The fairy mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, making it particularly peaceful.
The people from Tianjue Sect fled, and the mountain gate of Lingjian Sect was suddenly mostly empty.
Crisis resolved.
Xu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back.
"Uncle Master! Why did you let those bastards go!" A girl in red suddenly opened her arms and blocked the front.
Xu Yue frowned slightly, but before he could speak, Pang Zhuo on the side hurriedly explained: "Uncle Master, this is my new disciple, Qin Yun."
Xu Yue regained his smile, nodded and said: "Times have changed, and Xiao Zhuo, you have also begun to accept disciples."
"Not as brave as my uncle!" Pang Zhuo hurriedly laughed, then glared at Qin Yun and lectured: "Yun'er, why are you talking to your uncle! Apologize!"
Qin Yun curled his lips and bowed unconvinced: "Yun'er is rude, don't blame me, uncle."
Xu Yue didn't care. After waving his hand, he walked to the center of the crowd.
In an instant, many Lingjian Sect monks came forward one after another, all of whom were fellow disciples who had crossed paths with Xu Yue a hundred years ago.
"Uncle Xu, you're polite!"
"Each other."
"Uncle Xu, we haven't seen you for a hundred years, how are you?"
"Very good, very good."
"Greetings to Uncle Xu! Ah Xin, come and greet me!"
"Oh? Why are your breasts so exaggerated?"
"...Uncle Xu, a hundred years ago, my beloved daughter was still young."
"That's it...I'm so rude and disrespectful!"
Kind greetings came from all around, and Xu Yue nodded in greeting one by one.
Then, he looked at the steps of the mountain gate in the distance, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Little table, go help all those old guys and injured disciples back."
"Ah? But later..." Pang Zhuo looked to the east, hesitating.
Xu Yue knew what he was going to say and explained: "It's enough for me to be here. They are a group of old, sick and disabled people. If they stay here, there will be more troubles."
"Then... okay, uncle, why don't you go over and reminisce about old times?" Pang Zhuo pointed to the group of old men.
Xu Yue shook his head and said: "There will be plenty of time in the future. Go quickly and come back after settling them down. I still have things to do for you."
"As you command!"
Pang Zhuo agreed, and then took a group of disciples to take care of the wounded.
Xu Yue thought for a while, then walked towards Lin Yi, who was paralyzed on the ground, and asked, "Can you still move the little chair?"
Lin Yi immediately wanted to struggle to get up, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, do you have any instructions?"
"Okay, okay, just rest." Xu Yue hurriedly tried to dissuade him, then looked around again, wondering: "Hey, where are the small board and small stool? Why can't I see them?"
Hearing this, Lin Yi also showed some nostalgia and said softly: "Reporting to Senior Uncle, less than ten years after you left, Junior Brother Sun Deng went out to travel and never came back. Junior Brother Liang Ban... also in forty years Sitting forward,"
"That's it...sigh." Xu Yue sighed, and then said to himself: "I think back then, the four of you, table, chair and bench, were inseparable. Unfortunately, it has been a hundred years since we first woke up from the dream, and things have changed."
Lin Yi also lowered his head slightly, unable to help but fall into memories.
After a while, Pang Zhuo and others came down from the mountain, and Xu Yue recovered from this inexplicable state.
"Uncle Master, all the wounded have been accommodated! The other leader has given orders. From now on, the Lingjian Sect is fully under your command!" Pang Zhuo looked excited, as if he had returned to his wild days.
Behind him, a group of young Spirit Sword Sect disciples also stood obediently, looking at this mysterious master-uncle with great curiosity.
Xu Yue nodded and looked around with a serious look on his face.
"Uncle, what are your orders?" Pang Zhuo asked expectantly.
Xu Yue pondered, then coughed twice, and said with some embarrassment: "What state are you in now?"
"Ah this..."
Pang Zhuo turned around and found that all the disciples were looking at him blankly, with more doubts in their eyes.
