Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Half a day later!
As the sun gradually set in the sky, many monks at the foot of "Baimeng Mountain" began to retreat after receiving orders from above.

The battlefield, which was originally extremely lively, gradually became quiet as many monks left.

The supervising and law enforcement monks who had stayed behind quickly rushed into the battlefield and carried away all the bodies that had fallen on the ground.

Soon, the entire "Bai Meng Mountain" became much cleaner, leaving only a scarlet scent with a strong smell of blood.

On a low mountain to the north of "Baimeng Mountain".

Huang Siyuan, who was commanding his own monks, saw a ray of light falling from the sky and hurriedly ran to meet it.

"What are the casualties today?"

Seeing Huang Siyuan coming over, Song Qingming, who had just returned from high altitude, glanced at the army of monks retreating in an orderly manner around him, and asked quickly.

Hearing this, Huang Siyuan nodded slightly and said, "The specific battle reports have not been fully compiled yet.

However, I just took a rough look at the situation, and it is similar to the previous few days. None of us are hurt, and the casualties among the monks below are not too serious.

However, the other side had more people and more power, and the people from Lingyin Sect could not get out, and we had no way to break through the defense line.

It seems that the Yuxiao Sect is determined to destroy the Lingyin Sect this time."

As reinforcements, after Song Qingming and his men arrived at "Bai Meng Mountain", they fought several battles with many sects including the "Yuxiao Sect" that besieged the mountain.

However, both parties are from the same human sect in the "Floating Cloud Mountain Range" cultivation world, and they do not have much hatred against each other.

The intensity of these several battles was far less intense than when the "Xiaoyao Sect" faced the attacks of monsters before.

When Song Qingming, Huang Siyuan and other Jindan cultivators faced cultivators of the same level who came to stop them, the fight between the two sides was basically just a sparring match, and there was no life-and-death fight.

As for the army of cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stages below, casualties are inevitable in such a large battlefield, even with swords and knives that have no mercy.

However, the monks on both sides were still somewhat restrained when facing each other.

Although there are a large number of monks in the coalition forces of the "Yuxiao Sect" and other sects, these days they have basically been focusing on defending the front line and have not taken the initiative to counterattack the "Xiaoyao Sect".

After all, the main purpose of the "Yuxiao Sect" is to destroy the "Lingyin Sect", and they do not want to make a mortal enemy with the "Xiaoyao Sect" that came to support them.

Therefore, after several battles, although the battlefield was very lively, the losses of the cultivators on Song Qingming's side were not great, with only less than two hundred casualties.

“Since the Yuxiao Sect has chosen to turn against us, they will naturally not give up easily.

It is estimated that these people will have to wait until the reinforcements from Xingchen Gate and Tianji Sect arrive before they will give up.

At this point, we can only wait and see! "

After hearing Huang Siyuan's brief report, Song Qingming smiled and nodded in response, then took Huang Siyuan to the top of the mountain.

It had only been two years since I returned from the "Northern Frontier", but I didn't expect that so soon I would encounter civil unrest in Shandong and had to lead people to come to the rescue.

Since he formed his infant form, Song Qingming felt that as his cultivation level increased, the responsibilities on his shoulders seemed to have increased a lot.

When he was still in the Jindan realm, he didn't need to look too far ahead. He just needed to keep an eye on his own territory near "Qinghe County".

But after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, whether it is the invasion of monsters, the trouble caused by evil cultivators, or the disputes between nearby sects.

Not only Weiguo, it seemed that the entire "Floating Cloud Mountain Range" immortal cultivation world was already related to him.

Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan were facing the setting sun, and their figures gradually became longer and were imprinted on the mountain path.

After nightfall.

In the ancestral hall on the top of "Baimeng Mountain", a woman in white was sitting upright on a cushion with her eyes closed in meditation.

The woman in white is named Situ Jing. She is not only the Jindan elder of the "Lingyin Sect", but also a direct descendant of the sect's supreme elder Situ Yan.

