Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 464 Xuanyin Sect

Lin Zhengzheng was about to take the villagers and Tang He and others away when a fleeting but mountain-like pressure suddenly descended and landed precisely on him!

His body suddenly stopped, as if frozen by invisible ice, his scalp exploded instantly, and cold sweat almost seeped through his clothes - it was Jun Ning!

That cold gaze swept over him very quickly, like passing over an insignificant fallen leaf, and was withdrawn without even pausing for a moment.

But for Lin Zhengxiu, the pressure at that moment was enough to make him tremble with fear and deeply realize the horror of the powerful.

He forced himself to suppress the surging blood and energy, not daring to look back, let alone make the slightest movement. He simply lowered his head even lower and continued to move forward with slightly stiff steps. He had a deeper understanding of the terror of this "Shelu Daojun" in his heart - it was not intentional pressure, but his mere existence itself was an insurmountable mountain.

Fortunately, Jun Ning’s target was obviously not him.

She looked at Lu Wensheng and said nothing about his arrangements, obviously agreeing with them.

Shen Wenxin could no longer contain himself. Seeing Jun Ning turning around, he immediately stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit and his voice booming: "But are there any tactics you want to discuss?!" He couldn't wait to take action.

Yu Jingqiu next to her also became excited and pushed away Yu Shuoyang, who was leaning next to her and had a helpless expression on his face as her rubbed his cheeks red.

Those beautiful eyes were astonishingly bright, as if they were burning with flames. It was obvious that she was a battle maniac who was afraid of chaos in the world: "Yes! Fellow Daoist Jun Ning, tell me quickly, how do we fight?" She rubbed her hands together, and her red clothes fluttered like fire in the wind.

Jun Ning's gaze swept across the two anxious faces. His tone remained calm, yet the words he uttered carried the sharp edge of determination of a mighty army, piercing the sky: "We press forward."

"Just run over them?!" Shen Wenxin and Yu Jingqiu shouted almost in unison, their faces filled with immense astonishment and subsequent ecstasy! This simplistic and brutal tactic was exactly what they wanted! No detours or tricks were as satisfying as running over them head-on!

Just as the two were still immersed in the passionate impact of "pressing forward directly" and had not yet fully recovered their senses -

"Master!"

A clear and firm call came from behind him.

Jun Ning, Shen Wenxin, and Yu Jingqiu turned around at the same time upon hearing the voice.

I saw Lu Wensheng bowing and saluting, his posture was respectful but with an unstoppable momentum.

He raised his head, his eyes blazing like stars, and his voice echoed clearly above the ruins where the noise had just subsided: "The team has returned to its position, and I am willing to be the vanguard!"

The young monks who were previously excited about escaping the predicament and running around, had now put away all their playful expressions.

Like soldiers hearing a silent command, they quickly returned to their positions and lined up in formation.

Dozens of figures, high and low, hovered steadily in the air.

The flying swords under his feet emitted various colored spiritual lights, some like flowing rainbows, some like green swords, and under the reflection of the smoke and skylight that had not yet dissipated, they intertwined into a cold and dazzling light curtain.

Their faces were calm, but their eyes were as sharp as unsheathed swords. Spiritual energy flowed endlessly throughout their bodies, forming a majestic aura that was not deliberately ostentatious but was heart-pounding.

The robes rustled in the mountain breeze, and the hairbands flew in the air, making everyone look majestic and heroic!

The invisible aura of killing and the vigorous determination were like an arrow about to be released from a bow, pointing directly in the direction of the Xuanyin Sect! The jubilation just now seemed to be just an illusion. At this moment, they were the sharpest spearheads!

The mountain wind blew in fiercely, stirring up dust and smoke, brushing against the young and resolute faces, and stirring up their fluttering sleeves and high spirits.

Jun Ning's gaze slowly swept across this young team that had assembled in an instant and showed its cutting-edge capabilities, and finally fell back on Lu Wensheng.

On that beautiful face that seemed frozen for thousands of years, the corners of the lips twitched upwards ever so slightly, outlining a very faint smile.

She uttered a single word, clear and powerful, like the sound of gold and jade, with absolute trust and unquestionable determination:

"good."

Xie Qingwu stood quietly at a distance, taking in the entire scene.

He looked at the young monks hovering in the air with their swords shining brightly, and saw the undisguised sharpness and conviction in their eyes.

Deep in his eyes, a complex light flickered slightly, as if with emotion, as if with shock, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh: Such sharpness and concentration... the destiny of the human race has indeed not been cut off.

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"Well done to you! You took advantage of the Demon Lord's absence to do such a treacherous act!"

A burly demon cultivator with a face full of flesh and iron chains wrapped around his body had bloodshot eyes. He swung a heavy chain hammer and smashed it hard at a group of fellow disciples opposite him who were dressed in rags but had resolute eyes.

The chain hammer brought with it a foul-smelling wind, creating a deep pit on the ground and sending gravel flying!

"Why are you still worried about the Demon Lord at this point?! Idiot! Don't you understand? We are abandoned pawns! We are cannon fodder used by old dog Min Xiao to fill the holes in the formation!" A skinny middle-aged demon cultivator on the opposite side roared, and the poisoned dagger in his hand blocked the chain hammer, splashing a string of dazzling sparks.

His eyes were filled with deep hatred and despair: "He set up this devastating formation, but did he ever consider leaving us a way out?!"

"Traitors must die!" Several more fanatical demon cultivators rushed out from the shadows, with filthy demonic flames rising from their bodies and spells carrying corrosive black light, bombarding those wavering people without distinguishing between friend and foe.

"We were originally human! We were pitiful creatures who were abducted alive and forced into the devil's way! Whatever the devil wants to do, you will do it! You are the true traitors! You have betrayed the original intention of being human!"

A young demon cultivator was hit by the aftermath of the spell, half of his body was charred, but he struggled and roared, his voice as shrill as a cuckoo crying blood.

"Is there a way out if we join the righteous path?! They will only kill us all!" Someone retorted in despair, waving the soul-calling flag in his hand, but the summoned evil spirit lost control due to the caster's excitement and pounced on his own people.

"That's better than having no dignity here at all! Being raised like pigs and dogs, being consumed like tools! Who isn't helpless? Might as well take this opportunity to fight my way out! Live life to the fullest!"

A scarred demon cultivator roared wildly, and used a poisonous dagger to cut the throat of a fanatic who rushed over. Warm blood sprayed on his face, adding a bit of hideousness and madness.

Chaos spread like a plague, spells flew everywhere, poisonous smoke filled the air, and broken limbs and broken magic weapons were scattered all over the ground.

Former comrades-in-arms are now killing each other for the illusory "loyalty" and the "betrayal" they are struggling to survive.

Some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos to seize the warehouse resources, some people just wanted to break out of this hellish cage, and more people fought blindly driven by fear and anger.

Screams, roars, the sound of bones breaking, and the collision of magical instruments intertwined into a symphony of death.