Ying Ya Daoren watched as the golden talisman gradually floated towards him. He remembered that his junior was still in Guangyuan Sect's territory and there was no one else around, so he had to make a move himself.
He flung his horsetail whisk and flew up into the air. Just as he was about to reach for the talisman, he suddenly felt something was amiss. From the corner of his eye, he saw a red light flying towards him. He retracted his hand and calmly used his horsetail whisk to block the red light. Only then did he realize that it was a small and exquisite vermillion arrow.
Xu Niangzi put down his Vermillion Phoenix Light Bow and turned around, "Senior Yan, if you don't make a move, the talisman will be taken by the Celestial Sect."
"Junior Sister, don't worry, they won't be able to take it."
A young and handsome Daoist walked out from the demonic cloud. He was not in a hurry to go forward, but instead carefully observed for a while. Then, his body shook and after a loud sound, a black banner rose from behind him. The banner was sixteen feet long and wide. There was a half moon on the banner and sixteen stars on the outside. There were fish swimming in the sun, flying insects in the moon, and beasts hidden in the stars. They were all lively and lively, howling endlessly as if they were about to jump out from the banner.
His expression was calm as he lightly made a hand sign. The stars on the banner suddenly shone and three beasts opened their huge mouths and spat out three balls of black wind. Three people appeared on the ground. After they stood up, they bowed to the young Daoist and without any instructions, they rode the astral wind and rushed towards the three directions where the talisman fell.
The one who walked towards Qing Dan Peak was a tall and sturdy man with thick hair and a horn on his head. He wore a bright armor and held a long golden axe in his hands. At a glance, it was obvious that he was a Yao cultivator who cultivated in the path of strength.
Ying Ya Daoren did not look down on this person just because he was a Yao cultivator. He slowly made a hand sign and the astral cloud above his head spun, releasing a protective light that looked like a cloud. At the same time, he waved his sleeves and a bright light flashed. An embroidered banner flew out and unfurled in the wind. Immediately, pieces of auspicious light flew out.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them had shrunk to less than a hundred feet. The Yao cultivator suddenly let out a loud roar and leaped forward. He raised his Golden Axe high up and chopped downwards. At the same time, the auspicious light below also rose up, but the Yao cultivator felt as if he had hit the water. He hurriedly took a step back, retracted his axe, and chopped down once more.
Ying Ya Daoren had the longest lifespan among the disciples of the ten sects. He was exceptionally shrewd. He didn't seek to make mistakes, but he hoped to avoid them. He didn't even look at the edict that floated down. Instead, he calmly activated his mana. The High Cloud above his head spun rapidly, forming an incomparably tight defense around him.
The demon cultivator swung his axe again and again. Although he could always cut the auspicious light into pieces, every time he raised his axe again. That light would be mended up again, leaving no gaps for him to slip through.
Over at the Lishan Sect, a Yuanying Elder was initially very calm. However, when he saw the banner that appeared from the demonic clouds, his expression changed drastically. He reminded Cao Minrou, who was about to step forward, "Junior Sister Cao, the person who will be fighting this time is that Jiuling Sect's Yan Huixin. In these hundred years, he has killed countless disciples of the three western sects. Many of our fellow disciples have had their bodies taken away by this person's demonic arts. Junior Sister, you have to be careful. You have to guard your spirit well and not give him any chance to take advantage of you. "
The three western sects referred to the Lishan Sect, Pingdu Sect, and Huanzhen Sect. Because these three sects were located to the west of Dong Hua and were the weakest among the ten great Xuanying sects, their disciples would often work together to protect each other when they went out. They were often called by the same name.
As for the Jiuling Sect, they were also located to the west and would often have conflicts with these three sects. Hence, they were all familiar with the highly skilled disciples of the other sects.
And this Yan Huixin was someone who was extremely famous. He had fought with the disciples of the three western sects many times and had never lost.
Cao Minrou was shocked as well. The cultivators of the Jiuling Sect were good at taking the bodies of others for their own use. The scariest thing was that many of those who were enslaved did not lose their consciousness and memories. It was as if they were willing to be controlled by them. It was truly strange. She could not help but nod her head cautiously, "Junior Sister will remember."
She knew her own capabilities very well. When the decree floated down, she did not rush to receive it. Instead, she purposely lagged behind, waiting for Ying Ya and Daoren to connect with one of them before she flew out on the astral winds.
She went up the cloud and saw a woman with a veil on her face coming from afar. Looking at that graceful figure, she seemed a little familiar.
When she neared, that woman's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of surprise. She took off her veil and revealed an incomparably beautiful face, saying, "Junior Sister, why are you here?"
Cao Minrou's body trembled as she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Senior Sister Luo, it's you!"
She then suddenly felt that something was wrong and retreated a few steps, saying warily, "You are not Senior Sister Luo."
That woman shook her head and said, "Minrou, do you remember when you entered the sect when you were only three or four years old? You were so lively and active. You accidentally consumed a Cinnabar Cold Pill and your life was hanging by a thread. It was I who flew for six sleepless nights to pick a fire pear from the South Sea for you? Do you remember when you were 14 years old, you met a snake demon while picking a cinnabar fruit and fell off a cliff? It was I who saved you. Do you remember … "
As Cao Minrou listened to her recount past events, tears welled up in her eyes and her hands started to tremble uncontrollably.
Although she knew that this person in front of her was no longer from the same sect, the fighting spirit in her heart was fading bit by bit.
