The third line of defense of the Hidden Immortal Valley is located on the bank of the Nu River. The monks who escaped from the portal are gathering here.

After leaving the battlefield, another layer of invisible barriers has arisen between the various sects.

It is impossible for the orthodox sect, the demon sect, and the demon clan to become like a family just because they fought against the beast tide once. These monks naturally separated into different camps.

Most of the disciples of Youqing Valley, including Chu Feilong, teleported out. This was a predetermined strategy. If things couldn't be done, they would immediately use the teleportation array to escape from the battlefield.

Chu Feilong looked at the sky in the south. He could see deep holes in the sky over there. They were space cracks torn apart by clear water.

A colorful divine light rose into the sky. The monks understood that it was the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword displaying its power. However, the distance was too far, and they did not know the specific battle situation.

Chu Xiaoyi asked: "Sir, how sure are you that you can win this battle?"

Chu Feilong shook his head and said: "A war of this magnitude is beyond my expectation. I can't guess what the cultivators will do next."

Tianwu looked confident. He said: "Master Wu Wang is destined to return to the Demon Realm."

After hearing what Tianwu said, everyone's worries were reduced a bit.

Pei Feng made a big fuss about Qing Shui's Qing Kong, and he had already formed an indissoluble hatred with Qing Shui. But according to the prophecy of the Sky Demon Clan, Pei Feng will definitely return to the demon realm, which means that Qing Shui will inevitably fall in this battle.

Since Pei Feng came back from the dead, no one has doubted that he is the ninth holy king prophesied by the demon clan.

Chu Feiyan said: "I really don't know what method my brother can use to defeat Qing Shui."

Chu Feilong said: "Feng'er will never be able to move that big mountain in Qingshui with his own strength. There will be experts to help him. Alas, let's leave here quickly and don't get into trouble. The battle in the Hidden Immortal Valley is not something we can participate in."

Yes. If we stay here, it will only add to Feng'er's worries."

After Chu Feilong and Yang Lou bowed their hands in greeting, the people in Youqing Valley evacuated and headed north.

Ghost Saint had also made arrangements before. After the battle, Yang Lou led the army of the Demon Cult to withdraw to the Demon City of the West Wasteland.

Yang Lou was also looking at the southern sky. He suddenly had a bad feeling. There was a dull pain in the pit of his heart.

At this moment, a young disciple came forward to report, "Sir, the second young master is missing."

"What?" Yang Lou shouted angrily, "What do you mean missing?"

During the evacuation, Yang Lou watched Qin Xuetian enter the teleportation formation with his own eyes. Therefore, Qin Xuetian must have been teleported to the bank of the Nu River.

Yang Lou's angry shout frightened the young disciple to tremble. The disciple trembled and replied: "Sir, Master, master is proficient in the art of disguise. If he wants to leave here, we, we will never find out."

"Get out!" How could Yang Lou not know what the young disciple said. Qin Xuetian was missing, and he could not explain to the Ghost Saint, let alone the Demon Lady.

Yang Lou's face turned livid and he cursed: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go find him quickly!"

Several elder monks set off immediately. Soon after, Yang Lou ordered the evacuation. The Demon Sect's army also crossed the Nu River in mighty force.

There is a small waterfall in the upper reaches of the Nu River. Qin Xuetian was standing under the waterfall at the moment. The cold water fell on his head and stirred up heavy spray. He let out a roar. The small waterfall actually rolled up with his roar.

The scenes in the Hidden Immortal Valley made his heart ache.

The moment Qin Yue appeared, everything he owned was shattered.

Qin Yue's light was too strong. He would never be able to catch up with his brother in his life. What made him collapse the most was the way Xiao Xiao looked at Qin Yue.

He finally understood why Xiao Xiao had scolded Qin Yue in front of him earlier. It turned out that Xiao Xiao had always harbored that person in his heart.

Qin Yue took away all his light, and now, he took away the woman he loved most.

Qin Xuetian's jealousy towards Qin Yue finally turned into overwhelming hatred today.

"Qin Yue! I, Qin Xuetian, swear here that if I don't kill you, I will not be a human being!"

The waterfall fell into the pool again. After the water curtain dispersed, Qin Xuetian saw a familiar figure standing quietly at the other end of the pool.

"Evil Lord?"

The person who came was indeed Evil Lord, a genius monk from the Demon Sect.

"Second Young Master, why are you so angry?"

"Get out!" Qin Xuetian did not give Evil Lord a good look. He knew that his oath just now had been listened to by Evil Lord.

The Evil Lord smiled and said: "Sir, Qin Yue is a person with strange pulses, and now he has the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword. If you want to compete with him, you must have absolute strength."

"I told you to get out!" Qin Xuetian's voice was extremely cold.

Evil Lord still had a smile on his face. "Second Young Master, don't you want to have strong cultivation?"

Qin Xuetian hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Xie Jun, who do you belong to?"

"Don't you understand who I am loyal to, sir? In order to kill Pei Feng, I already had a grudge against the Ghost Saint. The Ghost Saint spared my life only for the sake of my wife."

Qin Xuetian knew that Evil Lord was his mother's confidant. But now he no longer knew whether his mother still had him as a son in her heart. Everything about him had been taken away by Qin Yue, including his mother's love for him.

The evil king continued: "Does the young master know the witch clan's genealogy technique?"

Qin Xuetian's pupils suddenly shrank. He knew that what Evil Lord was going to say next was very important, because he had been infected by the Seed Cause Technique of Qingqing in the sword tomb of Wuji Sect.

"Ghost Saint knows the art of causes very well. Young Master should also know that this art will not harm your body, it is just a kind of fate. This art slightly fiddles with the way of heaven, and can make the fate of the young master closely related to that of the Witch Clan.

The intersection happened at a certain moment."

Qin Xuetian sneered: "We have already met."

"No!" Evil Lord smiled mysteriously, "The intersection between Young Master and the Witch Clan has just begun."

"What do you mean?" Qin Xuetian asked coldly.

"Sir, the Ghost Saint knew that the young master had fallen prey to the Witch Clan's seed-causing technique, yet he allowed him to come to southern Xinjiang to practice. Don't you know his intentions? He wanted to use the help of the Witch Clan to get rid of the young master."

Qin Xuetian's eyes became even colder.

"Evil Lord, do you know what you just said?"

The Evil Lord bowed deeply to Qin Xuetian. "Young Master, I have long ignored life and death. I have watched the Young Master grow up. The Ghost Saint now regards the Young Master as an abandoned son. Qin Yue will step on the Young Master to death. Although

He is also the son of the leader. But I, the Evil Lord, have no friendship with him, Qin Yue."

When Qin Xuetian heard this, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. At this moment, he felt like a lost dog. He never thought that there would be someone willing to stand with him at this time.

"Senior, get up quickly." Qin Xuetian flew in front of Evil Lord and helped Evil Lord up with his own hands.

"Senior, in your opinion, what should I do to overwhelm Qin Yue?"

Evil Lord looked heavy and did not answer.

"Senior, if you have something to say, just say it."

After a while, Evil Lord finally spoke. He said four words in a deep voice: "The art of planting causes!"

Qin Xuetian pondered for a moment, but was still puzzled. "Senior, please clarify."
Chapter completed!