Master Tai Chi took back the black and white Tai Chi sword, swept the gray Taoist robe, and all the disciples of the Tianyi Sect underground fell on a Tai Chi Liangyi diagram.

"After the affairs in Tianmo Palace are over, if Taoist Fellow Fu Cang has some free time, why not think about how to appease fellow Taoists from Shanhai Academy. It's time for us to return to the sect and report."

When Lin Qi heard this, she suddenly realized.

She said that the ancestor just came to heaven and earth to cross the immortal spring, how could he know so many things?

I bet she accepted the sect's mission and came to help Venerable Jin'an take people back.

There really aren't so many coincidences in the world.

After being reminded by Master Tai Chi, Master Fu Cang finally remembered Shanhai Academy where his disciples almost died.

As soon as his eyes turned, the old academic venerable from Shanhai Academy had already boarded an open book with the only two remaining Miaomiao, and was about to leave.

Seeing his gaze coming over, the old scholar puffed his beard and glared at him, obviously filled with hatred.

I'm afraid I'm going to go back and file a complaint.

Fu Cang: "..."

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

Venerable Fu Cang raised his hand and shouted to the old scholar of Shanhai Academy. Lin Qi also spoke at the same time.

She and Venerable Fu Cang spoke at the same time, attracting everyone's attention.

Adhering to the concept of respecting the elderly and loving the young, Lin Qi raised her hand in a gesture of invitation to Venerable Fu Cang.

"You say it first."

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Venerable Fu Cang withdrew his gaze and shouted to Han Yuanzi: "Friend Daoist Han, this matter has become serious and involves the relationship between the two sects."

"Your two disciples just said they had never seen other disciples. It does not mean that the other disciples of Shanhai Academy really died."

Han Yuanzi twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile, his white beard showing a sense of depression and ridicule.

"What do you think, Fellow Taoist Fu Cang?"

After all, Venerable Fu Cang also has a certain say in Bihai Pavilion.

Now that Venerable He Yuan has offended Venerable Tai Chi to death, if Bihai Pavilion and Shanhai Academy don't resolve the hidden dangers earlier, who knows what will happen in the future?

"We, Bihai Pavilion, are willing to send monks into the Heavenly Demon Palace to look for people!"

Venerable Fu Cang looked around and added: "We will definitely bring out all the surviving disciples in the Demon Palace!"

Han Yuanzi was slightly moved.

Luo Ci, who had been suppressed on the flying magic weapon, suddenly opened his mouth, "There is no living person!"

Everyone's eyes focused on him.

There was a bit of seriousness on Luo Ci's fair face.

He repeated it again seriously, "The monks from the outside world fled and died, but there is no one left alive in the Demon Palace!"

The tone was extremely certain.

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of everyone in Shanhai Academy were as black as coal, and they all sank.

The look he looked at Venerable Fu Cang was particularly unkind.

Venerable Fu Cang whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Luo Ci glanced at Lin Qi from the distance, and then his eyes fell on Master Tai Chi.

He suddenly opened his mouth and imitated Lin Qi's aggrieved look, "Ancestor, I was right!"

There is a faint fragrance of tea.

Master Tai Chi was still smiling.

Lin Qi calmly introduced from the side, "Ancestor, that is my third junior brother, Luo Ci."

Master Tai Chi seemed to be familiar with it, and nodded slightly, "Can you sense what is going on in the Demon Palace?"

Luo Ci glanced at Lin Qi subconsciously, and then nodded obediently, "After getting the Heavenly Demon Scepter, I can sense some of the situation in the Heavenly Demon Palace."

Lin Qi: "..."

She didn't understand what Luo Ci's look meant.

Venerable Fu Cang had a heart attack for a while. He always felt that he had been unlucky recently and was at odds with Tianyi Sect's destiny.

Facing the unkind glances from all around, Venerable Fu Cang carried Venerable He Yuan and other Bihai Pavilion monks away in a hurry as if he was running away.

They walked too fast and looked like they were running away.

The other sects looked at the back of the monk from Bihai Pavilion and wanted to laugh, but they also felt anger and sadness that they couldn't hide.

Seeing that the people in Shanhai Academy were about to leave with a deep and depressed aura, Lin Qi quickly called to stop them.

"Please stay here!"

Her clear voice was a bit abrupt at this moment.

Lin Qi stopped talking nonsense this time. She opened the storage space and arranged a batch of corpses neatly.

They also included the corpses of several Nascent Soul monks from Bihai Pavilion.

Lin Qi was afraid that the hatred value would be too high and someone from Bihai Pavilion would target her, so she didn't take it out.

Now that everything is understood, it's her turn to collect the debt!

She picked up people along the way and also picked up a lot of corpses. Some of them she couldn't tell which sect they belonged to, so she simply laid them out neatly for them to claim on their own.

Dozens of corpses were lined up and covered with white cloth, which was quite a deterrent.

She behaved modestly and calmly.

"Seniors, I led these fellow Taoists all the way out of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and helped many fellow Taoists collect their corpses. However, my strength is limited, and I don't know how many of them are sect disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, many of the other three disciples' eyes turned red.

One of the monks who came to take charge of the situation shouted out loud: "Tong'er!"

A group of monks who were far away stepped forward one after another, their steps showing great urgency.

One by one they fell down next to the corpse, their eyes were red and the tips of their noses were sore.

Except for the four Nascent Soul corpses in Bihai Pavilion, which were alone, the other corpses were surrounded by people.

Names were called out one by one, and cries of suppressed mourning were heard one after another.

Looking at the group of people crying, Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh.

Master Tai Chi suddenly turned his head and asked her softly: "But does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Qi: "..."

She hesitated for a moment and decided to answer honestly,

"This disciple is regretting it. He should have taken out the body before Venerable Fu Cang left."

Afraid that walls have ears and some people would feel alienated after hearing this, Lin Qi even added a sentence in a high-sounding tone.

"At least this way they have a place to vent their grief and anger."

Master Tai Chi turned his head and glanced meaningfully at his disciple.

The moment Lin Qi finished speaking, there were obviously a lot of cries that paused, followed by even more angry cries, with a bit of forbearance.

The true Lord of Transformation, who was originally called Tong'er, was holding the body of a young girl with red eyes.

"I'm going to kill those beasts in Bihai Pavilion!"

"The child I worked so hard to raise died tragically at the hands of others, and there is nothing I can do?!"

The monks around him quickly tried to dissuade him.

There are many monks who have the same reaction.

There was a lot of weeping, a wailing chaos.

At the beginning, for the benefit of the sect, how many people suppressed the hatred in their hearts and were forced to forget everything?

The initial struggle of resistance was suppressed.

I thought that time would dilute the pain of losing friends, relatives and classmates.

But seeing familiar corpses placed in front of them, even Mahayana monks cannot remain indifferent.

They were once fellow apprentices and sisters, senior brothers, or grandparents and grandchildren.

We have practiced together, competed together, perhaps quarreled and fought together, and our relationship was both close and bad.
Chapter completed!