On top of the Guangyuan Sect's mountain, the middle-aged cultivator saw a talisman flying towards him and was overjoyed. However, he was not very willing to fight against a disciple of the Devil Sect. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before turning around to look at Elder Shen. Seeing that he was sitting there without moving, he pointed to the sky and said, "Elder Shen, why aren't you going to get the talisman?"
In terms of pure cultivation level, Elder Shen was a cultivator of the second layer of Yuanying and had three clouds above his head, which made him stronger than him. Only by ordering him to block Yan Huixin would he be able to take the talisman and escape.
However, Elder Shen shook his head and said, "This is no longer an item of our sect. How can I take it for someone else?"
The middle-aged cultivator said righteously, "Elder Shen, you are wrong. This talisman is still your Guangyuan Sect's. It won't be too late to offer it to us after you get it."
Elder Shen was still unwilling and said, "Just now on the Qingdan Peak, Master Ying reminded me again and again not to be greedy and not to touch this item. Otherwise, why would he send you here? Wouldn't it be better for me to take Daoren and give it to him later? "
The middle-aged cultivator was speechless. However, fighting with others was not his forte. He had seen what happened to Chen Qingping. Each disciple of the Devil Sect was harder to deal with than the last. That Yan Huixin was even more powerful. He had to go and provoke him.
Looking up to the sky, he saw that the Daoist who came down from the banner was already flying over. If he didn't make a move now, the talisman would be taken away. He said anxiously, "Elder Shen, why are you being so reasonable? If I want you to go, then go. Stop talking nonsense!"
Helplessness appeared on Elder Shen's face. He raised his hand and bowed, saying, "Daoren's cultivation level is shallow. His techniques are not as good as the disciples of the other sects. If you insist on me going and the talisman is taken away, don't blame Daoren for me!"
At this moment, the middle-aged cultivator only begged him to make a move. He thought to himself, "If you go and make a move, will you still be able to do anything?"
Thus, he nodded firmly and said seriously, "Don't worry, Elder Shen. If that's really the case, it's not your fault. I will explain it to my senior brother. I won't make things difficult for you."
Elder Shen seemed to agree reluctantly. He made a hand seal and activated his escape art. He turned into a rainbow and soared into the sky.
At this moment, five rays of light climbed up from the north of the river bank and flew toward the peak of Guangyuan Sect.
This shocked the middle-aged cultivator. He was not sure who would intervene at this time.
It was Wu Huanchen and his group. Together with the two deputy hall masters of the Wudang Spiritual Hall and the two senior and junior sisters of the Corpse Cult, there were a total of five Yuanying Enlightened Masters.
They had long set their eyes on the talisman of Guangyuan Sect and had been waiting for an opportunity to make a move. Seeing that the talisman had landed, they rushed out without hesitation.
Wu Huanchen stepped on the astral wind and rushed to the front with the Mountain Quaking Golden Staff in his hand. He made a gesture, and Qi Niangzi and her junior sister went to face the demonic spirit that had its body seized. The two deputy hall masters of the Wudang Spiritual Hall stood behind him to protect him, faintly guarding against the others.
When the middle-aged cultivator saw this, he could not help but exclaim, "Oh no!"
When Elder Shen saw five Yuanying Enlightened Masters coming out of nowhere, he was slightly surprised, but he quickly regained his composure.
He picked up a talisman with two fingers and threw it out with a shake of his hand. The moment the talisman left his hand, it suddenly turned into a streak of golden sword qi and rushed toward Wu Huanchen.
Wu Huanchen's eyes widened in anger. He shouted and raised the Mountain Quaking Golden Staff. He suddenly swung it down and collided with the golden talisman.
With a thunderous rumble, his body trembled, and he rolled twice in the air from the huge force from the talisman.
After he stabilized his body, he was also extremely shocked. He originally thought that this old Daoist was from the Guangyuan Sect, and other than having a higher cultivation, he did not have any powerful abilities. But now, how could a casual strike from him have such power?
Elder Shen took advantage of this gap to fly forward and catch the talisman without a hitch.
With a flash of brilliance, the talisman turned back, and he still held it with two fingers. He looked at it and saw that its luster had dimmed slightly. The three astral clouds above it spun rapidly, and the talisman shone with golden light again.
Wu Huanchen came to a sudden realization. It turned out that this talisman could only be used again after it had been used once.
Seeing that the talisman had fallen into the old man's hands, how could he be polite? He stepped on the cloud and rushed forward with his staff.
Elder Shen narrowed his eyes, but at this moment, he did something unexpected. He shook his hand and threw the talisman at the middle-aged cultivator. He shouted, "Fellow Daoist, catch it!"
His action immediately attracted everyone's attention. Without the talisman, Wu Huanchen did not have the leisure to tangle with Elder Shen. He pointed his staff at the middle-aged cultivator and shouted to the two vice temple masters, "The two of you, come with me to snatch the talisman!"
The middle-aged cultivator cursed inwardly. Under such circumstances, how could he dare to catch the talisman? He rolled his eyes and blew at the sky. The talisman was lifted by the cyclone, and it spun in the air before swiftly rising into the sky.
Wu Huanchen was overjoyed when he saw the middle-aged cultivator give up. Just as he was about to grab the talisman, he suddenly heard a shocking sword cry. His heart trembled, and he turned to look. He saw a brilliant sword light rushing up from Yaoyin Sect's mountain. It streaked across the sky like a star, heading straight for him!
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