Everyone was in a flurry, hastily supporting the Taoist priest into the Jade Clear Palace. However, at this moment, the Jade Clear Palace was also in shambles, with more than half of its majestic architecture collapsed, and everywhere was littered with broken stones and splintered wood.

  Tian Bu Yi and others let the young disciples quickly clear a piece of empty land, drag over a chair from the side, and let Dao Xuan Zhenren sit down. The elders around him had some kind of spiritual elixir or wonderful medicine on their bodies, they took them out one by one, not even having time to speak, as if they wanted to make Dao Xuan swallow them all at once.

  After a moment, Daoxuan's body moved slightly, let out a long sigh, and slowly came to.

  Tian Bu Yi and the others looked at Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's face, which was deathly pale with almost no blood color. Especially the wound on his abdomen, the originally solidified blood stain had somehow expanded several times larger, almost dyeing the entire hem of his Taoist robe black. Everyone couldn't help but have worried expressions.

  Daoxuan Zhenren was severely injured and couldn't speak immediately after waking up. Tian Buyi hastily gave him three pills of his carefully refined Dahuang Dan, and after a while, the medicinal effect took hold, and Daoxuan Zhenren's complexion improved slightly.

  At this time, the elders and disciples around all gathered, Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaofan and Xue Qi also rushed to this place. When they saw that the real person in charge was injured so badly, their faces couldn't help but lose color.

  After a while, Song Daren, Qi Huan and others also rushed back.

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's spirit slightly recovered, he opened his eyes to see Tian Nai Yi and others around him with worried faces. He forced a smile and said: "I can still hold on, it's nothing."

  Tian Bu Yi and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, but someone suddenly remembered that legendary ancient sword, Xian Jian. However, when they looked at Dao Xuan's hands, they were empty, without any sign of the sword. Moreover, outside the Jade Clear Palace, the spiritual beast, Shui Qilin, had not returned to the Bi Water Pond, but was lying down nearby. Yet, even near it, there was no shadow of the ancient sword, Xian Jian.

  Daoxuan Zhenren slowly looked around, his face slightly changed. He saw that the people standing around him from Qingyunmen were almost half gone. He exclaimed: "Just now after I left, how many casualties are there here?"

  Tian Bu Yi hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Master Shixiong, you should take care of your injuries first..."

  "Speak quickly!" Dao Xuan interrupted.

  Tian didn't respond for a moment, then turned around to glance at his surroundings, as if he also needed to confirm again. Only then did he speak in a low voice to Dao Xuan about the casualties.

  This battle was a heavy blow to the Qingyun Gate. Under the siege of the Demon Sect, 14 out of 25 elders were killed, and four or five were seriously injured. Even the Seven Veins Seat suffered losses: except for the leader Dao Xuan Zhenren, Longfeng Cangsong Daoren betrayed them, Chaoyang Peak's Shang Zhengliang and Luoxia Peak's Tianyun Daoren died unfortunately. The remaining Tian Nanyi and Fenghui Peak's Zeng Shu Chang were all dispirited and covered in wounds. Only the Water Moon Master of Xiaozhu Peak was unscathed, as he had been escorting Pu Hong Daoshi from Tianyin Temple.

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's body swayed, and he almost couldn't support himself. The strength of the Qing Yun Gate, which was once enough to be proud of, had almost been completely lost in this battle.

  Tian's face also had a sorrowful and indignant expression, he said in a low voice: "Master Shixiong, such a deep blood feud, we must avenge it, but for now your body is important, you can't be too heartbroken."

  Dao Xuan let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and stomped his foot saying: "I, Dao Xuan, owe an apology to the ancestors of Qing Yun Men!"

  His tone was bleak and desolate, with an unspeakable sorrow that left everyone who heard it momentarily silent.

  At this time, on the side of the ruins, a piece of wood suddenly fell down with a thud, and a head poked out from the corner of the ruins. Everyone was startled and looked intently, and they were all stunned to see that it was Wang Ershu, who had been mad for many years. No one knew when he ran into this Yuqing Hall, and during the earth-shaking battle just now, no one knew where he hid. This time, he crawled out with a dusty body, gray hair and dirty face, but looking at his expression, he seemed not to be very afraid, and was grinning foolishly.

  At this time, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu walked over together, after all, they had a close relationship with Wang Ershu. Lin Jingyu pulled him aside and checked him out, and indeed, apart from a few scrapes on his body, he was unscathed, this luck was stronger than that of countless Daoist practitioners who were far superior to him in the Qingyun Gate.

