Fairy, help me practice

　Colorful streams of light crossed the sky and converged towards the Treasure Pavilion.

　In the sea of ​​​​fire and clouds, several great figures of the sect had already arrived in the form of rainbows, but no one took a step forward and watched helplessly as the sect's treasure pavilion collapsed.

　Their solemn brows showed their panic at this sudden change.

　Everyone in the sect's upper echelons knew that there was a ferocious humanoid creature locked up in the treasure pavilion. Even the most elderly and accomplished people did not want to provoke him.

　But how could this treasure pavilion be destroyed by flames today? And the formation that imprisoned the vicious creature, and was also its life force, was also broken.

　"The South China Sea is about to become troubled again."

　An old man with a beard as white as snow sighed.

　A fifty-year-old woman behind him looked disapproving.

　Someone noticed the old woman's expression and asked, "Huian, is this another one of your plans? I'm warning you, if you take advantage of Jiuluo's absence to seize power, it has nothing to do with the order of the sect, so we'll tolerate you. If you do anything to disrupt Mingyang, don't blame us old bones for not tolerating you!"

　It turned out that the fifty-year-old woman was Hui'an.

　Hui'an listened quietly to the elder's warning and smiled, "You are all influential figures in the Mingyang Sect after all. Why are you so panicked today just because a tower collapsed?"

　"Why, does this mean that you are really involved in this matter?"

　The elders spoke harshly.

　Hui An chuckled, "I heard that the Demon Sect rebel Chen Yao had contact with Jiu Luo before he went to Haixu.

　According to the Jindan who returned, the trip to the Human Sea Ruins yielded a lot of gains, and their strength has increased rapidly and should not be underestimated."

　The white-bearded old man interrupted her: "I don't see how this has anything to do with the Treasure Pavilion. Stop rambling!"

　"Jiuluo disappeared, taking nothing with her except the Myriad Demons Heart Pearl from the Demon Suppression Tower. Before the incident, she had contact with this guy named Chen Yao, who also encountered many adventures in the Sea Ruins. Therefore, I think these two may have some connection."

　Hui'an looked at the slowly extinguishing sea of ​​clouds and continued:

　"So, I forged a Myriad Demons Concentric Bead and connected it to the Treasure Pavilion's formation to lure the relevant people. This was actually just a casual move, but it proved my hypothesis."

　She just didn't expect that Chen Yao could cause such a big commotion, even breaking the Zhiyuan old monster's natal formation.

　This saved her a lot of trouble, but this person must not be kept.

　"Are you saying that Jiuluo has already planned something for this person that we can't imagine?"

　The white-bearded old man frowned and fell into deep thought.

　"Jiuluo's actions are unpredictable, but she would never do anything without confidence, and she would definitely not leave the sect behind and disappear."

　Hui Ding was 90% sure that Jiu Luo might be hiding somewhere preparing for something big, and this Chen Yao was the key chess piece in her hand.

　She gazed eastward and northward: "As you all know, the South China Sea has become increasingly unstable recently."

　After hearing what she said, the elders' expressions changed, and they began to wonder if Jiuluo would be held accountable for turning a blind eye to Hui'an's seizure of power if they had planned it in advance.

　Hui'an said these things to them with the intention of forcing these people to completely side with him.

　"Everyone should be aware that in recent decades, Jiuluo's actions have become increasingly unpredictable. Many elders who have made great contributions to the sect have had their cultivation inexplicably abolished. In other words, she is no longer the same sect leader."

　She tried to further impress the elders: "And her cultivation is still improving. If she continues to occupy the position of the sect leader, I am afraid that we will be wiped out."

　Looking at the elders whose expressions kept changing, Hui'an gently added the last sentence: "Having reached this level of cultivation, everyone must be well aware that since the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, no one who has reached a high level of cultivation has been able to maintain their humanity."

　The elders looked stern: "So you mean to release Zhiyuan to track Jiuluo?"

　"That's right. Zhiyuan imprisoned himself here because of Jiuluo, and he hates him to the core."

　Hui'an forged the Ten Thousand Demons Concentric Bead to connect to the Treasure Pavilion's formation. The purpose was to lure out possible accomplices of Jiu Luo. The most important thing was to use this bead to plant a nail in the formation to facilitate the release of the old monster.

　This was originally Bu Changyuan's plan, because she couldn't figure out the thoughts of these old guys, so she could only slowly find ways to force them to submit, but she didn't expect Chen Yao to give her an unexpected surprise.

　"The old monster has a strange temperament. Who knows what he might do? Let's first make sure he doesn't harm the mountain gate!"

