Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 515 Human Heart

Xuanling Sect, the once beautiful and graceful peaks, has now been ravaged beyond recognition by war and demonic energy.

The golden light shield of the mountain protection formation flickered stubbornly in the polluted air like a rag torn by giant claws.

Every violent flicker of light was accompanied by a deafening roar and the earth trembled violently.

Outside the light shield is a real scene of hell.

On the eastern front, the demon army led by the Lord of Sixiang City and Lingru was like a boiling sea of ​​blood.

Countless blood demons wearing dark red heavy armor and holding giant lava axes, frantically attacked the "Qinglong Cliff" defense line personally commanded by the master of Qingfeng Peak amid the low sound of war drums.

The giant stone demon soldiers threw huge stones burning with filthy demonic fire, which slammed into the light shield, creating large ripples and cracks.

In the air, the bone-eating crows that covered the sky and the sun made shrill cries and kept diving and spewing corrosive acid.

On the southern slope, a filthy river of blood gushed out from a huge space crack, melting rocks and withering vegetation wherever it passed.

In the blood river, countless twisted monsters composed of skeletons and resentful souls kept crawling up the shore. Under the command of the Lord of Shuangling City and Ji Huan's elite troops, they rushed towards the Vermillion Bird Terrace, the weakest part of the formation, like a tide.

Cheng Yan and Elder Yu from the Law Enforcement Hall led their disciples to rely on the Lin Sect's formation to hold on. The spiritual power and demonic energy collided violently, making a sizzling sound of corrosion.

On Lingxiao Peak, the largest jade square was covered with charred pits and coagulated bloodstains.

Several important palace complexes, such as the Wenxin Hall and the Chuan Gong Pavilion, which were severely damaged by the Mengze rebels, are still emitting black smoke, and the broken walls and ruins tell of the bloody civil strife not long ago.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder, blood, and demonic energy, occasionally accompanied by the suppressed groans of pain from injured disciples and the shouts of distant battles.

This is the Xuanling Sect today!

The rebellion caused by the collusion between Immortal Master Mengze and the demon clan has not yet healed, and four city lords are leading the main army to continue the fierce attack from outside.

The sect is like a lone boat in the raging sea, and it may capsize at any time under the violent attack of the Demon Realm.

At the highest point of Lingxiao Peak, the wind was fierce and fierce, mixed with smoke and blood.

The Qinglian Immortal Venerable's green robes fluttered in the wind, and his figure appeared lonely and quiet under the gray sky, but he was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, supporting this crumbling world.

His deep eyes swept calmly across the burning battlefield below, taking in the crisis of every line of defense and the wailing of every formation.

He had just used his supreme sword power to slay an elite squad of bone-eating demons that were trying to break through the cracks in the forbidden area at the back mountain. The aftermath of the sword energy still left a faint blue mark in the air.

However, there was a lingering solemnity between the brows of this world's number one swordsman.

He could kill the demon in front of him, but he could not cut off the rifts within the sect, and it was even more difficult to instantly mend the severely damaged foundation of the mountain protection formation.

Human power is limited, especially at this time when we are facing internal and external difficulties and are in great trouble.

In the relatively safe meeting room of the main hall, the atmosphere was even more oppressive and tense than on the battlefield outside.

Immortal Master Jiyun’s face was as pale as paper, and he forced himself to sit in the main seat. Every breath he took stirred up the unhealed cracks deep in his foundation, bringing him excruciating pain.

In the lower right sat the leader of Qingfeng Peak, who had just been rotated out from the eastern front, his armor stained with blood.

Opposite him was the master of Feiyun Peak, who looked tired and had traces of demonic corrosion on the corners of his clothes.

The elders and deacons of the Five Peaks who were not on the battlefield at the moment were standing on both sides, each with a look of fatigue and deep worry after the battle.

At this moment, the focus in the hall was not on how to repel the enemy, but on a jade slip just presented by the External Relations Elder - a joint manifesto from the Bishui Sect of Dongzhou and the Hehuan Palace of Xizhou.

It was this joint manifesto that, like a spark thrown into boiling oil, completely ignited the already suppressed powder keg.

“Ridiculous! Shameless!!”

Ling Xuzi, the elder of Zhaixing Pavilion, had his hair and beard standing on end like an angry lion. He slammed the jade slip hard on the table, making a loud bang.

The jade slip flickered, projecting the contents of the manifesto: Hehuan Palace and Bishui Sect announced the establishment of a comprehensive strategic alliance with Youzhou and the East China Sea demon tribe to jointly resist the demonic disaster and share what they have.

"Bishui Sect! Hehuan Palace! They are unworthy of being the leaders of the human race's immortal palaces! They actually bow down to the demon race and beg for mercy! Do they still have the righteousness of the human race in their eyes?! Do they still remember that the demon race is their mortal enemy?!"

