From the fake emperor to the concubine

Time flies like a stream, and three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

During these three days, the Hehuan Sect continued to suffer attacks from large-scale beast tides.

The densely packed monsters surrounded the Hehuan Sect, with three layers inside and three layers outside, like an iron barrel.

The disciples of the sect went all out and tried their best to resist the attack of the monsters.

With the added bonus of the protection of the sect's protective formation and the life-and-death fighting of deputy sect leader Qing Ming Silong, the He Huan sect was barely able to be preserved.

At a glance, the central square was in a mess and the disciples had suffered heavy casualties.

Even several elders in the crystallization period were seriously injured. If it weren't for Qingming Silong's protection at the critical moment, I'm afraid that by now the Hehuan Sect would have been littered with corpses and wailing, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

"When will the master return?"

Someone from the sect's upper echelons asked anxiously in a low voice.

"Alas, the communication talisman can't contact the master at all, otherwise how could our Hehuan Sect fall into such a state!"

"That's enough! The master will definitely come back!"

The discussion among the crowd continued.

In the bamboo courtyard, Qingming Silong was grinning, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of pain.

He took a magic pill, and immediately, warm currents flowed into his limbs and bones. The spiritual power he had previously consumed, the dried up dantian, and the injuries he suffered in the battle with the beast tide were gradually relieved.

Although the physical pain has been temporarily healed, the mental fatigue cannot be recovered in a short time.

He stared at the Saint Bi Yao in front of him with his eyes wide open, and asked, "Why hasn't the Lord Sect Master come back yet?"

Facing his question, Bi Yao did not comment, but nodded slightly and said calmly: "When will the master return? How can a saint like me know?
"Deputy Sect Master, your power and cultivation in the sect are far higher than mine. How can I know something that even you don't know?"

Bi Yao spoke softly, seemingly making light of the matter, but in fact she cleverly shirked all responsibility.

"Fuck it!"

Qingming Silong couldn't help but swear.

Bi Yao frowned, her eyes revealing a hint of displeasure.

Several days passed.

The two of them gradually realized that something was wrong.

Hua Meng, who went out with Zheng Yi, should be aware of the beast tide ordeal that the Hehuan Sect encounters every thirty years, no matter how slow she is.

Although the beast tides in previous years did not cause much damage to the Hehuan Sect, the Hehuan Sect has now been transformed and everything is different from before.

Hua Meng should not have forgotten this important event concerning the entire Hehuan Sect so easily. But why has the sect not received any reinforcements until now, and why have the sect leader Zheng Yi and Hua Meng never appeared in the sect?
This is really unusual.

"Biyao, do you think it's the Sect Master who is testing us?"

Qingming Silong asked.

In response to this speculation, Bi Yao crossed her arms across her chest, expressionless, and did not give a direct answer, but she felt that it was probably the case in her heart.

The Hehuan Sect must be of vital importance to Zheng Yi.

Perhaps the only thing he was worried about were the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Even though the sect had gone through a reorganization and screening before, those who remained might not necessarily be worthy of reuse.

Moreover, the disciples and elders in the sect all had their own thoughts. Although they had stood on the same camp under the tremendous pressure of external dangers before, when the danger subsided and everything returned to normal, the undercurrents in the sect still did not stop.

Zheng Yi took advantage of this renewed beast tide to closely link the lives and deaths of everyone.

In this way, when he returns again, even if the people of the Hehuan Sect cannot be completely united, at least they will be much stronger than before.

The disciples and elders in the sect, even if they were like Bi Yao and Qing Ming Si Long who guessed Zheng Yi's thoughts, would never dare to reveal it easily.

Because once it is revealed, it will be a dead end.

Biyao had a lot of thoughts and mixed feelings in her mind.

She raised her head and her eyes met Qingming Silong's.

The two people's eyes met, and they understood each other's intentions.

Qingming Silong raised his slightly honest expression, propped himself up, stood up again, and said loudly: "For the sake of the master, even if it means risking my life, I, Qingming Silong, am willing today!"

Say it.

With his seriously injured body, he turned into a ray of light and swooped out of the formation.

"Boom boom boom", Qingming Silong once again started a desperate fight with the beast tide.

