Within the territory of the Sand Demon Lair, all the top cultivators in the stronghold had turned out in full force.
"What's going on? Are they going to fight with someone?" Chen Qing opened his sleepy eyes and came behind Jian Wushuang.
Waves of thick Blood Qi, accompanied by the raging sand, almost obscured everything that could be seen.
He nodded and said, "It seems that there will be a big battle later."
Chen Qing immediately perked up. "Then can't we take advantage of the chaos to escape?!"
Jian Wushuang did not speak again. If it was before, the chaos that was about to happen would be the best time to escape, but the situation was different now.
They were all tainted by that inexplicable karma. If they left now, they would definitely be troubled at some key junctures in their future cultivation, and might even be unable to move forward.
No one wanted to plant such a fatal seed in their future cultivation.
However, Jian Wushuang was at a loss as to how to resolve this karma and the great calamity.
He did not know how to resolve it. If he left resolutely, he might never find a way to resolve it.
Immediately, he told Chen Qing all of this.
Chen Qing hurriedly lifted his sleeves. When he saw the faint blood lines that were as thin as a dense net in the meridians of his arm, he could not help but gulp.
"What kind of luck is this? Could it be that we were tainted by karma just because we fell into that sea of blood …"
"That's why we can't leave now. Once we leave, it will be more difficult in the future." Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. "Now, we have to do our best to find a way to resolve it."
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A fierce glint flashed across Chen Qing's eyes. He raised his left hand and made a cutting gesture on his right palm. "Is killing the leader of this lair or these bastards the final solution?"
Jian Wushuang nodded. "We can't rule out this possibility, but what we have to do now is not to act rashly. We have to recover our strength first."
"Then what are we going to do next?"
"Follow them and find out what's going on."
Chen Qing nodded, then turned around and picked up the still unconscious Chun Qiu. The three of them left quietly.
When they left, Di Qing, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Tainted by karma? Interesting. How many heavenly regions have I destroyed? How many lives have I slaughtered? What can this kind of karma do to me? "
Di Qing sneered and got off the bed. He was in a good mood when he sensed that his strength was recovering steadily.
He looked at the place where Jian Wushuang and the others had disappeared. After thinking for a moment, he also chased after them.
At this moment, the heroic woman sitting at the top of the pavilion watched them leave. She pursed her lips and chased after them.
In the bloody aura mixed with sand, the trio led by Jian Wushuang ran to the top of the city with more than a thousand top Cultivators of the Sand Devil's Cave.
"Brother Jian, don't you feel that these guys are very hungry?" Spring and Autumn, who was next to Jian Wushuang, asked nervously as he looked at the top cultivators of the Sand Devil Lair who were about to stick close to them.
Jian Wushuang didn't say anything. Instead, he lifted the True Sword at Chen Qing's waist and released a majestic Sword Intent, forcing away those top cultivators who were about to drool.
However, after that, even more top cultivators squeezed over, as if they couldn't control themselves and wanted to swallow the three of them alive.
Chen Qing's eyes were cold. He was ready to attack.
These top cultivators, who were not even worthy of carrying his shoes before, were now tyrannically above his head. How could he not be angry?
However, after the battle that destroyed the Immortal Province, the three of them had almost been destroyed. Their strength had plummeted to a freezing point, and they couldn't recover in a short period of time.
Faced with these ferocious top cultivators, they naturally couldn't attack easily.
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a low and ancient cry suddenly rang out.
Then, a Black Crow Treasure Image that blotted out the sky descended and stopped above Jian Wushuang and the others.
A terrifying aura that exceeded their imagination spread out. All the top cultivators of the Sand Devil Lair were terrified. They all retreated, not daring to advance.
Jian Wushuang looked up. The Black Crow Treasure Image then condensed into Di Qing's figure.
He glanced down, then continued to hover above the three of them as he moved forward.
With such an aura, over a thousand top cultivators didn't dare to stay. They all quickly left.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. He didn't know what Di Qing was planning. Would he be so kind as to protect the three of them?
At this moment, Di Qing secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Although he could summon the Black Crow Treasure Image, it was only an empty shell. He couldn't even use 10% of his strength.
However, he was certain that a Great Expansion Immortal would suppress these ants. That was why he dared to release such a powerful aura. Fortunately, he succeeded.
The reason why he didn't leave now was that he could temporarily rely on Jian Wushuang, allowing him to avoid some harm as much as possible.
After all, the sword intent that Jian Wushuang had displayed in the Ancient Solitude Hall was enough to deal with most of the top cultivators' attacks.
At this moment, on the city wall of the Sand Demon Cave that was filled with blood, Cui Jingjing's upper body was naked. His belt was loose, and he looked fearless.
He held a withered branch in his mouth and held the eight-foot long rod in his right hand. His eyes were full of disdain as he looked ahead.
In front of the Sand Devil Lair, as the wind and sand dispersed, a large army formed by strict troops stepped on the rough ground and appeared in everyone's eyes.
At the very front of the army stood ten monks in ivory robes, each holding a staff in their hands.
They were enveloped in a layer of dense light, looking rather mysterious and sacred.
The gloomy aura in the entire Sand Devil Lair was dispelled inch by inch under the light of these monks.
"Today, with the help of Immortal Masters, an evil place like the Sand Devil Lair will definitely be eradicated."
At the front of the army, an Ancestor-level top cultivator with a sage-like demeanor and a real sword on his back bowed with one hand and said respectfully, "Immortal Masters are kind."
"We have a total of 87 sects and more than 16,000 disciples. Today, we are all under the command of Immortal Masters."
The ten monks nodded in unison.
The leader was a skinny monk with a bare upper body and a ring of beads around his neck. His face was full of sideburns. He moved his shriveled eyes and looked in the direction of the Sand Devil Lair without saying a word.
"Senior Brother Konglun, when can we move out to eliminate them?" A dignified monk with a dignified appearance asked in a deep voice.
The skinny monk called Senior Brother Konglun shook his head slowly. "There's no hurry. Our purpose this time is not to eliminate them, but to teach them a lesson."
"For trash like them, any rules are just bullshit. Only by sending them all to Elysium is the right path!"
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