　The old man with white beard had the greatest prestige and made the final decision.

　Hui An looked towards the attic where black smoke was rising, and narrowed his eyes. "Of course. That guy named Chen Yao can't be kept here either."

　"Well, it's best to destroy him first and examine his connection with Jiuluo."

　Everyone present was a person of profound Taoism, so they could naturally sense that Chen Yao was not dead.

　The elders were initially a bit surprised that a Jindan junior could hold out for so long against the old monster Zhiyuan. But after hearing Huian's words and understanding his close relationship with Jiuluo, they were no longer surprised.

　For thousands of years, Jiuluo Zhenjun himself has been synonymous with miracles.

　After reaching a conclusion, several people coordinated their actions and surrounded the collapsed building.

　"All Mingyang Sect disciples have retreated six hundred miles away!"

　They evacuated their disciples and then began to set up the formation.

　The light in the sky dissipated towards the outskirts of Mingyang Sect, and the sea of ​​clouds returned to calm.

　After a few breaths, the ground centered on the Treasure Pavilion in Mingyang Sect began to tremble, and the clouds in the sky were like waves.

　Several elders stood in the air solemnly, staring at the collapsed building filled with smoke.

　It can be seen that the old monster brought them multiple oppressions.

　At the same time, in the remaining half of the treasure pavilion.

　The old monster Zhiyuan was furiously dodging the fire-attributed magic weapons that were raining down like locusts.

　In his eyes, these magical weapons were worse than garbage, but now, driven by the little thing with strange methods, they were able to burn his meridians.

　"You little bastard! You don't have many magical weapons left. I'll chew you up in no time!"

　Chen Yao protected Hui Ding and was dodging the old monster's overwhelming punches while slowly moving towards the window.

　Now the two sides are temporarily in a brief stalemate. As long as he can hold on a little longer, he may be able to escape successfully.

　He looked at the two swords in his hands, one was an immortal sword, and the other was a fire-attributed jade sword that exuded a strong bloody aura.

　This jade sword was obviously a magic weapon of some great demon, but somehow no one figured out the secret, so it was left on the eighth floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

　He had just come into contact with it, and apart from discovering that it could stimulate the blood and energy of the ten evil spirits in his body, he didn't take it seriously.

　After being trapped, he wanted to delay as long as possible, so he tried to communicate with the magic sword. Unexpectedly, after communicating, he immediately understood its power.

　Speaking of which, the fire-attributed magic weapons thrown at the old monster became much more powerful, all thanks to this Fire Spirit Jade Sword.

Chapter 230 Debao escapes

　The remaining ruins of the Treasure Pavilion were set on fire by a hail of fire-attributed magical instruments.

　The old monster's fists and sword energy only added fuel to the fire, and Chen Yao and Hui Ding were knocked down several floors.

　Fortunately, the positions and shapes of the doors and windows on each floor of the Baoqi Pavilion are similar, and they are very close to the windows.

　"Two little bastards, I'm going to smash you to pieces this time!" The old monster was annoyed by these fire-attributed magic weapons and was on the verge of exploding.

　To be honest, even if the power of these fire-attributed magic weapons increased, it would only tickle him and would definitely not force him to hide from place to place.

　What really made this old monster Zhiyuan afraid was that these magic weapons were somehow stained with the strong blood of the Demon King.

　He was originally a Zen monk who came to the South China Sea for refuge from Shenzhou. When he came here, the Demon King was rising. In order to gain a foothold in the South China Sea and make a name for himself, he was one of the first few to fight the Demon King Yun Jiang head-on.

　The result was naturally that he was defeated. Not only did his Zen state fall, but his pure heart was also polluted.

　Therefore, he developed such a bloodthirsty temper, and was detained in the Treasure Pavilion by Jiu Luo.

　So now that he felt that the fire-attributed magic weapon that Chen Yaoyu brought had some of the demon king's blood in it, how could Zhiyuan not be frightened and furious?

　But seeing that the flying magic weapons were becoming fewer and fewer, Zhiyuan was filled with murderous intent and decided to kill Chen Yao and the other man with one punch.

　"Jiuluo, I will tear you into pieces!"

　He dodged a row of flints and jumped heavily into the hole in the floor, looming in front of Chen Yao.

　Looking at the Fire Spirit Jade Sword in Chen Yao's hand, he couldn't help but snort loudly.

　Jiu Luo, that thief! To prevent me from risking my life and leaving the building, she had already hidden the Demon King Jade Sword!

　After understanding this, Zhi Yuan was filled with hatred. Fortunately, the swordsman's realm was not high, and he couldn't stop me!

