After Elder Zhong Yi received the jade slip from Gu Xia, his expression inevitably hesitated for a moment.

"Xiao Xia."

He couldn't help but say, "The elder doesn't mean to disbelieve you, but you have to know that once the formation is activated, the demons outside will definitely not miss the opportunity to break in."

While speaking, he did not forget to protect the younger disciples behind him, his face looking somewhat solemn.

During the time when Gu Xia and Li Tingyun were away, more and more demons gathered outside, and they were moving closer to Taiyi Sect.

Many clear-headed monks came to help one after another, but the gap compared to the densely packed demons was obvious.

Fortunately, the protective formation for the sect was indeed powerful, and the elders of Taiyi Sect who were still in the sect were able to find order and stability from the initial chaos.

Little by little, he brought the surviving disciples closer.

Although the disciples who were gathered together showed panic on their faces, they also knew that they could not cause trouble for the elders at this time, so they shrank back obediently.

Those strange silk threads that were originally baring their fangs and claws could not find a target for a while.

Elder Zhong Yi stared at them closely, and if they tried to get close, he would draw his sword without hesitation to cut off their small movements to capture these disciples.

These silk threads are constantly lingering around, but are always extremely difficult to obtain.

In this situation, they inevitably become anxious and manic.

But perhaps because they had absorbed enough blood before, after a period of stalemate, Elder Zhong Yi keenly noticed the unusual chaos among them.

The silk threads kept twisting and winding, intertwining like spirit snakes. The bright blood color suddenly faded and was replaced by a thick, indissoluble black.

The mixture of black and red looks even weirder.

Some disciples were frightened by this scene and couldn't help screaming, but this small action seemed to alarm the thing, which directly pierced through the shoulder of an elder and directly entangled him and the young disciple behind him.

The scene was in chaos for a moment, and all of it reached the ears of Gu Xia and the others. She said calmly, "Don't worry, Elder. Of course I know this."

"Just send someone to open the formation. It won't take too long. The demons outside will come to intercept us."

Her tone was very firm.

This method was certainly risky, but at this time, Elder Zhong Yi chose to trust Gu Xia. He gritted his teeth, protected the disciples who were in chaos, and ordered in a deep voice, "Do as she says."

These strange silk threads seemed to have undergone some kind of change. Elder Zhong Yi just wanted to cut off the silk threads that had turned completely black, but was surprised to find that the other party seemed to have learned his lesson.

After the successful attack, they quickly retreated. The elder and his disciples were caught in the encirclement by various silk threads and became motionless in an instant.

Elder Zhong Yi tensed slightly, but he soon discovered that the two men were still breathing, and they looked like they were in a coma.

What is this operation?

He flew into the encirclement suspiciously, trying to bring both of them back.

Then, the moment I got closer, I met two pairs of eyes that suddenly opened.

There seemed to be a mass of thick ink in the bottom of his eyes that could not be dissolved, and the whites of his eyes were almost invisible.

Elder Zhong Yi was immediately alarmed.

The sword cultivator was extremely sensitive to murderous intent. He felt that every nerve in his brain was madly shouting the word "danger".

"Zheng——"

*

The clear sound of swords suddenly rang out, and at the same time, the terrifying spiritual pressure of the Void Refinement Stage enveloped the entire area.

The breathing of everyone present stagnated slightly, and most of the disciples could not bear it and their knees suddenly went weak, and they fell to their knees on the ground with a thud.

"..."

The other elders were able to remain calm, but when they saw this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched violently.

I'm sorry, although everyone is miserable now, this scene which looks like a collective worship is really a bit funny.

Those who don’t know would think that Elder Zhong Yi is about to dominate the world and ascend the throne.

Their morals and sense of humor are fighting.

The pressure was released unintentionally by Elder Zhong Yi, but it only lasted for a moment and was quickly retracted into his body.

Just when he felt the murderous intent, a long sword with a cold flash came down towards his waist, trying to cut him in half.

