Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 577 Return to Baohua Sect

"Demons! So many monsters!"

As the "outpost" of the Seven Sons of Nanhong, Baohua Sect has seen all kinds of storms, big and small, over the years.

But at this moment, facing the inquiries from his own sect master and three other seniors in the Hedao realm, the great elder of the Baohua Sect was still trembling with fear, his eyes were dazed, and he looked like he was frightened out of his wits.

You know, at present, the Baohua Sect is unscathed and its formation is intact, which means that it has not faced that group of big monsters head-on.

Was he just a bystander, or was he hiding in the treasure land and spying? What kind of horrible situation could make a monk from Baiyujing so embarrassed?

Several sect leaders looked at each other, their faces looking a little ugly. It seemed that the situation was much worse than they had imagined.

"Please forgive me, seniors. I really can't tell how many... demonic clouds that cover the sky and the sun are there. The demonic power they stir up when they pass by has caused our sect's formation to violently shake. This is definitely not a force that can be mobilized by a single force, not even the West Dragon Palace!"

The elder of the Baohua Sect finally managed to calm down and said in horror: "With so many monsters coming out, Nanhong is going to be in big trouble."

He had never seen so many powerful monsters with such terrifying strength in his life.

Moreover, this group of demons gathered together inexplicably.

"..."

Deng Xiangjun withdrew her gaze and said nothing, but there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

When they were escorting the leader of the Baohua Sect back, the journey was smooth and they did not see the monsters that the elders of the Baohua Sect had mentioned.

Of course, he was not questioning whether the other party was talking nonsense.

Deng Xiangjun just thought more deeply.

The demons from Xihong suddenly migrated south, and such a big commotion was definitely the work of the West Dragon Palace. However, he didn't believe that these demons, who were used to living freely, would willingly obey the orders of the Dragon Palace, die for these dragons, and become the vanguards in the expedition against the Seven Sons of Nanhong.

Most likely it was forced.

But at this moment, it was obvious that someone was passing messages to them, otherwise Nanhong would have been in chaos long ago, and it would not be the situation they saw along the way.

None of the sect leaders is stupid.

In a flash, a terrifying answer came to mind.

That damn Nanlong Palace actually treated Nanhong as a rare delicacy, the fat meat on the table, and gave it to this group of demons migrating south for free. Only in this way could they temporarily control their temper.

If these big monsters really want to kill, they will not only kill the monks, but the aquatic creatures will not be able to escape either.

"This old lunatic is going to fight us to the death!"

Deng Xiangjun let out a long sigh. He could almost imagine that even after the Seven Sons of Nanhong and Nanlong Palace had decided the winner, this vast land and water would still be in turmoil for a long time, with people suffering everywhere.

As for how to deal with it.

They don’t even know the number of monsters now, let alone come up with any countermeasures. This is not a disaster that can be solved by any one force alone.

If it were a normal situation, and the monsters from Xihong invaded Nanhong, in order to defend against it, it would probably require the Seven Sons and the Dragon Palace to join forces.

What's more, Nanlong Palace was the one who sold Nanhong, and he is sitting opposite.

This means that the Seven Sons of Nanhong have to resist the Nanlong Palace and the entire Xihong demon clan on their own, and they also have to be on guard against sneak attacks from the Xilong Palace at any time.

Not to mention the seven of us now, even when Senior Brother Qin was here it might not be possible!
Protect those vassal forces and allied clans? If these demons really obeyed the Dragon Palace's orders, then the Seventh Son should worry about himself first.

“I’m afraid… we have to talk about Xuan Qing again and ask Donglong Palace for its opinion.” Sect Master Wushuang smiled bitterly. If they really encountered such a big crisis, the most useful person would actually be the half-son-in-law of Donglong Palace, who was personally taught by the former Sect Master of Nanyang Sect.

"Several seniors."

Hearing Xuan Qing's name, the leader of the Baohua Sect took a deep breath and covered the bitterness at the corners of his lips: "Please go back quickly."

In addition to their own sect, the Seven Sons of Nanhong have thousands of vassals and millions of cultivators under their command. They are completely without the protection of the treasure land. Under these millions of cultivators, there are countless ordinary people who depend on them for their lives.

"From today on, the Baohua Sect's formation will be temporarily closed. As for the living beings in the surrounding area, please take care of them and bring them into the treasure land. I'll trouble the Sect Master to do that." Deng Xiangjun nodded his chin slightly.

"I understand. Please rest assured, senior."

The leader of the Baohua Sect said no more. He personally escorted the three people out of the treasure land and watched them leave.

"Master..." The treasure flower fairy Zhilan supported the old woman and tried to stay calm, but her white fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Go and make arrangements."

The leader of the Baohua Sect looked at his disciple with pity. Although the other party was the heir to the treasure land, compared with those Taoist disciples, his age was no different from that of a baby. He did not have enough time to grow in both experience and cultivation, and had encountered such a crisis that even he felt palpitations.

"Disciple understands."

