Chapter 370: Coming to Destroy the Sect

Facing the huge gap in realm, no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

No matter what thoughts these people held, when the Purple Bamboo King appeared, all their thoughts disappeared. For them, being able to save a life was already a thank you to God.

Seeing that everyone had left, Yu Changsheng thought for a moment, then suddenly waved to one of the Wuzhou casual cultivators and said in a low voice:

"Wait, come here."

The casual cultivator was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Yu Changsheng in astonishment, and then pointed at himself.

"Well, it's you, come here." Yu Changsheng nodded and said lightly to him.

The casual cultivator had a bitter look on his face, but he did not dare to resist. He walked towards Yu Changsheng obediently, glanced at the Purple Bamboo King next to Yu Changsheng, bowed down respectfully, clasped his fists and said:

"Junior Yuan Mingzi, I have met two seniors."

In the world of cultivation, strength is respected. Although Yu Changsheng looks much younger than him, Yuan Mingzi respectfully calls him senior.

King Zizhu just glanced at Yuan Ming and didn't care much. He hugged King Zi Ling, rubbed his nose, and said with a smile as if no one was there:

"Ling'er, how are you? You're not scared, are you?"

This scene made Yuan Mingzi stunned, and the last unrealistic thoughts in his heart were completely shattered, so his attitude became more respectful and restrained.

The sword spirit of the Lingbao in Yu Changsheng's hand turned out to be the son of the powerful God Transformer... Just this news could make countless monks who had ill intentions towards the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in Yu Changsheng's hand shun away.

"Well," Yu Changsheng nodded, thought for a while and asked, "Tell me about the major events that happened in the past few days after the Tiansha Secret Realm ended."

"Okay." Yuan Mingzi thought for a moment and then whispered.

Yu Changsheng listened carefully, frowning slightly, thoughtfully.

Ever since the end of the Tiansha Secret Realm, Qingzhou, which had been eyeing it with eagerness, also took advantage of this opportunity to completely break up and start a full-scale war against Wuzhou.

Among them, Tong Yuanzheng, the leader of the undercurrent, even brought the border defense layout map stolen from an unknown source, and blatantly colluded with the top military officials in Qingzhou to launch a war against Wuzhou.

Its initial main line was on the southwest border. How to use it as a gateway to completely penetrate Wuzhou? In addition, the Yang family who was in the southwest suddenly rebelled, and they cooperated internally and externally. Under the attack, the southwest border quickly became desperate and almost collapsed.

At the critical moment, if not for the Xuanyin Sect's god-forming ancestor, the True Master Xue Xuan, who arrived in time and used the divine weapon Xue Xuan Bell to force Qingzhou back, the southwestern border could barely be defended. Otherwise, the situation would have been even worse at this moment.

But even so, the situation is not optimistic. Although the situation of the border defense outside the southwest is better, there is still the possibility of collapse at any time. The three sects take the lead in dispatching a comprehensive defense, and the other six sects also provide assistance.

It can be said that the Yang family, the undercurrent, and the Linglong Sect are all collaborating. The simultaneous rebellion of the three of them caught Wuzhou off guard and caused great harm. It is also the biggest reason why this crisis is so difficult to deal with.

The border is not peaceful, and the situation in Wuzhou is also not optimistic. Starting from the end of Tiansha Secret Realm, the teams of Tianjiao monks who returned from the six sects were ambushed in different circumstances.

Taking the Wanxiang Sect as an example, Yu Changsheng lured away three peak Golden Core cultivators, greatly reducing the pressure on Ruan Hao and Lu Ruikai. After adapting, they successfully brought most of their disciples back to the sect.

But things were not peaceful after that. The Linglong Sect launched a complete counterattack. Its sect leader, Jiang Tiancheng, led the top leaders of the Linglong Sect, including Undercurrent and the Yang family, and a total of five Zifu monks to jointly attack the Wanxiang Sect.

Today's Wanxiang Sect can be said to be in danger. Although it has asked for help from the outside, the attack on Qingzhou has also left Wuzhou's sects overwhelmed and overwhelmed, and there is no hope of reinforcements in a short time.

Overall, Wuzhou's situation can be said to be caused by internal and external troubles. After all, the Yang family, Linglong Sect, and Undercurrent, any one of these three has a background as good as the six sects, plus the secret help of the Qingzhou military...

In this state, Wuzhou can be said to be in a precarious situation and its future is uncertain.

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"These are generally what are happening in Wuzhou these days."

This information was narrated one by one from Yuan Mingzi's mouth. When Yu Changsheng looked solemn, even though the Zizhu King on the side was not very concerned about it and was indifferent on the surface, there was a slight disturbance in his heart.