As a descendant of Situ Yan, Situ Jing naturally gained the trust of the sect's Nascent Soul ancestor.

The reason why she was sitting in the Patriarch's Hall at this critical moment of the sect was to guard this very important center of the sect's formation.

Just as Situ Jing was meditating in seclusion, she suddenly felt a special fluctuation of spiritual power in the hall.

Situ Jing, who noticed something unusual, quickly opened her eyes and then quickly moved to a secret room behind the hall.

Seeing the spiritual power fluctuations constantly flashing from the center of the formation not far in front of him, Situ Jing's face suddenly showed a bit of doubt.

"Strange, how could anyone trigger the mountain protection formation at this time?
Could it be an enemy attack? "

These days, although the monks besieging the "Baimeng Mountain" have been fighting hard to attack the formation every day, they basically attack during the day and retreat to the camp to rest at night.

Logically speaking, at this time, no one except the cultivators within the clan would casually touch the formation.

Situ Jing, who found something was wrong, immediately cast a spell to send out a message, then stood up and went to the hall outside.

After standing there anxiously waiting for a while, Situ Jing saw a foundation-building disciple running in quickly.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Reporting to the elder, people from the Yuxiao Sect suddenly appeared on the east side of the mountain and attacked the formation. The guarding monks were caught off guard and the enemy seems to have rushed in!"

"What! How is this possible? Where is Senior Brother Luo?"

Just as Situ Jing finished speaking, a figure in a green robe with an anxious look on his face suddenly appeared at the door and headed straight for her.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong with you?"

“Junior Sister Situ, the people from Yuxiao Sect used high-level formation-breaking beads and have already opened a gap on the east side of the formation and are charging up the mountain.

Junior Brother Li just died in battle, and we are about to be unable to resist.

Junior sister, please go to the back mountain and ask the senior uncle to come out of retreat, otherwise it will be too late."

"Okay, I'll go to the back hill right away.

Senior Brother Luo, please stay here and help me guard the formation. I will be back soon."

At this time, our ancestor Situ Yan should still be in seclusion in the cave to recuperate, and may not know what is happening outside.

Faced with the extremely anxious look on Senior Brother Luo's face, Situ Jing didn't think much about it, and took the initiative to leave the ancestral hall and headed straight for the top of the mountain behind.

After Situ Jing left, Senior Brother Luo, who was standing aside, suddenly calmed down from his originally anxious expression, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

As for Situ Jing, as soon as she went out, she heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the east side of the mountain, and immediately quickened her pace to the top of the mountain.

But when she was halfway there, she saw the "Mountain Protection Array" that was originally lit in the sky suddenly flashed, and then shattered directly from the sky.

"This is... not good!"

Seeing the "Mountain Protection Formation" in front of him suddenly disappear, Situ Jing in mid-air was suddenly shocked and looked towards the place he left.

Just as she was about to hurry back, a huge explosion suddenly came from the sect's "Ancestor Hall" which had been very peaceful.

This violent movement immediately alarmed the entire "Baimeng Mountain".
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On a low mountain to the north of "Baimeng Mountain".

Huang Siyuan, who was meditating in the cave, suddenly felt a vibration coming from the restriction at the entrance of the cave, and then a red sound transmission note flew in immediately.

Huang Siyuan, whose practice was interrupted, showed a hint of displeasure on her face, and immediately opened the sound transmission note in her hand.

The next moment, a look of surprise flashed across her originally calm face, and she quickly stood up and walked to the other side of the cave.

A moment later, two figures walked out of the cave and met Chen Xuanxin and others who had been waiting outside.

"Uncle Song, something happened at Baimeng Mountain!
I just got closer and took a look. The protective formation of Baimeng Mountain has been broken. There are flames everywhere on the mountain. It seems that people from Yuxiao Sect have already attacked.