Seeing the sect's top leaders so disregarding their lives, the disciples and elders below seemed to be energized. Their morale was greatly boosted, and they all displayed bravery and fearlessness.

With the help of the teleportation bridge of the sect protection formation, they were teleported one by one to the vicinity of the sect’s headquarters, and fought with the beast tide again.

"Kill, kill, kill! How can these monsters be a match for our Hehuan Sect?"

"Damn you beasts, you uncivilized evildoers. Today, we from the Hehuan Sect will go all out. I don't believe that we can't deal with you, these mere monsters!"

"Everyone from the Hehuan Sect, follow this elder and charge!"

The Saint Bi Yao was concentrating on maintaining the operation of the sect protection formation.

She looked down at the entire view in front of the sect with a cold gaze, and thought to herself: There really isn't a single fool here.

Obviously, she and Qingming Silong were not the only ones in the sect who could guess Zheng Yi's intention.

Among those who can still live a comfortable life after experiencing such a huge change in the Hehuan Sect, few are fools. They are all people with deep thoughts and shrewdness, and they have mastered the human heart to perfection.

Just when the morale of the Hehuan Sect was high and everyone was working together to pool their strength, a flash of light appeared thousands of miles above the sky.

In the distance, an ultra-large thousand-foot spiritual ship was falling rapidly like a meteor, speeding towards the direction of the Hehuan Sect.

There were three people standing in front of the deck of the spirit ship, they were Zheng Yi, Wang Manman and Hua Meng.

Hua Meng looked anxious, her brows were furrowed, and her face was full of worry.

"Master, I don't know if the Hehuan Sect can hold on any longer.

Master, please act quickly."

Hua Meng spoke eagerly.

Zheng Yi frowned slightly, looked at her with contempt, waved his sleeves, and said coldly: “If the Hehuan Sect really can’t hold on, that will be their fate.

In the face of a powerful enemy, they still engage in internal strife, which leads to the loss of overall strength and the end of being neither human nor ghost. Isn't it their own fault?"

Zheng Yi's words were plain but chilling, making Hua Meng feel a chill in her heart.

She lowered her head, not daring to refute any further.

Just now.

She saw a hint of murderous intent in Zheng Yi's eyes. If she continued to talk too much, Zheng Yi might really use her as a knife. Wang Manman witnessed all this. Although she had some ideas in her mind, she did not have the courage to speak.

Now that her husband Zheng Yi's strength is growing day by day, although the relationship between husband and wife is still there, for some reason, Wang Manman always feels that the two of them are no longer on an equal footing as before.

Even though she is still in the crystallization stage, Zheng Yi's strength has already reached a higher level and reached the golden elixir stage. His power is no longer what it used to be.

Wang Manman's eyes were dim and she returned to the cabin silently.

She thought to herself: From now on, with regard to the Zheng family's major affairs, perhaps only the eldest sister Wang Qing will be able to participate in the management to some extent. The other women may no longer have the qualifications to speak in front of Zheng Yi.

For a moment, Wang Manman felt mixed emotions.

I didn't know whether elder sister Wang Qing's approach was right or my own choice was right. I just felt extremely uncomfortable, as if countless heavy hammers were hitting my heart, but I couldn't say anything.

……

After another half a day, the beast tide attack outside the Hehuan Sect became more and more fierce.

"Isn't the old witch from the Hehuan Sect here?"

A deafening roar suddenly rang out.

Afterwards, a three-eyed python as huge as a hill quickly appeared from the distance of the beast tide, and came to the outside of the Hehuan Sect with great momentum, as if it could swallow up the entire Hehuan Sect in one bite.

Although this three-headed giant python has three heads, only the middle one can speak. The other two heads are just its appendages. Although they have some magical powers, they have no intelligence.

"Old witch, why don't you come out and fight me?
Otherwise, your famous Hehuan Sect will be completely destroyed today!"

The middle head of the three-headed python uttered wild words, and its words were like rolling waves of sound, constantly impacting the protective formation in front of it.

The sect protection formation had already suffered a lot of damage, and under the fierce attack of the Golden Core Demon King, it suddenly showed signs of crumbling and began to show signs of breaking down.

Inside the formation, the sect disciples and elders who had already retreated were all pale and terrified.

"what happened?

