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Chapter 338 The Path of the Demon Cult
Qingcheng Mountain.

"People from the Devil's Cult will pass by Mount Qingcheng soon." A young Taoist walked into the Sanqing Hall in a panic.

"Nowadays, under the leadership of a woman, the Devil's Cult is going on a mighty crusade against various sects, and it has wiped out many sects along the way." An old Taoist priest in the hall sighed softly, "Now they will inevitably go to Mount Qingcheng. Daoist leader must be the target of their operation."

"Who named you the head of the Jianghu Taoist? Did Wudang agree?" An elderly Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe came in from outside the hall.

"Master." The Taoist priests in the hall were all startled and called out respectfully.

This elderly Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe is now the head of Qingcheng Mountain, Lu Suzhen. He is called a true Taoist immortal by Qi Tianchen, the national teacher of Tianqi City, and has a high prestige in the martial arts.

"Have the people at the bottom of the mountain been taken to the mountain?" Lu Suzhen asked.

"I have already picked them up." The old Taoist priest who spoke first replied, "But those who are good at martial arts on Mount Qingcheng were all taken to the west by Wang and his party to stop the Demon Sect. Now the Demon Sect broke out of the mountain and came Here, with us on the mountain alone, can we really protect them?"

"If I can't protect it, I have to protect it. My Qingcheng Mountain has eaten the incense of the people at the foot of the mountain for so many years. Now that the disaster is here, how can I back down?" Lu Suzhen snorted coldly, and then shouted, "Yuzhen."

"Come, come, come." A young Taoist priest ran in from outside the temple, dressed crookedly in Taoist robes, and holding a peach in his hand.

"You love peaches so much?" Lu Suzhen glared at him.

The young Taoist took a bite of a peach and said with a smile: "Peaches are destined for me. After eating the peaches, I will wait for the peach blossoms to bloom."

"Chunxin rippling." Lu Suzhen cursed in a low voice.

"You should be young." The young Taoist replied.

"A group of people came down from the mountain." Lu Suzhen said quietly.

The young Taoist took a bite of the peach: "I heard that the Demon Cult is not a good person."

"There are many people around Mount Qingcheng. We have summoned them to the mountain a few days ago. If we start a war with the Demon Cult, we will inevitably injure the people by mistake. Drive them away." Lu Suzhen seemed to be talking about an easy thing.

The young Taoist nodded easily, as if this was really not a difficult task: "Understood, Master."

Lu Suzhen sighed: "They are the Devil's Cult. I heard that they defeated many sects along the way."

"But we are Qingcheng Mountain." The young Taoist walked towards the outside of the hall, and then waved, "We are very powerful."

"Don't use your mahogany sword, use mine." Lu Suzhen waved her finger lightly, and the long sword at her waist was instantly pulled out of its sheath, and flew towards the young Taoist priest. With a wave of his hand, the young Taoist priest caught Qing Xiao Sword, he flicked it lightly, making a crisp sound: "Qingxiao Sword."

"Use this green sky to tell them that the Devil's Cult cannot walk on the mountain road of Mount Qingcheng." Lu Suzhen's voice was like a bell.

"Decree." The young Taoist felt the wind under his feet, and went straight down the mountain.

"Stop at the foot of the mountain." Lu Suzhen reminded.

"No." The young Taoist smiled.

At the foot of Mount Qingcheng. (PS: I really want to say something about Bai Suzhen here.)
Three hundred demon cult members stood there.

At the foot of the mountain, there is no Taoist priest blocking the way as they imagined. A mountain road is empty, leading directly to the top of the mountain, and there is no one there.

"There is no one within a hundred miles below the mountain. If they either escaped or hid on Qingcheng Mountain." A middle-aged man in a black robe said to the person sitting in the sedan chair next to him.

The curtain of the sedan chair was pulled back, and the woman in purple looked at the empty mountain road, and said quietly: "Then the mountain road is so open, is it a trick? Elder Xu?"

The man known as Elder Xu hesitated for a moment and then replied: "The current leader of the Beili Taoist sect in Qingcheng Mountain is even more powerful than Wudang, so it should not be underestimated. The mountain road is wide open, there must be fraud."

"Then us?" The woman frowned slightly, "Set fire to the mountain?"

Elder Xu was taken aback for a moment: "Mount Qingcheng...has always been a place of pilgrimage for Taoists, so burn the mountain, or be disrespectful."

"We are a demon sect. To Taoism, we should naturally disrespect it, set fire to it, and burn down mountains." The woman lowered the curtain.

Elder Xu hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Set fire to the mountain."

"Bold!" Suddenly there was a shout from the mountain.

"Who!" Elder Xu looked up, but there was still no one on the mountain road.

After a while, the voice came up again.

"I!"

A gust of breeze blew, and the curtain of the car door was gently lifted.

A young Taoist priest stood at the foot of the mountain.

Three hundred members of the Demon Cult, a young Taoist priest, stood opposite each other, silent for a long time.

Everyone was shocked by the sentence "I", because the Taoist priest is really imposing, and the Taoist priest also has a fairy demeanor.

Only the woman in the sedan chuckled lightly: "Who are you?"

"Mount Qingcheng, Zhao Yuzhen." The young Taoist waved the sword in his hand lightly, and a sword wind slashed across, leaving a long sword mark in front of the demon cult members standing at the front.

Elder Xu looked at the sword and said in a deep voice, "Qingxiao Sword."

"Good eyesight, it is indeed my Qingcheng Mountain's most precious Qingxiao Sword. Today I am holding the sword here, and those who go up the mountain will be killed!" Zhao Yuzhen sternly said.

"Qingxiao is a famous sword in the world, I really want to try it." What Elder Xu used was a sword, the hilt of which was shaped like a skeleton.

"Then come here." Zhao Yuzhen stretched out a finger and ticked it lightly.

Elder Xu was taken aback for a moment, looked at the deserted mountain road, and swallowed: "No, come here."

"I can't come here, you come here." Zhao Yuzhen shook his head.

When Elder Xu heard this, he felt that there was a deceit on the mountain path, so why would he go there: "Is there an ambush there?"

"I'm the only one, you said you want to try, what are you afraid of?" Zhao Yuzhen said angrily.

Elder Xu held the hilt of his sword, hesitating.

"Elder Xu, there is no ambush on the mountain road." The woman in the sedan chair said quietly, "I think this young Taoist priest really wants you to go and fight him."

"I'm really in a hurry." Zhao Yuzhen couldn't hold back at last, he tapped his foot, stepped over the group of Demon Cultists and came directly in front of Elder Xu, and swung his sword down.

One sword turns into ten thousand swords.

"Infinite!" Zhao Yuzhen shouted.

Elder Xu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he swung the long sword in his hand hastily, but it was empty.

Zhao Yuzhen suddenly put away the Qingxiao sword, touched it on the ground, and retreated back, then landed on the same spot again, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Is this not going down the mountain?"

Elder Xu came back to his senses and looked at his hand, but there was only one hilt left. He raised his head suddenly, only to find that the curtain of the sedan chair had been cut off by a single sword, and the blade of his long sword was stuck in it. In the sedan chair, there was only an inch away from the woman.

"It's still the same sentence, whoever passes through this sword mark will be killed." Zhao Yuzhen licked his lips.

"Go." The woman in the sedan chair said calmly.

(End of this chapter)