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In Xuanji Mountain Range, Ancient Sword Sect, a team of monks were patrolling in mid-air.

A silver light appeared in the sky, and appeared in front of the patrolling monks from far to near.

Feeling the amazing power of the silver light, the patrolling monks did not dare to stop it and dispersed.

The speed of the silver light was extremely fast, and it flew into the Ancient Sword Sect in a few breaths.

Not long after, a heavy bell sounded, resounding through the sky.

Hearing the bell, one after another disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect rushed out of their residences and flew towards the Sword Palace on their swords.

In the Sword Palace, Dugu Xin sat on the main seat, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

Not long after, an old man in a white robe with a fairy-like appearance walked in.

"Brother Dugu, what happened? Aren't you in charge of the war on the front line? Why did you come back suddenly?" The old man in a white robe asked curiously.

"Junior Brother Li, it's over. Qin Wuji used a giant tower treasure to take away the other Taoist friends and most of the cultivators. Most of them have been killed." Dugu Xin said with a bitter smile.

The white-robed old man's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "What? Aren't there more than a dozen fellow Taoists on the front line? A treasure can kill more than a dozen Yuanying cultivators?"

"It's useless. That treasure is very powerful. If it weren't for the good quality of my sword pill and the secret technique of sword body integration, I wouldn't be able to escape back. I estimate that the demon cultivators will come to kill us soon. We must evacuate Datang as soon as possible. We can't stay in Datang anymore. It will be too late to run away after Qin Wuji and others come to kill us. The inheritance of our sect must not be cut off in our hands."

At this point, Dugu Xin showed a determined look on his face.

"In that case, let's evacuate the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible! But where should we evacuate to? Should we notify other sects?"

Dugu Xin pondered for a moment and said, "Let's evacuate to the territory of the City of Cultivators! As long as the two of us are here, the inheritance of the Ancient Sword Sect can be passed on. There is no need to notify other sects. They will probably know the news soon. At this time, they can't protect themselves. Just wish for the best!"

"It can only be done this way. I will give the order now."

Under the orders of the two Nascent Soul cultivators, the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect moved quickly. In less than an hour, they packed up their gifts. The Spirit Eye Spring, various spiritual medicines and other spiritual objects were moved away by the Jindan stage cultivators, and all the immortal cultivation resources in the treasure house were taken away.

An hour later, a silver giant sword more than ten feet long flew out of Xuanji Mountain. Dugu Xin stood on the silver giant sword. Behind the silver giant sword were hundreds of flying swords of different colors, each with a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect standing on it. Under the leadership of Dugu Xin, hundreds of the remaining elite disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect flew towards the direction of Sanxinfang City.

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Shi Yue was sitting cross-legged in the secret room practicing, when suddenly, "Ding Ding Ding!" A heavy bell sounded that resounded through the sky.

The moment the bell sounded, Shi Yue opened his eyes.

When he walked out of his residence, a majestic male voice rang in his ears: "Listen, everyone in Taixu Sect, I am Master Qingmang of the Poison Dragon Sect. Your Taixu Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator has died. If you know what's good for you, you should submit to our Poison Dragon Sect. In a word, those who obey will prosper, and those who disobey will perish."

Shi Yue raised his eyebrows, released the Qingyun Boat, jumped on it, and cast a spell on it. The Qingyun Boat suddenly emitted a green light and carried him to the distance.

Not long after, Shi Yue arrived at the exit of the sect. Zhou Tongtian and many other Jindan stage cultivators were suspended in the air, and hundreds of Taixu Sect disciples were flying in the air.

Across from Zhou Tongtian and others, there was a green cloud of a hundred feet in size. Hundreds of cultivators stood on the green cloud, led by an old man with a horse face wearing a green robe. He carried a huge green gourd on his waist, and he had the perfect Jindan cultivation.

What was striking was that Chen Xiangdong stood beside him with a calm face.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you? When did you get involved with the people of the Poison Dragon Sect?" Zhou Tongtian said with a gloomy face, revealing a bit of displeasure between his eyebrows.

"Brother Zhou, I have confirmed that Uncle Murong has indeed fallen. Not only Uncle Murong, but other seniors have also fallen. Those who know the times are heroes. If you want to preserve the inheritance of the Taixu Sect, surrendering to the Poison Dragon Sect is the best choice. Fellow Daoist Sun has promised me that as long as we surrender to the Poison Dragon Sect, we can keep our original treatment." Chen Xiangdong said slowly.

"Humph, surrender to the Poison Dragon Sect? Brother Chen, are you confused? Do you believe everything others say?" A middle-aged Taoist said with a frown.

"Whether Uncle Murong has fallen, the headmaster should know best. He is guarding the ancestral hall, where Uncle Murong's soul tablet is enshrined. If Uncle Murong is still alive, please take out Uncle Murong's soul tablet and let everyone see it. Humph, a man of insight is a hero. Our Tang Dynasty has been fighting with the Qin Dynasty for three years. How many disciples have died? I don't understand. Do we have to fight against the Qin Dynasty? What's wrong with submitting to the Qin Dynasty? The world of immortal cultivation is originally a world of the survival of the fittest." Chen Xiangdong said coldly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

After hearing this, the disciples of Taixu Sect looked at Zhou Tongtian, hoping that he could take out Murong Feng's soul tablet.

Murong Xiaoxiao's brows twisted into a ball, and she bit her red lips tightly, as if she didn't dare to believe the news.

Zhou Tongtian pondered for a while, and said: "Uncle Murong's natal soul tablet is indeed broken, but even if Uncle Murong is gone, I will protect Taixu Sect, because I am the head of Taixu Sect. This is my responsibility and my obligation. Junior Brother Chen, everyone has their own ambitions. I have no objection to your plan to join the Poison Dragon Sect, but you should not help the evil. I don't want my fellow disciples to kill each other."

Chen Xiangdong heard this and showed a hesitant look on his face.

The green-robed old man's face turned cold, and he said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Chen, if I hadn't spoken for you in front of Uncle Li, you would have died long ago. Now it's time for you to show your ability!"

After hearing this, Chen Xiangdong's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he said with a gloomy face: "Brother Zhou, for the sake of our past friendship, I don't want to fight with you. Don't make it difficult for me. Everyone listen, if you submit to the Poison Dragon Sect, you will live, and if you disobey the Poison Dragon Sect, you will die."

The disciples present looked at each other with different expressions.

"Humph, I'm not dead yet. Anyone who dares to betray the sect will be executed immediately for the crime of judging the sect to serve as a warning to others." Zhou Tongtian's face turned cold and he shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, your senior brother seems to be a little ungrateful. In this case, there is nothing to say. Kill him. Shunchang is victorious and Niuwang is dead. Anyone who dares to confront our sect will be killed without mercy." The green-robed old man said coldly.

"Disciples of Taixu Sect, listen up! Anyone who dares to trespass into our sect's mountain gate will be killed without mercy." Zhou Tongtian's face turned cold and he ordered in a deep voice.