Due to the close distance, it was too late to dodge. At the critical moment, Elder Zhong Yi's pressure suddenly dissipated. The elder who suddenly attacked on the opposite side was also a sword cultivator. It was also a collision between swords, and he was obviously no match for Elder Zhong Yi.

If it weren't for the suppression of his realm, he would probably have suffered a loss this time.

However, the next second, a broken blade stabbed into his chest from behind like a ghost.

"puff--"

Elder Zhong Yi was caught off guard and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The one who attacked him from behind was none other than the young disciple. After seeing who it was, he quickly retracted the sword that was about to fall.

Then he knocked the other person unconscious temporarily with a palm.

"Elder!"

A group of disciples who had just stood up felt their legs go weak when they saw this scene, and they almost fell back to their knees.

Holy crap, crap.

Nothing can happen to him. In this situation, Elder Zhong Yi is the sky for all of them.

Elder Zhong Yi covered his chest with his hands to block the oncoming attack, his face changing slightly.

Careless.

You were so busy guarding against him that you forgot to guard against you, right?

After all, who could have thought that a young disciple in the foundation-building stage would suddenly stab his own elder.

"Don't even come here."

He spoke in a cold voice and signaled the other peak masters and elders to stop the disciples, his eyes looking straight across.

The leader of Danfeng held the disciple who was about to rush forward with one hand and frowned, "What's going on?"

Elder Zhong Yi retreated back, leaving the fainted disciple to the care of others, and said, "Be careful, if he wakes up, knock him out like I did just now."

In fact, the best way would be to tie the person up, but this is obviously not appropriate at such a dangerous moment, so we can only ask others to pay more attention.

Only then did he have time to answer the question raised by the leader of Danfeng Peak.

"It's not clear exactly, but it looks like it's under control at the moment."

As Elder Zhong Yi spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his wound and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The disciples behind him were so frightened that they started screaming.

"Elder, what's wrong with you?"

"Wuwuwu, elder, please don't die. How can we live without you?"

“Elder…”

“……”Thank you so much for caring about me.

Elder Zhong Yi was so overwhelmed by their noises. What was originally fine now became troublesome. He felt as if there were hundreds of ducks quarreling in his ears.

"Don't cry." He said unhappily, "I'm still alive. I'm not dead yet."

With the way they were crying, he would have almost been sent away by them even if he hadn't died.

"Hiccup...oh."

The head of Danfeng sighed, "This mentality is really not good."

Elder Zhong Yi took the hemostatic pill handed to him by the other party, bit it and crushed it. Spiritual energy poured into the wound and it began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken blade did not pierce the heart, so it was not a big deal for Elder Zhong Yi with his level of cultivation.

Hearing this, he suddenly remembered something and sneered, "Of course, after all, those guys with such bad attitudes are not here now."

Danfeng Peak Master: "..."

This is indeed a true statement.

"I don't have many pills left." The healing pills refined by other disciples of Danfeng with lower cultivation levels were not as effective, and they had long been consumed in the previous chaos.

Now even the Danfeng Peak Master only has a small portion of the elixir left.

He looked increasingly worried.

I don’t know what’s going on with this damn thing now.

……

Just as everyone saw, the surrounding silk threads suddenly became excited, and the color of the ends had completely changed from blood red to dark black.

Under the sect that was shrouded in dark clouds, compared to the blood-colored threads that were strangely colored and exuded an ominous aura before, the ones that had turned black were even more like ghosts and were hard to guard against.

One after another, disciples cried for help in panic, trying desperately to avoid the dense silk threads above their heads. This time, even the elders became much more cautious when they tried to cut them.

"Be careful."

Elder Zhong Yi's face was as gloomy as water. "People controlled by this ghost thing will attack others regardless of friend or foe. Try to knock out the controlled disciples first."

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

What a good calculation.

Ordinary disciples are fine, as their cultivation is not very high and therefore the threat they pose is not that great. However, if a peak master or elder were to be controlled, it would be much more difficult.

If he really accidentally killed these disciples who had little ability to resist while being controlled, how would he face himself and the sect even if he regained consciousness later?

The elders were undoubtedly willing to risk their lives to protect the disciples behind them. These were all the young people whom they had carefully taught in the past.

