I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

"Why are you flying up there?"

There was no time for Lueying to answer.

joke!!

If we don't go soon, his wife will die!!

Ye Qiao then noticed that the moment the Jinghong Sword touched the demonic cultivator, countless interconnected electric nets tightly wrapped him within them. Among the sword spirits, only Han Shuang, Bujian Jun, and Lueying were capable of fighting him.

Flying Immortal and Soaring Swan are primarily magical attacks. Their melee combat abilities are very poor.

"Being scattered is also a terrifying thing," Bujianjun said softly. Although there is no obvious pain, the scattered sword spirits will fall into darkness for a moment, and each time it is like opening their eyes and seeing the light again when they are on the verge of death.

They were used to it, after all, they had followed countless sword masters. No sword cultivator was not a warmonger, but that didn't stop the Shadow Sword and the Soaring Swan Sword from being all lovey-dovey. The other party was simply unwilling to see his wife being beaten to a pulp.

At this moment, Ye Qiao understood Lue Ying's intention, and she couldn't help but utter two words from the bottom of her heart: "Damn it."

They deserve to die.

In recent years, Blade & Soul players can date, but those who are disciples can't. They're always busy with quests, busier than dogs.

No one is more miserable than them.

Ye Qiao, aiming for a swift victory, also wanted to join the battle by drawing his sword.

Fei Xianjian waved his hand, "You should go find this person's location first, Qiaoqiao. If we waste any more time, it will be too late. I have a feeling that if we don't deal with him, he will be a problem."

"But..." Ye Qiao paused slightly, "Can the two of them handle it?"

"This pair of adulterers will definitely be a mixed doubles team."

There is some basis to what the Flying Immortal Sword said. Ye Qiao looked up again and found that the clone was being forced to retreat by the two swords. The tip of the Shadow Sword flashed a light purple light and instantly cut the clone in two.

Before they could completely destroy the clone, she quickly turned around and looked for the location of the electric current.

Along the way, Ye Qiao kept holding the tower and randomly tossed rings. All the disciples who were detected by his divine sense were taken into the Ghost King Tower, while those disciples who were inexplicably suppressed in the tower and could not get out were extremely distressed.

Nobody told them that daily life in a major sect was this exciting. They barely escaped the pursuit of demonic cultivators, only to be brought to this godforsaken place.

The disciples who were brought in discovered that new disciples were being thrown in every so often, which gradually gave them some courage, and they began to communicate with each other.

"I'd like to ask," a disciple cautiously inquired, "who exactly is this person who has imprisoned us?"

"I don't know, they just glanced at me and, without saying a word, took everyone around me into a tower."

"Is it going to eat us?"

What kind of good people would lock them up the moment they meet them and say nothing?

Some people, after being locked in the tower, immediately began preparing their wills without saying a word.

*

The number of demonic cultivators who entered this time was large, and almost all of them were high-level demonic cultivators, ranging from Nascent Soul and Golden Core to Deity Transformation. Moreover, the number of Deity Transformation cultivators exceeded her expectations. Faced with such a massacre of low-level cultivators by high-level cultivators, even the elders probably did not expect it.

Moreover, the strength of the demonic cultivators who entered the sect should not be underestimated; otherwise, the Fourth Elder would not have been injured.

Following the current, Ye Qiao concealed her aura, affixed an invisibility talisman, and began preparing to deal with the big trouble first. The Jinghong Sword's tracking effect was excellent, and when she silently crept over, she bumped into the opponent's true form.

To her surprise, the other person didn't look very old.

His cultivation level was a level higher than hers, so the invisibility talisman was ineffective against him. Ye Qiao turned the sword in her hand and slashed down, covering layers of frost, and three sword spirits appeared.

"Found you." Almost the instant Ye Qiao arrived, the strategist also discovered that his clone had been killed by the two sword spirits. He wasn't surprised to see Ye Qiao catching up, and greeted her in a good mood, "We meet again, Ye Qiao?"

Ye Qiao looked at him cautiously.

She couldn't understand why these demonic cultivators always greeted her so enthusiastically. Did experts have to greet each other before they met? Couldn't they just start fighting?

The demonic cultivator saw her fighting spirit and smiled, "You want to fight me?"

Ye Qiao also put on a fake smile, "Yeah, don't you think we're wasting time chatting like this? Anyway, there's only one outcome: I'll win."

He exclaimed dramatically, "Wow! You really are just as arrogant and ignorant as the rumors say!"

That smug tone really makes you want to punch him and send him flying into outer space.

As Ye Qiao arrived, the demonic cultivators who had been lying in ambush there appeared silently and gradually gathered around her, their long swords drawn, the dense demonic energy mixed with the stench of blood making people nauseous.

She glanced around and felt dizzy. Can you imagine a dozen identical faces?

