Chapter 73 Meeting Nascent Soul Again
"Why would someone from the Hehuan Sect get involved in this matter?" True Man Xuesha knew that the sect had already discussed countermeasures with other sects before sending him here, so they shouldn't come here suddenly at this moment.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door. "Master Bai, it's getting late. The ceremony is about to begin. The groom must not be late!"

Although Fairy Miaoyin spoke calmly, she was extremely anxious in her heart. The Demon Sect was about to attack, and if she didn't grab the resources, it would be too late to escape.

"Okay, I'll go right away. Thank you for your help, fairy!"

True Man Xuesha found that his plan was totally unworkable. If the Hehuan Sect really came, then the Yuanying of the Yanyue Sect would definitely not be completely unprepared. To kill him, he would have to fight hard. In that case, why bother with all these thoughts? Why not just fight directly?
"Forget it, let's activate the formation first!"

Afterwards, Blood Evil Master's body shape and aura changed instantly, and he looked like a Nascent Soul ancestor!

“Master, look,” Fairy Miaoyin was frightened by Master Xuesha in front of her before she could even finish her words. “Yuan, Yuan, Yuanying cultivator!”

"Haha, you're lucky. I wanted to have some fun, but I don't have much time."

Then with one palm strike, Fairy Miaoyin turned into ashes.

Before she died, Fairy Miaoyin kept thinking, "I don't even have a Nascent Soul yet, how could I die like this!"

As soon as the noise was made, everyone on the lake began to flee frantically. The low-level cultivators saw Miaoyin, who was at the peak of the Jindan stage, being beaten into ashes by a palm strike. They couldn't tell that it was the Yuanying stage that made the move, so they were so scared that they fled frantically.

The Blood Evil Ancestor was not in a hurry to chase, after all, he had already secretly set up a three-turn dragon-locking formation here, and no one could escape!
"Never mind, let's enjoy ourselves first!" The Blood Evil Ancestor regretted killing the Fairy Miaoyin directly at this moment. It would be better to keep her and ignore other things. Looking at the people fleeing in all directions, he suddenly became interested.

He just clasped his hands together, and the magic array in the small lake started to activate. All the people by the lake suddenly went crazy and rushed towards the people around them.

The Blood Evil Ancestor just sat there and watched.

Then he frowned, he realized that Nangong Wan's cultivation was too high, and many of the cultivators here were no match for her. It would probably not take long for them to be killed by Nangong Wan.

"It's not fun to move at such a fast speed," the Blood Evil Ancestor flicked his fingers, and Nangong Wan, who was like a god of death in the chaos of the battle, instantly became weak. At the same time, the surrounding cultivators were still attacking, and soon Nangong Wan began to be covered with scars.

"This is interesting!" The Blood Evil Ancestor nodded, found a place to sit down, picked up a cup of fragrant tea on the table, and watched the scene of cultivators' blood splattering on the spot, and he actually watched it with relish.

While the battle royale of cultivators was taking place by the small lake, Zhang Tie was not having a very comfortable time either.

"Boy, can you do it?" Old man Qiong was sitting in front of a square table, eating various dishes in front of him with big mouthfuls.

There are square tables everywhere in the Welcoming Peak, and each table is filled with various delicious dishes. There are four cushions around the square tables. Although these cushions are not very precious, they do have the effect of increasing the speed of cultivation of monks.

The area around the square table was filled with independent practitioners who seemed to be so absorbed in their practice that they were completely unaware of Zhang Tie and the others' actions.

When Zhang Tie saw that the Yanyue Sect's mountain protection formation was activated, he wanted to break through the formation and leave here. However, his current cultivation level was too low, and it was difficult for him to quickly break such a powerful mountain protection formation.

"Okay, Master, if you don't want to help, just eat your meal and don't disturb me!" Zhang Tie said helplessly.