If this situation really happens, no one will be able to accept it.

Perhaps because they gradually gathered all the disciples together for protection, those silk threads were no longer satisfied with the current stalemate.

Simply manipulate some people to clear the obstacles for it.

Several peak masters looked at the lifeless eyes of the sword cultivator elder whose mind was controlled, as well as the sharp sword in his hand, with ugly expressions and clenched their teeth, "This is too much."

They actually used such a vicious method to make them kill each other, forcing the elders to slaughter these young disciples of their own sect with their own hands.

Who on earth took so much pains to set up this situation?

Elder Zhong Yi had recently asked the elders in the sect who were familiar with formations to prepare to temporarily dismantle the formation. Although he was not sure what Gu Xia's plan was, he was his own disciple.

He still chose to believe her.

*

the other side.

Mu Qingzhou and several spirits, along with the Taiyi Sect disciples behind them, followed the guidance of the surrounding vines to look for other people. Halfway through, they also keenly discovered the sudden strange changes in the silk threads above.

"Those things...seemed to have suddenly turned black."

A young disciple noticed this and subconsciously reminded others.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with surprise and doubt.

They were a little luckier, as they and the elves had been looking for hidden paths to hide along the way. There were not so many silk threads near the paths, so they were able to get here smoothly.

However, it was not until this moment that they were shocked to find that the number of silk threads suddenly increased inexplicably, and even the color had changed.

It was no longer the original shocking blood color, but instead turned into a dark color that was so thick that it seemed impossible to dissolve.

An ominous atmosphere permeated the air.

Until the silence was suddenly broken by a terrified scream.

"Are you crazy?"

A female disciple covered the wound on her shoulder and looked at her companion who was walking towards her with a sword in disbelief.

There was no ripple on the other person's face. He stared at her with a pair of eyes and slowly uttered a word, "Die."

The other people in the protection circle were also shocked by this sudden change. Fortunately, several inner gatekeepers reacted quickly and rushed forward to pin him to the ground.

"What? What's going on?"

The injured female disciple was protected in the middle. She shook her head, her voice still mixed with a bit of shock, "I don't know either, but just now when I turned around, I saw him suddenly draw his sword and stab at me."

If she had not sensed the danger and dodged in time, the sword would not only have cut her shoulder, but would have pierced her heart on the spot.

Blood was still gushing out of the wound and seeping through her clothes. The young man who had been pinned to the ground by two people was still struggling, and his sword fell to the side.

But he seemed to be deaf to the noise and just raised his head to stare at his fellow disciple who was stabbed by him.

There has never been a case of anyone in Taiyi Sect drawing their sword against a fellow disciple.

Several inner disciples were obviously confused and didn't know how to deal with this situation.

As a result, he was almost thrown away by the opponent and broke free the next second.

"???"

If you're not my brother, why are you so arrogant?

"Hold him down."

The moment the other party struggled to break free, Mu Qingzhou's figure flashed by and kicked the sword that he was trying to grasp far away. Then several strong vines snaked up and tied him up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone asked the question that everyone was thinking, "What happened to him? He was fine just now?"

Nan Shuang squatted down. She seemed to have seen something in a flash just now. In order to confirm her guess, she carefully went behind the other person and found an unusually thin black silk thread.

I don't know when, without anyone noticing, it had pierced the disciple's body by taking advantage of its tiny size.

But the strange thing is, if this is the case, this silk thread can clearly kill the opponent directly like before, but now it seems that the wound is not fatal.

Nan Shuang was just about to try to get this thing out, but unexpectedly she was almost caught in the face. The silk thread, which was originally so thin that it was barely noticeable, suddenly wrapped around her.

Her body suddenly leaned back, and several vines stretched out and blocked her way.

"Is everything okay?"

Mu Qingzhou supported her from behind.

Nan Shuang shook her head. "There's something wrong with these black threads."

"The person is still alive, but seems to be controlled."

"I see it."

The young man knocked the other person unconscious with a slap and raised his eyes calmly.

"We seem to be surrounded."

……