A leisurely life in the world of cultivation

Chapter 177 The Sinners Make Their Move
The morning light of the Five Elements Sect awakens from the dew in the Spirit Rice Field.

Li Weizhou, wearing straw sandals and with his trousers rolled up to his knees, was using a weeding machine to weed the rice seedlings in the field.

Of course, the entire lawnmower is made of spirit iron, especially the blades.

The internal combustion engine is replaced by a simple array that only needs to provide kinetic energy; it is indeed very simple.

With a little more skill, the output can be stabilized, and different speed settings are also available.

I must say, it's really easy to use, and it's also quite quiet.

The morning dew dampened the hem of his Taoist robe, which was stained with some wet mud, but he didn't look disheveled at all.

This spiritual field is quite large. The Five Elements Sect was previously the largest sect in the Northern Spiritual Domain, with hundreds of inner disciples and thousands of outer disciples.

Although outer disciples have a low status, at least they are guaranteed to have enough to eat.

Although it's not free and requires labor and other sacrifices, outer disciples are, to put it bluntly, mostly servants of the inner sect.

Even so, people need enough spiritual rice to eat.

Therefore, many spiritual fields were cultivated, each with several thousand acres, totaling 20,000 acres.

This is a spiritual field, not the barren yellow earth of the mortal world.

The ears of rice are just beginning to fill out, the green grains are so plump they look like they're about to burst open, and the tips of the ears are still covered with glistening dewdrops, which shimmer with iridescent light in the morning sun.

As Li Weizhou's fingertips brushed against the rice leaves, he could clearly feel the wood elemental energy flowing within them.

Just a little bit of aura emanating from the Jianmu tree is enough to ensure that the spiritual rice in the spiritual field grows much faster and better than ordinary spiritual rice.

Did he grow this rice to cultivate his character?

No, he did it purely to support his wife and children; four big eaters are already more than enough for them.

When all the mischievous kids are running around like crazy, how much will they eat?
Being a man is tough, even becoming an immortal is tough.

Li Weizhou sighed inwardly and continued working.

A short while later, Tao Ling'er and Xi Mei also arrived.

Tao Ling'er and Xi Mei both expressed their approval of using ploughing machines to plow the land, seeders to sow seeds, weeders to weed, and harvesters to harvest, as they enjoy driving.

However, if they were asked to catch the dragon aphid demon, they would definitely develop headaches, stomach aches, leg pains, toe pains, and other ailments.

The reason is simple: the dragon aphid demon is small and can fly, making it too troublesome to catch.

Even a master at the Spirit God Realm, with a sufficiently powerful divine sense, can easily detect all the Dragon Aphid Demons and even use their divine sense as a sword to stab and kill them.

But the corpses of the dragon aphid demons also had to be picked off one by one, otherwise they would rot and ruin the spirit rice.

Could a True Person of the Spirit God Realm be allowed to do the work of a Spirit Planter?

But for Li Weizhou, it was much simpler.

After the divine sense is pierced to death, it can be directly absorbed into the sea of ​​blood.

He's a natural-born farmer!
After Ximei happily drove the lawnmower to mow the weeds, Li Weizhou noticed that Tao Ling'er looked at him several times, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Li Weizhou asked curiously, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Tao Ling'er suddenly became shy and said, "No...it's nothing."

Li Weizhou chuckled and said, "This isn't like you at all, Senior Sister. Why have you become so stingy?"

Tao Ling'er was easily provoked. She snorted and looked at Li Weizhou, asking, "Junior Brother, let me ask you, are you a lecherous devil?"

"puff!"

Li Weizhou had just taken a sip of spiritual water when he spat it all out, exclaiming angrily, "Who is slandering my innocence?"

Tao Ling'er laughed heartily and said smugly, "You're still innocent. You're so young, yet you've already married four wives."

Li Weizhou suddenly realized something and asked, "Senior Sister also wants to find a husband?"

"You fart!!"

Tao Ling'er's square face instantly turned bright red, but then she whispered, "It was my mother who saw how happy you and your husband were, so she wanted me to find a Daoist partner too... but I'm not good-looking."

"Eh!"

Li Weizhou waved his hand and said, "What kind of talk is that? Is Master really that good-looking? Doesn't Master's wife only have eyes for Master?"

Tao Ling'er was also puzzled and asked, "Junior Brother, why do you think that is? As far as I know, many handsome and talented men were in love with my mother back then, but she ended up marrying my father..."