  The two let out a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and saw a lucky expression in each other's eyes. Zhang Xiaofan's mood had slightly calmed down by now, as if the fierce and violent energy inside him had gradually subsided with the departure of Cang Song Dao Ren, especially after the intense battle with the black-robed man from the demonic sect in the back mountain.

  As soon as he thought of this, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes involuntarily looked in another direction. Only to see the 6 Snow Chi who had just witnessed his strange behavior, now standing there with a face as calm as water, not making a sound, and it was unknown what she was thinking in her heart.

  The demonic cultists fought desperately and killed their way out of the blood road, breaking through the Heavenly Sword Formation of Daoxuan Zhenren, and escaped down from Tongtian Peak.

  At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, Gui Wang calmed down first and repeatedly shouted to stop, blocking the crowd whose souls had not yet settled. The four major factions re-counted their personnel, and after a moment, Gui Wang, Du Shen, Yu Yangzi, and San Miao Xianzi walked together, gazing at each other in silence.

  Qingyunmen was seriously injured, and the Demon Sect was also having a hard time.

  Since the great defeat of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago, people in the Demon Sect have been working hard to recover. By now, the overall strength of the four major sects of the Demon Sect has surpassed that of any one of the three major sects of the Orthodox School. Unexpectedly, today's battle resulted in heavy casualties: not counting those who were killed by Daoxuan Zhenren's Xian-slaying Sword Formation later on, more than a dozen people died together with the elder of Qingyun Gate at Yuqing Hall, and afterwards another dozen or so people died under the Xian-slaying Sword Formation. All four sects suffered heavy losses, with many disciples injured or killed.

  At this moment, Cang Song Dao Ren also walked over and stood with them because of his special identity.

  Jade Yangzi was arrogant and had a bad temper, and he was furious at the casualties among his subordinates. He gave him a cold look, turned around and walked away, not giving him any face at all.

  Cang Song Dao's face changed slightly, but Gui Wang was indeed deep in his city, and his cultivation was good. He even smiled and said: "Brother Cang Song Dao, your Qing Yun Men is indeed unfathomable, this Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation is even more unpredictable, formidable, formidable!"

  Cang Song Dao Ren shook his head and said to the Ghost King, "Ghost King Sect Master, I'm afraid you don't know that the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation just now probably only unleashed half of its power."

  "What?" The three Miao Xianzi beside him exclaimed, Cang Song Dao Ren glanced at her and suddenly felt a ripple in his mind. He saw that the beautiful woman's skin was as white as frost, earlier during the fierce battle, he only saw her expressionless face with ruthless hands, but now looking at her, under that icy expression, there was a hint of charm, captivating one's heart, for a moment, he stared blankly.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  The Poison God coughed twice beside him, and Cang Song Dao Ren, who had been cultivating for many years, suddenly woke up with a start. He realized that these three Miao Xian Zi were the masters of the He Huan Sect, and indeed had enchanting techniques, without revealing any signs, absolutely not comparable to ordinary beautiful women.

  At this moment, he didn't dare to look at the three Miao Xianzi again and said: "Although I have never seen the execution of the sword array before, but the classics in the Qingyun Gate have recorded that when the Qingye ancestor was in his heyday, he used the execution of the sword array against the magic... Ah, against the holy religion. At that time, apart from the huge seven-colored main sword hanging across the sky, the other six colored gas swords were neatly arranged according to the position of the six mountain peaks, and the range was so wide that it covered all seven major mountain peaks of the Qingyun Mountain Range. The power of the falling sword rain is even greater than what we can barely withstand today!"

  The Demon King fell silent for a moment, let out a sigh, and exclaimed: "This Green Leaf Ancestor of yours is truly extraordinary!"

  The Poison God furrowed his brow and said, "In other words, the power of the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation is so great that we fear it will be difficult to break through even in our lifetime?"

  The Demon King shook his head, but a smile spread across his face: "I don't think so."

  Du Shen and others looked over together, saying: "What's wrong, Gui Wang younger brother, do you have any opinions?"

  The Demon King said calmly, "Judging from today's battle, firstly, although Dao Xuan can wield the Exterminating Immortal Sword and activate the Exterminating Sword Array, it is clear that he is struggling to do so, and the sword array's power is greatly discounted. Secondly, with such immense power, the consumption of spiritual energy must be enormous! I reckon that Dao Xuan has relapsed into his old injury, and even if he doesn't die, he must have lost half his life!"