What should we do now? "

After hearing Chen Xuanxin's report, Song Qingming, who was standing in place, had a look of surprise on his face. It was obvious that the development of the matter was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Hearing this, Huang Siyuan, knowing the urgency of the matter, immediately spoke:

"My dear, even the mountain protection formation has been breached. I think the Lingyin Sect is about to collapse.

No matter what the situation is, since we are here we have to go and take a look, so let's go over and provide support.

Otherwise, once the Yuxiao Sect conquers Baimeng Mountain, there will be no chance of recovery."

"Yes! But since they have taken action, they will definitely be on guard against us.

Gather all the monks to the northwest, go around from there and launch a surprise attack, and see if you can reach Baimeng Mountain.

I'll go ahead and go up the mountain to see the situation.

Everyone, remember, you must pay attention to your own safety. If you encounter any danger, try to protect yourself first."

After giving a few instructions, Song Qingming took out the Phantom Boat, hid himself in the cover of night, and quickly headed towards "Baimeng Mountain".

The journey was smooth at the beginning, and Song Qingming soon arrived not far from "Bai Meng Mountain" and could clearly see the flames of fighting everywhere on the mountain.

Just as Song Qingming was about to bypass the monks below and approach "Baimeng Mountain" from high above, a voice suddenly blocked his way.

"Fellow Daoist Song, why do you have to come out and join in the fun when you are not resting in the cave at this time?"

As soon as the sound faded away, a white light suddenly appeared in the dark void beside Song Qingming.

After a white light flashed in place, it immediately flew over from the side and landed in front of Song Qingming. It was a strange figure he had never seen before.

Seeing that the person was wearing a hat and deliberately hiding his face, and the voice was not the familiar Chen Yunxiao, a hint of surprise flashed across Song Qingming's face.

Knowing that the other party was well prepared and was waiting for him here, Song Qingming no longer chose to hide and emerged from the void very generously.

"May I ask who you are and why you are blocking my way?"

"Haha! I have the same purpose as Fellow Daoist Song. I was also entrusted by someone to come here to help. You and I have no grudges. We are both here to help. Why don't we save some energy and stop here?"

The aura of this man in the bamboo hat is even higher than that of Chen Yunxiao, and he has reached the third level of Nascent Soul.

At this moment, facing Song Qingming, whose cultivation was not as good as his, the man in the bamboo hat spoke with great confidence, and it was obvious that he did not take the opponent in front of him too seriously.

After hearing what the other party said, Song Qingming's face gradually showed some solemnity, and he asked him sternly again:
"Are you from the Tianhai League?"

Facing Song Qingming's harsh questioning, the man in the bamboo hat simply shook his head and said:
"Fellow Daoist Song, this is a bit confusing. I have nothing to do with the Tianhai League. I am only here to help as someone asked me to.

On this point, fellow Taoist, please rest assured."

After he finished speaking, the man in the bamboo hat suddenly exerted his magical power, and then a giant green sword with a unique aura appeared out of thin air in front of him.

It was the other party who deliberately cast a spell and released his natal magic weapon in order to prove his identity.

In the past, the immortal cultivation world of the "Floating Cloud Mountains" fought several battles with the "Tianhai League" to resist its northward invasion, so naturally they had some understanding of the Nascent Soul cultivators on their side.

The person in front of him had already reached the peak of the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, and it must have taken him more than a hundred years to form the Nascent Soul.

If he was really a Nascent Soul cultivator from the "Tianhai League", there was no way Song Qingming would not recognize the other party's identity, and he believed his words to a certain extent.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the Baimeng Mountain protective formation has been breached, and today will be the day when the Lingyin Sect will be destroyed.

The rise and fall of sects in the world of immortal cultivation is common, and it is difficult for you and me to change.

Since the Lingyin Sect has run out of luck, I advise you not to move forward.

Why don't you give me some face and stay here, you and I will each serve our own masters, that will be an explanation?"

"Since we monks have been entrusted with a task, we should do our best.

No matter who you are or why you are here.

