Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 193 The Demon Cult Attacks, Killing Sounds Rise on Tongtian Peak
I only heard the shouting and screaming outside the palace getting louder and louder.
From time to time, a few desperate roars could be heard, like the cries of a poor person dying.

The Qingyun Mountain, which used to be like a paradise on earth, now seemed to be shrouded in blood and killing and turned into hell.

The shouts and screams were getting closer.

Until several corpses with blood gushing out of their seven orifices fell into the hall, and then an old voice was heard laughing loudly:

"My old friend Daoxuan, I've missed you so much since we last met in a hundred years! Come out and see me soon! Hahahaha!"

The sound follows the person.

Dozens of figures appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The first two were Yu Yangzi and Du Shen.

Behind the two of them followed Bai Duzi, Qinglong, You Ji, and more than a dozen unknown masters of the Demon Sect.

These people took a look into the hall and walked in slowly.

The oldest Poison God glanced around the hall and sneered:

"My dear Daoxuan, why are you holding your lower back in such a state of disarray?"

Taoist Master Daoxuan clenched his bloody fist and said coldly: "Poison God!"

The Poison God - the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, an old monster who is said to have lived for at least five hundred years.

In today's demonic cult, he is a top-notch figure in terms of seniority, seniority, and accomplishments.

Daoxuan looked at these people one by one, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy and cold:
"The Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Yu Yangzi of the Longevity Hall... and the high-ranking officials of the Ghost King Sect, do you think that if you join hands today, you can take down my Qingyun?"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Dozens of people from the Demon Cult jumped into the palace gate one after another. Looking at their demeanor and posture, I was afraid that none of them was easy to deal with.

At a glance, most of the masters that the Demon Cult has accumulated over the past hundred years are here.

The chiefs behind him, including the elders and disciples present, were all facing a formidable enemy. Daoxuan's face became increasingly ugly. He could not help but look at Cangsong beside him, gritting his teeth:
"Cangsong, disciple of Qingyun, the head of Longshou Peak, you have done a great job!"

On the other side, the Poison God laughed and retorted:
"Fellow Daoist Cangsong is now a guest minister of my Wandu Sect, and has a promising future. He is not the chief of your Qingyun Sect! Hahaha!"

Daoxuan was so angry at these words that he almost vomited blood again. He pointed at Cangsong and cursed:

"You are an unworthy descendant who betrayed your master. You are a fool with no future! You can never atone for your sins even if you die a thousand times!"

Cangsong ignored his shouting and came to the side of the Poison God, whispering:
"Master of the Poison God Sect, I am seriously injured and need to recuperate."

"Master, go ahead and rest assured." The Poison God nodded, "There will be someone at the foot of the mountain to pick you up."

"Very good."

After Cangsong finished speaking, he took one last look at Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu who were staring at him in the crowd, then turned and left.

Although the traitor is hateful, Daoxuan has no time to keep him right now. The important thing is to deal with the crisis at hand.

"You evil people, do you think that by gathering together you can overthrow my Qingyun Temple? You are dreaming!"

Daoxuan's words were powerful. As he spoke, he practiced his profound skills and clapped his right hand under his ribs.

As the Qi energy surged throughout his body, black Qi began to overflow from the injured area on his lower back.

The Poison God on the opposite side frowned, he didn't expect that Dao Xuan could force the poison of the rotten moss out of the body bit by bit with just his own skills.

I couldn't help but curse inwardly:

"What a great nose..."

In the blink of an eye, Daoxuan stabilized his internal injuries.

Although still a little weak, it seems to be able to fight the enemy.

"Qingyun disciple!"

He gave orders to the disciples in the hall with a cold voice, pointing his spear forward: "Kill the demons, and kill those who are afraid of fighting!"

"Yes!"

The shouts of the Qingyun disciples shook the sky, and the murderous intent was surging.

Seeing this, the Poison God and Yu Yangzi on the opposite side both sneered:

"Unbelievable!"

Also waved his hand:
"kill!"

All of a sudden, the powder keg exploded and the two sides started fighting.

In the Yuqing Palace, there was a foul smell.

The sound of knives cutting into flesh and screams of killing rang out. Xu Zhiqiu slowly stood up from his seat. He did not do anything, and no one was eager to do anything to him.

With a glance of his golden eyes, he saw the pine trees running down the mountain.

He turned his head and glanced at Lu Xueqi, thinking that with her skills she was more than capable of protecting herself.

Then he looked at the chaos of fighting everywhere and couldn't tell who was winning.

So he flashed out of the hall and chased Cangsong first.

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The battle in Yuqing Palace was just the tip of the iceberg of the entire battle.

There are nearly two thousand Qingyun disciples, although most of them are distributed in seven mountains.

But as the alarm bell rang, disciples from various factions came one after another to provide reinforcements.

When they see a demon, they will naturally fight him.

For a time, the entire Tongtian Peak was shrouded in war.

Cangsong suffered serious internal injuries and urgently needed to find a place to recuperate.

He avoided fighting completely on his way down the mountain. The Qingyun disciples didn't know he had betrayed their sect, and no one from the Demon Sect cared about him either.

We went all the way to the platform on the mountainside, where there was less fighting.

Then I saw a middle-aged scholar in a wheelchair, and a woman in green pushing the wheelchair behind him.

The middle-aged scholar greeted first:

"Master, are you looking for a place to rest?"

Cangsong smiled and nodded:

"The Ghost King Sect Master is so free."

Wanren shook his head and patted his legs:
"My legs are broken, so I can't compare to Senior Poison God and Brother Yu Yangzi, so I can only do some supporting work here."

"Master Ghost King is too modest. You should hide your abilities and cultivate your character."

"Haha, no, no... I believe the scene on the mountain must have been extremely exciting, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to see it. Taoist priest, can you tell me about it?"

"Haha, that's natural."

Cangsong couldn't refuse, so he started telling him the story.

The Ghost King was listening with great interest, but suddenly his expression changed slightly and he interrupted Cangsong and said:

"Did the Taoist priest get into trouble?"

Cangsong frowned, not understanding the exact meaning of his words.

If we talk about causing trouble, does colluding with the Demon Cult to launch a surprise attack on Qingyun count as causing trouble?

Isn't that nonsense?
"Brother Ghost King, what do you mean?"

"If it weren't for you, Taoist priest..." The Ghost King's finger passed over his shoulder, "Then this murderous Master Xu behind you, could it be that he is coming for me?"

Cangsong was suddenly startled and turned back sharply.

But he saw Xu Zhiqiu standing five steps away, looking at him quietly.

Cangsong couldn't help but stagger under his feet and retreated repeatedly, and soon retreated behind the Ghost King and his daughter.

Cangsong's eyes rolled, and he deliberately said loudly to the Ghost King:

"This beast is dangerous, the Sect Master must not be careless."

The Ghost King frowned and glanced at Cangsong without saying anything. He just took out the Fulong Ding and hung it above his head.

Xu Zhiqiu turned a blind eye and took a step forward.

"Master Xu, are you going to stand up for Qingyun?"

"..."

Seeing that Xu Zhiqiu didn't answer, the Ghost King said to himself:
"That's right. After all, Sanyi and Qingyun are both righteous. It's only natural for you to help. I'm just afraid that they may not appreciate it afterwards."

"I just heard what Taoist Cangsong said. If it weren't for your disciple who severely injured Yun Yilan, Qingyun wouldn't have to fight so hard right now."

Xu Zhiqiu took the time to glance at him:
"It seems that I was at a loss when I only asked for your two legs last time."

"It's time to stop talking nonsense like that."

(End of this chapter)