Zhilan nodded seriously, then took out her Taoist card, kept her voice calm, and began to mobilize the elders and deacons of the sect in a familiar and orderly manner, and began to accept the innocent lives around her in the most efficient way.

No matter the way of acceptance or the arrangements after entering the treasure land, the leader of Baohua Sect could find no fault with it.

It's ridiculous to say that.

She had originally tried to take over the affairs of the Baohua Sect just to find someone, but that person never spoke to her again, and she was becoming more and more like a qualified Taoist.

As time passes, the sun and the moon rotate.

Under the leadership of many monks from the Baohua Sect, groups of vassal forces began to pour into the treasure land.

The old woman held a cane and stared at the sky quietly.

Suddenly, her face froze slightly, and she threw the cane in her hand towards the sky.

The originally plain and simple crutch swelled up in the wind after it was released from his hand, and soon turned into a giant tree over a thousand feet tall that supported the sky. The tree was full of vitality, with hundreds of flowers blooming. With its vast momentum, it disturbed the sea of ​​clouds and smashed down heavily somewhere!

At the same time, a huge furry forearm suddenly stretched out from the sea of ​​clouds and reached out to the many monks below.

Its five fingers spread out like a net that drags the sky and the earth, leaving no way for any living creature below to survive.

Fortunately, the giant Hundred Flowers tree smashed down on the arm, leaving its skin and flesh torn apart, and a violent howl was heard in the sea of ​​clouds!

"Ow—"

The moment that ferocious ape face emerged from the sky, the breathing of many monks below suddenly stopped, as if they were struck by lightning!

"Go in! Close the formation!"

Zhilan passed through the crowd and warned loudly.

The moment she spoke, the sea of ​​clouds rolled up again, and a strong white wing flapped fiercely on the giant tree. A violent storm of breath swept downwards, and the aftermath alone was enough to leave no bones left of many cultivators.

The giant tree of flowers flew backwards, petals flying everywhere, and it transformed into the shape of a walking stick again. It slammed back into the old woman's palm, causing her to stumble back several steps.

The leader of the Baohua Sect forced himself to steady himself and quickly looked downward, trying to stop the raging wind formed by the aura of heaven and earth, but it was already too late.

At this moment, it seemed as if a mountain fell down, like an indestructible barrier, blocking the way ahead.

The breeze blows across the hills, but it remains unmoved.

When the atmosphere returned to normal, the panicked crowd looked carefully, but saw no hills there, only an old man in sackcloth standing there.

The old man stared upwards with a fake smile: "How could you two, a pair of enemies, get together? Old monkey, have you forgotten that it once bit your mother's head to pieces?"

Before he finished speaking, another tall and strong old man appeared beside him. The two of them stood one in front of the other, and their momentum turned from a hill into a continuous mountain range, becoming increasingly stable and difficult to shake.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help."

The leader of the Baohua Sect breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her disciple was also in the crowd before.

"polite."

The old man bowed slightly and said casually: "The Banshan Sect follows the order of Sect Master Shen from Nanyang and comes to Nanhong to provide assistance!" Hearing Sect Master Shen's name, Sect Master Baohua was slightly startled, and Zhilan in the crowd also subconsciously looked towards the old man in front.

It turned out that the young sect leader was still concerned about their Baohua Sect.

Moreover, even such a strong man now has to obey the other party's orders... Sect Master Shen is becoming more and more like the Sect Master of Nanyang a hundred thousand years ago.

"Ah."

The Banshan Sect Master retracted his hand, his expression turned indifferent again, and he looked towards the sky: "Why are you hiding there? Don't I know your abilities? Get out of here now!"

Compared to fighting these two demons, it is more important to help the monks of this sect retreat to the treasure land first.

"What a joke! A monk from Xihong comes here to help these southern barbarians guard the treasure land. Old Huang, you really have nothing better to do."

The old ape slowly retracted his arm and said sarcastically, "You are following the orders of the Nanyang Sect Master. Have you not been out of the house in the past 100,000 years? You are too isolated from the news."

Do you really think that the Seven Sons of Nanhong are still the same Seven Sons as before, and the big legs that the Banshan Sect can rely on?
"It doesn't matter. There are delicacies everywhere in the southern barbarians. Although this bite is a little fatter, it will be the same next time. You'd better stay here and wait for me to add two more dishes to the table."

The old ape smiled sinisterly, knowing that it was impossible to do anything, and did not stay any longer. His whole face slowly disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

"..."

The leader of the Banshan Sect stood there in silence. Although he wanted to refute, as a member of the Xihong force and having witnessed what had happened in recent days, he knew very well that what the old ape said was true.

Otherwise, he would not have rushed here from Xihong with the branch leader.

With the full efforts of the Dragon Palace to expel the monsters, Xihong has rarely experienced a peaceful situation without any big monsters. This is a good thing for them, but for Nanhong... it makes people feel cold just thinking about it.