If you want to stop me, you need more than just words, you need to show some skills."

"Humph! You don't know what's good for you.

Since you insist on a fight, let me see what you are capable of!"

Seeing Song Qingming's spiritual light moving, he cast a spell to release his life-saving magic weapon "Five Elements Divine Light Mirror". The man in the bamboo hat also began to activate the magic weapon to prepare to fight him.

Suddenly, a white sword light flashed in the sky, and two Nascent Soul cultivators with profound cultivation in the air started fighting each other.

At this time, other monks who were fighting on "Bai Meng Mountain" could still see the fierce battle in the sky from more than ten miles away, and they couldn't help but show a bit of surprise on their faces.

Here, Song Qingming had just fought with the man in the bamboo hat. At this time, a very fierce fight was also going on on the top of "Baimeng Mountain".

Faced with the surging enemies coming from the foot of the mountain, Situ Jing and some other disciples of the "Lingyin Sect" have been gradually besieged to the top of the mountain.

They could only rely on a third-level formation set up on the top of the mountain to barely deal with the enemy in front of them.

Although it is a large Nascent Soul sect with thousands of years of heritage, after several major wars, most of the disciples of "Lingyin Sect" have been killed.

Now, there are only a few thousand people left on the mountain, barely supporting the "mountain protection formation".

This time, facing the siege by many sects including the "Yuxiao Sect", if Song Qingming had not brought the monks of the "Xiaoyao Sect" to support, the "Lingyin Sect" would have not been able to hold on until now.

Originally, with the support of the "Mountain Protection Formation", they could have held on for a while.

But this time, because a part of the disciples suddenly turned against their own side, the "mountain protection formation" of Baimeng Mountain was directly broken by the enemy without any effort.

Looking at the crowd below, those fellow disciples who had fought side by side for a long time in the past were now helping the other side to besiege the formation.

Situ Jing and others who were hiding in the formation found it hard to accept in their hearts and could only look at each other viciously.

"Brother Luo, the sect has treated you well over the years, and Master values ​​you so much that he has given you the position of the sect leader.

It's understandable that other people would betray their sect, but I just can't understand why even you would collude with the Yuxiao Sect.

Have you been pretending to have such friendship among us for hundreds of years?"

Hearing Situ Jing's unwilling questioning in the formation, the monk named Luo standing in the crowd immediately shook his head:
“Junior sister, you have misunderstood what I said. The ancestor and the sect have treated me well. How can the friendship between fellow disciples of hundreds of years be fake?

Junior sister, don’t you understand why I betrayed the sect?

The sect has now reached this point and is like fish on the chopping board, able to be slaughtered at will.

Even if you and I fight to the death, we cannot change the fate of our sect's decline.

If we don't die today, when our master passes away in the future, we won't be able to defend the Lingyin Sect just by ourselves. This day will happen in Baimeng Mountain sooner or later. What difference does it make?

Junior sister, you are the master's direct descendant, so you have no choice no matter what.

But I am different. Apart from joining the sect, I have other paths to choose. It doesn’t matter even if I leave Lu and become a casual cultivator in the future.

There is no need to accompany all of you and die together on this Baimeng Mountain.

Junior sister, everyone has their own aspirations. Now that things have come to this, you and I each have our own paths. There is no need to resent us so much.

It's strange, this world of immortal cultivation is just like this, where the strong prey on the weak!"

"Humph! You are a disloyal and treacherous person who betrayed the sect, yet you still make yourself sound so careless. In all these years, I have never seen Senior Brother Luo be so shameless.

It's all your fault that the sect and Master misjudged you, a cowardly person."

Faced with the explanation of the monk surnamed Luo, Situ Jing's face was full of disdain, and then he angrily scolded the other party.

However, facing the opponent's rebuke, the monk surnamed Luo did not look too angry. He just shook his head slightly and led his men to attack the formation in front again.

While the fight was getting fierce here, there was also a loud bang in the sky above the top of the mountain. Two figures quickly separated and stood in mid-air.