  "Not bad!" This voice of approval did not come from the Poison God and his group, but rather Yu Yangzi who had walked back over, having heard this conversation, couldn't help but say it out loud.

  The Poison God's old eyes gazed at the Ghost King, his face suddenly changing color, saying: "Ghost King, little brother, could it be that you want to..."

  The Demon King said decisively, "Exactly, I am going to return to Qingyun! At this moment, it is the weakest moment of Qingyun Gate since Qingye, and if we don't take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate our greatest threat, when will we? Moreover, Qingyun Gate would never have expected that we, who had just escaped from death, would dare to come back and kill again. It's a surprise attack, and we're sure to win!"

  The people around the demonic sect were all stunned and changed color, even the Poison God, who had seen countless scenes, was shocked by the Ghost King's words.

  The Demon King looked around and said with a flourish, "Today is the perfect opportunity to wash away the shame of our Holy Sect's hundred-year humiliation. All of you, in front of the throne of the Holy Mother Ming Wang, make a solemn oath with me, why not fight with all your might today?"

  The faces of the demonic sect members were pale. These people were naturally not timid and weak, but just a moment ago, they had barely escaped with their lives on Qingyun Mountain, and now they were suddenly going to kill their way back up the mountain. The Ghost King's audacity, or rather his complete disregard for life and death, was really hard to accept.

  For a long time, no one responded with a single word.

  The Demon King's face gradually turned ugly, and he finally shook his head and sighed: "A great opportunity, you... Alas!" After speaking, he let out a long sigh, and his face seemed to be filled with disappointment and laziness as he slowly walked back to the people of his own Demon King sect.

  Qing Long and You Ji came to welcome them, Qing Long was about to say something, the Ghost King smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Not enough to plan with, not enough to plan with!"

  Sighing, he said: "Alright, let's talk about it another day. Today we'll stop here... Hmm, where's Bi Yao?"

  As soon as this was said, Qing Long and You Ji both felt a jolt, You Ji's face was covered with a black veil, so her expression couldn't be seen, but from the sound of her voice, it was clear that she was shocked and exclaimed: "At that time in the Jade Clear Palace, we were fighting with the Qing Yun Gate, Bi Yao told us two to go find you, could it be..."

  The King of Ghosts' face changed greatly, and he hastily said: "I haven't seen her since we came up the mountain."

  "Could she still be on Qingyun Mountain?"

  The Demon King's forehead suddenly broke out in beads of sweat, and he immediately said resolutely: "Yao'er is my closest kin, I absolutely cannot abandon her. I will go to Qingyun Mountain right now."

  "Master, absolutely not, this...this...this is really..."

  The Demon King's eyes flashed, and his mind turned over a thousand thoughts in an instant. He suddenly turned around and loudly addressed the Poison God and other demonic cultivators: "Everyone, my decision is made! To avenge the humiliation of our Holy Sect for a hundred years, I, the Ghost King, would rather be torn to pieces than fail to live up to the expectations of the Holy Mother Ming Wang. At this moment, the Qingyun Gate is dead and wounded, and the gatekeeper Dao Xuan is severely injured and near death, and it's impossible for him to use the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation again. My Ghost King Sect will now return to the mountain, if we succeed, it will be thanks to the blessings of Holy Mother Ming Wang; if we are outnumbered and outmatched, then let us die on Mount Qingyun, and in the future, when we meet again in the underworld, we can ask for forgiveness with a clear conscience!"

  Having said that, the Ghost King didn't look at anyone else and flew up first, indeed heading in the direction of Qingyun Mountain. The Azure Dragon and the Maiden of the Netherworld exchanged a glance, immediately following closely behind. After that, the disciples of the Ghost King's sect didn't say another word, all of them following suit, leaving only the stunned Poison God and the other demonic cult members standing there like wooden chickens.

  After a while, the Poison God and others came back to their senses, but before they could speak, they heard a commotion rising from behind them among the Demon Sect disciples. The Poison God and others secretly cursed in their hearts, turned around, and saw that many of the Demon Sect disciples already had angry expressions on their faces.

  At this moment, the top of Tongtian Peak on Qingyun Mountain was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere. A group of people surrounded Daoxuan Zhenren, whispering words of comfort to him.

  Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan stood aside, helping Wang Ershu tidy up his clothes and brushing off the dust on him. Wang Ershu seemed to have some impression of them too, standing there motionless, letting them arrange him, but his eyes were fixed on the water qilin outside, hehe silly smile.

  Zhang Xiaofan looked at him, his heart aching, and couldn't help but think of the old days again. He let out a long sigh, which Lin Jingyu heard and felt a pang in his heart, sympathizing with Zhang Xiaofan's emotions. He reached out and patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and both saw the sorrow in each other's eyes, and for a moment they were speechless.

  At this time, Pu Huan Dashi and others who were escorted to a safe place by Shui Yue Dashi earlier were also sent back. But seeing Pu Huan Dashi's face at this moment, it was much better than the pale look earlier, it seemed that Zhou Yin's Liuren Jian was powerful, but compared with Pu Huan Dashi's Da Fan Ruo Yu, it was still far behind.

  At this moment, Master Pu Huan had already slowly pushed the strange and fierce aura out of his body by more than half. However, despite this, Master Pu Huan still looked very weak, and soon someone quickly moved a chair over, and with the support of Fa Xiang and Pu Kong, Master Pu Huan sat down beside Dao Xuan Zhen Ren.

  Pu Hui Master gasped a few times, looked around, but saw blood flowing like rivers, dead people and broken temples everywhere. He sighed and joined his palms in prayer, saying: "Amitabha Buddha!"

  Daoxuan Zhenren nodded slightly towards Pu Heng Daoshi and sighed, "How is the master's injury?"

  Pu Hui Master shook his head and said: "Lao Na is not going to die yet, but the real person in charge should take good care of himself!"

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren shook his head and sighed, his gaze drifting into the distance before suddenly falling on Zhang Xiao Fan standing outside. As if he had thought of something, he turned to Tian Bu Yi and said: "Tian Shidi, call your disciple Zhang Xiao Fan over for a moment."

  Tian's face changed, but he didn't dare disobey. He turned around and said, "Lao Qi, come here, the Sect Master has something to say to you."

  Everyone was shocked for a moment, especially the disciples under the Dazhu Peak. Zhang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat, but he had no choice but to steel himself and walk over.

  After a moment, the crowd dispersed, leaving an empty space. Zhang Xiaofan stood alone in front of Daoxuan True Person and said softly: "Master."

  Daoxuan Zhenren looked at him for a long time and said in a low voice: "You still don't want to reveal your secret even now?"

  Zhang Xiaofan's body shook, and he felt that the eyes of everyone around him had suddenly focused on himself, with some being curious, some contemptuous, but more were puzzled.

  Dào Xuán Zhēnrén sighed and said slowly: "Zhāng Xiǎo Fán, since you joined our Qīng Yún Gate, has our Qīng Yún Gate ever wronged you in any way?"

  Zhang Xiaofan immediately shook his head and said, "The real person in charge of the sect, no, there's nothing like that. My master and mistress are very good to me..." As he spoke, Tian Buyi's body visibly trembled, and his face was extremely complex.

  "But," Zhang Xiaofan's face was extremely painful, and his mind was constantly at war with two thoughts, saying: "But, the disciple really has an unbearable grievance, I, I cannot..."

  "Speak!"

  Suddenly a loud roar, the sound shook the entire venue, like thunder, startling everyone. Zhang Xiaofan involuntarily took a step back, looking at that person, and was instantly shocked.

  The person who let out this loud roar was not a celestial being, but rather Puzong, one of the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple. Among the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple, Puzong ranked the lowest, but his temperament was the most violent. In his youth, he had subdued demons and monsters with the Buddhist treasure "Floating Alms Bowl" in hand, killing countless evil spirits. As he grew older, he gradually came to understand the Buddha's intentions and slowly retreated into seclusion within Tianyin Temple.

  Today, Qingyun engaged in a fierce battle, and Pu Kong made a big move to start the killing. With his unpredictable Buddhist skills, he fought against the demonic sect. At this moment, his monk's robe was stained with blood all over, looking nothing like a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but rather like an evil ghost from hell. No wonder Zhang Xiaofan and others were frightened.

