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The unfinished words and clear hints maliciously led everyone present to think about the darkest side.

People's hearts are complex and sinister, and the Demon Lord's words were enough to stir up the imagination of the monks present. The initial look of belief, curiosity, and suspicion turned into malicious speculation and evaluation.

I want to see the proud man of heaven fall from his high position, betray the sect and lose all his cultivation. People always have such evil nature. In the past, when you were high up, he would greet you respectfully and do everything possible to please you. When you fell from the high place, he would want to step on you, and then laugh out loud, saying that this was nothing more than what you thought of him.

Qi An wanted to step forward, but was held down by Song Ci'an, "Master..." Qi An's eyes were filled with gratitude and something firmer, "I can't stand behind you forever."

Song Ci'an understood his persistence, let go and gave in, "Okay."

Qi An stood firmly, the gossips in his ears, the malicious looks around him... everything seemed to be weighing down the thin young man unable to straighten up.

"I, Qi An, am pure and clean, and I am honest in everything I do. I am worthy of heaven and earth, my sect, and my master." Qi An's cold voice had a hint of firmness. After speaking, he turned to face the Demon Lord. Looking at him, "I wonder what the Demon Lord means by these words?" He was born with pride and would rather break than bend.

The sky and the earth were black, and a young man in white stood among them, his clothes rustling in the wind.

The cold and firm young man's voice reached the crowd, and the originally agitated crowd became quiet.

The Demon Lord's originally playful smile stopped, and he looked surprised at the young man in front of him who dared to confront him, as if he did not expect that the young man in front of him would have the courage to resist.

With a bang, a small volcano in the distance erupted. Red magma spurted out. Along with billowing black smoke, the red magma spurted out like countless tiny star particles. The magma fell from the air and slid down the mountain. , like a string of red pearls streaking through the darkness with dazzling light. In an instant, the originally dim black mountain was covered with red magma, as if surrounded by countless fireflies, beautiful and mysterious.

Everyone's minds were attracted by the erupting volcano in the distance, and they no longer had time to care about the situation at the moment.

"This is it! This is it! The elixir is about to be released!"

The elixirs, wind spirit flowers, and countless treasures of heaven and earth that everyone is waiting for and snatching will only come out when the volcano erupts. "Everyone, get ready." The Right Protector shouted loudly and took out his long whip as a combat uniform. The Left Protector next to him also took out a big sword from his Najie and was always ready.

The gathered monks and casual cultivators also turned their heads and stared closely at the erupting volcano, and also entered a fighting state.

Magma with a temperature of hundreds or even thousands of degrees Celsius erupts, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rises. The thick smoke also irritates the nasal cavity. It is not difficult to believe what all volcanic eruptions will be like.

Looking at the situation around them, most people are aiming for the elixir that is about to be released, but there are still many people who know that they cannot win the elixir with their own strength, so they just transfer their goals to other heavens that will come out with the elixir. Treasures of materials and land.

Song Ci'an knew that he was the biggest obstacle to the demon clan's fight for the elixir, so they would definitely target him. Song Cian turned his head. The Demon Lord had no expression on his face, but the right protector smiled strangely at him.

Song Cian turned around and frowned, "Master, what's wrong?" Qi An asked with concern when he saw his master frowning.

"It's okay, you have to be careful later, the demons will probably come towards us." Thinking of Protector Right's weird smile just now, Song Ci'an felt vaguely uneasy.

The higher the cultivation level, the higher the monks can have a vague premonition of what is about to happen. Song Cian took out a sword from the Najie, which was covered with frost. It made people feel unusually cool in this scorching temperature, "Take it." .”

"Master... this is..." This sword is called the Frost Sword. It is completely snow-white with light blue light shining around it. This is the natal spiritual sword of Lord Jinxiao.

"I can't have it, Master. The situation is so dangerous now. You need the Spirit Sword more than I do." Qi An understood the Master's intention. If there was a fight later, the Master might not be able to protect his own safety at all times, so he gave the Spirit Sword to him. He could protect himself to the greatest extent, but... Qi An's eyes flashed.

Song Cian did not speak, but stared at Qi An until Qi An's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he stared at her, "I have another spiritual sword, you don't have to worry about me."

Of course Qi An knew that the master also had a spiritual sword. The master's natal spiritual swords were twin swords. One was called Hanyue Sword, which was the natal spiritual sword contracted with the master, and the other was the frost sword. These two swords are twin swords. Only when the Taoist couple contract together can they maximize the sword energy and show the greatest strength of the two swords. The young Master accidentally got these two swords when he was traveling and contracted one of them.

This is... the first time in so many years that Master has taken out this frost sword, and it was for himself.

Not only Qi An was shocked, Venerable Jinxiao's natal spiritual sword was a twin sword. One was contracted by himself, and the other was left to his future Taoist companion, although Venerable Jinxiao had never seen a Taoist companion in the past hundred years. Now he gave this sword to his apprentice Qi An. Although he didn't know whether it was a short-term use or a permanent gift, it was enough to shock everyone.

"Yes." Qi An lowered his eyes and took the Frost Sword with both hands. The frost sword is cold all over the body, and the whole body is filled with cold air. When you hold it, the coldness invades your bones and flesh, and there is no trace of coolness.

They are obviously different people, but they give Song Ci a sense of familiarity, they are so similar. He pursed his lips and took back his hand.

Under the current circumstances, it was the best way for Qi An to protect himself with the Frost Sword. Song Cian was a little puzzled by the shock of Qi An and others.

Obtaining the elixir in the original world line is the key for the Demon Lord to break through and enter the Mahayana stage. Thinking of the tragic situation of the Yunxiao Sect when the Demon Lord broke through to the Mahayana stage, the sect leader and the elders died fighting hard, and the disciples of the sect were slaughtered.

Song Cian knew that not all demon cultivators were bad people, but he did not intend to let go of those who massacred the Yunxiao Sect, so he had to try his best to prevent the demon from getting the elixir. Song Cian retracted his thoughts.

Loud bangs rang out one after another, and the fire all over the sky came into everyone's eyes. There were splashes of magma everywhere, the sky was filled with red light, and there was a black mushroom cloud above the head. The elixir surrounded by golden light was slowly rising on the top of the volcano. As it rose, there were other heavenly materials and earthly treasures wrapped in golden light all around, all of which erupted with the crimson magma and scattered in the red light of the sky.

There are no friends in front of interests, everyone is an opponent, everyone casts spells and runs towards the most dazzling golden light in the fire.

Lava fell all over the sky, and those who couldn't avoid it let out ear-piercing screams. The magma in the endless wilderness has a corrosive effect, and the burned wounds spread at an extremely fast speed, and living people were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye. No one was deterred by the horror before them.