A group of over fifty people surrounded her, and a quick glance revealed that almost all of them were copied and pasted faces.

Are you addicted to creating clones?

Ye Qiao stomped her foot, and the sword trembled, its light blue shadow spreading out from her to freeze the ground, forming an ice wall. The demonic energy swirled and shattered the ice, swarming forward. With the help of the Flying Immortal Sword, their group attack was not so effective, but she was still not easy to deal with.

There were more than fifty people, and almost forty of them were clones; even if they were scattered, it would be useless.

The strategist seemed quite pleased with his masterpiece, smiling as he gently concealed his expression with his folding fan. "So, you should calm down and think about why I was able to quickly create a second clone after the first one was destroyed?"

He was leading her here.

Ye Qiao raised an eyebrow. She made wild guesses and tried to get some information out of him by arguing with him, "You must be the brains of your demonic cultivator side?"

"I wouldn't dare accept that." The boy raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ye Qiao tilted her head, snapping the demonic cultivator's weapon in half. With a backhand slash, she created an opening to speak. She asked, "I'm curious about something. Why do you think you're more skilled than I was, that I specifically came to find you?"

"Take care of my subordinates before you spout nonsense." He waved his hand, realizing Ye Qiao was trying to trick him into revealing information. The young man prepared to leave to find Elder Zhao's whereabouts. "I'm off now~~"

If he could successfully obtain the Sect Master's Token on this trip, it would be a victory over Ye Qiao. He had already planned how much praise he could receive upon returning to the Demon Lord.

As for Ye Qiao?

It doesn't matter, anyway, in his eyes all sword cultivators are a bunch of idiots.

"etc."

Ye Qiao had very little spiritual energy left, but she couldn't just watch this seemingly powerful person continue his massacre at Changming Sect. Her immediate priority was to find a way to keep him in check.

The boy stopped and looked back. "What? Trying to stall for time?"

"It's no use, you're destined to lose."

He snapped his fingers, and Ye Qiao became even more dizzy. Damn it, here we go again.

The young strategist separated himself into more than a dozen figures. At his command, these figures left their original positions. "I've sent them to give orders. There's no use in you keeping me here."

Ye Qiao did not answer. He did not see Jun reaping the successive waves of demonic cultivators. The dissipation of several figures had almost no effect on the main body. His junior uncle had also said that if he wanted to deal with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, he would have to find the main body.

It's impossible to find.

She was so confused by these dozen or so identical faces that she even became face blind. Ye Qiao clenched her fist, slightly annoyed. Using herself as the center, countless sword winds swept through and cleared the area. But then, damn it, they came again. This kind of separation and distraction was obviously irreversible damage to the demonic cultivators' spiritual consciousness. One by one, they became listless. Ye Qiao took this opportunity to send out her sword, and the strategist made his move at the same time.

The sword emitted a crisp hum, swirling up countless sword shadows. Ye Qiao raised her hand and swung the sword, a dark light suddenly falling in front of her. The young man unleashed the pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with a punch, preparing to strike her the instant her movements froze due to the pressure.

Ye Qiao made predictions in advance based on her inheritance.

He wasn't disappointed when his attack missed. The boy snapped his fingers and created another clone.

"It seems you haven't grasped the current situation yet?"

"Ye Qiao, you're surrounded by us. How dare you be so arrogant?"

Ye Qiao glanced at it and calmly suggested, "Why don't you wait until I've replenished my spiritual energy before we fight?"

He gave a fake smile: "Do you think that's possible?"

There's no point in saying more when you can't see eye to eye. Ye Qiao could sense that the boy's clone was very strong; otherwise, Jinghong and Lueying wouldn't have attacked at the same time. With both of them attacking her, Ye Qiao was completely suppressed. The opponent seemed to be very familiar with her fighting style, which undoubtedly made her feel somewhat restrained.

"..."

"That person looks very strong."

Frost Sword Style.

The three sword spirits tried to help, but the strategist seemed to have anticipated their actions. In the midst of the chaos, the demonic cultivators used some unknown means to divide the battlefield, with the sword spirits dealing with one group and Ye Qiao dealing with dozens of demonic cultivators by herself.

With their extensive combat experience, Bujianjun and Feixianjian could tell that Ye Qiao's initial rhythm had been completely disrupted by these clones.

Every skill at the Nascent Soul stage is truly disgusting.

"That person's cultivation level is only one level higher than Qiaoqiao's." Frost Sword said in bewilderment, "They're clearly demonic cultivators, yet they're all very weak."

Why is that boy different?

She didn't quite understand the reason behind it.

Jun calmly replied, "Because he is a demon, not a demonic cultivator."

Demonic cultivators and demons are different. Demons are pure and natural demons from the beginning of time, while demonic cultivators were mostly cultivators before they went astray and chose to become demons.

