Old Ma took two steps forward and suddenly saw a familiar villager who frequented the tavern. He quickly grabbed him and asked, "What's going on up ahead? Why is it so noisy?"
The villager did not stop and said loudly, "I heard that a few Immortal Masters from the Thousand Autumns Sect found a demon from the Divine Sect of the Three Realms who had snuck into the sect. He's now at the entrance of the village."
Old Ma's body shook and he unconsciously let go of the villager. After a while, he turned around and looked at Lu Chen who was beside him.
He saw that his friend was frowning slightly, his face indifferent, but there seemed to be a strange light in his eyes.
Old Ma took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Let's go back."
Lu Chen looked at him and said lightly, "If you turn back now, wouldn't it look even more strange to others?"
Old Ma frowned and looked around. Sure enough, almost everyone in the village was walking in the direction of the village entrance. At this time, if only the two of them suddenly turned around halfway, it would indeed be a little conspicuous. At this moment, Lu Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "Let's go, let's go take a look together." As he said that, he walked straight ahead.
Behind him, Old Ma sighed helplessly and followed.
The two of them walked all the way to the entrance of Qingshuitang Village. The place was half filled with water and half filled with fields. There was only a path in the middle that led outside. About three hundred feet away from the entrance of the village, there were five people dressed in similar clothes standing there. One of them had a foot-long wound on his chest. Blood seeped out and dyed half of his body red, but he still held a sharp sword in his hand, as if he had not given up on struggling. The other four spread out and surrounded him, also holding sharp swords in their hands. They all looked disdainful and disgusted.
Lu Chen and Old Ma stood in an inconspicuous spot in the crowd and watched the scene unfold in front of them. They saw that the five people were dressed in the style that the disciples of the Thousand Autumns Sect usually wore. The four who surrounded them consisted of middle-aged men and young men, while the injured one looked to be in his early twenties. He seemed to be the remnant of the Divine Sect of the Three Realms that was being hunted down and hunted down.
From the corner of his eye, Old Ma looked to his side and saw that everyone was looking at them eagerly and nervously. No one had noticed the two of them, so he nudged Lu Chen without saying a word, but his eyes showed a hint of inquiry.
Lu Chen stared at the young man for a moment and did not speak. He only shook his head lightly.
For some reason, Old Ma suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the leader of the four from the Thousand Autumns Sect, a middle-aged man with a cold expression pointed his sword at the young man and shouted, "Vile spawn! You're about to die, and you still don't know how to repent? "
The young man was heavily injured and his expression changed. He smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I've always been respectful to you and served you well. I've never done anything wrong to you. Why do you still treat me like this?"
The middle-aged man heard this and frowned. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face. It seemed that the person in front of him had always been his favorite, but now he was a little hesitant.
The young man suddenly fell to his knees and threw away the sword in his hand. He crawled forward and cried to the middle-aged man, "Master, Master, I was wrong, please forgive me …"
The middle-aged man sighed and the sword in his hand slowly drooped. He sighed and said, "The sect's rules are strict and the League of Immortals has strict orders. There's nothing I can do. You can only blame yourself for walking the wrong path. Fine, fine. Since we're master and disciple, I will … "
While he was speaking, the people around him were also listening attentively. However, in a distant corner of the crowd, Lu Chen suddenly snorted softly. Old Ma, who was beside him, was slightly startled and turned to look at him. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Martial Uncle, be careful!"
The middle-aged cultivator's body trembled. Before he could react, the young man who was kneeling in front of him suddenly pulled out a short blade from under his sleeve. The young man's figure burst forward, and he directly stabbed the middle-aged man's abdomen with the short blade.
This sneak attack was vicious. Even though the middle-aged man's cultivation was far stronger than the young man's, he was caught off guard and couldn't dodge.
However, the middle-aged man's cultivation was extraordinary. With a roar, all the muscles in his body tightened. At the same time, he struck out with his palm and sent the disobedient disciple flying. He staggered back three steps and was about to roar when his voice suddenly became hoarse. He looked down and saw that the wound on his abdomen was bleeding black blood.
"There's poison on the blade!" The other three disciples of the Thousand Autumns Sect had already rushed forward with angry roars, surrounding the young man and attacking him.
The young man was seriously injured. He had already thrown away his longsword, and he did not retrieve his dagger after injuring the middle-aged man. At this moment, he was empty-handed. Under the siege of his three former fellow disciples, he could only retreat in defeat. However, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he seemed to have gone mad. He laughed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The True God has descended and unified the Three Realms! In the future, I will ascend to the ranks of immortals and go … "
Before he could even finish his sentence, he had already been struck by a ray of sword light and fell to the ground. The disciples of the Thousand Autumns Clan who followed closely behind him all looked like they hated this person to the core. They all followed closely behind. Sword lights rained down and in the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere. In an instant, this person was reduced to a pile of meat paste in broad daylight.
Immediately afterward, the three of them quickly turned around and surrounded the injured middle-aged cultivator. When they saw the wound, they looked at each other with fear on their faces.
At this time, the middle-aged man was the calmest. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back to the mountain."
Only then did the three of them react, and they hurriedly agreed. Then, one of them carried the middle-aged cultivator while the other two protected him, and they dashed away. No one cared about the remnant of the Divine Sect of the Three Realms anymore.
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Only a short period of time had passed since they received the news and rushed out to witness the sudden change in the fierce battle. However, the intrigue and fierceness of the battle had greatly shocked the mortals who were watching the battle. After a while, the people at the entrance of the village slowly dispersed. At the same time, among the discussions, most of them were curious and curious about the Divine Sect of the Three Realms.
Many people knew about this. Since it wasn't a secret, they took the opportunity to tell the young people who didn't know much about the Divine Sect of the Three Realms. The general idea was that the Divine Sect of the Three Realms was actually a sect with a long history. They believed in the three realms of gods, humans, and ghosts.
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