Li Weizhou sat by the edge of the field and smiled, "Senior sister, do you know? Master is really lucky. So many people in this world never find a loved one in their entire lives, and so many people never meet a heart that cherishes each other. But Master met Master's wife. Similarly, Yue Niang and the other three also met me. Ever since I entered their lives, they have never forgotten me. They want me to be safe, they want me to be happy, they want to spend every moment with me, and they want to give me the best of everything."

Tao Ling'er's laughter echoed across the fields, as did her praise: "Junior Brother, you're so shameless!!"

Li Weizhou chuckled and said, "Of course, the reverse is also true. Senior sister, you must find someone you love."

Tao Ling'er thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't understand. What does it mean to be loved? The people I love most are my father and my mother."

Li Weizhou patiently comforted her, saying, "You should ask Yue Niang and the others about this. They were once just as confused as you, Senior Sister, until they met me. From then on, I was the one who provided for all four seasons and three meals a day, and for whom my love was as deep as the paper I wrote..."

"boom!"

Tao Ling'er decided to solve the problem with her fists.

Li Weizhou rubbed his shoulders and said cheerfully, "One day, you'll realize I'm right. Best wishes to your senior sister."

After saying that, he stood up and waved to his master's wife, who was flying over on her sword not far away.

Tian Ru walked over with a solemn expression and said, "Wei Zhou, Su Wan, the city lord of Qingshui City, sent me a message about the changes in the Ice Plains Secret Realm. The Sin Clan is causing great harm and harboring extremely malicious intentions. Chaos may break out soon. She reminded the Five Elements Sect to be careful to prevent the Sin Clan from attacking and killing them."

After giving a general account of the Icefield Secret Realm, she waited for Li Weizhou's reaction.

Li Weizhou laughed and said, "She means well... but the Five Elements Sect has already activated its protective formation. Even if the Sin Clan attacks, they can only cause trouble for the outer sect at most. They can't get into the inner sect unless a few Immortal Spirit Realm cultivators come. If they really think so highly of our Five Elements Sect, then we'll accept it."

Tian Ru glared at him irritably and said, "Now that the six sects have gathered in Qingshui City, they are working together to guard against the Sin Clan and plan to wipe out their remnants. Even the Xuantian Pavilion has contributed. This place is within the territory of my Five Elements Sect. Are we just going to stay in the sect's protective formation? If that's the case, then our Five Elements Sect will really have no place in the Spirit Realm in the future."

Li Weizhou said earnestly, "Master's wife, empty reputations are all false. I don't think the Sin Clan would go mad and attack ordinary people at will. What they want to do most right now is to find the Xuanlei Sword Sect."

Tian Ru frowned and said, "The seven sects are closely connected. Even if it's troublesome for Xun Lei Qianjue, we can't stand idly by on Five Elements Sect territory." She paused and then added, "Of course, you're the sect leader, and your cultivation is still shallow, so I won't let you show up. I'll take your senior sister to make an appearance..."

Li Weizhou shook his head and said, "The Five Elements Sect has already sealed its mountain gates; this is no joke. As for the Seven Sects being allies... Master's wife, back in the Demon Cave, the Five Elements Sect fought against the demons with the strength of a single sect, suffering countless casualties. Three hundred elite inner disciples went, but only seventeen survived. At that time, did the Six Sects send anyone to support them?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Ru paused for a moment, then said, "Very well, now that you are the sect leader, you have the final say. However, this place is, after all, the territory of my Five Elements Sect. You should still consider this carefully."

Li Weizhou nodded and said, "I will have someone keep an eye out. If things get really difficult, we can open the outer gate and allow ordinary cultivators to take refuge inside. My mistress can convey this message to City Lord Su."

However, the revenge of the criminals came much faster and more cruelly than imagined.

……

The afternoon in Qingshui City is like being immersed in cold oil; the surface appears calm, but beneath lies a turbulent undercurrent.

Lead-gray clouds pressed down on the city walls, filtering the sun into dim, yellowish patches of light. The gloomy sunlight shone on the bluestone slabs, and even the shadows of passersby seemed heavy and dull.

After the city's protective array was activated, the light patterns on the pale blue light screen trembled slightly as they flowed.

I can't even remember the last time the city's protective formation was activated...

