These guards in front of him said that they would kill them, and none of them ran away from the Sword Domain, considering the consequences of the fanfare, Jing Yao forcibly suppressed the angry killing intent, and the mountain col went three miles inside, it was the Sword Sect Temple, with the last enchantment defense, and all the Sword Sect disciples should have returned to the Temple.

The town guards on the periphery played more of a vigilant role, and Jing Yao concealed her aura and quietly passed through the guards' defenses.

Most of these people's cultivation is around the Jindan realm, separated by a large realm.

For ordinary people, it is bound to be extremely difficult to pass through the dead corners of their line of sight, but Jing Yao's body is fast, and a stream of almost transparent smoke floats through the dead corners of their line of sight, and no one notices it.

Passing through the defense line, Jing Yao came to the middle of the run, and a tall stone sculpture appeared from the perspective, with a rigorous face, not angry and arrogant, it was Lin Haoran's statue, stuck in the outpost of the temple, and walking forward, the main hall was already faintly visible, but it was already full of devastation, and there were still people around it.

Jing Yao frowned, the enchantment of the temple was also pierced, and the monk realm guarding the periphery of the temple was already in the Yuanying realm, his eyes were empty, and he looked a little bit like a teacher, but Jing Yao knew that the group of monks in front of him were only guardians who practiced corpse art and lost their souls.

The one hundred and eight demon generals of the Demon Sect are divided into thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two earth demons, and there are really many demon generals who died in the hands of Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing, but the strength of practicing corpse art lies in the fact that it can quickly improve the cultivation of monks, and the price paid is their own soul and consciousness, becoming a puppet of the walking dead.

Jing Yao had come into contact with four demon corpses ten years ago, and it took a lot of effort to kill them, but now she has cultivated to a great progress, and she has no fear.

But if you want to solve more than 20 demon corpses silently, it is impossible to do it, and if you turn your body again, the green smoke floats into the air, like a twilight driven by a soft wind, and floats towards a dead end.

The everlasting lamp on the main hall rolled to the ground, as if it did not yield to fate, and continued to burn, sprinkled with lamp oil, blending with the blood and water all over the ground, and extending inside, stained with blood.

Jing Yao didn't say a word, she didn't know the structure of the temple very well, but if she followed the blood path, she could finally join Lin Tianxing and the others.

At the end, the ground was concave, like a tunnel, and the lights were bright along the way, Jing Yao did not doubt him, and walked in cautiously.

Where the light was the most dazzling, more than a dozen monks from different sects were discussing in a low voice against a door wall, all of them were distracted realm monks, and several of them had fought in the sealing space.

Paper Huiyu of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance stared at the door wall tightly, his eyebrows locked, and he seemed to have encountered an incomprehensible problem.

Jing Yao glanced at it and immediately saw that it was a door wall that had been blessed by witchcraft and Confucian magic arrays, from Huang Xiufeng's handwriting.

Judging from the trajectory of the shining brilliance of the door wall, this is like an isolated passage with an implied illusion array, but it is rare to see a genius who is proficient in illusion in the immortal cultivation world.

It just so happens that Jing Yao is proficient in the secret art of martial arts, and he also has an understanding of the Confucian Strange Array.

A middle-aged man beside Paper Huiyu couldn't help but say: "Paper Huiyu Daoyou, don't bother, Xihua's old things are at a loss, how can we have the ability to solve them? ”

The middle-aged man was not very polite, seeing that his expression was very personal to Paper Huiyu, and he was a little disapproving when he talked about the big man;

What caught Jing Yao's attention the most was the name mentioned by the middle-aged man, Xihua!

This person indirectly led to the fall of the Sword Sect, and when he left the sealing space that day, Jing Yao deliberately avoided Xihua Zhenren, just to prevent Lin Tianxing from drawing his sword in anger, and he did not dare to underestimate Xihua Jingyao.

When she learned that the Sword Sect had been attacked, the first thing she thought of was Xihua Zhenren, and only he could crack Huang Xiufeng's enchantment.

Paper Huiyu smiled bitterly and said: "Daoist Zhang Boduan, our attack on the Sword Sect this time has a lot to do with it, if we can't capture the guys inside in one fell swoop and let them escape, will those people let you and me go?"

The people in his mouth referred to Lin Tianxing and others.

Zhang Boduan was silent for a while, not wanting to delve into this topic, so he shifted his words: "I don't know what the purpose of sticking to breaking the seal is, we directly use external force to smash this door wall, and the guy hiding inside is not ready to be caught?"

This question was obviously thought about by Shi Huiyu, and when he heard it, he responded: "Xihua is pretending to be mysterious, but we have also seen it with our own eyes, a mountain gate enchantment, how many twists and turns have been wasted, and how many hidden losses have been suffered...... Didn't the boss of the Qin clan go to ask for foreign aid? It is said that he is proficient in illusion......

Zhang Boduan sneered: "The illusion technique has long been in decline, and it is known as a chicken rib technique, but I didn't expect it to become a stumbling block that blocked our progress in the end, but it was Huang Xiufeng who arranged the seal, and I doubt that the foreign aid of the Qin clan can break through the door wall." ”

The dispute between Zhang Boduan and Paper Huiyu attracted the attention of others, and a pale old man said proudly: "What is Huang Xiufeng?

"Then I'll see. Zhang Boduan said casually.

"You can wait with peace of mind, my clan Tianjiao is coming in an instant, before that, it is important to keep the door, if the old man is not mistaken, there is still a fish that has slipped through the net. The old man snorted: "A little girl is also worthy of attention? I have to say that if you make a big fuss, then Xihua is also old and confused." ”

There is dissatisfaction between the lines.

In his mind, the Sword Sect is already a turtle in the urn, and once the door wall is broken, the Sword Sect will also be completely subverted and no longer exists, and what is the meaning of a sect that has been inherited for 100,000 years, surviving in the cracks? If it is abandoned by the times, it should be resigned......

A slightly soft voice interrupted the old man's thoughts, only to hear the other party say: "The monks of the Zhao clan have arrived, please let a few people go." ”

This voice failed to get Jing Yao's attention, she looked at a radiant young monk walking in the passage, and did not greet everyone, and walked directly to the door wall, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of her mouth, full of confidence.

The door wall fits the stone wall tightly, and it is almost integrated, but because of the effect of enchantment and illusion, the door wall reverberates from time to time with spiral lines, spreading to both sides in a circle, as long as you are not blind, you can find the location of the door wall at a glance.

The young monk had an extra cyan wolf pen on his fingertips, and he turned around and said, "Carving insect skills, Huang Xiufeng is nothing more than that, you see me break the formation." ”

The wolf pen was a little in the air, and a complicated blue light began to appear.