lcionline Chapter 378: Set out to kill the demons
Chapter 378: Set out to kill the demons
The jade slips' spiritual light flickered frequently in the sea of clouds. Some sect leaders who originally intended to ask their disciples not to go thought that since Lu Wensheng was on the list, they could just use this as an excuse to ask their disciples not to go. But now, seeing the gold powder falling down and the disciples with boiling blood and bright eyes, they immediately realized that it was impossible and slowly loosened the communication spell that they had just pinched with their fingertips.
On the high platform, the dim lights of several secret jade slips suddenly went out.
Several clan leaders sighed with fatigue: Lu Wensheng does more than just discipline these youngsters?
"You little brat, this is not a joke. Your reckless nature will only lead to bad things..."
"Tsk, you always try to show off before me." Yan Zhaoming looked unhappy. He didn't hear a word his father said and directly crushed the jade slip that his father used to transmit the message.
Jiang Jinyue propped up her chin in distress, looking at the frequently flashing jade token: "Sister, we deliberately didn't reply to the message. I'm afraid we will be put in solitary confinement when we go back."
Jiang Caixue rubbed his sister's head: "It's okay, I'm with you."
"Sister, you said that the jade pendant for communication was accidentally broken. It can't be our fault, right?"
Jiang Jinyue suddenly threw the communication jade token into the sea of clouds. Jiang Caixue also threw out the jade pendant with her sleeves wide open. In coordination with her sister's prank, the two jade tokens collided with each other under the influence of spiritual power, making a crisp cracking sound.
The two sisters smiled at each other, and the moon and snow patterns embroidered on their skirts overlapped in the wind.
The silken silk on Canglige's wrist suddenly wrapped around the urgent summons jade slip and crushed it into powder. She shook off the jade shavings on the end of her hair and glared at the grinning Yan Zhaoming: "Why, are you the only one who has the guts to disobey the imperial order?"
She put her hands on her hips and said, "This isn't the first time I've been disobedient. The Queen Mother can't kill her daughter like me."
Li Zhe replied to his father: "Dad! I'm not going back! They are all going, I want to go too!" Then without waiting for his father to say anything, he unilaterally cut off contact.
Tan Heng has always had a lot of say in southern Xinjiang, so naturally no one came to urge her.
Yun Wujiuze - Master didn't ask him to go back at all. Instead, he said that if he didn't want to follow, he shouldn't go back.
There was no need to say anything to Wei Xun and the others, and their master was too lazy to say anything either.
The communication instruments on the young monks' waists vibrated one after another, but when they caught a glimpse of Lu Wensheng's upright back, their owners either pinched out the spiritual light or threw them into mustard seed bags.
I don't know who laughed first. Some mischievous ghosts made an agreement and deliberately threw a dozen jade slips into the sky. When the colorful lights exploded, they were three times more brilliant than fireworks.
Some old-fashioned people were fuming and glaring: These youngsters! At least they should reply to the message first! They don’t respect their elders! Besides, they don’t need to reply to the message, but they destroyed the tools? They don’t know how to be frugal!
I am actually very happy for these young people. They have also been through this. Young people are like this.
Young and frivolous, unruly, romantic, full of ambition, always breaking the rules, ignorant of the immensity of the world, conceited and flamboyant, never concerned with weighing the pros and cons.
However, the elders' indulgence of Lu Wensheng's behavior does not mean that other enthusiastic young people can follow suit...
As for the juniors who are still on the "left behind" list after this ordeal, they can only practice more - of course, the unsuitable and weak-willed warriors will also have to stay.
"Why can they go but I can't? You can't give me special treatment just because I'm your son!" Gu Jinzhi felt his blood boiling and glared at his father.
Gu Qinghe slapped his son on the back of his head: "What a special thing! Don't you think it's shameful? It sounds good to say that you want to keep people, but in fact, your cultivation is not enough, or the position is not suitable, and you will die if you go." Is the chicken blood given to you? You get carried away.
Gu Jinzhi covered his head: "..." Dad is so heartbroken.