Under this trend, whether the Banshan Sect comes or not will not affect the situation at all.

They can only do what they can.

"Fellow Daoist, after accepting this group of people, we should close the sect first and see how the situation develops."

Just by looking at the situation, the Banshan Sect Leader knew that the Baohua Sect Leader was a kind person, but it was indeed too late.

"I see."

The old woman sighed and looked towards her disciple.

Zhilan pursed her lips, glanced at the group of sad-looking fellow cultivators in front of her, closed her eyes, and took out the jade slip: "Wait until they enter the sect, and then prepare to close the formation."

He has the desire to save lives, but lacks the corresponding strength.

Today, the Baohua Sect is in a difficult situation.

The crowd began to surge again, but compared to the previous orderliness, many monks at this moment were scrambling to squeeze forward, fearing that they would fall behind and not be able to enter the treasure land before them.

And more monks from the vassal forces are still in various places, eagerly waiting to be led by the Baohua Sect.

At this moment, the surging crowd suddenly stopped.

All that was heard was an extremely sharp monkey roar exploding in the air, like a bolt from the blue, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.

In an instant, the entire blue sky suddenly twisted, the sun and the moon lost their luster, and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

A phantom hand seemed to appear in the sky, grabbing the old ape's neck indifferently, capturing the big monster that had already left, and imprisoned it under the blue sky.

Then he forcibly pulled out the hidden figure, and threw it down with a bang as it struggled frantically!

Rumbling--

The huge ape with thick fur and strong body seemed to be able to cross the river in one step. At this moment, it was like a mountain falling down and smashing heavily on the land!
Many cultivators, whether they were riding magic weapons or standing on the ground, were all blown away in a very miserable state by the turbulent aura.

They looked over there in horror.

I saw a body as huge as a mountain twitching slightly, the entire spine had been ruthlessly broken, and the hideous head was hanging on the back danglingly. Under the intact fur, the flesh and blood had long been crushed into minced meat by the huge force, and it was obviously lifeless.

Yet the sky is still changing.

An equally huge figure rushed out from the sea of ​​clouds, trying to escape from this prison in panic.

No matter how fast it escapes, the sky will extend as wide as it can.

The next moment, the entire sky suddenly sank downwards under the horrified gaze of everyone!

The sky is falling!
The crane demon, whose feathers were as white as jade, was caught in a violent gust of wind and was suppressed without any power to struggle. It stared at the endless sky pressing towards it with a horrified look.

boom!
The sea of ​​clouds heavily splattered over the land, making the entire area around Baohua Sect look like a fairyland.

A strong smell of blood was wafting through the diffuse clouds and mist, but when the white mist dissipated, the crane monster was already lying together with the old ape, its entire body deflated and turned into a torn skin bag filled with flesh.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the three giants in the Hedao realm had horrified expressions at this moment, looking up in a daze.

The blue sky remained the same, clear and tranquil.

It was as if the previous changes were just their illusions.

If you insist on saying there is any difference.

In the clear sky, there appeared a figure in black clothes standing with his hands hanging down. His clothes fluttered, as if the whole world was responding to it.

On the young man's fair face, the pair of clear eyes swept around calmly, as if he was patrolling his territory.

It was clearly suspended between the real blue sea and sky, but it gave people the illusion that he was in the treasure land of Hedao.

"..."

Zhilan swallowed and stared at the familiar face. She really couldn't reconcile it with the young monk who had a slightly impatient look on his face, but inexplicably made people feel at ease.

But the feeling of security remains the same as always.

It seems that as long as the other person stands in front of him, there is nothing in the world worth worrying about.

"Sect Master Shen?"

The leader of the Baohua Sect hesitated for a long time before calling out this name uncertainly.

She remembered that the last time she saw Sect Master Shen in the Nanyang Treasure Land, he didn't seem like this...

After making sure there were no other demons, Shen Yi retracted his gaze and looked at the leader of the Baohua Sect: "Are you okay?"

"..."

The leader of the Baohua Sect shook his head without hesitation.

Whether there is a problem or not depends on who you compare with.

Compared with the two great demons in the Hedao realm that had already died, the little shock these cultivators suffered was nothing.

"Shen Yue Fa! Definitely Shen Yue Fa!"

The Banshan Sect Leader smacked his lips and secretly glanced at the branch sect leader next to him, his face full of excitement.

He also studied the three methods of Shenyue, Zhenyue and Qingtian.

The movement of Sect Master Shen's attack just now was exactly as he had imagined these three methods would appear together. This peerless genius really had blended these three methods into such a perfect harmony.

Although there is no magic in the Nameless Mountain, the opponent actually relied on himself to forcibly upgrade this magic formula to the terrifying effect that only magic can have!
"call."

The sub-sect leader let out a sigh of relief. He now finally understood why the sect leader had been so eager to drag him over here.

The Seven Sons of Nanhong might not be big names, but the young man in front of them will definitely be the thickest tree in the whole Hongze except for the immortals in the future!

(End of this chapter)