  This time, the people of Tianyin Temple came to Qingyun Mountain with a heart full of indignation. The supreme truth "Mahavairocana" that has never been passed down from Tianyin Temple was actually learned by a small disciple of Qingyun Gate, how could this be? At this moment, Pu Kong looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a mixture of anger and frustration in his heart, and couldn't help but let out a loud roar like a lion!

  Zhang Xiaofan was startled by his thunderous voice, stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the King's uncle, who had been standing behind Lin Jingyu with a silly smile on his face, looking at Wang Qilin, turned his head to look over here.

  A monk with a ferocious and sinister appearance, covered in bloodstains, glared at Zhang Xiaofan with an air of fury, like a malevolent spirit ready to devour him.

  In the Jade Pure Palace, an instant of silence fell.

  "Ah..."

  Suddenly, a heart-wrenching and blood-curdling scream burst forth from this dilapidated Jade Pure Hall.

  Wang Ershu's face was as white as a sheet, his entire body trembling, and he pointed at Pu Kong with a shaking finger, screaming: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! Ah......"

  The sound was so mournful that although it was a bright day at the moment, everyone on the grand hall felt a chill at the same time.

  Even Pu Kong, who was still fuming with anger just a moment ago, was also startled by Wang Ershu and became flustered, hastily explaining in a somewhat unclear manner: "Wh-what are you talking about? What ghost am I?"

  But Wang Ershu seemed to have been possessed by an evil spirit, his whole body shaking violently. Lin Jingyu tried her best to comfort him, but it had no effect at all. He slowly shrank away, not daring to look at Pu Kong again, his eyes tightly closed, clearly terrified out of his wits. His mouth kept repeating: "Ghost! Ghost! It was him who killed people... Don't kill me, don't kill me, I, I, ah! Ahhhhhhhh..."

  Suddenly, a gloomy haze silently enveloped the place, and Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's bodies stiffened at the same time. Especially Zhang Xiaofan, whose eyes seemed to have a faint red glow rising from the depths again.

  Pu Kong was stared at by everyone, flustered and angry, saying: "I don't know this person at all, what are you looking at?"

  Lin Jingyu slowly released his grip on Wang Ershu's hand and walked to Zhang Xiaofan's side. Without looking at him, he knew that Zhang Xiaofan was now like him, exerting great effort to control himself, but the heavy panting sound had already revealed their inner excitement!

  "What are you talking about?" Lin Jingyu asked slowly, word by word. His face was as terrifying as Zhang Xiaofan's, but unlike him, his eyes were filled with hatred and yet still retained a hint of clarity.

  Pu Kong angrily said: "How would I know? He's just a madman!"

  Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's faces changed color at the same time, and more than half of the people in Qingyunmen frowned. But just at this moment, a sudden Buddha's voice, Pu Heng Dashi, who was sitting behind Pu Kong, suddenly spoke up, his tone miserable and painful, saying in a low voice: "Amitabha, sowing evil causes, reaping evil consequences. Sin, sin!"

  As soon as this was said, the entire audience fell silent in an instant. Pu Kong's body became like a wooden stake, and after a long while, he slowly turned around to face Master Pu Heng and asked in a hoarse voice: "Brother, what did you say?"

  Pu Hui's face turned pale, and it was unclear whether he was injured physically or felt guilty in his heart. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and after a long while, said in a low voice: "Fa Xiang."

  Since Wang Ershu suddenly fell ill, Fahsang's face had been pale and wan. His body shook slightly as he said, "The disciple is here."

  Pu Hong Master said slowly: "No need to hide it, tell them! In the past, my junior brother did something wrong, today we absolutely cannot wrong this Zhang Shizhu again."

  Zhang Xiaofan's mind was suddenly filled with a loud noise, and there seemed to be a voice calling out, tugging at his heart.

  The gaze slowly moved forward, looking at the countless shocked faces, then fell on Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan in the field, and finally stayed on Zhang Xiaofan.

  "It was indeed our Tianyin Temple who killed all the villagers of Cao Miao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain that year!"

  "What?!"

  In an instant, countless voices of shock, astonishment, incredulity, and anger burst forth like an explosion on the Jade Clear Temple of Qingyun Mountain. Even Daoxuan Zhenren and Tian Buyi, who were highly cultivated and had attained a high level of enlightenment, couldn't help but change color in their faces. Lin Jingyu even drew out his Dragon-Slaying Sword, with a flash of blue light.

  Only Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly sank so deeply, so deep, and then rose with a long-familiar icy feeling, a deep bloody aura that shrouded him!