Chapter 194 The Devil’s Attack

"What! Liang Yan, what do you mean by this? Zhu Yuepo is our fellow disciple, and you actually suspect one of our own?" Ling Wei shouted angrily from the crowd.

"Senior Sister Ling, please calm down. In fact, I have always been curious. Since these demons have defeated you two separately, why did they let you take away Senior Brother Zhu in the end?"

"That's because I did not hesitate to lose a secret treasure of the master's sect, and Zhu Yuepo fought hard and would rather die than surrender. In the end, we fought a bloody path!"

Ling Wei said coldly: "I know you and I were unhappy, but now that the enemy is facing us, why would you stir up trouble? You know that your senior brother Zhu was surrounded and suppressed by many people, and his whole body was burned to death by demonic fire. I saw this with my own eyes! He almost died for this mission, but your junior brother is talking about it, don't you think you are too villainous?"

"His body is completely intact? In other words, even Senior Sister Ling, you haven't seen his true appearance clearly?" Liang Yan suddenly asked.

Ling Wei frowned after hearing this and said: "What do you mean? I was at the scene at that time. Although Senior Brother Zhu's appearance was burned, his clothes, spiritual weapons, and voice, I will never I will admit my mistake, are you doubting me?"

"It's not that I doubt Senior Sister, it's just that in this vast world, there are countless secret arts and spells, and there are many ways to change things in a short period of time. I'm afraid that the person who was really transferred is precisely this Senior Brother Zhu who has been lying in bed for several days. '!"

After listening to the conversation between the two, everyone couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts. Huang Potian pointed at a disciple and shouted: "Go and see if Zhu Yuepo is still in the guest room!"

"Yes!" The man responded and stepped out of the queue. He flew up and down and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a few ups and downs.

They didn't keep everyone waiting for too long. In just one cup of tea, the man returned and whispered a few words beside Huang Potian.

"What! The person is gone!" Huang Potian stared angrily and shouted: "It turns out it's really this guy!"

"Master Huang Pavilion, now is not the time to worry about the traitor!" Dugu Jiannan said to Huang Potian: "Whoever the traitor is, he must have gone down the mountain to deliver the news. And everyone from the Demonic Path is probably on their way here. I’d better prepare early!”

"Not bad!" Huang Potian gradually regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "With the help of fellow Taoists, we will definitely be able to defeat these evil cultivators. Lao Qi, go quickly and summon all the disciples of the Sword Making Pavilion and prepare for a fight to the death!"

"Yes!" A middle-aged man stepped forward to take the order and hurriedly ran into the sword-making pavilion.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the gate and said with a smile:

"Hahaha! Mr. Huang, you also know that this is a fight to the death. It seems that you already know your fate tonight!"

"That's not true. Mr. Huang will die tonight, and the Sword Building Pavilion will cease to exist!" A middle-aged man said coldly.

The monks were startled and turned their heads to look, only to see people pouring in on the cliff outside the Sword-casting Pavilion.

These people are divided into four groups, wearing clothes of four colors: red, gold, blue, and black. They all have masks on their faces. Their cultivation levels range from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the seventh level of Qi Refining. Liang Yan made a rough count and found that there were about two hundred people.

Each color team has a leader. There are four people in total. Their cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, and they are flying in mid-air at the moment.

The leader in blue was the one who spoke first. He was sitting cross-legged on a ghost flag. Although he was wearing a mask, he had white hair and a hoarse voice. He seemed to be an old man.

The middle-aged man at the interface was wearing a golden robe and standing on a bamboo flute with his hands behind his back. At this moment, Ling Wei, who was in the crowd, asked in a teasing tone:

"Junior Sister Ling, one day's absence is like three autumns! We haven't seen each other for only half a day, but I already miss you so much."

"What, you, you are?" Ling Wei's face changed drastically.

"Hey, why don't you recognize me? I'm your good senior brother!" The man in golden robe pretended to sigh softly in disappointment, but he used Zhu Yuepo's voice.

"You! It turns out you are really a thief pretending to be a thief. What did you do to Senior Brother Zhu?" Ling Wei asked in a harsh voice.

"What's wrong? Hehe! I'm not interested in men. If you fall into my hands, you will naturally die!" The man in gold robe laughed.

After hearing this, Ling Wei's face instantly turned pale as paper. She was arrogant by nature, so she didn't take Zhu Yuepo's pursuit of him seriously in the sect at all. But this time they encountered an ambush on the road, and the two of them joined hands to defend themselves against the enemy. Zhu Yuepo fought to the death, which made Ling Wei unknowingly develop a liking for him.

At this moment, knowing that he was dead, Ling Wei felt a little pain in her heart, but now that the enemy was facing her, she knew not to show her weakness, so she immediately calmed down and said in a cold voice: "How dare you attack our Yungang Sect disciples? , I will have to pay with your blood later!"

Among the four monks leading the demon path, the one in red has a voluptuous figure and loose black hair. Although she is wearing a mask, she is obviously a charming woman. At this moment, he suddenly said with a smile:

"Hehe, I say Fellow Daoist Li, your reputation as 'The Man with a Thousand Faces' is a bit exaggerated! Why does this delicate Miss Ling seem to be dissatisfied with you, but is still thinking about her senior brother? "

"You!" The middle-aged man in golden robe did not expect that she would expose him, and immediately sneered: "What? Fairy Poison Flower also wants to weigh Li's methods?"

These monks originally wore masks because they did not want to reveal their identities, but it seemed that the Poison Flower Fairy and the Thousand-Faced Man had some kind of feud, and now they actually exposed each other.

"Stop arguing!" The old man in blue waved his hand: "Kill everyone in the Sword Forging Pavilion tonight, and no one will know your identity."

As soon as he said this, it was like giving a kill order, and the place was completely silent for a while.

"Hmph! If you want to kill Huang, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Huang Potian snorted coldly and shouted: "All the disciples of the Sword Making Pavilion obey the order and follow me to kill the evil spirits. Life or death is at stake tonight!"

"kill!"

The disciples of the Sword-making Pavilion came out in full force and instantly fought with the besieging demonic monks. Shouts, sounds of fighting, and the sound of spiritual weapons breaking through the air came and went, and all kinds of spiritual lights exploded in the night sky.

The Sword-casting Pavilion, which was peaceful in the first half of the night, has now become a bloody battlefield.

The four leaders at the peak of Qi refining in the Demonic Way were currently fighting on their own. Among them, the old man in blue faced Huang Potian, while the middle-aged man in gold robe fought with Ling Wei.

As for Dugu Jiannan, he actually single-handedly picked off the remaining two peak Qi-refining monks. One of his golden flying swords flew up and down, seemingly not losing any ground.