After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Fortunately, the succubus only howled once, then curled up whimpering, not daring to make another sound.

The chill on Li Fuyi's body also dissipated, and he became more focused.

In the middle of the palace, Jing Huan was questioning Shen Changxun at the top of his lungs.

"Master Shen Feng!" Her voice echoed in the hall, her anger spreading with it. "Why do you want to humiliate my senior sister like this?!"

Tears glistened in her eyes, and she looked like a weakling who was being bullied, trying to hold on. "How did my senior sister ever let you down, let down your Purple Chen Sword Sect?!"

"What is the Tianyao Women's Sect? We have never heard of it before. If you feel that our Lingshui Sect is of low status and unworthy of your Zichen Sword Sect, you can speak frankly!"

"Even though we are women, we don't have to be dependent on the spineless men."

Led by her, the other disciples of Lingshui Sect stepped forward one after another and launched wave after wave of fierce questioning at Shen Changxun in righteous indignation.

At the same time, the originally sweet fragrance of peach blossoms in the hall gradually became more intense and sweet, invisibly touching the hearts of the guests.

Their minds became slightly hazy under the influence of the fragrance, and they were unconsciously infected by the emotions of the Lingshui Sect disciples and began to subconsciously echo their words.

Those with lesser cultivation base, under the influence of this fragrance, could not help but reveal their deep-seated doubts and dissatisfaction with the Zichen Sword Sect.

Jing Huan glanced at the sect leaders and clan masters, and when he confirmed the confusion and hesitation on their faces, he became more confident.

While confronting Shen Changxun, he secretly practiced the secret method quickly to stimulate the Taoyao Mixiang in his body to the extreme.

Shen Changxun was naturally unmoved and still held Ling Ruoshui, who clenched her teeth and refused to say a word.

He let Jing Huan jump up and down without even paying her a glance.

Jing Huan's gaze wandered around the hall, finally settling on Mo Zheng, who was sitting in the upper seat, and he leaned over as if seeking protection.

"Ying Xi, look at your senior brother bullying my senior sister like this, and as the head master, don't you do anything about it?" He called out to Ying Xi without any haste, and his words were full of familiarity and reliance.

If these two were alone, it would be fine.

But in such occasions, her coquettish demeanor, which was three parts coquettishness and seven parts complaining, seemed a little frivolous.

It makes people have to re-examine her relationship with Mo Zheng, as if there is something fishy going on besides being familiar with each other.

The Taiwei sword in Li Fu's hand was raised up like a silver snake, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jing Huan's eyebrows.

"Jing Huan! You'd better respect yourself." His voice was as cold as ice. "My master's character is precious, and it's not something a scum like you can slander!"

The Jing Huan in front of him was extremely shameless. Even at this point, he still wanted to seduce the master and ruin the reputation of the Zichen Sword Sect!

The cold light from the tip of the sword reflected on Jing Huan's face, and her expression changed slightly, but only for a moment.

Then she looked straight into Mo Zheng's eyes, trying her best to suppress the remaining Tao Yao in her body and pour it out to Mo Zheng.

Whether they can have a chance of survival this time depends on this.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with a hint of grievance and confusion. "Ying Xi, your disciple actually pointed a sword at me! I... I..."

"You and I have known each other for a long time... We are very compatible. You even call me your confidant."

Her face was filled with shame and pain, as if she and Mo Zheng had an unknown deep friendship.

"And we let him do this!" Her voice rose a few notches, filled with anger and disappointment at being betrayed.

It was as if a teacher was helplessly angered by his unfilial disciples, and it was as if he was questioning why Mo Zheng tolerated such an offense.

Mo Zheng, who was sitting in the main seat, had nothing in his hands and was one of the few people present who did not use any weapon.

No matter what Jing Huan did just now, his face remained calm and reserved, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Now that he had become the focus of everyone's attention, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned sideways with a slightly Wan'er look to face Li Fuyi beside him.

In the silence, he slowly raised his hand and gently patted the back of his hand that was tightly holding the Taiwei Sword.

His lips moved slightly, and he whispered a few words to Li Fuyi.

Li Fuyi immediately understood what he meant, nodded, and then put down the sword that was pointing at Jing Huan. Without even looking at Jing Huan, he retreated and stood behind Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng took a step forward slowly, raised his right hand lightly in the air, and his natal sword, Xinyan, which was shining brightly, quietly appeared in his hand.

The sword emitted a strong halo of light, which made Jing Huan stumble back half a step.

The next moment, he and several other peak masters raised their swords, pointing the tips of their swords at Jing Huan.

"Put away your Taoyao, it... is useless!" Mo Zheng's voice was calm and firm, penetrating the hall.

"Tell me! What plans do you, the Tianyao Women's Sect, have for my Zichen Sword Sect?"

At his scolding, the guests who were bewitched by Tao Yao instantly regained consciousness.

They all looked at the women in pink around them in horror and realization, and quickly moved away from them.

In a short while, all the female disciples of Lingshui Sect were separated invisibly. They gathered together like an isolated island.

Seeing the desperate situation of being surrounded by enemies on all sides, Ling Ruoshui's eyes met with those of his junior sister Jing Huan, and that look was full of farewell.

With a shrill scream, she chose the most extreme way - to self-destruct under the nose of Tiandao.

He hoped to sacrifice himself in order to buy his fellow disciples a chance of survival, giving them a chance to escape in the chaos.

However, the Zichen Sword Sect came prepared, so how could they fulfill her wish?

Shen Changxun's preparations were far more thorough than she had imagined.

He stomped his feet heavily, and a powerful force surged. The golden formation broke out of the ground like the earth's crust, trapping Ling Ruoshui inside.

The huge shock wave generated by the self-explosion and the scattered body fragments hit the formation violently, causing the surface of the formation to tremble slightly, but failed to shake it at all, nor did it hurt anyone around.

Those female disciples of Lingshui Sect who took the opportunity to launch an attack on the temple gate and tried to rush out were also forced to retreat.

Outside the door, the sword curtain launched by the three elders was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking their only way of escape.

In terms of cultivation, each elder is far superior to Jing Huan, and they have no chance of winning at all.

"Senior Sister Jing Huan, what should we do?" The female disciples surrounding Jing Huan were completely panicked, and their eyes all turned to Jing Huan, seeking the last support.

Jing Huan's eyes were fixed on Mo Zheng, watching him leading a group of people closer step by step, and even her voice, which had always been gentle and controlled, was lost.

Her voice was as hoarse as an old woman's. "Junior sisters, the first rule of the sect is that anyone who reveals the sect's location... will die!"

Her words were like ice, sending a piercing chill down the spines of the women around her, causing their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyeballs were blood red, and determination and madness burned in his blood red gaze.

"The Charm God Ancestor will help us!"

"Kill! If you can't get out, you will die!"