In the central region of the Spirit Realm Continent, in front of a certain sect, one spirit skill after another from the outside world was pouring towards the center with all their might.

The light emitted by the Great Sect Protector Array was already fading more and more, and even a few of the formations in it were faintly dim, like a dying and struggling spiritual cultivator, who was letting out a final roar.

On the other side, the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor, dressed in a luxurious robe, led the Great Protector Sen Cang, as well as the Yin and Yang Shuangsha, arrogantly standing at the forefront of the queue. Beside him was a large group of Yin Wind Hell Legions with weapons held high and charging into battle. The deafening shouts of battle, mixed with the explosion of spiritual skills and the exclamations of the rout within the sect, resounded repeatedly in the entire realm, and the panic was like a thunderous roar.

After being recognized by all forces, the actions of the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor were indeed much more restrained. However, in the war of territorial expansion, small-scale attacks still break out from time to time. And the targets of the conquest are naturally those scattered forces that have not been listed in his list of allies.

The fierce war is still in full swing, but since the beginning of the war, the situation has been completely controlled by the wind and hell. Under the support of the large array, the elders of the sect fought and retreated, and the front line had withdrawn into the inner region in a blink of an eye.

In the main hall in the rear, the sect master was pacing repeatedly with his hands behind his back. And the lower-level elders on both sides of the long table had already become a mess.

This sect master's thinking is extremely pedantic, and in his eyes, strength can only be truly ingrained after years of accumulation. It is believed that the spiritual cultivation world should be divided into generations. Elders have been cultivating for hundreds of years, so they should naturally let the younger generations bow down to them. Because of this, he has always looked down on the so-called young genius and rising star.

When the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor had just risen, when he heard that the other party was only in his twenties, he subconsciously felt contempt. A hairy boy, who doesn't know what demon method he used to raise to the peak of the third order of Tongtian, dares to be so unsightly?

When all parties sent gifts and congratulations, he didn't join in the excitement at all. In his usual thoughts, that kid would not dare to attack him. Even if he comes, with the hundreds of years of experience in his own sect, he will never be afraid of any invading enemy.

However, he was wrong. In this one-sided war, his thinking was completely turned upside down. It turns out that in this world, the length of cultivation time really doesn't mean everything.

At the same time, the battle reports outside the hall are still coming.

"What, the second line of defense has completely collapsed?" the Sect Master's eyes widened. The speed of the opponent's attack...... Much faster than he thought!

"Sect Master, the third line of defense can't withstand it!" At this moment, a disciple covered in blood rushed into the door again, completely pushing the atmosphere in the main hall to the freezing point.

After a long time, an elder stroked his beard and sighed: "That Rakshasa Ghost Emperor is really as strong as a Rakshasa ghost who ran out of hell, how can there be such a monster?"

"Sect Master, let's surrender quickly!" more disciples were pleading. But although the sect master's expression was cloudy, he never made a final order.

"Then the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor is about to come in! What are you waiting for?" Finally, some elders couldn't bear it anymore.

Let the people in the hall panic, and the sect master still remained silent. It's just that his anxious gaze throws a glance out of the room from time to time.

"Sect Master...... Sect Master ......" When this call sounded, the sect master's frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and he hurriedly stepped forward, and said hurriedly: "How is it, have you found out?"

The one who rushed into the hall was also a plain-clothed disciple, and at this time, he hurriedly handed over a stack of materials and responded: "The disciple has finally fulfilled his mission and investigated the village where the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor was born!"

When all the elders heard this, they were all shocked for a while, and hurriedly gathered around the sect master. Looking at the few lines of text in the information and the sketched topographical map, after a while, an elder suddenly whispered, "This place ......"

The sect master turned his head slightly impatiently: "What's wrong with this place?"

The elder swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten that according to legend, the Lord of the Nine Shadows Hall was ...... back then?"

The sect master's expression also changed suddenly, staring at the red mark in the topographic map, his eyes flashing with deep fear, as if he was seeing a great murderous place.

The rest of the crowd heard what the elder had said, and they all seemed to remember something, and the circle around them scattered silently, trying to stay away from the topographic map, as if they were hiding from some unknown killing machine.