Song Wen, who wanted to yell a few times, touched his nose in dismay. Jin Jianxian made up his mind secretly. Zhang Zhixu ruffled his hair in annoyance, thinking that he seemed to be a little slack...
No one wants to be left behind, fearing that the distance will get longer and longer.
Once the main force is determined, the next step is the auxiliary.
"The various sects have agreed that the Tianjiao will break the formation." Tao Yin's Adam's apple rolled, "As for the elite troops accompanying them... they need to pave the way with their blood and flesh to protect the one who breaks the formation from disaster."
"It's not a shame to quit now." Tao Yin's palm showed a list of names, with the gold-plated characters flickering in the night. "Willing disciples can leave their names on the list..."
The roster is both a glory and a destined sacrifice.
It is human nature to be afraid of death, and not everyone can die peacefully.
The green-clothed formation cultivator took half a step back with a pale face; the female cultivator holding two swords clenched her knuckles until they turned blue; even the gray-clothed swordsman in the front row lowered his eyes and stared at the newly tied peace knot around his waist in a daze.
"Disciple is willing to go." The young man's voice suddenly sounded trembling, and it shocked the clouds and shook them.
However, a disciple in the foundation-building stage squeezed out of the crowd, holding an uncollected hemostatic pill in his arms: "I...I always explode when refining pills, but I can recite the "Hundred Herbal Classic" by heart. If...if any fellow Taoist is seriously injured, I can at least identify the medicinal properties..."
"You'll be treated as a one-time doctor," someone reminded him.
The man's lips were trembling, but he still used his spiritual power to brand his name on the list: "I know."
"Count me in." The formation cultivator who had just retreated suddenly stood up and also branded his name, "I was wondering what the difference is between the formations used by the demons and us."
A monk in the crowd bit his lower lip tightly.
He had just entered the inner sect a few days ago. He had decent talent and a younger sister who was placed in the sect's jurisdiction. At this moment, the communication jade slip in his arms was still getting hot - he was not alone, he should withdraw.
But when he looked up and saw the black-robed monk on the cloud platform, he suddenly remembered that on the night when monsters massacred the village, it was people like him. A galaxy-like sword light split the bloody sky.
"Even the geniuses are not afraid, so why should we cherish the lives of ants!" He hurriedly left a letter and handed it to others.
As if a spark had set the field on fire, hesitant, fearful, and shrinking faces gradually raised their heads. They looked at the geniuses in front of them who were standing at the top of the clouds with their heads held high.
I don't know who took the first step, but the crowd suddenly surged over the bluestone steps like a tide. The shadows cast by the soles of their boots glowed with phosphorescence in the moonlight, as if the ice had suddenly cracked, and the dark crowd began to surge.
The disciple of the Weapon Sect took off his heart-protecting mirror and stuffed it into his companion's hand. The sound of weapons clashing was mixed with trembling breathing. The talisman cultivator tore open his Qiankun bag, and cinnabar and yellow paper flew like snowflakes.
Some people untied their belts and tied suicide notes in the corridor, while others handed life-saving talismans to their crying friends. The flames in the sky reflected on their sleeves, which fluttered like battle flags.
The names on the roster light up one by one, and those young faces are being illuminated by the bright light of the stars. They may not know how to die gracefully, but when their blood boils, they crush their hesitation into dust.
"Gentlemen, set out to defeat the demons!"
Suddenly, thousands of swords rang out.
Lu Wensheng looked up at the moon rising in the east, and behind him, thousands of sword lights were like the Milky Way rolling back.
Riding on the wind, the spirit swords under their feet hummed. When the first wisp of mountain wind wrapped in the smell of rust brushed past the tip of the nose, the casual chatting and laughing of the young monks suddenly condensed into a sharp blade that split the chaos.
The storm has come, the killing calamity has arrived, the demon clan invited them, and they accepted it. After breaking the formation, they went straight to the demon clan's base camp! In this round, the immortal gate used the genius as a blade to cut through the demon tide!