able to attack them with all their might.
It's just that the monk didn't expect that his direct disciple would be so tenacious and pursue him so closely.
Sensing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, the monk turned around and released a spell. The direct disciple wanted to block it, but he was worried that the aftermath of the spiritual collision would hurt the young child, so he had to avoid it.
This time he hid, the distance became even further.
"asshole!"
The direct disciple cursed, sweating profusely.
In his anxiety, he suddenly saw a figure appearing in the distance in front of him. At that moment, he didn't care whether the other person was a friend or an enemy or what his level of cultivation was. He shouted in a panic, "Stop him quickly!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator also saw the figure. After realizing that the other person only had the cultivation level of Jindan, he snorted coldly and said: "Don't block the way!"
As he spoke, he casually released a spell and threw it at the man. A blow containing Nascent Soul cultivation would be seriously injured if an ordinary Jindan cultivator encountered it.
However, the other party refused to dodge, and quickly pulled out a long sword with bright golden light. At the tip of the long sword, a little red flame ignited, and the golden light in the center of the flame loomed.
The red flame suddenly grew in size and turned into a red fireball shining with golden light.
It's like the sun sets on the tip of the sword.
