Eternal Tranquility

Said to be an array plate, the object Liu Qinghuan took out was more like a small green lotus leaf. As soon as he took it out, the fresh air would rise and the turbid air within a few feet would clear.

Kong Wu asked doubtfully: "This is it?"

"This is the key to the control of the Purple Star Void Spirit Array."

"Purple Star Void Spirit Array?"

Liu Qinghuan played the formation technique, and the green lotus leaves glowed with gleaming light, and the leaf network like branches emerged, and the fragrance of the lotus leaves became stronger.

"When our sect established eight peaks, the founder of the sect, Wen Shizhenren, divided and refined a twelfth-grade Purple Star Void Spirit Lotus into the eight peaks, and used it to build a mountain-protecting formation. It’s the Purple Star Void Spirit Formation.”

Kongwu was speechless and in disbelief: "How do you know?"

Then he asked doubtfully: "I don't seem to have seen this record in the sect's scriptures. Was it the one laid down by the ancestor back then? Then why didn't the sect know about the existence of this formation for so many years."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't explain this in a few words. Until now, he still couldn't figure out whether the Purple Star Void Spirit Array existed first, or whether it was because he entered the Yin-Yang Market Queen and changed history and time.

"I'll discuss it in detail with my senior brother later. Now let's activate the formation first."

He looked far into the distance, and the noise in the direction of Jiuxiao City was getting louder and louder. The Demon Sect should have received the news, and reinforcements would arrive at any time.

The formation plate in his hand slowly floated up, and as one after another magic formula was hit on it, the tender lotus leaves seemed to be blown by the wind, swaying gently, and layers of blue waves rippled over the entire Wenshi Sect, filling the air. The bloody smell was swept away.

The mist wraps around the clouds, and the mountains and flowing water clear the lotus heart.

Even though the soul of the Nine Deaths is still there, it does not allow filth to remain in the world.

In front of the Immortal Peak, the two sides who were fighting fiercely stopped in unison and raised their heads blankly.

Many Wenshi sect disciples couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw Liu Qinghuan standing in the air.

He endured the humiliation and swallowed his voice with tears of blood.

It is so sad and painful, and the hardship is unbearable.

But there will always be light, penetrating the darkness and bringing hope!

Moye Peak, which had stood majestically in the Wenshi Sect for tens of thousands of years, suddenly erupted with a mighty sword intent. The clouds and mist that had persisted on the peak for years dissipated, and a fragile shadow with a lotus handle stood on the top of the mountain.

At the same time, several other sub-peaks also shook one after another. Lotus petals, lotus seeds, and lotus pods appeared one by one, and then gathered in the middle to form a phantom purple lotus with overlapping petals and heavy stamens.

The lotus shadow swayed gently, scattering countless bright stars. The sky seemed to suddenly open a crack, and a huge beam of light descended, spreading in all directions!

The entire Wenshi Sect was back under the protection of the large array of light screens, and the scope was even wider than before, and the large Wenshi Mountains in the periphery were also included.

All the monks on Yunmengze's side were in high spirits. Before they could cheer, rain fell again, and the smell of vegetation became strong.

"Ah!" A Wenshi disciple suddenly shouted: "My injury, my injury is healed!"

He touched his chest with joy, where a big hole had been opened, and the blood gushing out soaked half of his body. He was already at the end of his strength, but now the hole was recovering quickly, and the raindrops and even the fatigue of the long battle were gone.

"Qinglin! This is Taizun's Qinglin technique!"

"We can be saved, the sect can be saved!"

Many disciples cried with joy, and even the Ziwei Sword Pavilion disciples and some casual cultivators who helped were all beaming with joy.

On the opposite side, it was the Demon Sect. The green rain sprinkled down seemed to have eyes, but not a drop fell on them. The only ones who were taken care of were the corpse chiefs and ghouls of the Yin Yang Sect.

The energy of green wood contains extremely rich vitality. It is a holy medicine for healing to living beings, but it is extremely poisonous to undead.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, those corpses were soaked by the rain, and their livid bodies became pitted as if immersed in boiling oil. The pieces of flesh rotted, and in the blink of an eye they were washed into a frame of white bones, and then the bones melted together.

Without thousands of corpse chiefs, the pressure on Wenshi's faction was immediately greatly reduced.