The street vendors were calling out weakly, and the red glow of the vermilion fruit in the basket of the porter selling spirit fruits was dim, which he unconsciously wiped with his sleeve again and again.

The teahouse owner leaned over the counter, tapping his fingers on the abacus, but his eyes were darting out the window. The abacus beads clicked loudly, but he always misaligned them at crucial moments.

The rogue cultivators gathered at the street corner, speaking less than usual. When they talked about the Icefield Secret Realm, their voices were low, and their eyes kept glancing towards the west of the city, in the direction of the Xuanlei Sword Sect's post station. It was like a heavy stone pressing on the heart of the entire city.

The previous excitement quickly cooled down after City Lord Su Wan declared martial law.

Those sinners are ruthless, cannibalistic creatures. They suffered such a great loss, yet they still haven't exacted a furious revenge…

The city guards changed their stance, no longer leaning loosely against the fence, but standing in groups of three, back to back, their hands always on the prison badges at their waists. The bronze badges gleamed coldly, the serrated edges resembling rows of small teeth in the dim light. One guard repeatedly rubbed the badge with his thumb, making the bronze hot, but he seemed oblivious, staring intently at each cultivator entering the city, as if searching for something.

In the western city, the Xuanlei Sword Sect's inn was enclosed within a semi-transparent lightning barrier. Purple-gold electric snakes darted back and forth across the barrier, weaving a dense net that completely enveloped the inn.

Within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the barrier, not even a fly could get close.

Four disciples of the Xuanlei Sword Sect stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the inn. Their gray-blue Daoist robes stretched taut over their bodies, their hands resting on sword hilts, their knuckles as white as stone. They remained silent, but their eyes, like copper bells, swept over everyone who lingered nearby.

A confused cultivator, clutching his apprenticeship certificate, tried to step forward, but after taking only half a step, he was glared at and rebuked by one of the disciples, who said, "Stand back!"

The voice was so tight it sounded like a knife scraping, which startled the cultivator so much that he quickly withdrew his foot, stuffed the apprenticeship certificate into his robes, and left.

In the tavern diagonally opposite the inn, all the tables by the window were occupied. The monks sitting there pretended to drink, but their eyes were all glued to the direction of the inn.

"Have you heard? Someone just died outside the city. A rogue cultivator at the eighth level of the Spirit Realm. Some bluish-black things, like snake lines, crawled out of his corpse."

A cultivator wearing a bamboo hat lowered his voice, bringing his wine cup to his lips but not drinking, and continued, "I suspect it was the Sin Clan who made their move. Their 'Bone-Corroding Silk' specifically targets a cultivator's spiritual veins... Three years ago at Black Wind Lake, I personally witnessed the Sin Clan using 'Shadow Corrosion' to kill someone. A Spirit Origin Realm expert was standing perfectly fine, when suddenly his shadow was entangled by the bloodstains on the ground. In less than three breaths, he was reduced to an empty shell, skin clinging to bones, like a dried-out patch of grass. Guess what? I think I saw one of those things in the corner of the wall when I passed by the back alley of the inn earlier..."

The person next to him gripped his wine glass tightly, his face turning pale with fright.

Damn it, should we send a message to the post station...?

The thought had barely formed when suddenly, the lightning barrier emitted a "humming" sound.

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly shot up, illuminating the eaves of the post station with a purple hue, and even turning the patterns on the tavern's window paper a purplish-black. The four gatekeepers simultaneously drew their swords; the clanging sound of their black iron swords being drawn shattered the tense silence like a bolt of lightning.

The cultivators in the tavern stood up abruptly, their hands on the magical artifacts at their waists. One of them, quick-witted, had already retreated towards the stairwell. Just as he stepped onto the first step, he heard a soft "click" from outside the window...

It was a brick from the back wall of the inn; one of them had fallen off.

A sudden gust of wind blew, carrying the tavern's signboard toward the inn. The character for "wine" on the signboard was distorted by the wind, looking like a crying face.

However, before the soft "click" sound could even finish, several dark blue-black threads suddenly shot out from the cracks in the brickwork of the back wall of the inn!

Not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands, as thin as spider silk, slicing through the air with a "whoosh" as they hurtled towards the lightning barrier.

