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Chapter 229: The Smoke of War Resurfaces
When Qingxuzi stopped.

The sky was already burning with red clouds, and the sunset was very beautiful.

But in the eyes of Wenjiu and the others, they couldn't help but think of the disaster far away in Jiangcheng.

Feeling sorry for Wen Jiu's narrow escape, Qingze interrupted his master's coughing and said, "Master, Junior Sister just took a breath. If you have anything to say, it's better to wait until we get back to the attic and finish it in front of everyone."

After saying that, he squatted down and motioned for the warm wine to be brought up.

"Thank you, senior brother."

The warm wine suppressed the tears in the corners of my eyes, and I gently climbed onto the back that had always been out of my reach since I was a child.

In fact, in another parallel world, when Wen Jiu was first taken back by Qingxuzi, he naturally lacked a sense of security, so he cared a lot about his only senior brother, and was also envious of the way senior brothers and sisters from other sects got along with each other.

Because Qingze himself has a cold personality.

So most of the time he watched Wenjiu grow up, giving him tips on cultivation from time to time, and he didn't pay much attention to other things. But when Qingxuzi decided to seal Bai Heng in Wenjiu's body, it was Qingze who stopped him alone.

But in the end it didn't work.

Because of this, Qingxuzi and Qingze began to gradually drift apart.

The senior brothers and sisters were in front, while Qingxuzi led his little disciple following behind. He knew very well what his eldest disciple was thinking. It seemed that he had also remembered things in the other world to some extent.

It's just that many people don't want to believe it.

However, Qingxuzi and his disciple, who were in the Xuanmen sect, were very receptive to warm wine.

The four people quickly returned to the attic. When they saw the beautiful woman carried by Qingze, most of them showed curiosity. However, Ling Rui, who was driven out by several leaders, burst into tears after seeing Wen Jiu.

"Warm the wine! I'm glad you're still alive!"

"Don't worry, I will protect you well this time, brother!"

Wen Jiu stayed behind Qing Ze obediently. Ling Rui looked anxious. She pulled her lips and said soothingly, "I'm fine. It's just that there are more important things to discuss. You, Mu Dan and the others, as well as the leaders of the younger generation, go to the attic."

She would not hide the dream left by Qin Jingfu and Senior Qingyuan.

It may also be the most important key point in dealing with the God of Plague, but it is definitely not possible to rely on these old sisters alone. Even when the spiritual energy was abundant thousands of years ago, the predecessors had to use up half of Xuanmen's luck to seal the God of Plague.

Today, the world is short of spiritual energy.

The way of heaven is to sit back and watch, in the end it will take more people and unity to succeed.

Ling Rui and his companions had experienced life and death, so how could they not have thought of this? However...

He was a little embarrassed: "I just rushed in here and was chased out. You also know that the attic conference room has always been entered by the previous masters. Even if the disciples have the imperial edict, they cannot go in and obey."

"pedantic!"

“Old brand!”

This time, Wenjiu and Qingxuzi were talking at the same time. Qingxuzi glanced at his disciple and knew that she was now the leader of the younger generation of Xuanmen. Now was the time for her to cultivate her own appeal. He said, "You go outside and mobilize them. I'll go in and talk to those old pedants."

Wenjiu nodded.

She looked at the people in the square. Xuanmen had been declining since the thousand-year war.

Even if the five major sects were added together, there were no more than two thousand people who were ready to start building their foundation. However, this was far from enough to fight against those bloodthirsty and murderous demons.

Wenjiu got off Qingze's back, suppressed the wound on his body, and summoned the red rose.

In the ancient tomb, before the God of Plague sealed his dantian, she had already left a retreat for Red Rose and Xiao Bai. As long as they could survive, she could escape, and she could also use the power of the contract to call them back to her side. Otherwise, if they stayed outside, she wouldn't know what to do.

"Everyone, I believe you all know that the God of Plague was born in Jiangcheng. In the ancient tomb, I witnessed with my own eyes the Plague God's brutal acts of killing. Those heroes of our Xuanmen who followed him up the mountain to fight against him fell into the hands of the Plague God and became mummies in half a second. The Plague God despises everything and calls on demons. He treats his subordinates without mercy, and the subordinates he recruits are all evil cannibals. Once they are allowed to succeed, the world will be reduced to an endless purgatory. Our Xuanmen has gone through thousands of years, and protecting the people is engraved in our bones and blood. In this chaotic world of demons, how can we retreat? How can we retreat?!"

The news of the plague god's coming had already spread.

Most of the timid and fearful monks have already fled.

Those who stayed behind were all willing to sacrifice their lives for humanity and Xuanmen. When they heard Wenjiu's high-spirited call, how could they hold back the boiling hot blood in their bodies?

Two thousand people heard the call for the spiritual power of the warm wine to spread.

They also responded with the sound of horns spreading spiritual power: "We will not retreat!"

"Yes, I won't retreat!"

"Don't retreat!"

"Don't retreat!"

Everyone's sleeves fluttered in the air, and Taoist robes of various colors mixed with monks' robes rustled in the wind.

Wenjiu's eyes were filled with tears. With such a group of righteous people around, what was there to be afraid of?
Humans will never be slaves.

People will never die!
Even so, the God of Plague should not be underestimated. Next, Wen Jiu told Ling Rui and Mu Dan the plan he had thought of on the way. They were already the leaders of the younger generation and would be more adept at commanding.

And Qingze itself is a rock that guards the mountain.

With them outside, Wen Jiu walked into the attic with confidence and took a deep breath. She was ready to break down the barriers between Xuanmen and various forces.

Judging from her brief battle with the God of Plague in the ancient tomb.

The war is about to start.

The world cannot be protected by Xuanmen alone.

There are capitalists in the ordinary world, and in the world of cultivators, there are also powerful families that have stood for thousands of years. Their status is beyond the major sects and they are extremely xenophobic. However, each of them has a family inheritance, endless wealth and cultivation resources. In the eyes of cultivators, they can be called ancient aristocratic families.

Generally speaking, water does not enter the river.

Although in recent years some hidden big families are willing to send their children into their sects, the hidden big families tend to be the high-profile ones, and even Yang Zhong has to give them some ground.

For such a large clan, one can imagine what kind of fighting power it has accumulated over thousands of years.

So, after she stood still and heard Yang Zhong asking her what she thought, Wen Jiu blurted out: "Break up the divisions between families and sects, reorganize the army and fight the enemy together."

She paused and looked straight up at the five great leaders.

He added without any expression: "Also, give an explanation for the liquidation of the Xie family ten years ago. The Xie family should be an ally, not an enemy."

After hearing the first major problem, Wang Yi had already backed down.

After hearing that he had to give an explanation to the Xie family, his beard started to puff up with anger.

"The Xie family is colluding with evildoers. Do we need such an ally? The sect leader saw that you were young and promising and wanted to promote you, but you dared to speak for the rebels, not to mention breaking up the hidden family. Do you think it is so easy? They have the ability to protect themselves, why should they be our allies? Instead, they want us old guys to lick their faces and beg them!?"

After Wang Yi finished speaking, Zhang Tang's expression also changed.