Doman Forest, Land of Death.
This piece of land looked lush and dense during the day, but no one knew why there was such a strange place. Unless it was an evil beast that lived nearby for a long time, only then would they know that the large piece of land in the middle of this area looked the same as the surrounding area. It was covered with grass and trees, but in fact, it was a huge bottomless mud pit. The suction force of the mud was extremely strong. If ordinary people accidentally stepped into it, they would be sucked into it in a moment and would silently rot in the deep soil.
The reason why the Death Swamp got its name was because of the swamps. There were countless terrifying places like this that could kill people invisibly!
However, it was obvious that these people were not ordinary people.
The night in the Swamp of Death seemed to be shrouded in black clouds. Perhaps it was because of the fog that rose from the huge swamp every night.
The night sky was gray and hazy. Not to mention the moon, not even a single star could be seen.
Near the Bottomless Pit, where the young disciples of the Demonic Sect had spent the night, everything was quiet except for the ashes of the burning bonfire.
In the darkness, he could vaguely see the Demon Cult disciples curled up in their clothes, covering their bodies tightly. After all, the young people's cultivation was not enough to withstand the bone-piercing cold of the night in this dead swamp.
Emei Sect's disciples silently surrounded the group of people from all directions. In the darkness, they quietly waited for Priestess Jinghui's order.?
Nun Jinghui slowly stretched out her right hand and was about to say something…
Luan Xiaoqi, who was standing beside him, suddenly whispered,""Master."
Nun Jinghui's hand paused for a moment, feeling slightly dissatisfied. However, Luan Xiaoqi's position in his heart was not low, so he still asked patiently,"What's wrong?"
Luan Xiaoqi seemed to have sensed Nun Jinghui's dissatisfaction. After hesitating for a moment, she said,""Master, look at these Demon Cult people. Why isn't there even a night watchman?”
Nun Jinghui was stunned for a moment before she said,"These yellow-haired brats are arrogant. These days, our righteous sect has been underestimating our enemies. They have long thought that we can't withstand a single blow and don't put us in their eyes at all. It's not surprising that they didn't keep watch.”
Luan Xiaoqi's expression changed, but she finally fell silent.
Nun Jinghui ignored him. With a flip of her right hand, a green sword appeared in her hand. The Qingxia Sword flew into the air and glided across the night sky with a dazzling light.
All of Emei Sect's members held their breaths and spread out into the distance in the night. They swarmed over, but they did not realize that there was an endless killing intent!
There was a hint of desolation in that fragile light.
The last bit of ashes was quietly extinguished at this moment!
Darkness drowned!
A moment later, a crisp and sharp sound suddenly rang out. It was a sonorous dragon roar.
A green light, a blue light, a golden light, a white light, and a green light.
Five dazzling lights appeared in the darkness of the night like sharp swords that pierced through the sky. They suddenly appeared in the deepest part of the darkness and charged toward the Emei Sect disciples.?
Behind them, even more dazzling lights appeared one after another.
When Nun Jinghui saw this, her expression changed drastically!
It happened so suddenly. The Emei Sect disciples were shocked by the sudden change in the darkness, and they did not react immediately.?
At this moment, the well-prepared members of the Demon Cult appeared one after another. Each of them held a magic weapon and charged forward without any mercy. One side had the intention to kill, while the other side did not. Naturally, they had a great advantage. Moreover, the Demonic Sect disciples here were all outstanding figures from various sects. They killed people like flies. Their cultivation might not be as good as Nun Jinghui, but they were far better than ordinary Emei disciples.
At this moment, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The Righteous Dao and the Devil Dao had always hated each other, so they would not show mercy when they attacked. All kinds of lights flashed in the night sky, and miserable screams could be heard endlessly. The smell of blood suddenly rose and floated in this swamp.
At the forefront of the colorful lights, there was a dazzling green light. It was the Dragon Slaying Sword of the Hell Sect's Ghost Weep.
This young man, who had never shown off his abilities before, suddenly became so dazzling. The Dragon Slaying Sword let out a loud bang, and a green light shot into the sky. It wrapped around its owner, and it charged into the crowd of Emei Sect disciples without any hesitation.?
It was the most brilliant light in the night. His eyes were cold, but there seemed to be fanaticism in the depths of his pupils, as if he longed for the blood that burst out from the cold light in front of him.
Several Emei Sect disciples in the lead turned into blood rain after the green light flashed past.
The crowd clamored and surrounded him, but Ghost Weep did not seem to care about the enemies behind him. He only looked forward and charged straight at the place with the most people. He was unstoppable and wherever he passed, blood and flesh flew.
A moment later, the other members of the Demon Cult followed. They all took out their magic treasures and fought against Emei Sect.?