The purplish-gold lightning instantly coiled around it. With a series of crackling sounds, the dark blue silk was not severed by the electricity. Instead, it twisted like a living thing, crawling along the lightning snake towards the inside of the barrier. Wherever it passed, the lightning dimmed at a visible speed, and spiderweb-like gray marks appeared on the surface of the barrier! This is the terrifying aspect of the Sin Clan's methods!
Even demons couldn't do this.

Because lightning magic naturally counters demonic energy.

"It's Bone-Corroding Silk! Form the array!"

Just as the gatekeeper's roar began, a scream suddenly erupted from across the street.

Just then, the peddler who had been standing at the entrance of the cloth shop suddenly had his cloth shirt ripped open, revealing dark blue skin underneath. Veins bulged beneath the skin, like countless small snakes writhing. He suddenly reached out, his fingertips unleashing a three-inch-long bone claw, its tip gleaming with a dark light. He grabbed a nearby rogue cultivator who was watching the spectacle. The cultivator didn't even have time to scream before the bone claw pierced a bloody hole in the back of his neck. His spiritual energy, like water being drained, flowed down the wound into the bone claw. Within two breaths, he collapsed limply, his body visibly shriveling up, becoming a mere, frail shell.

"A sinful race!"

The cultivators in the tavern erupted in chaos. Just as the man in the bamboo hat took out his talisman, a dark shadow flew in through the window. It was the "beggar" who had been squatting on the street corner. Now, the ash on his face had peeled off, revealing an ordinary face. He clung to the wall like a bat, grabbed the cultivator in the bamboo hat by the neck, and dragged him into the shadows, leaving only half of his bloodied boot twitching on the ground.

Suddenly, countless criminals appeared on the streets. Many of them had lived in Qingshui City for a long time and had various identities, some of whom were even well-known masters of various arts.

However, at this moment, they have transformed into an extremely ferocious criminal race.

"Guardian Formation!"

The roars of the city guards echoed from the city gate.

The pale blue light screen suddenly lit up, but somehow, those dark blue threads had wrapped around it. The sins on the threads were seeping in along the light patterns, and the edges of the light screen became murky at a visible speed, like water stained with ink.

Inside the inn, Lei Qianjue's furious roar exploded: "Profound Thunder True Intent, break!"

A purple-gold lightning bolt shot into the sky from the depths of the inn, like an upside-down giant tree. The branch-like electric snakes instantly filled the sky, turning the bone-corroding threads into ashes.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the floor tiles of the inn suddenly exploded with a "bang," and several bluish-black claws emerged from the ground, their tips barbed. They grabbed the ankles of two gatekeepers and dragged them violently into the ground. Their screams were abruptly cut off underground, leaving only two craters from which blood oozed continuously, the blood quickly turning a dark purple.

"Thunder Net!"

The two surviving disciples, their eyes red, crossed their swords into a cross, lightning patterns spreading along the blades to weave a half-zhang-wide lightning net in front of them. But more and more criminals were appearing across the street, emerging from the tables in teahouses, in front of the shelves in cloth shops, and behind the wine cabinets in taverns. They came from all walks of life, but all carried a strong stench of blood.

"Well come."

Lei Qianjue appeared on the eaves, his purple robes fluttering without wind. He held a fist-sized thunder bead in his hand, the electric snakes within writhing like living creatures, reflecting a purplish-black light in his eyes. He slammed the thunder bead down, and the purplish-gold lightning instantly engulfed a swarm of sinners, turning even the surrounding shadows into ashes.

But as soon as he stood firm, he heard a soft "click" behind him. It was the beams of the post station, which had been covered with dark blue threads that were now wrapping around his Taoist robe like countless cold hands.

The fishy, ​​sweet smell in the wind grew stronger.

The roars of the sinners, the screams of the monks, the thunderous explosions, and the cracking of bones mingled together, like a chaotic prelude to death.

The light barrier of the city's protective array was still struggling, but it couldn't stop the bluish-black hues that surged out from underground, from the shadows, and from the crowd. The afternoon in Qingshui City was completely stained purplish-black.

The lightning pearl in Lei Qianjue's palm exploded with a final burst of lightning, turning the three sinners who rushed in front of him into charred remains, while his purple robe was splattered with several drops of black blood.

The black blood fell onto the fabric and sizzled, corroding small holes, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor.

This is the "sin blood" possessed only by high-ranking sinful races. Each drop condenses the spiritual essence of dozens of cultivators, making it so domineering that even lightning cannot completely purify it.

"Lei Qianjue, your lightning has gone dull."

