"No need." He struggled to get up, but fell down weakly again.
"Quite strong." Jiu Hui sighed and dragged Nan Shu into the barrier. She saw the disciple of Shenji Sect showing his big teeth and smiling at her. He pointed at the purse on his waist and raised five fingers.
"Can it be cheaper?" The palm sect disciple had a bitter expression on his face. Most of the valuable things he had on him were given to Jiu Hui before the banquet. Now that he was asked to pay out another five thousand spirit stones, he felt really sad.
Jiu Hui turned her head and didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore.
"Five thousand is five thousand." The eldest disciple of the Zhang sect gritted his teeth, took off his purse and handed it to the edge of the barrier: "You let me in."
"Come in." Jiu Hui waved and put the top disciple of the Zhang Sect into the barrier, but she didn't tell him that she originally only planned to accept five hundred.
The top disciple of the Zhang Sect huddled in the corner of the barrier dejectedly, holding his empty purse to console himself that although spiritual stones are perishable, life is hard to come back.
"Fellow Taoist Nanshu, don't lie down, get up quickly, your master is preparing to catch turtles in the urn." Jiu Hui lifted a corner of the table curtain, lifted Nanshu's lapel, and pulled him to the front.
Nan Su raised his head and saw his master who had been poisoned. He waved his hand and lightly formed a barrier, locking all the people in the demon sect within the barrier.
"How do you know that my master is not poisoned?" Nan Suo asked Jiu Hui in a daze. Even he didn't notice it, so how could Jiu Hui guess it?
"Come here." Jiu Hui pointed at her head.
"Can you tell us in detail?" Tao Er took out a handful of melon seeds from his purse.
"You haven't guessed yet?" Jiu Hui took half of the melon seeds from Tao Er and said, "Then I'll tell you my guess."
Nan Su was silent, and the eldest disciple of the Zhang sect silently moved his buttocks to the middle.
"After I entered the Jiutian Sect, I discovered that the Jiutian Sect not only has a mountain-protecting formation, but also has mountain patrol disciples who guard the sect for twelve hours every day. These mountain patrol disciples are all at the level of alchemy or above, not to mention There are also more than a dozen elders with advanced cultivation standing in charge. Under such strict protection, how could so many people from the Demon Sect be allowed to sneak in? Unless half of the entire Jiutian Sect abandoned the light and turned to the dark side and became a member of the Demon Sect. Under the door."
"That is absolutely impossible." Nan Su said resolutely: "I, a disciple of Jiutian Sect, cultivate the path of benevolence and virtue. How can I associate with the devil's sect?"
Jiu Hui glanced at him and said, "I heard that Zongzong Yinji's real person..."
Nan Huan's always serious face almost couldn't hold back. He gritted his teeth and said: "There is no need to mention the old things again, not to mention that it was deliberately seduced by the demon sect's enchantress, with the intention of destroying the Taoist heart of the Yin-born master. What does it have to do with my master-uncle?" ?”
At this moment in the main hall, Mo Xiu was yelling at Yin Ji: "Yin Ji! You took advantage of the young age of our princess to seduce her, and then abandoned her. How can a hypocrite like you be called an immortal king? "
The demon sect's accusing words penetrated the entire hall and reached the barrier. Several people glanced at Nan Su silently, and even the chief disciple of Zhang Sect who was afraid of Jiutian Sect couldn't help but look up.
Nanshu: "..."
"Not only that, you also took advantage of the protector's love for the princess to lure him to Wenxian City to take his life. You hypocrites who are good at conspiracy and tricks, our demon sect will make you pay with blood!"
"What happened in the Immortal City was actually planned by your Jiutian Sect?" Tao Erchao gave Nan Su a thumbs up: "As expected of a large sect, the plan was really thorough."
Nan Suan's face turned red from holding it back: "This matter really has nothing to do with us!" This urgency affected his internal injuries, and he covered his chest and vomited out a few more mouthfuls of blood.
Zhiyou glanced at Jiu Hui, who smiled innocently. She just stabbed the demon sect protector in the waist with a butcher knife. What did other things have to do with her?