"Tsk, you boring brat." The old man said, and then concentrated on dealing with the spiritual food in front of him, "I haven't eaten this stuff for a long time, it's really good!"

"By the way, my good disciple, how is your cultivation now?"

"Not bad. I will probably be able to recover to the foundation-building stage in the next two days," Zhang Tie said as he cracked the formation. "By the way, Master, I learned an interesting technique."

Then Zhang Tie stopped what he was doing, snapped his fingers, and saw a small sword formed by evil spirit directly hit the formation, splashing ripples.

Old man Qiong's eyes lit up, "It's powerful, but it's just a little trick. Don't you have the Golden Sword Technique?"

Zhang Tie turned around and continued to fiddle with the formation. "This is different. As long as you can give me enough evil spirit, I can show you a show of ten thousand swords firing simultaneously. Even a Jindan cultivator can be chopped down!"

Old man Qiong smiled and shook his head, "When did you learn to brag?"

Seeing that Zhang Tie was about to refute, Old Man Qiong immediately changed the subject, "When will your formation be ready?" "Three more incense sticks!" Zhang Tie roughly estimated the time, "It should still be in time."

Wiping the sweat off his head, Zhang Tie continued to crack the formation in front of him.

"Master, how come these casual cultivators are like possessed by demons? I made such a loud noise, but not a single one of them woke up."

"What are you talking about, kid?" Old man Qiong laughed strangely, then threw a chicken leg, hitting one of the monks on the head.

With old man Qiong's cultivation level, even an ordinary chicken leg can easily kill a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

The chicken leg flew up and hit one of the monks on the head.

However, what Zhang Tie did not expect was that the monk just fell down straight away, obviously dead.

"Master?" Zhang Tie looked at Old Man Qiong in surprise, "Why did you kill this monk?"

“What are you thinking about!” Old Man Qiong said unhappily, then he took another bite of a chicken leg and threw it at Zhang Tie’s head.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Tie shouted, but felt puzzled. Although the chicken leg was powerful, it obviously could not kill a Qigong cultivator.

Without waiting for Zhang Tie to speak, Old Man Qiong explained, "They were already dead!"

"what!"

"When I sat on this cushion just now, I felt a chill rushing along the cushion to my consciousness, but this chill was extremely secretive."

As Old Man Qiong spoke, he tore open a cushion, and an invisible air drifted out from the cushion. "This should be the power of the consciousness of a Yuanying cultivator. All cultivators who sit on this cushion will have their consciousness wiped out at any time."

Zhang Tie felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this. "Why would a Nascent Soul cultivator arrange these killings of Qi training cultivators? Is he a pervert?"

Zhang Tie shook his head fiercely, thinking that the Yanyue Sect was too dangerous, and then he worked even harder to break the formation.

Thanks to Zhang Tie's hard work, the formation was about to be cracked in less than three incense sticks of time.

"Brother Zhang, some demonic cultivators have come to Yanyue Sect, and the cultivators outside are almost all killed!"

Zhang Tie suddenly received a voice transmission from Han Li, and as soon as he opened it, he heard Han Li's urgent cry for help.

"How did the demons get in?"

However, the situation was urgent at the moment and Zhang Tie did not have time to think too much. He immediately told Han Li a coordinate and transmitted it to him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tie quickly broke the formation, leaving a small gap, but Zhang Tie obviously did not intend to go out, because he had already sensed the demonic monks outside.

After a while, Zhang Tie's anxious eyes lit up, "Come here quickly!"

With a whoosh, Han Li entered the Yanyue Sect through the gap.

"How's the situation outside?"

"I don't know what happened to the cultivators of the Demon Sect, but they actually rushed directly towards the gate of the Yanyue Sect without encountering any resistance. Now the outside is full of cultivators of the Demon Sect, and the cultivators of the Yue Kingdom have all fled in all directions, but they have all been killed!"

Han Li took a breath and said solemnly, "It seems there is a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

(End of this chapter)