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

Although Jing Huan's words sounded terrifying, the actual battle in the meeting hall was a complete crushing one.

Lingshui Sect leader Ling Ruoshui committed suicide by self-destruction, and Jing Huan didn't even have time to self-destruct before Li Fuyi destroyed his cultivation with a palm and captured him alive.

The remaining women fought stubbornly, but none of them surrendered or begged for mercy.

Most of them died in the battle, and only a few were left. They were taken to the dungeon together with Jing Huan.

Before the setting sun rose above the horizon, the bloodstains on the steps had been washed away.

The guests invited to the ceremony sat in the blood-stained meeting hall and learned that Lingshui Sect was actually a minion of Tianyao Female Sect.

Originally, they were unwilling to believe it, but everything that happened before their eyes forced them to accept this fact.

If it weren't for Nan Yubai's cup of medicinal wine, even if the medical practitioner was caught off guard, he might not have been able to escape the fate of becoming a puppet or a cauldron.

I have to believe it!

They came here happily and joyfully, but they all rushed back anxiously and sadly to discuss countermeasures.

The appearance of the Tianyao Female Sect is no joke.

It would be fine if I didn’t know, but now that I know, I must make full preparations.

The last time the Tianyao Female Sect appeared in the world, it brought about a bloody catastrophe. Its impact was so far-reaching that it even led to the demise of several major sects that were on par with the Zichen Sword Sect.

The number of immortal kings who were involved and died was shocking.

This has also indirectly led to the situation where even the immortals who have survived the calamity of stepping into the immortal realm can be respectfully addressed as immortal kings.

In the previous prosperous times, it was not uncommon for small sects to have several true immortals in charge. Only masters who had reached the realm of Xuanxian were worthy of the title of "Immortal Lord".

Being caught up in the catastrophe, they were unable to remain immune and had to fight back. This was the case for Xianju, and there were countless others like it.

Li Fuyi followed his master to see the disciples who were unconscious due to the death of their fellow Taoist of Lingshui Sect.

They had lost their disguises, their faces were pale, their bodies were weak, and their spiritual power was stretched to the limit.

When he left the medicine room, he heard his master sighing deeply, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him.

Then I heard Master suddenly say, "Fuyi, this world is going to be in chaos."

"How come...it came so quickly..."

"This is just like a mess, it's a mess."

In the previous life, the turmoil in the Piaomiao Realm was also caused by the emergence of the Tianyao Female Sect.

However, the entry point they chose was not the Zichen Sword Sect, but an unknown small sect of independent cultivators.

The method used is similar to boiling a frog in warm water, expanding quietly and covertly.

By the time everyone discovered the clues, all the sects had been infiltrated like a sieve. Even the Zichen Sword Sect lost a lot of middle and lower-level disciples.

The timeline doesn't match up even more. Even though Mo Zheng was led by the task at that time and was exhausted from dealing with it, he couldn't remember the exact time.

But the time difference of two or three hundred years is too big...

Looking at Li Fuyi, whose eyes were filled with confusion and worry, Mo Zheng was suddenly stunned. How could he have said what he was thinking just like that?!

"Nothing, the Tianyao Female Sect has appeared in the world, and I just feel a little emotional." He didn't care whether it was an attempt to hide the truth or not.

Mo Zheng quickly picked up a topic to divert Li Fuyi's attention and threw Xin Yanjian into the air, "Master is going to Lieyue Sect, Fuyi, do you want to go with us?"

When Li Fuyi heard that it was the Lieyue Sect, he quickly took out the Taiwei Sword. The master and disciple flew across the sky like meteors and headed straight for the Lieyue Sect.

In front of the open gate of the Lieyue Sect, Mu Jinshu stood there and watched the disciples escorting one Lieyue Sect disciple after another out.

Looking at the gold-inlaid plaque on the top, he seemed to be lost in thought.

When Mo Zheng saw this, he knew that the battle was over and was coming to an end, so he landed directly next to Mu Jinshu.

"Senior Brother Jinshu."

Seeing that it was Mo Zheng leading Li Fuyi, Mu Jinshu smiled a little more, "Master, is everything in the sect ready?"

Mo Zheng nodded slightly and glanced at the disciples of the Lieyue Sect who were under guard.

Although there are a large number of people, most of them have mediocre cultivation. Except for a few in the fusion stage and the Mahayana stage who seem to be in charge, there are no others with higher cultivation.

's brows furrowed, and none of the three elders of the Lieyue Sect were among them.

"Did you... run away?"

Mu Jinshu pointed to the steep eaves on the upper left, "One of them exploded up there."

"The other one is behind that door." Following his pointing, Mo Zheng and Li Fuyi instantly discovered that the bloodstains behind the door on the right were extremely dense.

"The remaining one surnamed Long was very cunning. He pushed these two out to stop us, and then took advantage of the gap between the two self-destructions to escape."

Mo Zheng tried hard to search for his memories of his previous life, but he had no impression of Elder Long.

"Brother, you have worked hard. He can escape for a while, but he can't escape forever."

Mu Jinshu nodded and looked at the subdued Lieyue Sect disciples. "Although these disciples' cultivation is not high, there are quite a few of them. We can escort them back and interrogate them later. Perhaps we can get some information."

Although this is the most passive method at present, it is also the safest method.

At this moment, a disciple hurried over with a hint of urgency on his face: "Report to the Sect Master and Peak Master! We have discovered something unusual in the back mountain."

Mo Zheng and Mu Jinshu looked at each other and said, "Take us there immediately."

To be able to escape from the siege of a Xuanxian realm, Elder Long must have used some means. The traces he left behind may be the key to tracking him.

The group quickly rushed to the back mountain, only to see a mess. A large area on the low hillside was burned black, with no grass growing.

There were some strange symbols left in the center, which looked very much like the rune diagrams of the formation they often used.

But no one present could recognize any of the symbols that made up them, let alone interpret them.

Mu Jinshu bent his waist, squinted his eyes, and walked around the traces, and the more he looked, the more familiar they seemed to him.

Suddenly, he took out a yellowed book from the brocade bag and began to carefully compare the familiar symbols on the ground.

As time passed, his expression gradually became solemn.

Finally, he waved to Mo Zheng and lowered his voice a little hurriedly, "This is indeed the remnant of the formation, but it is not from our Piaomiao Realm."

"Brother, take a look. This and this, and this and this, don't they have similarities?"

Mo Zheng's eyes moved back and forth between the book in Mu Jinshu's hand and the debris on the ground.

Indeed, the symbols pointed out by Mu Jinshu are not exactly the same as those remaining here.

But the similarities between them are obvious, and they obviously come from the same source.

"Senior Brother Jinshu, what are these symbols?" Mo Zheng asked, pointing at the book in Mu Jinshu's hand.

Mu Jinshu glanced at Mo Zheng and Li Fuyi, and lowered his voice even more, as if afraid of being overheard by others: "Ghost Realm."

He flipped forward a few pages and saw the subtitle - "Ghostland Miscellaneous Talks".

Mo Zheng and Li Fuyi both felt a pang of fear in their hearts, and their expressions were no less solemn than Mu Jinshu's.