From the shadows at the street corner, a figure slowly emerged. He looked no different from an ordinary cultivator, even wearing a faded blue cloth robe.

With each step he took, a fine crack appeared on the bluestone slab beneath his feet. It wasn't due to spiritual power, but purely physical strength, making him as heavy as a moving mountain.

This is the Sin Clan, who advance by devouring cultivators. Their mixed and violent aura actually overshadowed Lei Qianjue's Thunderous True Intent.

“It’s you, ‘Qing Sha’.”

Lei Qianjue clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and said in disbelief, "You didn't die in the battle of the Abyss three years ago."

Qing Sha grinned, his face resembling that of a scholar, his teeth gleaming white, yet his appearance was chilling. He slowly said, "Thanks to you, I survived a great calamity. Afterwards, I devoured seventeen disciples of the Xuanlei Sword Sect. How about it, have I recovered well? Try my methods and see if I've improved..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, leaving an afterimage in his original position, and he appeared in front of Lei Qianjue. The fist wind, carrying a strong bloody smell, came crashing down. There were no fancy moves, but it was so fast that even Lei Qianjue's lightning was slowed down by a fraction.

This is the fighting style of the Sin Clan, more like that of a body cultivator.

"Oh!"

Lei Qianjue's lightning shield shattered instantly, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a pillar of the inn. A sweet taste rose in his throat. He stared at Qing Sha in disbelief.

This person has devoured countless cultivators, yet he has become so powerful.

Judging by the cultivation levels, this prodigy must be at least at the eighth level of the Spirit Origin Realm, or even stronger.

But he was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Origin Realm.

"I told you, your lightning has dulled."

Qing Sha approached step by step, his aura surging once more, his eyes turning even more bloodshot: "Lei Qianjue, I originally wanted to let your Xuanlei Sword Sect live a few more years. I didn't expect you to come here to die! Good, very good! Hand over the Ice Dragon's corpse, and I'll let you die a good death."

Lei Qianjue, however, had some backbone. He suddenly raised his magic sword and sneered, "You filthy pig and dog, what kind of person do you think you are?"

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot veins covering the whites of his eyes. He pointed his left index and middle fingers together at the air, chanting, "Purple Heaven Thunder Palace, awe-inspiring divine might. Thunderous punishment descends upon the world, the sword slays demons!"

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding lightning suddenly froze.

A deep rumble of thunder came from the depths of the clouds. Startled by this aura, the leaden sky slowly cracked open, revealing rolling purple-gold lightning that echoed the lightning on the sword.

Qing Sha's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to retreat. But Lei Qianjue's aura had already locked onto him. The scattered corpses of the Sin Clan suddenly exploded with a "crack," and the remaining spiritual energy was forcibly extracted by the lightning crystals on the sword, turning into wisps of bluish-black smoke that coiled towards Fafa!
However, it was too late...

"Sword rises!"

Lei Qianjue roared, and the magic sword suddenly soared into the air, circling three times above his head, each circle bringing with it a sky full of lightning and fire.

"Thunder falls!"

The second shout rang out, and the swirling magic sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, its blade pointing directly at Qing Sha. The purple-gold lightning from the crack in the sky crashed down like a celestial river overturning, striking the sword's spine with pinpoint accuracy!
"Purple Clouds shatter illusions, vanquishing all sinful demons!"

As the last eight words were uttered, Lei Qianjue was engulfed by lightning. However, the magic sword, infused with lightning, swelled to ten zhang in length. The lightning crystals on the sword exploded, transforming into countless tiny lightning spears that connected with the main sword, forming a lightning spear that pierced through heaven and earth!

The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, and even the space itself rippled slightly in its wake.

This move is the ultimate sword technique of the Xuanlei Sword Sect. It uses lightning as its blade, and once it is used, it will either kill or injure the opponent. However, it can break through the shackles of cultivation level and kill powerful enemies who are far superior to one's own cultivation level.

Qing Sha's expression changed drastically, and he dared not be careless anymore. He suddenly bent over, pressed his hands to the ground, and dark blue lines spread from his fingertips. The spiritual energy of the cultivators he had devoured surged wildly within his body, actually condensing into a giant shield made of countless white bones in front of him. The shield was covered with twisted runes, pieced together from the bone souls of hundreds of cultivators!

"clang!!"