"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. We all believe that this matter must have nothing to do with your Jiutian Sect." Tao Er was afraid that if he continued speaking, Nan Su would vomit blood again, so he quickly said a few words to praise the Jiutian Sect.
After all, they are the chief disciples of the Jiutian Sect, and they cannot afford to offend him.
"Of course it is impossible for Jiutian Sect disciples to collude with the Demon Sect, so this grand ceremony is held as bait for the Demon Sect, and our guests are also chess pieces and bait to make up the numbers." Jiu Hui smiled half-heartedly: "With the smallest sacrifice, we can gain the greatest Buying Xianzun is a person who understands the interests of the people."
Nan Su did not answer, all his eyes fell on his most respected master.
The insults and accusations of the Demon Cult did not arouse any reaction from Bu Ting. He turned around and looked at the place on the altar where the Ganmu scroll was originally hung, and drew his sword and waved it.
With just one sword strike, countless demon sect disciples were reduced to ashes. The remaining members of the Demon Cult were so frightened that they retreated, only to find that they had been imprisoned in the barrier, unable to escape, and had no way to escape.
By this time, they still didn't understand what was going on.
"We've fallen into a trap!"
"Bu Ting, you are so cruel."
Bu Ting did not listen to the insults of these people. He walked down the steps with his sword in hand and swung the sword again. The number of insulting Demon Cult disciples was reduced by half.
The face of the Palace Master of the Longevity Palace was a bit ugly. She looked at Bu Ting, who showed no signs of poisoning, and immediately understood that Bu Ting might have known the devil's plan for a long time, but in order to catch all these people, he would rather let her disciples of the Longevity Palace do it. bait.
"Bu Ting, even if you kill all of us today, you still can't stop the divine punishment." The demon cultivator with the highest cultivation level covered his injured chest with a ferocious expression: "So what if the leader of the Nine Heavens Sect is a mortal after all."
"Heaven punishes the common people, and the demon world has no way to escape." Bu Ting used the third sword, and there were only three demon cultivators left alive in the entire hall. He stopped and looked down at the demon cultivator lying on the ground expressionlessly: "If you can earn a chance of survival, what's the harm in killing all the demons in the world?"
"Hahahahahahaha!" The demon cultivator vomiting blood seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke: "Do you think it is the devil or the devil that God wants to destroy? It is you people who God wants to destroy! What we in the demon world do, but It’s just following the great road and following destiny.”
"The evil words are confusing the crowd." Bu Ting pierced the demon cultivator's Dantian with his sword, stepped on the blood flowing from the demon cultivator, and walked to the last two demon cultivators.
The two demon cultivators looked pale, with blood soaking through their robes. Bu Ting looked indifferent: "Which one of you is the eldest prince of the demon clan?"
The two demon cultivators did not speak.
Bu Ting stopped asking and stabbed with his sword.
"Immortal Lord!" Yin Ji stopped the sword: "Why don't we leave their lives and ask the Demon Sect's next plan?"
"It's not difficult for you to know." Bu Ting put away his sword.
Seeing that his sword had been sheathed, Yin Ji felt slightly relieved.
Tao Er, who was huddled in the turtle shell barrier, said with a pale face: "The power of great power is so terrifying."
These advanced demon cultivators were unable to block Bu Xianzun's sword swing. The majestic sword energy spread across the hall, making him breathless.
The eldest disciple of the Zhang sect took the opportunity to nudge himself in front of Jiu Hui and asked, "Can the five thousand spirit stones..."
"Don't even think about it. It's a crime to think about it!" Jiu Hui covered her purse and hid behind Zhi You. Zhi You opened her arms in cooperation, blocking her tightly.
The palm sect disciple wanted to say something else, but a frightening scream suddenly erupted from the hall.
The two demon cultivators covered their heads and fell to the ground, and the wails from their mouths made everyone feel chilly.
