Evil Master and Disciple

His Majesty the Emperor was unwilling to leave the palace.

Although he was also very scared, he was the true dragon emperor and the king of men after all.

As soon as something happened, the king of the world ran away in disgrace. It would be a disgrace if the news got out.

He wanted to preserve the royal family's reputation, but all the princes and ministers were very afraid of losing their lives.

If His Majesty the Emperor does not leave, then they, the ministers, cannot leave either.

So, these princes and ministers all begged His Majesty to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

After some persuasion, His Majesty the Emperor reluctantly agreed to leave.

One decree after another was passed down.

The palace maids, eunuchs and others in the imperial city all ran quickly to the north.

The Royal Guards guarding the imperial city also immediately moved away from Si Tianjian after receiving the order to retreat.

They all knew that it was impossible for mortals to participate in a fight between cultivators, and they couldn't even get close, otherwise they would be easily killed by the aftermath of the energy.

Ye Feng was worried about the scene of countless casualties in the imperial city due to the fighting between cultivators, but it did not happen.

The only place in the imperial city that is in turmoil now is Si Tianjian in the southwest corner of the imperial city.

In addition, it is the end of the year and there are almost no officials on duty in the imperial city.

Now His Majesty the Emperor has issued an order for a complete retreat. The palace maids and eunuchs have also received the news and started to evacuate out of the palace.

The impact of tonight's riot on mortals in the imperial city will be minimized.

After the Emperor left the Purple Palace, Yunxuzi immediately took several high-ranking officials from the Sitianjian and flew towards the Sitianjian.

Si Tianjian was the result of his hard work in establishing himself in the imperial court. It took a lot of effort to build it to its current size. If the loss was too great tonight, everything would be over.

Just as he flew less than a hundred feet, a black light descended from the sky and attacked Yunxuzi, startled and stabbed him with a sword.

There was a loud bang.

Yunxuzi was knocked back from the sky by the black light and landed outside the Zichen Palace.

Several other people were also attacked and fell down.

At this moment, outside the Purple Palace, in addition to the six Confucian sages, there were also twenty or thirty Confucian great scholars.

Dean Qiu and others had long noticed that a large number of monks from the Demon Sect had been hiding in mid-air.

They knew the plan of the Demon Cult in advance. The Demon Cult was not out to kill people, nor was it to be an enemy of the royal family. The Demon Cult made such a big fuss tonight for only two things: to use the sundial on the observatory to repair the broken jade sundial, and to steal the jade crown needle from the Jiaotai Hall.

The reason why these masters of the Demon Cult chose to take action tonight is because the top leaders of Si Tianjian and the six sub-saints will gather together tonight.

About two hundred demonic monks appeared in the air.

Leading the group were two withered old men, who could barely be identified as a man and a woman.

The withered old man among them said slowly, "Everyone, tonight's events will soon be over. Please wait here for a moment."

Dean Qiu stepped forward, squinting his eyes at the two old men of the Demon Sect, and said loudly, "You monks have violated the contract and openly offended the imperial majesty. No matter what you intend to do tonight, as long as we, the Confucianists, are here, you will not be able to accomplish your goal."

"Oh, who is your Excellency?"

"Qiu Changlin."

"So you are the head of the six sub-sages of Confucianism today, Qiu Yuanshou. If it were a Confucian sage who said this, we might be a little apprehensive tonight."

"These words from a mere sub-sage don't carry enough weight."

Dean Qiu smiled calmly and said, "Oh, really?"

He turned to the chess master Zhuge Xuance and the poet Li Ling and said, "Brother Zhuge, Brother Li, please proceed to Jiaotai Hall. I and the others will handle this."

Zhuge Xuance and Li Ling nodded, chanted a spell silently, and disappeared from the spot.

The old man said hoarsely, "It seems that Dean Qiu already knows what we are planning tonight."

Dean Qiu narrowed his eyes and said, "The reappearance of the star map indicates that you want to repair the Jade Sundial. However, there is no need to make such a big fuss just to repair the Jade Sundial. You already know that the Jade Crown Needle is stored in the Jiaotai Hall.

Even if you repair the Jade Sundial, it will be useless without the Jade Crown Needle. You attacked the Imperial City for the Jade Crown Needle."

The old man snorted, "My Holy Church will definitely get the Jade Crown Needle tonight."

"Haha, what a boast!" Nangong Qinghui, who was playing the qin, stood out from the crowd and said, "My Confucianism never gets involved in the affairs of the cultivation world. You haven't taken action for many years. Do you really think that my Confucianism is without anyone? I, Nangong Qinghui, would like to learn from your superior tactics."

Nangong Qinghui stepped into the air and walked towards the night sky.

With every step taken, everyone heard a dull sound of footsteps.

After seven steps, Nangong Qinghui was already hanging in the air.

A surge of righteous energy surrounds his whole body.

He stretched out his hand and a ray of light flashed and stopped in front of him.

It turned out to be a guqin.

"Zin Saint Nangong Qinghui... Let me see what the current Confucian sub-sage is capable of."

The old woman who had been silent seemed to have just opened her eyes.

In her hand she held a cane made of a large bone.

These masters of the Demon Sect only wanted to hold back Yunxuzi and the six sub-saints.

This kind of one-on-one fighting is exactly what the members of the Demon Cult want.

The old woman in black stood out from the crowd, the crutch made of black bones in her hand emitting a strange black light.

The next moment, her entire body began to emit black air.

Suddenly, there was a gust of cold wind around, and the sound of ghosts crying was heard, like the roar of evil spirits from the underworld, disturbing people's minds.

Nangong Qinghui snorted coldly and said, "Evil and crooked."

Nangong Qinghui's fingers gently plucked the strings of the zither, and the melodious sound of the zither was like the light that tore through the darkness. The terrifying and mind-disturbing roars of countless evil spirits instantly dissipated in the loud and clear sound of the zither.

The next moment, wisps of air came from all directions of the imperial city like smoke, and then sank into Nangong Qinghui's body.

Nangong Qinghui knew that this old woman was definitely not an ordinary cultivator from the Demonic Cult. Judging from the wrinkles on her face, she was probably a powerful cultivator in the Void Transformation Realm.

Nangong Qinghui did not dare to be careless and immediately borrowed the dynasty's luck that had been stored in the imperial city for thousands of years.

With the blessing of good fortune, Nangong Qinghui's body radiated a holy light.

All the evil ghosts and evil spirits are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the good fortune gathered by all living beings, and are crushed in an instant.

Confucianism and Buddhism are similar in that they both have a natural restraint on demonic techniques.

The old woman in black looked at Nangong Qinghui bathing in the holy light, and her turbid eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

"Confucian destiny... humph..."

Following the old woman's heavy cold snort.

The bone crutch in his hand chopped down in the air.

A thick and dense black gas, like a giant black python, let out a trembling roar and rushed towards Nangong Qinghui in mid-air.

Nangong Qinghui's eyes fixed.

He had never fought with such a powerful master of the Demon Sect, and he felt a little unsure.

As the clear and pleasant sound of the piano rang out, Nangong Qinghui slowly said, "You cannot activate Netherworld magic here."

"boom!"

The black python that pounced on Nangong Qinghui suddenly stopped moving, froze in mid-air, and then shattered with a loud bang.