"This person comes from the Abyss of Demons, and can be considered a demon in the truest sense."

The pungent, foul stench made Bujian Jun not want to stay a second longer; he was all too familiar with the smell of these things.

Ye Qiao noticed the conversation between Bujian Jun and Han Shuang. Without pausing, she watched the boy approaching step by step, his eyes flashing with excitement. She finally understood why he was acting so strangely. The boy held a long knife in his hand and slashed fiercely at her left arm. The blade was stained with bright red killing intent. If he slashed down, not only would her arm be severed, but she would probably be cut in two.

This young man relied on the suppression of his cultivation level for each attack. When he touched her and saw the blood dripping, his expression was exceptionally excited, which was quite different from that of a demonic cultivator.

Demonic cultivators simply enjoy torture and killing, not the kind of perverted excitement they experience.

Ye Qiao turned her head and brought her knife down hard on the head. The boy tried to use the same trick to swing his knife around, but unexpectedly, someone grabbed his shoulder and flung him away. He was then thrown to the throat with a sword at his throat, and he looked slightly bewildered.

Why?

He turned his head and saw that Ye Qiao was standing behind him at some point.

"What do you think?" Ye Qiao met his blank gaze and gave him a forced smile, "Are you the only one who knows how to use a clone tactic?"

She can do it too.

Both are Nascent Soul stage, but Ye Qiao rarely uses them; she only tried them once during training.

"..." Bujianjun felt a bit of a stomachache from their laughter, and he was completely confused by their behavior of laughing so brightly when they clearly wanted to kill each other.

His expression changed slightly. Not to be outdone, he smiled back at her, "Oh? A clone? But a clone weakens the user, right? Are you sure?"

Even a clone wouldn't be enough to free her.

He's already calculated it.

Because, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Demon Emperor has fallen, and her domain has been forcibly torn apart, meaning that the domain capable of controlling the situation cannot be activated for the time being.

Furthermore, her sword strike blocked other demonic cultivators, depleting her spiritual energy, which required time to replenish. She personally had virtually no spiritual energy left to use.

Otherwise, Ye Qiao wouldn't have let the sword spirits choose to clear a path for her.

She currently has none of her tricky trump cards to play, so he is confident enough to deal with Ye Qiao.

Without saying a word, Ye Qiao slashed his throat with her sword.

The boy's hand, gripping her sword, was torn open. Seeing that she couldn't pierce his neck no matter what she did, Ye Qiao took out "Not Seeing You" again, suddenly lengthening it, trying to stab him to death.

"……"Depend on.

I forgot about this part.

The boy quickly released his grip and lay down on the ground. A dozen clones appeared in front of him like a Jenga game. He had a strong spiritual sense and could create twenty or thirty clones at once.

The ability to create clones, also known as splitting one's spirit, is possible as many times as desired when one's spiritual awareness is broad enough. His subordinates might only have a dozen or so at most, but he is different.

He has a lot of distractions.

Ye Qiao's sword failed to pierce the target. Looking at the dozen or so identical faces in front of her, which looked like copies, she became even more dizzy.

Oh shit.

"Are clones this fun?" Ye Qiao almost vomited. She was dizzy not only from swords, but also from seeing people who looked exactly like her. She grinned slightly, "Want to come and see mine?"

Come on, let's hurt each other! You're just a Nascent Soul stage clone, aren't you?

The strategist, hiding behind her subordinates, chuckled, "Alright, but I already told you, it's useless for you to split them up." She has no spiritual energy, so even if she split them up, it would only be a dozen or so people, which wouldn't be of much use.

Ye Qiao ignored him and quickly split her sea of ​​consciousness apart. One after another, identical figures overlapped and gradually increased in number. At first, the strategist was smiling, but when he saw the increasing number of figures, his smile froze.

The fact that she has very little spiritual energy left does not mean that there is a problem with her consciousness.

Soon Ye Qiao opened her eyes and found that she seemed to have split into many parts. She quickly stopped the tendency of her sea of ​​consciousness to split again. After stabilizing, more than a hundred Ye Qiaos looked at each other and made an ambiguous "wow" sound at the same time.

Wow~~

"Wow—" Exciting!

More than a hundred croaks—it really was a chorus of frogs!

It was a scene straight out of a nightmare.

The strategist's smile froze, his eyes widening slightly as he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

How could she, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, create so many clones?

Why is that?!

"Ye Qiao..." he murmured in a tone tinged with extreme fear and a touch of fantasy, "Ye Qiao, so many. So many, many Ye Qiao..."

"What should we do, sir?" a subordinate asked in alarm.

"It's obvious, we're doomed." While the strategist calmly uttered these two words, the clueless subordinate was still excited.

"Is the Changming Sect finally doomed?"

The strategist gritted his teeth: "We're fucking doomed."