Throw yourself into a trap!

There was an imperceptible chill in Yun Qitian's eyes.

These hypocritical old men, while keeping Xuanji under house arrest, also want to use his chief disciple to set up a formation.

It's really ridiculous, what they want to take advantage of is the Demon Lord Qitian who is standing opposite them!

Yun Qitian had long ignored the duplicitous elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, but he also thought that the Spirit Sword Sect was the sect that had cultivated him for a period of time, and it was not in his heart to destroy it to the point where no scraps of armor were left.

Thoughts.

But in the past few days after leaving seclusion, he has discovered more and more the ambition and hypocrisy of the elders. If the Spirit Sword Sect is handed over to them, sooner or later it will fall apart. Even if he does not die in the hands of the demons, he will be killed by other people.

The sect digested it.

However, if the Spirit Sword Sect is handed over to Xuanji's hands, there may still be a glimmer of hope. However, Xuanji has no other focus on anything but cultivation and enlightenment. He has never clearly stated that he will accept the position of the leader of the Spirit Sword Sect.

, making Yun Qitian hate that iron cannot become steel!

In this case, there is no need to keep the Spirit Sword Sect!

Yun Qitian pretended to be the chief disciple Xie Tian. He obediently agreed to what Elder Yu said, and planned to cooperate with the demon cultivators inside and outside during the formation, and fight to defeat the Spirit Sword Sect in one fell swoop.

"good!"

Elder Yu nodded solemnly, then glanced at the other three elders and began to arrange the formation.

"Wan-sword-formation-method!"

The disciples present also followed the steps of each elder and stood where they should be, shouting the name of the formation.

Yun Qitian and the other four elders also stood at the designated positions in the center of the formation, forming a five-pointed star arrangement.

The formation was successfully deployed, and thousands of sharp blades spurted out from the formation, attacking the demon cultivator who broke through the barrier.

Yun Qitian exuded the aura unique to the demon clan in the array.

Soon, the demon cultivators followed this aura and captured the figure of their own demon lord at the corner of the pentagram.

Lord Demon Lord has plans!

After communicating with Yun Qitian using their eyes, they learned where the weakest point of the formation was, and they gathered together to attack that point.

The inside and outside cooperated, and the demon cultivators outside tried their best to attack. Yun Qitian in the array was also not idle. Taking advantage of the carelessness of the four old men, he knocked down many Spirit Sword Sect disciples in the array.

Those disciples who were lying in the array for no apparent reason had no time to check who was attacking, and they passed out.

Soon, the disciples in the formation will be unable to hold on any longer. There used to be a steady stream of disciples coming up to fill their positions, but now there are not many left because of the strong attack of the demon cultivators.

"Elders, we can't hold on any longer!"

The disciples near the center of the array were wailing. If this continues, they will undoubtedly be annihilated!

Several elders also realized that something was wrong, but this Ten Thousand Sword Formation was already the last trump card of their Spirit Sword Sect. If even this failed, their Spirit Sword Mountain might really become a piece of territory within the River of Forgetfulness.

Yes!

However, with the influx of noise, several elders and Yun Qitian also felt that the power within the formation suddenly strengthened, and in an instant, they were able to resist the fierce attacks of those demon cultivators.

Looking at the new person joining the array, Yun Qitian's eyes froze. He was a member of the Yin tribe.

It seems that Zheng Chenhe came to help.

"Elders, senior brother, I'm late!"

Zheng Chenhe had been concentrating on accounting at the foot of the mountain in the past few days, and did not notice the strange changes on the mountain. Later, he only learned the news from his fellow disciples who came down the mountain to look for him.

Afterwards, he led his hermit monks to arrive quickly, and only then could he resist the attack of the demonic monks at this critical moment.

Yun Qitian looked at Zheng Chenhe in surprise. It seemed that he had underestimated this third junior brother!

Most of the monks of the Yin clan are magic cultivators, which just makes up for the shortcomings of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, which is composed entirely of sword cultivators - it focuses on attack and neglects defense.

However, the addition of these magic cultivators can just go to the front of the formation and provide a layer of magic shield for the sword cultivators behind to resist the attacks of the demon cultivators and at the same time consume the demon cultivators' physical energy to a greater extent.

No, if this continues, the situation will be reversed soon.

Yun Qitian immediately sent a signal to the demon cultivators, ordering them to withdraw quickly.

These demon cultivators didn't know what changes had taken place in the formation. They only knew that the Spirit Sword Sect was about to be captured, but why did the Lord Demon Lord let him retreat now? Didn't he just let the duck he got fly away?

However, they only dared to wonder in their hearts, but they did not dare to disobey Yun Qitian's order. The moment they received the order, they retreated outside the barrier one after another and returned to Wangchuan.

In the end, with the help of the Yin tribe, the Spirit Sword Sect was not able to be annihilated.

The wind and the remaining clouds rolled around, and a bleak wind drifted over Lingyun Peak, where corpses were strewn across the fields.

Among them were not only the corpses of Spirit Sword Sect disciples, but also the remains of many demon cultivators.

"puff--"

A piece of bright red blood spurted out from Elder Yu's mouth and spilled onto the ground.

The Ten Thousand Sword Formation was extremely draining of internal energy. Not only Elder Yu, but also the other three elders except Yun Qitian who did not contribute much, also suffered varying degrees of internal injuries.

"Chenhe... Young Master, thank you for your help this time."

Elder Zhiqing originally wanted to speak to Zheng Chenhe as a sect elder, but then he thought about it and immediately changed the subject and called him "Young Master of the Yin Clan" instead to express his gratitude.

"Elder Zhiqing doesn't have to be like this."

Zheng Chenhe, who was dressed in the attire of the Hidden Clan, had not had time to change into the cloud-patterned brocade robe exclusive to the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect. He held Zhiqing's bow with one hand and said:

"On Lingjian Mountain, I am just a disciple of the Lingjian Sect, not the young master of the Hidden Clan!"

This sentence convinced everyone present.

"Now the demonic cultivators have been repelled, but these destroyed barriers still need to be repaired."

Zheng Chenhe turned around, glanced at the hole in the barrier above his head, and felt quite emotional.

"This cannot be delayed!"

Xuancheng talked while covering his chest.

Apparently, he also suffered internal injuries.

"But the elders are all injured to prevent the demon cultivator from coming back again. You are indispensable in the sect, so the elders should go back to cultivate quickly. Just leave this place to me and senior brother!"

As he spoke, Zheng Chenhe moved his gaze to Yun Qitian.

He could see that the eldest brother was not hurt at all.

Even the four experienced elders inevitably suffered internal damage, but Xie Tian was just a young man who had just entered the stage of transcending tribulation, so how could he remain unscathed?

However, Zheng Chenhe did not have any doubts about this matter.
Chapter completed!