"What! Liang Yan, what do you mean by this? Zhu Yuepo is our fellow disciple, and you actually suspect one of our own?" Ling Wei shouted angrily from the crowd.
"Senior Sister Ling, please calm down. In fact, I have always been curious. Since these demons have defeated you two separately, why did they let you take away Senior Brother Zhu in the end?"
"That's because I didn't hesitate to lose a secret treasure of the master's sect, and Zhu Yuepo fought hard and would rather die than surrender. In the end, we fought a bloody way out!"
Ling Wei said coldly: "I know you and I were unhappy, but now that we are facing a powerful enemy, why would you stir up trouble? You must know that your senior brother Zhu was surrounded and suppressed by many people, and his whole body was burned to pieces by demonic fire.
This is what I saw with my own eyes! He almost died for this mission, but your junior brother is just talking about it, don't you think you are too villainous?"
"His body is completely intact? In other words, even Senior Sister Ling, you haven't seen his true appearance clearly?" Liang Yan suddenly asked.
After hearing this, Ling Wei frowned and said, "What do you mean? I was at the scene at that time. Although Senior Brother Zhu's appearance was burned, his clothes, spiritual weapons, and voice, I will never
I will admit my mistake, are you doubting me?"
"It's not that I doubt Senior Sister, it's just that in this vast world, there are countless secret arts and spells, and there are many ways to change things in a short time. I'm afraid that the person who was really transferred is precisely this Senior Brother Zhu who has been lying in bed for several days.
'!"
After listening to the conversation between the two, everyone couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts. Huang Potian pointed at a disciple and shouted: "Go and see if Zhu Yuepo is still in the guest room!"
"Yes!" The man responded and stepped out of the queue. He flew up and down and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a few ups and downs.
They didn't keep everyone waiting for too long. After just a cup of tea, the man returned and whispered a few words beside Huang Potian.
"What! The person is gone!" Huang Potian's eyes widened angrily and shouted: "It turns out it's really this guy!"
"Master Huang Pavilion, now is not the time to worry about the traitor!" Dugu Jiannan said to Huang Potian: "Whoever the traitor is, he must have gone down the mountain to deliver the news. And everyone from the Demonic Path is probably on their way here.
I’d better prepare early!”
"That's right!" Huang Potian gradually regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "With the help of fellow Taoists, we will definitely be able to defeat these demonic cultivators. Lao Qi, go and gather all the disciples of the Sword Making Pavilion and prepare for a fight to the death!"
"Yes!" A middle-aged man stepped forward to take the order and hurriedly ran into the sword-making pavilion.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the gate and said with a smile:
"Hahaha! Mr. Huang, you also know that this is a fight to the death. It seems that you already know your fate tonight!"
"That's not true. Mr. Huang will die tonight, and the Jiangjian Pavilion will no longer exist!" A middle-aged man said coldly.
The monks were startled and turned their heads to look around, only to see people pouring in on the cliff outside the sword-making pavilion.
These people were divided into four groups, wearing clothes of red, gold, blue, and black respectively. They all had masks on their faces. Their cultivation levels ranged from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the seventh level of Qi Refining. Liang Yan gave a rough count, about
There are more than two hundred people.
Each color team has a leader. There are four people in total. Their cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, and they are currently flying in mid-air.
The leader in blue was the one who spoke first. He was sitting cross-legged on a ghost flag. Although he was wearing a mask, he had white hair and a hoarse voice. He seemed to be an old man.
The middle-aged man at the interface was wearing a golden robe and standing on a bamboo flute with his hands behind his back. At this moment, he was asking Ling Wei in the crowd in a teasing tone:
"Junior Sister Ling, one day without seeing you is like three autumns! We haven't seen each other for only half a day, but I already miss you so much."
"What. You, you are?" Ling Wei's face changed drastically.
"Hey, why don't you recognize me? I'm your good senior brother!" The man in golden robe pretended to be disappointed and sighed softly, but he used Zhu Yuepo's voice.
"You! It turns out you are really a thief pretending to be a thief. What did you do to Senior Brother Zhu?" Ling Wei asked in a harsh voice.
"What's wrong? Hehe! I'm not interested in men. If you fall into my hands, you will naturally die!" The man in gold robe laughed.
After hearing this, Ling Wei's face instantly turned pale as paper. She was arrogant by nature, and she didn't take Zhu Yuepo seriously when he pursued him in every possible way in the sect. But this time they were ambushed on the road, and the two of them joined hands to defend themselves against the enemy.
This Zhu Yuepo fought tooth and nail, which made Ling Wei unknowingly have a good impression of him.
At this moment, knowing that he was dead, Ling Wei felt a little pain in her heart, but now that the enemy was facing her, she knew not to show her weakness, so she immediately calmed down and said in a cold voice: "How dare you attack our Yungang Sect disciples?
, I will need to pay with your blood later!"
Among the four monks leading the demon path, the one in red had a voluptuous figure and loose black hair. Although she was wearing a mask, she was obviously a charming woman. At this moment, she suddenly said with a smile:
"Hehe, I'm talking to fellow Daoist Li, your reputation as the 'Mr. with a Thousand Faces' is a bit exaggerated! Why does this delicate Miss Ling seem not to be satisfied with you, but is still thinking about her senior brother?
"
"You!" The middle-aged man in golden robe did not expect that she would expose him, and immediately sneered: "What? The poisonous flower fairy also wants to weigh Li's methods?"
These monks originally wore masks because they didn't want to reveal their identities, but it seemed that the Poison Flower Fairy and the Thousand-Faced Man had some sort of feud, and now they actually revealed each other's secrets.
"Stop arguing!" The old man in blue waved his hand: "Kill everyone in the Sword Forging Pavilion tonight, and no one will know your identity."
As soon as he said this, it was like giving a kill order, and there was a moment of silence in the place.
"Hmph! If you want to kill Huang, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
Huang Potian snorted coldly and shouted: "All the disciples of the Sword Making Pavilion obey the order and follow me to kill the evil spirits. Life or death is at stake tonight!"
"kill!"
The disciples of the Sword-making Pavilion came out in full force and instantly fought with the besieging demonic monks. Shouts, battles, and the sound of spiritual weapons breaking through the air came one after another, and all kinds of spiritual lights exploded in the night sky.
The Sword-casting Pavilion, which was peaceful in the first half of the night, has now become a bloody battlefield.
The four leaders in the demonic path who were at the peak of Qi refining were currently fighting on their own. Among them, the old man in blue was fighting against Huang Potian, while the middle-aged man in gold robe was fighting with Ling Wei.
As for Dugu Jiannan, he actually single-handedly picked off the remaining two peak Qi-refining monks. One of his golden flying swords flew up and down, and it seemed that he was not losing at all.