Due to this sudden concern, the sect master's eyebrows were already frowning more and more, as if he was thinking about whether it should be easier to make the original plan. But at this moment, another spiritual power descended suddenly, and with a "boom" that shook the earth, the entire hall shook violently, and wisps of dust fell on the beams.

The crisis in front of him could not be delayed, and after thinking about it, the sect master finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and clenched the drawings with his five fingers: "I don't believe in this evil!" A fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he threw the information in his hand to the side, and shouted loudly: "Immediately lead troops for me and attack this village!" I want to see, knowing that the village where I was born is being threatened, which side will the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor choose! Others, defend the sect for me!"

The battle in the outside world is coming to an end in the blink of an eye.

As another line of defense was broken, the Yin Wind Hell generals cheered in unison, and they were about to rush into the inner courtyard and clear it in one fell swoop. Although this group of elders seemed to have known that they were invincible and had turned from attack to defense, it was only a matter of time before they were completely defeated.

Just as the generals were about to launch a full-scale killing, a subordinate suddenly leaned into Luo Dixing's ear and whispered a few words.

And just after that, Luo Dixing, who originally had a leisurely demeanor and enjoyed the joy of victory, his face changed dramatically, even in the face of a powerful enemy in the past, he had never seen such a look. Mu stood in place, the whole person was completely confused, staring at the inner courtyard in front of him, and only after a long time did he tremble and spit out a sentence: "Retreat!" As soon as the words fell, he didn't explain a word to his subordinates, turned around and walked out.

Luo Dixing walked alone in a hurry, and disappeared in a few ups and downs. A group of subordinates who were thrown away by him looked at each other, all full of puzzlement: "Why is the Ghost Emperor leaving?

After Han Diyue and Fu Mosheng asked the previous subordinate, their faces also changed to varying degrees. Quickly stopped everyone's speculation, and the two looked at each other, each worried.

"You don't know how important the Ghost Emperor is to his family......

Inside the sect, when he heard the news of the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor's retreat, the sect master immediately let out a breath of air, his legs weakened, and he fell into the chair behind him.

"But the sect master ......" After everyone celebrated, another elder quickly saw the trouble, "This method can only solve the siege for a while. At the same time, in this way, we can be regarded as completely offending the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor, and when he frees his hand, he will definitely not let us go......!"

The Sect Master took a few breaths and said in a deep voice, "How could I not know, but one more day of life always earns one more day...... A few of you, go and pack your things immediately, and let all the disciples who want to leave let them leave. This sect, we can only give up...... As long as you can save your life, there will always be a comeback!"

In the outside world, in just a few breaths, Luo Dixing had already rushed to the front of the national border, and shouted from afar: "Open the teleportation array for me!"

Several of the soldiers stationed there knew his identity, and they all looked at him tremblingly: "But Lord Ghost Emperor, now the teleportation time has passed......"

Luo Dixing was furious on the spot: "Open!!" In his angry roar, a slap slap swept a nearby soldier far away, shattering the tall city wall, and the whole person was also deeply sunk in the broken bricks, embedded into a twisted "big" character.

The generals were intimidated by his might, and they could only smile again and again, while using their spiritual power, which was injected into the teleportation array under their feet. Luo Dixing watched the thin light move slowly, and thought that the village still didn't know what was going on, and he was really anxious.

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At the foot of the Dingtian Mountain Range, in a quiet small village, a group of villagers with vegetables on their faces are not aware of the great changes that have taken place in the outside world. As usual, they picked up their hoes and walked briskly into the fields.

The temperature difference in these days is quite large, and Luo Laohan's body bones are not tough, and when he was working in the fields a few days ago, he accidentally suffered from a wind chill. After Luo Xiaoxing learned about it, he made a special trip to ask for leave from his teacher and rushed back to take care of his father. Duan Ling had a very good relationship with him, and this time he offered to accompany him, and at the same time, he was also a guest at his home by the way.

The two of them worked hard, waited for Luo Laohan to drink the medicine, and lay down on the kang. Luo Xiaoxing was afraid that his father would be bored, so he took the initiative to tell interesting stories about his cultivation in the master's sect.

Soon, the effects of the medicine gradually set in, and Luo Laohan also began to feel drowsy. But in this peaceful atmosphere, the village suddenly sounded gongs and drums, and it seemed that many people were shouting something viciously, some were running, some were screaming in a panic, and the whole village was plunged into unprecedented chaos.