Luan Xiaoqi was still shocked by her master, Nun Jinghui, and shouted,""Master, be careful…"
However, it was as if Nun Jinghui could not hear anyone's warning at all. At this moment, he was completely different from the Emei Sect Master who was the leader of the orthodox sects. He held the Qingxia Sword in his hand and turned into the Demon Slaughtering Light!
She didn't know how many Demonic Sect disciples had surrounded her, but she didn't even turn around to look. The Green Cloud Immortal Sword danced in the night sky. Countless drops of blood splattered in front of her, drenching her clothes.
In the end, countless Demon Cult followers chased after her, and those in front of her did not dare to resist. Everyone fled, not daring to face this crazy demon-like person.
Then, an ear-piercing sound came from the depths of the darkness. A green light flashed and a sword light descended from the sky, heading straight for Nun Jinghui's head.
Priestess Jinghui snorted. The black immortal sword that was flying around to kill the enemy instantly flew back. She grabbed it and stabbed it straight into the sky. In an instant, the black light flourished and soared into the sky. Unexpectedly, the person in the sky was even more powerful. A green light appeared and actually suppressed him in a green light.
Nun Jinghui's phoenix eyes widened. She knew that the experts of the Demonic Sect had come. Although the unknown magic weapon in the air looked inconspicuous, it ignored the sharp sword light of the Qingxia Immortal Sword and quickly pressed down with heavy pressure.
Nun Jinghui's expression instantly understood a little as the pressure of the green light came. She suddenly shouted and flew backward. Just a moment later, the green light rumbled down and created a big pit of ten feet in the place where she was originally standing. The strength was so fierce that it was obvious that this person was extremely powerful.
Luan Xiaoqi's body leaped backward. When the people from Emei Sect behind her saw this, they came forward to receive her.?However, when she rushed into the crowd of Demon Cult members, she was surrounded by enemies. Before she could stand firm, she felt a sharp pain in her body. In a moment, three or four sharp blades had already cut into her body.
Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain and dyed her clothes red. Luan Xiaoqi's eyes twitched, but she didn't flinch or show any fear. The Blue Water Sword's light became even more dazzling as her blood splattered everywhere. It spun around her body, and a Demon Sect disciple immediately let out a miserable cry as he staggered back. His arm was broken and he spat out blood. It seemed that he was not going to live.
When everyone saw how vicious these Emei women were, they were momentarily stunned.
A moment later, the Demon Cult charged over. The people from Emei Sect did not dare to continue fighting, so they retreated.?Nun Jinghui slowly appeared at the spot where the Demonic Sect disciples were defeated. Her face revealed a trace of malevolence, and she no longer had the usual immortal posture!
At that moment, the intense battle in the arena gradually stopped. The people from Emei Sect gradually gathered behind Mistress Jinghui. The righteous cult disciples also stood together. At the front were Ghost Weep, Elder Wu, and the others. An Emei Sect female disciple who stood at the side walked over and helped Luan Xiaoqi bandage her wound to stop the bleeding. At the same time, she whispered,"Senior Sister, why do you not take your life seriously?”
Luan Xiaoqi's heart warmed. She nodded and said in a low voice,""Thank you, Junior Sister."
Jinghui's gaze paused on the injured Luan Xiaoqi for a moment. She seemed to have the intention to go over and console her, but she held back in the end. Ever since Duanmu Aoxue left, both parties got along quite well, but only Nun Jinghui remained cold to Luan Xiaoqi in Emei Sect. Everyone knew the reason.?It was just that no one wanted to bring up the past scars, so Luan Xiaoqi had always been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Nun Jinghui.
However, seeing that Luan Xiaoqi was injured, Nun Jinghui was a little concerned. She turned to Xiao Yicai and whispered,"Zi 'er, is your Senior Sister Luan Xiaoqi's injury alright?”
The woman named Zi 'er was the one who had bandaged Luan Xiaoqi's wound. She glanced at Priestess Jinghui. Zi' er understood and nodded slightly. Only then did Priestess Jinghui relax.
In front of them, Nun Jinghui had a cold expression on her face. Her right hand held the magic treasure "Qingxia Sword" tightly as she whispered to everyone,"Prepare the Flower Dance Array!"
He wanted to sneak over, but he was tricked by these Demon Cult juniors. She cast a cursory glance over. In just a short while, Emei Sect had already lost one-third of their men, while the righteous and demonic sects had almost no casualties.?
Elder Wu looked at the people from Emei Sect in front of him, and his eyes sparkled. He suddenly said softly,"Young Master Ghost Weep, you are indeed wise. I admire you!”
Ghost Weep smiled and said," It was just a coincidence. In the future, there will be many things that I can rely on Elder Wu for. I hope Elder Wu will not be stingy with your guidance."”
Elder Wu obviously didn't dare to belittle him anymore. He nodded and said,""I wouldn't dare."
The female disciples of Emei felt their hearts turn cold when they saw the evil gazes of the people of the Demonic Sect.
The night was so strange, as if something was about to happen…
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