Didn’t they say that the Golden Core Demon King would appear in three days?
Why is it earlier now? "

Qing Ming Si Long, who was at the Fake Dan realm, instantly appeared in front of Bi Yao and anxiously asked, "Once the demon king at the Golden Dan realm appears, the sect protection formation won't be able to hold out for long.

Once the sect protection formation is broken, we won’t be able to escape and will become food for the beasts outside! "

"I...I'm not sure either."

Bi Yao looked at the majestic and powerful three-headed python outside the formation. Her previous calmness and wit disappeared at this moment.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick seems so pale and powerless.

"Old witch! Old witch!"

The three-headed giant python continued to shout loudly, but no one in the Hehuan Sect dared to respond.

Gradually, the three-headed giant python stopped shouting, and a look of doubt appeared on its face, as if it was thinking about something.

"Isn't the old witch here?"

The three-headed python raised its mouth slightly, and a strange light flashed in its eyes, a touch of scarlet color, "Or is the old witch dead?"

The Jindan Demon King's spiritual consciousness descended on the sect protection formation. Its strange body was even closer to the formation. It stared closely at the disciples and elders in the sect, as if it wanted to see through their hearts.

At this moment, Qingming Silong's face suddenly darkened.

He reacted quickly and immediately sent a message to the remaining disciples and elders in the formation: "Everyone hold your breath and concentrate. Don't let this old monster see the flaw, otherwise we will die today!"

With Qingming Silong's reminder, the disciples and elders in the sect were able to remain calm.

The two sides remained in a stalemate, but in the end someone could not bear the huge psychological pressure.

"It's over, everything is over for us!"

"The sect master is dead, and the Golden Core Patriarch is not in the sect either. We can't escape at all!"

An inner sect disciple seemed to have gone mad and could no longer bear the fear in his heart, so he began to speak the truth loudly.

Qingming Silong's face turned pale, and he instantly appeared beside the disciple. He punched him and directly blew his head apart, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

But it was already too late.

"The old witch is really dead!"

The three-headed python realized this, and although it still had some doubts in its heart, its attacks became more fierce.

"Bang bang bang", a full-strength attack from the Golden Core Realm blasted out from the palm of the three-headed giant python and slammed heavily into the protective sect formation.

The sect protection formation suddenly shook violently and was on the verge of collapse. The disciples and elders in the formation felt dizzy and a strong sense of dizziness came over them.

Under this powerful pressure, the psychological defenses of the disciples and elders in the formation began to collapse layer by layer.

Not only the disciple who had just died, but all the other inner disciples were in chaos as well.

"Today's monster tide is so fierce, can we still survive?"

"When will the master come back?
The Hehuan Sect is facing a catastrophe. Can we really escape?"

Lady Saint, Lord Deputy Sect Leader, and Lord Sect Leader, where are you?"

With a "bang", like the sound of a mirror breaking, a crack appeared in the sect protection formation.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread rapidly, and the protective formation of the sect was completely shattered and scattered like fragments.

Without the protection of the formation, the disciples and elders of the Hehuan Sect were completely exposed to the three-headed giant python of the Jindan Demon King and the monsters under his command.

"It's over, it's really over now.

I'm afraid my journey to becoming a golden elixir has come to an end here."

Qingming Silong looked at the densely packed and seemingly endless monsters surrounding him, and a trace of despair finally appeared on his resolute face.

Saint Bi Yao was also frustrated at this time. She looked into the distance with complicated eyes and suddenly shouted: "Zheng Yi, you insidious bastard, old monster, why don't you show up soon? I'm really going to be killed by you!"

"is it?"

Just when everyone was almost losing their minds and falling into despair, a familiar voice spread in all directions, echoing throughout the heavens and the earth.

The thousand-foot spirit ship appeared in everyone's sight at an extremely fast speed.

Zheng Yi stood with his hands behind his back, following the strong wind.

His clothes rustled.

His stern face, playful mouth, and shiny black eyes all reveal a powerful aura and vitality.

Seeing this thousand-foot spirit ship and that familiar logo, the disciples and elders who had previously given up hope of death and fallen into despair suddenly burst into unprecedented high morale, which was a strong desire for life.

"Master, come back! The Golden Core Demon King and these beasts are safe for our Hehuan Sect!"

"I knew that the Lord Sect Master would not give up on us!" (End of this chapter)