Situ Yan, the supreme elder of the "Lingyin Sect", has been in the Nascent Soul stage for more than a thousand years, and his cultivation has reached the third level of the Nascent Soul stage.

However, he had a short lifespan and his blood and energy were already declining. His strength was no longer comparable to that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.

In addition to being seriously injured by a sneak attack before, Situ Yan's face looked very ugly not long after fighting with his opponent, and he couldn't help but spit out blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Situ Yan who was already struggling to hold on, Chen Yunxiao, who was standing in the air, had a smug look on his face and said happily:

"Old ghost Situ, don't expect anyone to save you. All your evil deeds will eventually be punished. Today is the day that I, Chen Yunxiao, will avenge my master."

Looking at Chen Yunxiao who was mocking him from the opposite side, a bit of despair gradually emerged on Situ Yan's face, and he looked towards the north with some reluctance.

“Since I can’t leave today, I might as well tell you.

Your master's death was indeed not an accident; it was arranged by me personally.

I just didn't expect that I would miss a wolf cub like you. My kindness led to the disaster today."

“Chen Yunxiao, now that things have come to this, you can take my head, and Baimeng Mountain can also belong to your Yuxiao Sect.

But there is one thing I hope you can promise me, let these disciples on the mountain go and let them go down the mountain by themselves.

Destroying the human tradition will eventually bring retribution from heaven if you really want to do this too ruthlessly.

Don’t be afraid of retribution.

What is happening today in my Lingyin Sect will also be what is happening tomorrow in your Yuxiao Sect."

"Haha! Old ghost Situ, the reason you are in this situation today is because you didn't get rid of the root of the problem. Do I have to make the same mistake as you?
Let them go, there will be retribution. Today, no one can escape here!"

Hearing the cruel words from the other party, Situ Yan's face became ugly again. After sighing lightly, he took out a golden talisman from his body.

"Level 4 Talisman!"

Seeing Situ Yan holding the talisman in his hand, which exuded a very powerful aura, Chen Yunxiao sensed a hint of danger and immediately cast a spell to release a protective shield.

After all, the "Lingyin Sect" is a Nascent Soul Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, so it must have some sect heritage.

When Situ Yan suddenly took out a high-level talisman, Chen Yunxiao did not show the slightest surprise on his face.

After casting the spell to release the shield, he took out another shield magic weapon and used it to protect himself, then took the initiative to retreat dozens of feet.

Just as Chen Yunxiao finished all this, the talisman in Situ Yan's hand flashed with light and stuck directly on his forehead.

The next moment, Situ Yan's entire body was covered with a layer of golden light, and his figure grew a lot taller.

From an old man who was just seriously ill, he transformed into a burly man covered in golden light, and his aura suddenly soared by 30% to 40%.

"Chen Yunxiao, today I will let you see the power of the Golden Blood Curse!"

After a roar of anger, Situ Yan's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. When he appeared again, he had already broken through the air and arrived in front of Chen Yunxiao.

"Bang!" After a punch was thrown.

Chen Yunxiao, who was standing in place, flew out along with the magic shield in front of him.

Not until he was knocked back hundreds of feet did Chen Yunxiao steady himself. He looked with some fear at Situ Yan, who was covered in golden light not far away.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the other party had such a powerful talisman hidden on him, which allowed Situ Yan to recover to his peak level in an instant.

"Humph! But you are just a spent force. Let's see how much more you have left."

However, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, Chen Yunxiao naturally knew that this kind of talisman was usually time-limited, and Situ Yan could not hold on for too long.

No matter how strong the opponent has recovered now, as long as the effect of the talisman disappears, Situ Yan will inevitably be a fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by him.

Just as Chen Yunxiao took out his defensive magic weapon again and prepared to deal with Situ Yan's next wave of attacks with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, after the opponent knocked him back with one punch, he suddenly disappeared again. (End of this chapter)