I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was nearly twenty years old. She was pretty and elegant, with an extremely beautiful appearance. Her eyes were like orchids in a valley, making people unforgettable at first sight.

No wonder his predecessor would rather give up a bright future, not only to peek into the resting place of the female disciples of the Emei Sect, but also to kill his seventh uncle Mo Shenggu with his own hands. He became a traitor of Wudang and was hated by everyone, and finally died at the hands of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Junior Sister Zhou, nice to meet you."

In Song Qingshu's memory, Zhou Zhiruo was still a ten-year-old girl when she was brought back to Wudang Mountain by her master.

Although she was quiet and well-behaved, it was her nature for children to be talkative and cheerful after spending some time together. I didn't expect that when we met again, she seemed like a different person, now reserved in her politeness and cautious in her courtesy.

I guess it's because the Emei sect's rules are very strict, and Master Miejue has a stern face all day long, which suppresses her original nature.

At this time, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo stood together, like a perfect couple. The childhood playmates should have talked more after meeting again after a long separation, but Zhou Zhiruo just greeted them briefly and turned her head to stand back beside her master.

Nun Miejue was thinking about fighting the Ming Cult to the death. After the two sides exchanged greetings, she immediately asked, "How many people did Wudang send? Have they fought against the demons from the Demon Cult?"

"The Wudang Sect, including my father and three generations of disciples, totaling thirty-two people, arrived at the agreed-upon Yixian Gorge three days ago."

"We fought three rounds with the Giant Wood and Fiery Fire flags of the Demon Cult's Five Elements Flags, killing several demons, but fortunately no one was injured."

Nun Miejue nodded. Although the number of people sent by Wudang was small, they were all masters. Moreover, Wudang was very strict in accepting disciples. In addition to aptitude, character and personality must also be of the best.

Therefore, the fact that 32 people came this time can be said to be a full display of their generosity.

"As expected, the people from the Five Elements Flag have also arrived."

Master Miejue attached great importance to her status and was unwilling to show weakness in front of a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect. She said in a cold voice, "On the way, my Emei Sect encountered the help of the Sky Eagle Sect and the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, so it took some time."

As for the fact that his disciple Jingxu had died at the hands of Wei Yixiao, he did not mention it.

"I originally thought that since the White-browed Eagle King founded the Sky Eagle Sect, he would set up his own sect and would not interfere in the affairs of the Demon Sect. But when Bright Summit was in trouble, the old man Yin Tianzheng came all the way from the south to help."

Although Nun Miejue was stubborn and self-willed, she was much stronger than Kongtong Sect and Huashan Sect. Song Qingshu said, "The other four sects haven't arrived yet either. I think they also encountered an ambush by the Demon Sect on the way."

"Ah!"

Nun Miejue sneered and did not respond. Without the three sects of Shaolin, Wudang and Emei to support them in front, even if they arrived at Kunlun, Kongtong and Huashan, they would have to pretend that they had not arrived.

Song Qingshu took the opportunity to take a look at the disciples of Emei Sect. When Jingxuan introduced him just now, he did not see Zhang Wuji and Yin Li. Logically, at this point, Zhang Wuji should appear with Emei Sect.

"Did something go wrong?"

Actually, this was all because of Song Qingshu. That day at Zhuwu Lianhuan Manor, Zhu Jiuzhen was mentioned by Wu Qingying in person about raising a fierce dog. Zhu Jiuzhen was worried that Song Qingshu would be disgusted after knowing it, so she rarely let the dog hurt anyone again.

In this way, Zhang Wuji, who finally escaped from the deep valley, would not be attacked by the vicious dog, Yin Li would have no reason to retaliate against Zhu Jiuzhen, and Wu Lie would not ask He Taichong and his wife and Ding Minjun for help later. Naturally, Master Miejue would not encounter Zhang Wuji and Yin Li.

It’s just that Song Qingshu doesn’t know these details yet.