"Um……"

After a while, Yu Changsheng took a deep breath, looked at Yuan Mingzi, and finally waved his hands, without being too embarrassed, and said calmly:

"Okay, you can go."

Even if the civil strife in Wuzhou was finally broken, the sect disciples would be the ones to suffer. For casual cultivators like them, the impact would not be too great. Therefore, Yuan Mingzi spoke in a very natural tone, and Yu Changsheng did not expect them to help. What are you busy with?

To put it bluntly, in this time of internal and external troubles, it is rare for these casual cultivators to be able to stay within themselves and not take advantage of the situation.

…

"Thank you, senior, for not killing me!"

Yuan Mingzi exhaled a long breath, bowed to the two of them again, and after confirming that there was no accident, quickly flew away into the distance.

Among the two, neither one of them could be provoked by him. Even when he came, he was prepared to die. Fortunately, Yu Changsheng did not kill him in the end. This made Yuan Mingzi overjoyed and at the same time also felt sad in his heart. A slight feeling of gratitude arose towards Yu Changsheng.

Looking at Yuan Mingzi's leaving figure, Yu Changsheng's eyes flickered, and finally he shook his head gently. When he looked at King Zizhu, a grateful look appeared on his face, and he spoke warmly:

"Thank you for standing up for me today."

"Don't think too much. I'm just worried that my Ling'er will be scared."

Zizhu King raised his eyebrows and spoke calmly.

"In Zizhu Mountain, there is no place for them to act recklessly. Now Wuzhou is not peaceful. Ling'er is with you. You must protect his safety."

Zizhu King swallowed his saliva and his expression showed a rare solemnity.

"Changsheng knows."

Yu Changsheng nodded softly and agreed. He understood in his heart that the reason why Zizhu King suddenly appeared was probably to show the relationship between Zilinghuang and him while there were many people around, so as to deter a group of villains.

For Yu Changsheng, it was also a kind of protection. At least he didn't have to worry about someone trying to get the Zilinghuang sword.

"I am grateful for what happened today. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave. The sect is in urgent need of help, so I have to go and take a look."

"Okay, remember what I said to you and your promise."

After Zizhu gave another instruction, he did not stop her. He gently rubbed the brows of the Purple Spirit Emperor, and his figure turned into a purple light spot and slowly dissipated.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the Purple Bamboo King, Yu Changsheng bowed his head respectfully, and he couldn't help but sigh with regret in his heart.

"If the Purple Bamboo King could come out to help, I am afraid that the crisis of the Wanxiang Sect would be resolved in an instant..."

This thought flashed through Yu Changsheng's mind.

The Transformation of the Spirit, the cultivators who can cultivate to this level are rare. Whether for Qingzhou or Wuzhou, the shock brought by any Transformation of the Spirit is huge, which can play a role in reversing the situation on the battlefield.

The main reason why the three sects are far superior to the six sects, are high above, and occupy most of the resources is that there are living gods in their sects, which is far more than the six sects can compare.

If the Purple Bamboo King is willing to come out of the mountain and go to the Wanxiang Sect with Yu Changsheng, the crisis of the Wanxiang Sect will naturally be solved.

However, this idea was thrown away by Yu Changsheng in just a moment, and he no longer thought about it. As a forbidden area beyond the world, the special location of Purple Bamboo Mountain actually has no effect on him, whether it is Qingzhou or Wuzhou.

Even if Qingzhou finally attacks, it is not stupid to find trouble with Purple Bamboo Mountain, especially today when Purple Bamboo Mountain appeared in front of many casual cultivators, the news that the gods of transformation are sitting on Purple Bamboo Mountain will spread like wildfire, and the future of Purple Bamboo Mountain will only be more peaceful.

Therefore, Yu Changsheng naturally would not make a fool of himself to invite the other party. The Purple Bamboo King was able to come forward to help him repel them, and it was all for the sake of the Purple Spirit Emperor, which was considered to be a righteous act.

Putting this thought aside, Yu Changsheng did not delay. After adjusting his state, he summoned the golden-winged eagle, found the right direction, and rushed towards the Wanxiang Sect.

The Wanxiang Sect was in crisis. In this situation, it would be dangerous for him to go back, but if he did not go back, Yu Changsheng would feel guilty.

"Yang Tianyi... Li Minghan, Zhang Tianwen..."

"And Master is still in the sect... I hope everything goes well."

Unconsciously, there were already many people in the Wanxiang Sect that he could not let go.

Yu Changsheng sighed softly in his heart, and then, the speed of the mana flowed faster.

………

On the other side, the Wanxiang Sect.

