Chapter 103: The Falling Red at the Xiaoyao Stream
"You have changed a lot this time when you came back. I always feel that you are avoiding me, or you are avoiding the Acacia sect."
Jin Ping'er lowered her head, because Mrs. Sanmiao was right, and she didn't know how to answer.
Seeing Jin Ping'er's appearance, Mrs. Sanmiao sighed and said: "The ancestral teachings say that saints from the Hehuan sect cannot have love, but now the Hehuan sect recognizes you as a saint, so this is you
A reason to avoid.”
Jin Ping'er looked at Mrs. Sanmiao, with a dodgey look in her originally bright eyes.
"Master, I..."
"You haven't liked practicing Mei Gong since you were a child. I forced you to practice it. You don't like killing people. I forced you to kill people. You said you didn't want to ruin your relationship with Ling'er and Yin'er and become a saint. And then
It was me who forced you to become a saint. After thinking about it, it seems that I have been forcing you to do everything since you were a child. So, this time, you make your own choice and Master will not stop you."
A breeze blew by, bringing a peach blossom into the attic. It flew gracefully, like a dancing palace maid, and like a smart butterfly. However, the wind did not blow all the time, so it fell to the ground.
There were still remnants of morning dew on the pink petals, which fell to the ground like flowers and fell to the ground like tears.
A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the attic, breaking the silence between the master and the apprentice, and also breaking the sadness caused by the peach blossom falling to the ground.
A woman in white clothes pushed in the door in a panic. She was unaware of Jin Ping'er's surprise and Mrs. Sanmiao's anger, and said eagerly: "Sect Master, Saint, the Ghost King led his troops to attack, and the peach blossoms were everywhere."
The formation has been broken."
Mrs. Sanmiao suddenly frowned. She had received news three days ago that the Ghost King Sect was planning to attack the Wandu Sect. In order to prevent the Wandu Sect from being destroyed by the Ghost King Sect, she asked some elites from the Hehuan Sect to support the Wandu Sect.
I just didn't expect that the Ghost King Sect would also attack the Hehuan Sect while attacking the Wandu Sect, and even the Peach Blossom Yanluo Formation was broken.
"Yin'er, go quickly and inform the elders and disciples. Ping'er and I will go outside the valley to check."
"Yes Yes."
…
The peach blossom forest outside Xiaoyao Stream is already red everywhere. There are reds formed by countless peach blossoms falling, and there are also reds caused by human blood flowing out.
The eyes of the Ghost King Sect disciples were a strange dark red color. Their swords never wavered when they slashed through the bodies of the Hehuan Sect disciples. Broken arms and limbs were flying in the air with peach petals, and their clothes were dyed red with blood.
Dye the peach blossoms redder.
They are like devils, devils who came out of the Shura Hell under the Nine Netherworld.
A male disciple of the Hehuan Sect dropped his long sword and knelt in front of them. He was afraid of death, afraid that he would be cut into countless pieces by disciples of the Ghost King Sect, and he knew the purpose of the Ghost King Sect coming to the Hehuan Sect.
He simply wanted to incorporate the power of the Hehuan Sect into the Ghost King Sect, so he abandoned his sect without hesitation.
However, he forgot one thing: how could the Ghost King accept the surrendered disciples of the Hehuan sect without killing all the disciples of the Hehuan sect?
Three snow-white swords slashed at him, breaking the hearts of other Hehuan sect disciples who desperately resisted.
Fighting is a dead end, surrendering is also a dead end, so why not escape?
"Sect Master, is this the function of the Fulong Cauldron?" Qinglong asked with some palpitations as he looked at the Fulong Cauldron in the Ghost King's hand.
The Ghost King smiled boldly and said: "It will make people fearless, and it will also make it easier for people to use the power of their bodies. Anyone who possesses these two points will become invincible."
Qinglong kicked away a head that fell at his feet, frowned and asked again: "Will there be any sequelae?"
"The disciples who have been given the power of Shura will not advance any further in the future, and may have their meridians cut off because they cannot withstand the rapid flow of true energy in their bodies."
"Is this..."
"For the Guangdong Holy Religion, this sacrifice is worth it."
The Hehuan Sect has been able to dominate the Demonic Sect for hundreds of years, and its foundation is naturally extremely profound. Although there was panic due to the destruction of the Peach Blossom Yanluo Formation, the panic soon stabilized.
With the appearance of the sect leader and the saint, and the major elders leaving seclusion one after another, the Hehuan sect soon gathered a large number of people and rushed towards the broken formation.
The Ghost King Sect's progress from the beginning of the invasion to the present has finally come to a halt due to the resistance of the Hehuan Sect.
Strength is always relative. The disciples of the Ghost King Sect who possess the power of Shura are indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they cannot compare to the elders of the Hehuan Sect who are at the higher realm of the higher realm, and Madam Sanmiao who is at the peak of the upper realm.
A drumbeat resounded through Xiaoyao Stream. The disciples of the Ghost King Sect with red eyes and fearless of death retreated one after another after hearing it, while the Hehuan Sect did not pursue it.
Mrs. Sanmiao changed her usual charming look and walked out of the Hehuan sect camp while playing with the lingering silk with cold light in her hands. She looked at the Ghost King in the Ghost King sect camp and said coldly: "Ghost King, do you really think I am the Hehuan sect?"
Can you be bullied like Changshengtang?"
The Ghost King laughed, walked out and said: "Of course not, otherwise I would not give up now. Now I want to negotiate a condition. The Hehuan Sect will submit to my Ghost King Sect. In this way, how can you Hehuan Sect be spared a massacre? By the way,
Just tell me, the people you sent to assist Wan Du Sect will not be able to come back."
Mrs. Sanmiao sneered and said: "Although our Hehuan sect is full of women, we are not people who can be bullied, and we will not let you, the ghost king, give up the dignity of the ancestors of the past generations after just a few threats. You
If you want to fight, then fight, my three wonderful things will continue here."
The Ghost King was not angry because of Sanmiao's resistance. Although the Hehuan Sect was weak, it was still compared to the Ghost King Sect, and Mrs. Sanmiao's strength was among the top three in the Holy Cult. How could she be so angry because of her own
Surrender after just a few words?
Moreover, he brought the Fulong Cauldron today with the intention of killing Mrs. Sanmiao. If he did not kill her, the Hehuan Sect would only submit in name only and would be of no use to the Ghost King Sect's grand plan.
"Then, come on."
The lingering silk in Mrs. Sanmiao's hand suddenly straightened and stabbed the Ghost King like a sharp sword.
The peach blossoms on the tree seemed to be affected by the divine power on the lingering silk, and began to fall off the tree one after another. They turned into endless pink flowers and wrapped around the lingering silk.
The peach blossoms at this time are no longer peach blossoms, they are sharp blades that can easily cut the enemy's throat.
The Ghost King was unmoved and did not even think of using the Fulong Cauldron for this move.