"Then we'll trouble Young Master Song to lead the way. We'll go west first and meet up with the heroes of the Wudang Sect." Everyone was preparing to continue on their journey, but before they had taken a few steps, suddenly a blue flame shot up into the sky from the southeast.

Song Qingshu knew that it was Yin Liting who sent the signal, so he quickly apologized and ran towards the direction where the flames rose.

How could the people of Emei Sect just stand by and watch? Jing Xuan waved his hand, and the disciples immediately followed. But who would have thought that in just a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu had actually run dozens of feet away, and his back was no longer clear.

"How can he, a third-generation disciple, have such a high level of cultivation?"

Not only Jingxuan and others were secretly shocked, even Master Miejue frowned slightly, wondering if Zhang Sanfeng had some magical power that could train a disciple who was only in his twenties to such an extent.

When everyone crossed a sand dune and got closer, they were shocked to find dozens of corpses lying on the sand, but they were neither members of the Ming Cult nor disciples of the six major sects.

"Sixth Uncle, are you okay?"

Song Qingshu and Yin Liting stood in the middle of the field. Yin Liting slowly sheathed his sword. It was obvious that he had just been through a fierce fight. Fortunately, he did not seem to be injured.

"The three servants of White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Yin Wufu, Yin Wuyuan, and Yin Wushou, are indeed a bit troublesome. In addition, the man holding the yellow flag should be Yan Yuan, the flag bearer of the Thick Earth Flag."

Yin Liting looked at the corpses lying around nearby and sighed. If the people from the Sky Eagle Sect had joined forces with the Thick Earth Flag, they would have had the upper hand, but they retreated on their own initiative. It seems that the rumors about the discord between the Sky Eagle Sect and the Five Elements Flag were not groundless.

When several disciples of the Emei Sect saw that they could still see the figures of the Demon Sect members in the north, they immediately wanted to chase after them.

Song Qingshu's figure flashed and stopped several people. Jingxuan also shouted from behind: "Brother, come back. The Demon Cult has many tricks. We can't catch up with the Five Elements Flag!"

Yin Liting stepped forward to pay his respects to Nun Miejue and said respectfully, "Nun Miejue, please understand. A few days ago, the Wudang Sect fought with the Five Elements Flag of the Demon Sect. My seventh brother Mo and I wanted to pursue the victory, but fortunately Qingshu stopped us. Otherwise, we would have been injured by the firearms of the Fiery Flag."

The Kunlun Mountains in the Western Regions were rich in kerosene, and the members of the Ming Cult under the Fiery Flag each carried an iron box filled with kerosene on their backs, which they would spray at the enemy and then set on fire.

When Master Miejue saw the corpses on the ground, some of them had their brains bursting out, and some had their chests sunken, apparently because they were hit by heavy objects. She nodded slowly.

"Who are these people?"

Yin Liting had been in the martial arts world for a long time and had a lot of experience. He immediately replied, "It was the Poyang Gang in the Jiangzhou area. No one was left alive. They all died at the hands of the giant wooden flag of the Demon Cult."

Nun Miejue showed no sympathy on her face. Instead, she said with displeasure in her tone, "Why did the Poyang Gang come here to cause trouble? Did the other four sects invite them here?"

The Emei Sect is a famous and upright sect in the martial arts world second only to Shaolin and Wudang. It has always looked down on the mixed and mixed gangs, so even for such a major event as the annihilation of the Ming Cult, it is unwilling to associate with them.

Yin Liting explained hurriedly, "No one invited us, but the leader of the Poyang Clan is an entry-level disciple of the Kongtong Clan. He must have heard the news that the six sects were going to encircle and suppress Guangmingding, so he came to serve the sect."

In order to destroy the Ming Cult, Master Miejue had already put her own safety aside, and naturally would not care about the lives of others. So when facing the annihilation of the Poyang Gang, she just snorted coldly.

Song Qingshu watched silently from the side, thinking that this old nun was indeed worthy of the name of extinction, and that she was actually a bit evil. (End of this chapter)