　Hearing the "crunching" sound of teeth grinding, Chen Yao's heart trembled. He waved his jade sword, and attracted the fire-attributed magic weapons on this floor to besiege the old monster.

　The old monster snorted and soared into the air, but since this was already a few levels lower, the magic weapon itself was not good enough and the power increase was not significant, so while he was dodging, he also had more energy to fight back.

　The fist wind was mixed with fine sword energy, and it blasted towards Chen Yao like a wall.

　Chen Yao swung his two swords and managed to break through the fist wind in front of him, but he was still knocked back.

　He grabbed Hui Ding's hand in time, and with the wind from his fist, he smashed the window and flew out of the attic.

　The old monster realized that he had been tricked only after he dodged the fire-attribute magic weapon.

　"Little bastard!!!"

　He rushed out of the broken window and was met head-on by clouds, mountains and fog that fell from the sky. His shoulders sank and he was pressed directly to the ground. His bones creaked all over his body and half of his legs were buried in the rocks.

　Despite this, Zhiyuan still had the energy to look around, but there was no sign of Chen Yao, so he was very angry.

　"You cowards! Hundreds of years ago, I could beat you to tears. Hundreds of years later, even if it means destroying my own life, I can still do the same!"

　Of course he knew that the mountain on his shoulders was suppressed by several old monsters of Mingyang Sect.

　"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. We have no ill intentions. Now that your life is destroyed, Mingyang can no longer resist you. You and I know this very well. We just want you to calm down and let him go sooner."

　A powerful voice floated from the clouds and mountains.

　"he goes?"

　The old monster asked back contemptuously.

　"Jiuluo is no longer in Mingyang."

　Hui'an only said this.

　Zhiyuan's eyes widened in anger: "Where is she?"

　No one answered. After a while, a strong voice floated down again: "Fellow Daoist, if you stay here for a moment longer, you will miss many opportunities for revenge."

　Zhi Yuan's eyes twitched. "How do I know you didn't conspire to lure me out of the sect so Jiu Luo could have a free-for-all?"

　A white jade hairpin with a lustrous and shiny luster descended from the clouds and landed right in Zhiyuan's hand.

　Zhiyuan took it, weighed it, and the jade hairpin spun

　Then fly back to the sea of ​​clouds.

　"Now you believe it, don't you?"

　Upon hearing this, Zhi Yuan laughed heartily. "I never thought that this thief Jiu Luo, who was so devoted to the sect, would end up being betrayed and fleeing. Oh, you little villains are so short-sighted. The Ming Yang Sect will be doomed from now on!"

　As soon as he finished speaking, Yunshan pressed down, the rocks shattered, and Zhiyuan disappeared without a trace.

　The sky was covered with clouds. Hui'an held the jade hairpin passed down from generation to generation by the clan leader, his face turning pale and blue.

　Instead, the elder who had been questioning him offered comfort: "The world is like this, we have no choice. We did what we had to do. As for the rise and fall of the sect, I don't believe that without Jiuluo, Mingyang will have no one to shoulder the responsibility!"

　Hui'an nodded and focused his gaze on a certain spot in the sea of ​​clouds: "Next, it's time to deal with that little thief."

　Several elders cast their eyes over.

　The sea of ​​clouds surged, revealing Chen Yao's figure.

　The Qingyun Locking Mist Talisman is not a special concealment talisman, so it was discovered as expected.

　He met Hui'an's gaze, smiled, and then a talisman appeared within reach and his figure suddenly disappeared.

　Huian and several elders were all surprised, and the sword energy under them suddenly rose, and they all retreated.

　"This is it! This is the sword of the Yu family!"

　The old man with white beard cried out involuntarily.

　"No matter whose sword it is, this time it must be returned to the Treasure Pavilion!"

　Hui'an raised his hand, and the clouds, mountains, fog and peaks that had collapsed the mountain spun back and enveloped Chen Yao who had appeared.

　Facing the mountain that could suppress the powerful old monster and make him unable to move, Chen Yao did not dodge or evade this time.

　Just when everyone thought he was frightened, the clouds and mountains collapsed, and a purple air swept across like a ripple, and the entire sea of ​​clouds in the sky burned scarlet purple, like a boiling poisonous swamp.

　The elders were stunned for a moment, then showed fear on their faces: "It's that demon!"

　They immediately stopped caring about maintaining the formation and each used their own unique skills to escape or defend.

　Hui'an wanted to struggle, but as soon as she rushed forward, she was cut by Chen Yao's sword energy. The sword energy didn't look strong, but it still made her feel awe-inspiring, so she had to stop and dodge.