"Qing... Soul-clearing Technique." The Palace Master of the Longevity Palace turned pale. This is a more cruel technique than the soul-searching technique. It can not only strip the soul from the body, but also absorb all the memories of the other party. The person who has been captured will The pain was so painful that life was worse than death. This technique is very dangerous and can easily be counterattacked. Almost no one dares to use this technique.
To this day, no one knows this technique, and I don’t know where Bu Ting learned it.
Condensing the ingested memories into a magic ball, Bu Ting handed the magic ball to Yin Ji: "Everything you want to know is inside."
Yin Ji looked at the demon sect's eldest prince, who was twitching and wailing in pain on the ground, and stretched out his hand to catch the magic ball with a pale face.
He knew that the eldest prince's life could not be saved.
"Disaster is coming. Tens of thousands of creatures are behind you. Don't let your children fall in love." Bu Ting no longer looked at the silver book, swung his sword to kill the last two demon cultivators, and ordered his disciples to come in and clean up the mess.
The demon cultivator's blood dyed the entire hall red. Bu Ting turned around and faced everyone: "Thank you very much for helping me kill these demons. I feel guilty for scaring everyone."
He took a step back, raised his hands and saluted solemnly.
Everyone was originally unhappy because of Bu Ting's concealment, but after seeing him with his extraordinary status and bending down to apologize to everyone, they felt flattered and hurriedly stood up to return the favor.
Since it is a plan against the Demon Cult, it is naturally difficult to let too many people know about it, not to mention that their lives are not in danger, so it would be narrow-minded to care about it.
The disciple of the Shenji Sect's sect squeezed his empty wallet and felt that five thousand spirit stones were spent unfairly. If he had known that there would be no danger, he would not have asked Jiu Hui to hide in this protective barrier.
He looked at Jiu Hui who was hiding behind Zhi You, but he dared not speak in anger.
The banquet ended in chaos, and everyone dispersed. Bu Ting stood alone in the empty hall. His eyes scanned all the tables and chairs little by little, and finally saw a small piece of ashes on the table in the corner.
Slowly walking to the table, he stretched out his hand.
Squeak.
The door of the palace was blown open by the wind, and Bu Ting watched as the wind picked up the ashes, swirled and danced in the air, and finally flew out of the palace. He chased after two steps, then stopped, waved his hand and closed the palace door. The empty hall gradually dimmed, until darkness engulfed Bu Ting.
The sun sets and night falls.
The moonlight is cold, and the Demon Suppression Prison under the moonlight is even more eerie and terrifying. There are no flowers, plants, and insects here, only the sound of copper bells ringing from time to time.
Qiuhua walked under the moonlight and came to the foot of the tower. The moonlight shone on her face. Her face was cold and white, and there was crazy determination in her dark eyes.
"Heaven-cutting sword!" She raised her sword and struck at the barrier.
"Sect Master Qiu."
She stopped swinging her sword and turned to look at the person.
Jiu Hui sat on a branch, shook her feet, and smiled brightly at Qiu Hua: "This tower not only suppresses a great demon that has been cultivated for thousands of years, but also countless demons that do evil. If they escape, , the lives of ordinary people within hundreds of miles will be at risk."
"When were you here?" Qiuhua didn't put away his sword.
"I'll be here after dark." Jiu Hui jumped off the tree, walked to Qiu Hua, looked up at the sky: "Look at the moonlight tonight."
Qiuhua looked up at the sky.
"What a beautiful moon." Jiu Hui put her hand on the barrier, and the barrier was filled with light. "Perhaps there are scholars chanting poems to the moon at this moment, children chasing and playing under the moon, and salesmen. Sect master, do you really have the patience to travel by moonlight?"
Qiuhua's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and she choked with sobs as she said, "Get away, or I'll 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 away from her hand.
"Don't worry, no one will notice us as long as I'm here." Jiu Hui pulled Qiu Hua and flew to the tree. The two of them sat side by side holding hands. They took out a large shark gauze dress and put it on them. The person 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 stretched out her hand to straighten the broken hair on Qiu Hua's temples, and took out the golden hairpin. In her bun.
In the darkness, the footsteps were getting closer.