Luo Laohan opened his eyes with great difficulty, turned his stiff head, and said softly: "Xiaoxing, go and see what's so noisy outside." ”

Luo Xiaoxing promised and was about to stand up, but Duan Ling took the initiative to say: "Uncle, Xiaoxing is rare to come back, so I'll go out and have a look." ”

Compared with the young Luo Xiaoxing, Duan Ling's experience is naturally richer. From this noise, he quickly judged that this village was probably visited by a lot of visitors, and ...... It's the bad guys.

Stepping out of the door carefully, Duan Ling hid in the shadows between the cracks in the wall, and everywhere he looked, there were villagers fleeing in terror. At the entrance of the village, there was a team of strangers and horses, and the spiritual power around him fluctuated, making him feel quite dangerous. I'm afraid, it's much more powerful than his master, who is the Supreme Elder of the Heaven Determination Sect!

The leader beat the gongs and drums, raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone in the village listen, gather at the entrance of the village within a stick of incense, and wait for the time to go!" At the same time, a large number of accompanying children were slamming the doors from house to house, dragging out several unarmed villagers from one house to another, and their weapons were hanging on the back of their necks.

Duan Ling was in a state of confusion. No matter how mature he is, after all, he is only thirteen years old, and he can only judge that the situation in front of him is critical, but with his own strength, he will not be the opponent of this group of fierce gods and evil gods no matter what. It is no exaggeration to say that even the entire Dingtian Sect ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone to compete with them!

Such a lineup may only be members of those first-class forces on the Spirit Continent, as the head once said...... What the hell is going on? Why are they dealing with this innocent village?

There was not much time, Duan Ling hurriedly returned to the room, and recounted the situation in front of him, before the three of them could discuss the reason, the door panel was kicked open with a "bang", and several disciples who broke in shook their long knives, grabbed their collars without saying anything, and dragged them out of the room.

Luo Xiaoxing was anxious: "My father is still ......" The immature spiritual power is also running rapidly in his body, and it seems that he wants to fight with these people with all his might.

Duan Ling hurriedly stopped: "Xiaoxing, don't act rashly. Luo Xiaoxing glanced at him a little helplessly, although he was unwilling, but in the end he honestly suppressed his spiritual power.

And those disciples didn't even look at him more. Obviously, when they drove people away, they also encountered many villagers who tried to resist, but a group of mortals here were simply regarded by them as ants, let alone just a seriously ill old man and two small children. Seeing this, Duan Ling was also slightly relieved, and at the same time, he kept thinking about how to deal with it in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, all the villagers were pulled to the entrance of the village, some of whom had just returned from the fields and did not even bother to throw away their hoes. Everyone looked at this group of cultivators who were obviously very promising, not knowing what they wanted, and at the same time, under the heavy pressure, it was difficult to even spit out the words of soft confession.

The leader squinted his gaze and glanced lazily at the villagers: "Have you all arrived?" After several disciples next to him responded one after another, the man sneered, threw the gong in his hand violently, and smashed it on the wasteland on the side, making a "bang" sound. When the atmosphere was so tense, this sound was in everyone's hearts, which was tantamount to a thunderclap on the ground.

Then, the man walked slowly, and looked closely at the villagers. Glancing at the pair of resentment, or fear, but all of them were filled with the ant's gaze looking up at the god, and the corners of his mouth gradually pulled into an eerie smile.

"Villagers, listen to me, you and the famous Rakshasa Ghost Emperor are from the same village, this is your glory, but at the same time, this is also your misfortune. Because, you will soon be burdened by him. ”

deliberately slowed down his pace, pacing all the way from the left to the right, "Rakshasa Ghost Emperor, it's too arrogant outside, the people he provoked, this debt is all on your heads." ”

After a slight pause, the villagers fully digested his subtext, and then turned back to the left, "Today, we are only looking for the family of the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor." Whoever is related to him, stand up. ”

On the other side, there was silence. The leader's expression was incomprehensible, and he also paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly grinned, as if he was trying to make a friendly appearance.

"Don't worry, I just want you to come with me to keep my sect safe. Along the way, we will prepare enough wine and food to entertain. ”

(End of chapter)