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder echoed, shaking all directions and resounding through the sky. One after another, terrifying Taoist magic powers whipped the Wanxiang Sect's protective formation. In the flashing light, the formation was shaky, but it still persisted tenaciously.

Outside the sect protection formation, black air permeated three hundred miles, covering the sky and the earth. In the darkness, several calm figures stood outside the sect protection formation, and magical powers were released from their hands, bombarding the formation.

Each of these figures burst out with a terrifying momentum, shocking the sky. The lowest was at the peak of the Golden Core, and there were even five Purple Mansion True Lords. At this moment, the might they burst out under the union was earth-shaking.

Among these five, three were from the Linglong Sect, namely, Huanlong True Lord, Tianlong True Lord, and Hailong True Lord. These three were the true foundation of the Linglong Sect.

The other two, one was the Purple Mansion ancestor of the Yang family, who was also Yang Chengxu's grandfather, Yang Ninghong, and the other was the Dark Flow Elder, who was the Purple Mansion that robbed and killed Yu Changsheng.

When the five people took action, they were even more chatting and laughing, and they were quite confident of winning.

"The Wanxiang Sect is indeed tenacious, but how long can it last? I heard that this formation was created by a fifth-level formation master. It is valuable and has amazing protection. This is true."

"Unfortunately, without the incarnation of the spirit to suppress it, how long can this fifth-level formation last? When the formation is broken, it will be the time to destroy the sect!"

"In this way, it can be regarded as a tribute to that kid Xuanlong..."

The three true masters of the Linglong Sect exchanged more fierce means.

At this moment, just the power of these five people, under the pressure of the same force, has the ability to move mountains and seas. Any of the six sects must be prepared to face this power.

As they exploded, the protective formation shook violently, and cracks slowly spread from it...

...

"Uncle Master, if this continues, the formation won't last much longer."

In the Wanxiang Sect, at the top of the Yujian Peak, a group of high-ranking Wanxiang Sect members gathered. Among them, Lu Ruikai looked grim-faced, looking at the situation outside the formation and whispered to Ruan Hao.

Ruan Hao also had a gloomy expression on his face. He stared at the figure outside the formation. His voice was low with murderous intent. After forcing down his breath, he asked:

"As for the disciples, how is the evacuation going?"

"Except for some golden elixirs with acceptable strength, the rest are almost ready. We are just waiting for the opportunity to open the space seal after breaking the formation, and start teleporting immediately."

Sect leader Zheng Tianheng replied, his eyes slightly condensed and he whispered.

"I didn't expect that I had been in seclusion for so long, and would I have reached this point when I came out?"

A vicissitudes of sound suddenly sounded. After being stunned for a moment, all the peak masters looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the shadow of an old man with white hair and a stooped body slowly emerging from the slight distortion of the space.

This figure has white hair, a face full of wrinkles, dark lips, a condensed expression, and white eyebrows. Even the energy and blood are about to be exhausted, and a sense of decay and withering is faintly exuded. The traces of time are in it. It is particularly obvious on the body.

His chin beard flutters in the wind, his eyes are weathered but full of charm, his body is slightly swaying, but his intention is soaring to the sky, and his aura is as deep as the sea, far beyond Ruan Hao.

Looking at this man, everyone's expressions changed. They bowed their heads and respectfully clasped their fists to greet him:

"The Supreme Elder."

This person is none other than the supreme elder of the Wanxiang Sect and the previous head of the Wanxiang Sect, Yuan Menghua.

"Master, why did you get out of seclusion? You..."

Ruan Hao lowered his eyebrows, stepped forward to support Yuan Menghua, felt his condition, and said with worry in his eyes. Yuan Meng followed the fairy sword Jian Linghua and was also Ruan Hao's master.

"If we don't come out of seclusion, I'm afraid the sect won't be safe."

Yuan Menghua shook his head, with a bitter smile on his pale face. After glaring at Ruan Hao, he sighed softly.

"It's okay to continue in seclusion and waste away. My life span is approaching, and there is no hope of becoming a god. When encountering such a crisis, you don't inform me. Why, are you planning to let me die of old age without resting in peace?"

Yuan Menghua spoke calmly, with a calm tone, but there was a hint of blame.

Ruan Hao was silent, hesitating to speak. He watched Yuan Menghua finally squirm at the corner of his mouth and explain softly:

"Master, your time has come. If you take action forcefully again... I'm afraid..."

Ruan Hao didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already clear.

"Don't be afraid. Even if you are an old man, you will still be fine if you break out a few times. Others have come to your doorstep, so how can you continue to be a coward?"

Yuan Menghua didn't seem to care very much. He lowered his head to feel his physical condition and smiled softly. (End of chapter)