"Forming an alliance with the demon clan is like drinking poison to quench thirst and digging one's own grave!" Ling Xuzi's voice was hoarse with anger and echoed in the closed hall.

"Elder Lingxu, please be careful with your words."

True Lord Zishuang, who was temporarily handling the sect's affairs, frowned. He was in charge of resource allocation and knew better than anyone that the sect was nearing its end. "Under the demonic calamity, survival is the top priority. While the actions of the Bishui Sect and Hehuan Palace are controversial, they will allow them to quickly obtain the deep-sea treasures and demon-controlling treasures provided by the demon race, thus making up for their own shortcomings."

"Furthermore, the manifesto clearly states that it's about mutually beneficial cooperation and joint resistance against demons, not submission. Our sect is now trapped in an isolated city, without any strong external support, facing internal and external troubles. Shouldn't we also consider..."

"What are you considering?! Are you considering going to the Demon King and begging for mercy?!"

Ling Xuzi rudely interrupted True Lord Zishuang and pointed with a trembling finger outside the hall - there was a loud roar of a violent explosion and the sound of a building collapsing.

"Look! Look at what's happened outside! Our disciples are bleeding and sacrificing themselves! And that Ning Jiasheng, the Demon King you said could bring powerful reinforcements, has she ever sent a single soldier?! Has she ever considered the kindness that the Xuanling Sect showed her in raising and teaching her?!"

"She's only focused on bribing the Bishui Sect and Hehuan Palace to expand her demon clan's power. Doesn't this explain the problem?!"

"That's enough! Ahem... ahem..."

Immortal Master Jiyun slammed the armrest suddenly, causing his injuries to worsen. His body shook and his face turned pale in an instant.

The elder of Shen Yao Peak at the side hurried forward and injected a stream of pure spiritual power, barely able to stabilize him.

The hall instantly fell silent, with only the heavy breathing of Immortal Master Jiyun and the faint sounds of fighting outside the hall.

Immortal Master Jiyun took a breath, his voice weak but clear, "With the demonic calamity imminent, there's no point in arguing. How Bishui and Hehuan proceed... is their choice."

"My Xuanling Sect has no choice but to save itself right now. Repairing the formation and protecting our foundation are our fundamental priorities..."

He cast his gaze with difficulty towards the Immortal Azure Lotus, who had arrived at some point in time, with a questioning look in his eyes, "Uncle Master, do you think our sect should also..."

Immortal Master Jiyun had not finished speaking, but everyone in the hall understood what he meant.

All kinds of gazes, filled with suspicion, scrutiny, and even a hint of subtle offense, were focused on the Immortal Master Qinglian.

Who could have known that one day, the disciples of Xuanling Sect would actually turn their gaze towards the Immortal Master Qinglian like this?

Even though he had just suppressed the rebellion within the sect and rescued Sect Master Jiyun not long ago.

However, this only temporarily curbed the momentum of collapse.

The Xuanling Sect was severely damaged. Although the traitor was defeated, the "alien theory" and "theory of tarnishing the orthodoxy" instigated by the Mengze lineage had left a deep legacy, and undercurrents were surging within the sect.

Some elders and disciples, grateful to the Immortal Qinglian for turning the tide and protecting the sect, still respect him highly and worship him like a god.

But the other part, especially those who were originally close to the Mengze faction or had extremely conservative ideas, had deep resentment in their hearts.

They could not forget that it was this number one swordsman in the world who had gone against all odds and accepted Ning Jiasheng, a half-demon, as his last disciple.

In their view, this is the root of all troubles!

If the Immortal Qinglian had not accepted the "alien", Uncle Master Mengze might not have reached that point, and the demons might not have had the opportunity to take advantage of it.

Although the Immortal Qinglian is powerful, he is also a destroyer of the concept that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

Now, his disciple Ning Jiasheng has even ascended to the throne of the Demon King and commands all demons.

"Great Elder,"

Before the Immortal Venerable Qinglian could speak, an elder with white hair and beard and a great deal of experience took the lead in raising a sharp question, his tone full of resentment and distrust.

"What about Ning Jiasheng... no, the Demon Queen Ning Jiasheng? She now commands the demon race, commanding immense power, yet she sits idly by while our sect is besieged by the demons. Has she ever considered our friendship? Has she ever considered offering a helping hand?"

"Yes, the demon race has always been ambitious and ruthless since ancient times."

Another elder immediately echoed, his eyes blazing. "She's now the Demon King, and we humans are irreconcilable. Great Elder, when you accepted her as your disciple, you were... you were inviting a wolf into your home. Do you still want my Xuanling Sect to side with the demon race?"

Immortal Master Jiyun’s face turned pale. He wanted to refute but was powerless.

Several leaders frowned. They were as close to Wen Xingzhou as family and supported Immortal Master Qinglian, but they were also well aware of the deep rifts within the sect.