The realms of cultivation from bottom to top are: transformation from mortal, solid soul, Yuanxin, divided soul, condensed body, transformation into spirit...
Uncle Master, you are so powerful that you can't even sense the cultivation level of our group?
But Pang Zhuo didn't dare to say or ask, so he could only reply honestly: "Reporting to Uncle Master, currently all the disciples in the Mortal Transformation Realm have been sent down the mountain, mostly the disciples in the Solid Spirit Realm. In addition, Junior Brother Lin and I are in the Yuan Xin State. There are less than ten, as for the spirit-splitting realm..."
Pang Zhuo paused and did not continue, but Xu Yue already understood the situation.
All the older generation were seriously injured and lost their ability to fight. Currently, the strongest ones in the Lingjian Sect are actually Yuanxinjing monks like Pang Zhuolinyi.
No wonder Duan Xun, a mere Duan Xun of the Spiritual Realm, could block the mountain gate of Lingjian Sect and kill indiscriminately.
What's more, there are those Seven Heavenly Elders behind.
"Okay, I understand the situation." Xu Yue looked grim, indicating that the situation was not optimistic.
Seeing this, several of Pang Zhuo's more senior disciples lowered their heads, with a look of shame on their faces.
It's really embarrassing to be killed like this by others.
On the side, Xu Yue began to pace back and forth, seeming to be thinking about countermeasures.
A full half-quarter of an hour later, he returned to the front of the crowd again.
"I thought about it. Listen carefully." Xu Yue said in a deep voice.
Seeing how serious Xu Yue was, everyone naturally did not dare to neglect him. They stretched out their necks and listened with bated breath.
"The biggest problem now is not those Seven Heavenly Elders, but..." Xu Yue paused, a trace of worry flashed deep in his eyes.
Everyone caught this look and were shocked.
Could it be that besides the Seven Elders of Tianjue, are there any more powerful enemies?
A feeling of despair began to prevail.
"It's Duan Xun." Xu Yue said solemnly.
With a clang, Lin Yi lost control of his crutches and almost sat down.
Pang Zhuo's feet went weak, but fortunately Qin Yun on the side helped him, so he didn't fall.
"What?"
Everyone spoke in unison, very neatly.
Instead of worrying about the terrifying Qilao Tianjue, you are afraid of Duan Xun who was scared away?
"Uncle Master! What on earth are you thinking!" Qin Yun asked with a bitter face.
Xu Yue also felt a little embarrassed, and with a flash of inspiration, he explained nonchalantly: "I am afraid that after the battle with those seven people, my spiritual power will be exhausted and I will be unable to fight again, so I am worried about Duan Xun."
"That's it...Master uncle is wise!" All the disciples woke up one after another and realized that Xu Yue was clever.
Xu Yue's face turned red, and after coughing twice, he turned over his hand and took out a formation disk.
"Everyone obey orders!"
"The disciple is here!"
"After I finish setting up this formation, all disciples will join the formation. Disciples at Yuanxin level and above must remember that you have only one goal, and that is Duan Xun! Others, please feel free to do whatever you want."
"As you command!"
The disciples agreed, immediately dispersed, and began to recharge their batteries.
Lin Yi was still a little worried, so he limped to Xu Yue's side and asked, "Uncle Master, the Seven Elders of Tianjue are so powerful. Is there really no need to target him?"
"The Seventh Elder of Tianjue? The Seventh Elder of Punishment! I will kill as many as you come!"
Xu Yue squatted on the ground and began to fiddle with the formation disk in his hand. At the same time, he said: "By the way, little chair, you are injured. You don't need to join the formation later. Just follow me."
"This... okay." Lin Yi felt ashamed, and then asked doubtfully: "Uncle Master, what kind of formation are you doing?"
Xu Yue stopped, raised his head and grinned.
"Instant Prison Shadow Killing Formation!"
