After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

Feng Xiaoling understood what the leader meant and respectfully accepted the order.

Xu Changluo was dragged all the way back to the Holy Lady's Palace by her disciples. No matter how much she shouted, she could not change the other disciples' ruthless locking actions.

She collapsed to the ground in despair, pulled out the moon hairpin that represented her status as a saint, and threw it to the ground in anger.

At this time, Xu Changluoduo wished that he was a mortal, or just an ordinary young disciple, and did not have to face so many twists and turns in the sect.

Looking at the Moonlight Hairpin not far away, Xu Changluo just felt ridiculous. He was still full of joy a few days ago when he got the Moonlight Hairpin, thinking that the disciples in the sect would finally recognize his identity as a saint. She respected it, but today's incident completely chilled her heart.

Sure enough, in the eyes of everyone, even her own mother, she would never have any room to speak.

She sat up from the ground and looked around at everything in the Holy Lady's Palace. Countless gold, silver and jade articles were piled up in the room, but there was not a single item related to the world of immortality.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, as if she had figured it out, and knocked down all the countless useless things that declared extravagance, leaving only a few charms and her natural musical instrument.

She picked up the moonlight hairpin from the ground, gestured to the broken mirror, and inserted the hairpin into her hair very casually. However, she was not as solemn as when she was able to wear the moonlight hairpin for the first time. She murmured to herself: "Since you let me take the position of saint, don't blame me for taking all the power I deserve."

She took off the jade pendant hanging around her waist that suppressed her cultivation. She felt her body being filled with spiritual power for a moment, making her sigh in relief.

She recalled that Xu Rongxin, the leader of the Yuehua Cult, held this jade pendant in front of her when she was a child and warned her that it was something that could save her life. Xu Changluo, who had never received much maternal love, had actually been deceiving himself until now.

Crushing the jade pendant into pieces, blood flowed along the fragments to the ground. Xu Changluo felt that the family ties in the world of immortality could be so indifferent. For the sake of power, even blood ties could be put aside.

The beautiful face of the girl in green is reflected in the broken mirror, as if something has changed, but also as if nothing has changed.

Elder Jiexun found Fang Yiqin's location and saw that he and Shen Mo were struggling to cooperate. He summoned an ordinary wooden sword and flew forward to help.

"You stinky boy, you are quite proud and arrogant in the sect. Why can't you cooperate now?" Although the elder of Jipu blamed him, on his face, he expressed his gratitude to their disciples for being able to hold on for so long. Praise for the ability to support the arrival.

Fang Yiqin had just stabbed Zhugui with his sword, jumped to the ground and said panting: "Don't talk about me, Master, why did you leave the sect with this wooden sword?"

Elder Jie Pun snorted coldly and did not care too much about his disciple.

Shen Mo glanced at the two masters and apprentices without saying a word.

When Zhu Gui saw that he recognized the person, he said arrogantly: "Hey, isn't this the boy who is playing swordsman? It has been a hundred years and you have become like this. However, the way you struggled under my claws a hundred years ago was really shocking. Miss you."

"You!" As soon as Elder Jiexun saw Zhugui, he thought of those fellow disciples who died a hundred years ago. He was about to rush forward with red eyes, but calmed down at the critical moment.

"Senior Brother Yun, are you okay?" Shen Mo asked.

Elder Jipu shook his head and said, "I almost fell into the trap of this old monster just now."

He waved Fang Yiqin over and said: "Looking at the situation now, I'm afraid the other two sects won't come again. Yi Qin, in a moment you retreat behind me and the weapon refiner elder, conserve your strength, and see Tian Qingfeng's The two disciples pulled them away from the battle. If the situation was not right, they might have to call in Heaven."

Fang Yiqin's face turned pale when he heard this. He asked for the way of heaven. No matter how it sounded, it was something that only his sister could do. He himself was very disgusted with the way of heaven. Moreover, with his dazzling status as the successor of the messenger of heaven, he We don’t want Fang Jingqiu to be exposed just yet.

People are as afraid of being famous as they are of being strong, and they still don’t know whether the consequences of exposing their sister’s identity will be pros or cons.

But if it really comes to the point where he must ask for help from heaven, Fang Jingqiu's identity will be hidden even if he wants to.

Here, Fang Jingqiu and others arranged the formation, walked to the key position, injected spiritual power to activate the formation, and instantly complex and ancient patterns appeared on the ground, covering the candle ghost.

Seeing this, Shen Mo was overjoyed and said to Elder Jiexun, "Senior Brother Yun, maybe we won't go to the step of asking for help from Heaven."

"Oh, do you really believe in the formations set up by the disciples?" Elder Jiepu frowned and said as he dodged the Zhugui's attack.

"I have seen this formation before. It was a restraint formation specially drawn by Junior Brother Suilin after the war to target big monsters like Zhugui. Senior brother, even if you no longer believe in the strength of Tianqing Peak disciples, you should still believe in Junior Brother Suilin's formation." Shen Mo explained.

Hearing this, Elder Jiexun felt a little more relaxed and said, "In that case, I will settle the grudges with Zhugui for so many years and avenge my fellow disciples who died a hundred years ago."

Shen Mo nodded and thought: "After I have avenged Master and the others and returned to the sect to take care of things, I can go into seclusion with peace of mind."

There was fire in his eyes, and his heart was full of fighting spirit for revenge.

The candle ghost was restrained by the formation and felt that all the spiritual energy in his body was passing away. He watched unwillingly as countless monks he despised caused damage to his body, but had no way to fight back.

Elder Jiexun dragged the wooden sword towards it and said: "Zhugui, a hundred years ago you monsters harmed more than 9000 disciples of our Tianyun Sect, and countless monks in the world of immortality. Today is the time for you to pay for it with your life! "

After saying that, he raised his wooden sword and slashed at it. Shen Mo was not to be outdone. He controlled his own magic weapon and attacked it. At that moment, the majestic spiritual power was forced by the attack to spurt crazily to the outside. The unsuspecting monks and monsters were blown a hundred meters away.

Fang Jingqiu didn't notice, and almost ended up in the same embarrassment as the others. Fortunately, Wang Beiwang threw the magic weapon in time to protect the other three people, and they survived.

After Zhugui was killed, other little monsters also turned into ashes. Shen Mo looked at all this and said: "Before, when I saw these monsters that couldn't be killed, I wondered if Zhugui was using himself. Transformed into flesh and blood, now it seems that I really guessed right."

The elder of Discipline Punishment did not say a word, but quietly looked at the corpses of the Demon Suppression Division now strewn in the field, and the actions of other disciples rummaging through the pile of corpses to find their fellow disciples. In a trance, it seemed as if he had returned to that battle again, and he knelt down. The person rummaging for corpses on the ground became himself, and every corpse he rummaged through might be his fellow sect member.

"Master, the other disciples are here and are waiting for you to arrange the rest." Fang Yiqin interrupted the elder's memories.

Seeing that the disciples brought out were more or less injured, Elder Jipu said: "Yu Qing, please count the number of disciples who sacrificed this time, and take back all the bones that can be brought back. Those who cannot be brought back will be taken away." Take the jade plaque away."

Yu Qing bowed his hands and accepted the order.