Even though the two had tried their best to save people, there were too many silk threads that came out from nowhere, and they were endless. Even if they were cut off, more would appear in the next second, attacking everyone continuously.

Along the way, there were disciples who were entangled and had no time to break free, or even call for help, and were sucked into their shriveled bodies.

Seeing those vibrant lives die silently in an instant, Elder Zhong Yi's anger grew stronger and stronger.

He simply couldn't leave now, otherwise it would be difficult for the Danfeng Peak Master to take care of the safety of so many disciples at the same time.

Some disciples even tried to run outside, but their escape direction was eventually blocked by the sect protection formation. In the end, they could only be horrified and entangled by the silk threads that surrounded them. They soon lost their voices after struggling violently.

Elder Zhong Yi had to sadly realize a fact.

The formation that they originally thought could protect their safety has now become a bronze wall that cuts off their hopes of escape.

At this moment, the sect protection formation was of no use.

These strange silk threads are carrying out a massacre without restraint.

There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

Should he remove the formation and leave the sect, or face the Demon Lord and the group of demon cultivators outside.

Even he was undecided.

No one can guarantee that removing the formation will get rid of these strange threads, and there is no guarantee that the disciples behind can be protected from the attack of the Demon Lord.

There were fleeing crowds everywhere, and the silk threads with bared fangs and claws were flying wildly, picking out satisfactory prey one after another.

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Mu Qingzhou also brought people from the spirit tribe to help.

When these silk threads suddenly emerged, even he was almost attacked. Fortunately, he caught the danger in time and successfully avoided it.

However, when they decided to come out and ask, they found that Taiyi Sect was in chaos.

Everywhere there were the shrunken bodies of disciples and fleeing crowds.

There was no other way, their courtyard had already fallen, so they had to find a familiar elder first.

The people of the elves can control plants. Thanks to the good greening of Taiyi Sect, all kinds of green vines and thin grass leaves flew out to intercept the silk threads that tried to entangle them.

They picked up items as they walked, and after saving a disciple they would turn around and put the disciple at the back of the team. Although their fighting ability was average, they were experts in defense and could barely protect the rescued disciples behind them.

Soon some escaping disciples noticed them. After all, the people of the Spirit Clan had lived in Taiyi Sect for a while. They had some impression of the Holy Son who was in the lead, and immediately ran to the back of the team one after another.

In an instant, the escape scene turned into a racing scene.

One disciple after another ran desperately in the front, and behind them, the ghost-like Silk Thread was chasing like a mad dog with bared fangs and claws.

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

The number of Taiyi Sect disciples behind him was growing like a snowball, and Mu Qingzhou only reacted when he was almost squeezed out of the team.

He blinked blankly, turned around, and saw a Taiyi Sect disciple behind him also blinking at him innocently.

"..."

People want to be saved on their own, there is no reason to drive them out at this time.

The young man gritted his teeth and raised his hand expressionlessly. The plant in a defensive state expanded a little more under the stimulation of spiritual power, protecting itself inside.

"Be careful--"

Suddenly, there were exclamations one after another, and Mu Qingzhou subconsciously turned around.

It turned out that while he was adjusting the size of the team, a few silk threads seized the opportunity to drill into the gaps in the green vines' attacks and arrived in front of him silently.

Trying to take this Eldar Holy Son away.

Seven or eight sword lights flashed brightly and dazzlingly, and the sword wind coordinated to cut off the silk thread that was only a finger away from him.

After Mu Qingzhou came to his senses, he found that several inner disciples happened to pass by here.

Compared to the outer disciples who had no power to fight back and could only flee or seek protection from the elders, the inner disciples were stronger. Although not much, with mutual cooperation they were able to barely avoid being dragged away by those omnipresent ghost creatures.

Just now, when he saw Mu Qingzhou almost being ambushed, he attacked reflexively.

"Are you guys okay?"

Mu Qingzhou shook his head, thought for a while, and asked again: "Where are your elders, elders who can handle this situation?" He emphasized it again.

Several teenagers shook their heads in unison, looking confused.

They were also looking for the elders, but they didn't know if it was bad luck or what.

I didn't see a single living person along the way until I ran into the elves just now.

Seeing this group of people gathering together like tadpoles looking for their mother, Mu Qingzhou couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.

So the current situation is that the elders and disciples are all running around, each looking for their own.

The main point is a two-way betrayal, right?

The leading young man waved the sword in his hand towards him and said, "Don't worry, as long as we are careful, we can still deal with these things."

The two groups of people had just exchanged a few messages when the silk threads that had been constantly blocked rushed over like crazy. The blood-red silk threads glowed with a strange light. Seeing that they could not break through the defense built by Mu Qingzhou for a while, they immediately transferred their firepower to the few simple inner disciples on the opposite side.

The originally thin and long silk threads kept twisting and then gathered together. The increasingly huge body cast a large shadow, which made everyone dumbfounded.

The young man who was full of confidence just now ran away behind the elves.

“Ahhh, run—”

Mu Qingzhou: "..."

other people:"……"

What about what we said we could deal with?

This thing suddenly became much bigger and more difficult to deal with than before, and its speed was also more flexible. There were many disciples following Mu Qingzhou and his companions, so he did not dare to be careless when those tentacle-like silk threads stretched out towards him.

A flute appeared in the palm of the young man, the whole body of which was emerald green and exuded vitality. He placed it across his lips and his fingertips flickered. The clear flute sounded like an invisible barrier, and the blood-red silk thread that was already close to him suddenly slowed down.

He retreated little by little. Although the others didn't understand why, they also held their breath and dared not make any noise to disturb him.

At the same time, the other hand gathered spiritual power, and green vines suddenly emerged from the ground and shot straight into the sky to block in front of him.

"Before they react, let's run." Mu Qingzhou quickly put away his flute and turned around.

"Ohhhhh."

Running again?

A group of people ran away quickly.

This turned from a one-sided race among the Taiyi Sect disciples into a joint escape.

Everyone ran while dodging the silk threads that suddenly appeared on the road, and after a long while they finally stopped to catch their breath.

"What is that?" Someone looked at what he held in his hand curiously.

Mu Qingzhou twirled the flute in his hand with his fingertips and said lightly: "My life-long spiritual weapon."

I didn't expect to use it during the escape with the Taiyi Sect disciples.

The fastest few inner sect boys finally relaxed, and when they looked up, they saw that the team was full of familiar faces.

"Hi~"

……