"Okay, great, until God perishes our Wenshi sect!" Kong Wu was greatly excited, but in the blink of an eye, when he saw the ruined front mountain, the disciples who were still fighting bloody battles couldn't help but feel resentful and angry.

"Junior brother, open the Qiankun Tower and release all the disciples in the tower!"

That day, I saw that the enemy was coming so fiercely that even the Mahayana monks appeared. In order to leave the last spark of fire, a group of the most talented disciples in the sect were sent to the Great Xumi Qiankun Pagoda.

Liu Qinghuan nodded and put the small tower in his hand on the ground. The tower quickly returned to its original shape. As soon as the door opened, disciples rushed out of the tower.

These disciples may be old or young, and their cultivation levels may be high or low, but each one of them has an excellent appearance and is an excellent cultivator.

The leading Nascent Soul disciple only glanced around briefly and saw Liu Qinghuan and Kong Wu. He knelt down with a bang and begged: "Tai Zun, don't send us away. Even if you die, you will die with your senior brothers and sisters. Please allow us to fight!"

"Please allow us to go to war!"

The disciples were all begging with red eyes. At this time, under the Immortal Peak, someone suddenly shouted: "I swear to live and die with the sect!"

The magnificent, desolate and passionate words instantly spread throughout the sect.

"I swear to live and die with the sect!"

"Kill! Kill them all!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A man would rather die in a fight, but An Neng would be too timid to fight and live!

For a moment, the mountain roared and the tsunami roared inside the door, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The soul of a sect is not whether there are people who come to rely on it when the flowers are blooming, but the cohesion of the sect members when disaster strikes.

The Wenshi sect has been established for more than 50,000 years, and it can be passed down to this day not only because of the An Dao meditation during the Taiping years, but also because of the strong sense of belonging and passion of the disciples to the sect.

Kong Wu Laohuai was greatly relieved and shouted: "Okay, disciples from all peaks listen to the order, kill all the enemies, and give peace to our Wenshi sect!"

With that said, he rushed out.

After a brief lull, the fighting resumed. However, as one side's momentum surged, the other side's momentum weakened. Those Demon Sect disciples also knew something was wrong and began to flee in panic.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh: No matter how high his cultivation level, this old boy is still as fierce as fire. I don't know who was worried about the Mahayana monks from the Demon Sect just a moment ago.

Mahayana…

This is a thorny issue. If the other party comes, I really don't know whether they can withstand it.

"Good guy, I have you!" Yunzheng neatly killed a demon sect monk, walked around him, and sighed with a rare sigh: "Thank you for coming back, otherwise we might not be able to hold on for long. ”

Liu Qinghuan gave him a high-five and said, "I haven't thanked you enough yet. Your Jiange should have sent many disciples to help this time."

Yun Zheng waved his hands disapprovingly and said: "Thank you, our four major sects, and even the entire Yunmengze, are one when facing disasters."

"By the way, how is the situation with the Shaoyang Sect now?"

"It's difficult... You have also seen that the Yin Yang Sect and the Futu Demon Sect are both the top sects in the Wanhu Realm. They came here with great intentions. The Shaoyang Sect... alas, the people of the Yinxian Sect We're gone, and with the help of the Great Sun and the Immortal Burning Formation, they should be able to withstand it for a while, right?"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but remain silent. No matter how powerful the mountain-protecting formation was, how long could it withstand the Mahayana monks?

Yun Zheng said with a gloomy expression: "If nothing goes wrong, the Great Sun Burning Immortal Formation will still be on the way to self-destruction, and the Shaoyang Sect will still perish together with those of the Demon Sect. It would be better for the jade to be shattered than to be destroyed. No one can survive!"

Liu Qinghuan always understood that Yun Zheng's temperament could be very intense at certain times, so he advised: "It won't be like this, there will always be a turn for the better. Before I came back, I had already sent a letter to the Immortal Alliance. The agreement we had back then was still there, even if They were pretending to be deaf and dumb before, and they definitely can’t do it anymore.”

"It's easy to say. Do you know who the Mahayana is here this time, the Divine Fire Lord of the Buddha Demon Sect." Yun Zheng said: "Since the other party is here, it is obvious that he is bound to win, the Immortal Alliance? Humph!"

He wiped his face in frustration: "The Immortal Alliance is no longer trustworthy, so you still have some countermeasures now, otherwise the entire Yunmengze will be in danger!"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed slightly: "Yes, there is, but...well, it depends on whether others will buy into my account."