The moment the Thunder Spear collided with the Bone Shield, the entire city of Qingshui seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

The violent lightning spread in all directions, the eaves of the post station collapsed, the bluestone pavement cracked layer by layer, and even the city's protective array in the distance was shaken violently.

The runes on the giant bone shield lit up inch by inch, but quickly turned black and charred under the scorching lightning. Countless tiny lightning snakes burrowed into the gaps in the shield's surface, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

"puff!"

Qing Sha suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the giant bone shield cracked open. The lightning spear seized the opportunity to pierce through, its tip grazing his shoulder and leaving a bloody mess. The charred wound was still burning with purplish-gold lightning, preventing him from healing quickly by absorbing spiritual energy as usual.

"Well done... well done, Purple Cloud Breaking Illusion!"

Qing Sha clutched his shoulder, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. Instead, a fiercer rage ignited within him, and a savage, ruthless smile crept across his lips as he slowly said, "Unfortunately, it's not enough!"

He suddenly roared to the sky, and the surging spiritual energy within him erupted completely at that moment. Dark blue patterns washed over his entire body like a tide, and even his pupils turned pure black. The scattered corpses on the ground suddenly turned into black mist, which he inhaled, and his aura, which had been injured by the lightning strike, seemed to recover instantly!

"The Great Dao, Devours Heaven!"

With a flash, Qing Sha weaved through the gaps where the lightning had not yet dissipated. When he reappeared in front of Lei Qianjue, his right hand had transformed into a dark blue-black claw, the tip of which was shrouded in dense black energy, aiming straight for Lei Qianjue's heart.

Lei Qianjue was exhausted at this moment. The Purple Cloud Breaking Sword had almost drained all his spiritual power, and he could only barely dodge to the side.

But Qing Sha was too fast, and its claws still grazed his ribs, tearing away a piece of flesh and blood. Black energy seeped into the wound, and wherever it passed, the tendons and veins instantly turned black and stiffened.

"Ugh!"

Lei Qianjue let out a painful roar, his entire body plummeting from the eaves like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the courtyard of the inn, scattering pebbles everywhere. He struggled to get up, only to find that half of his body was numb, and black energy was spreading wildly through his blood vessels, making it difficult even to activate his spiritual power.

Qing Sha landed in front of him, licking the blood from its claws, its eyes filled with a cruel smile: "Lei Qianjue, no matter how fierce your lightning is, it is no match for my clan. Tell me, where is the Ice Dragon? Very well, if you won't tell me, I'll go find it myself!"

As he finished speaking in a ferocious voice, just as he raised his foot to crush Lei Qianjue's head, five powerful auras suddenly erupted from five directions of Qingshui City!
"Xuanyuan Dao Sect, sweep away the dust and impurities!"

Ling Xuzi's whisk swirled like a reversed Milky Way, its silver threads transforming into countless sharp blades, aimed straight at Qing Sha's heart.

"Seven stars gather, swords pointed at the wicked!"

Li Qinghong opened the Seven Star Sword Box wide, and seven sword lights formed a star array, covering Qing Sha's entire body.

"Star orbits settle calamities, Dharma seals suppress evil!"

Zhou Xuanqing's star chart was suspended in mid-air, and countless star patterns fell down, temporarily freezing Qing Sha's figure.

"May the Buddha's light shine upon all, redeeming those who have committed sins!"

Master Wuyuan's prayer beads transformed into a golden wheel, and Buddhist light surged forth like a tide, scorching the black aura on Qing Sha's body.

"The moon's threads entwine the soul, locking away all demons and monsters!"

Zhao Qingyao's silver threads spread out like a spider web, silently wrapping around Qing Sha's limbs, the runes at the ends of the threads shimmering with soul-suppressing light.

The five elders finally made their move.

Instead of being frightened by the sudden attack, Qing Sha showed a hint of joy.

His body was filled with black energy, which forcefully shook off the star patterns and silver threads. However, he was struck by the whisk and sword light. He groaned and staggered backward, but the smile on his face only grew stronger.

He looked at the five people who emerged from the shadows, then at Lei Qianjue, who was lying on the ground barely alive. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he said, "Good, very good! All six sects have come out together. You think highly of Qing Sha! However, you've miscalculated! My clan's experts are not here, hahaha!"

The six people's expressions changed simultaneously, just as a loud bang came from the direction of the city lord's mansion: "Boom!!"

It was like the sky collapsing.

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(End of this chapter)