Each disciple is not simple

"Ancestor... Ancestor is not here." The head of the Xiao family could not withstand the pressure and finally responded.

Others were puzzled, "If he's not here, send a message! With the speed of the ancestor, he will be here in a moment!"

Patriarch Xiao gritted his teeth and confessed, "My ancestor is in seclusion!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who heard them instantly turned pale!

The dead end, which means that you either break through or die.

A cultivator who has reached the end of his lifespan closes his five senses, gambling on a slight chance of peeking into the secrets of heaven. If he can break through, he can save his life.

However, those who can successfully break through the closed-door retreat are extremely rare in the world of cultivation.

Even the powerful ones who were in seclusion in death retreat tacitly acknowledged his demise.

The only thing more terrible than despair is the loss of all hope.

If the group of people just held on in order to wait for the Xiao family's ancestor to take action, many people instantly lost their fighting spirit after hearing the news.

Some people still didn't believe it, "You are lying! The ancestor just gave me pressure!"

Yes! How to explain the pressure?

Everyone became excited again.

"That...those are some talismans with his aura that the ancestor left behind before he went into seclusion."

The head of the Xiao family did not want to confess that the reason why the Xiao family could become one of the great families was because of the ancestor. She gritted her teeth and took out the few talismans left by the ancestor to give face to the auction house, just because she was afraid that others would know about the ancestor's seclusion.

There are also open and covert struggles among the noble families, and she doesn't want the Xiao family to be targeted by these jackals and tigers.

At the moment when morale was low, the Mirage Demon General released his demonic energy and killed several cultivators. He also blatantly took out a cultivator's golden elixir and threw it into his mouth, chewing it like candy beans!

In an instant, the entire auction house became like hell on earth. The monks fled in panic, like headless flies, trying to escape from here.

The combat power of the demon general level is very impressive. When Shen learned that the ancestor of the Xiao family that he was afraid of was actually just a talisman, he laughed wildly.

I thought I had to be careful when getting the Seven-Star Ganoderma, but who knew that my biggest enemy turned out to be a paper tiger!

Well, don't blame him for starting to enjoy his feast!

He no longer held back and was on guard, destroying everything he saw. He would grab a monk and eat his flesh alive!

So horrible! So cruel!

The brave monks were even more determined to die, attacking like moths to a flame.

This is no longer just a simple battle, but a defense of life!

The auction house collapsed with a loud bang! Countless low-level monks were buried!

Fighting almost with their lives, the monks only managed to capture the servant demon.

But the biggest enemy is still the Mirage Demon General who eats heartily!

The demonic energy in the auction house alarmed the elders who stayed behind from various noble families, and they all came to join the battle.

At this moment, the differences among the monks became apparent.

Some fled desperately with the howling of ghosts, some swam upstream without fear of death, and some even pulled other monks to serve as shields.

Qu Hongxiao and Mingjia were knocked out again and fell heavily into the ruins of the auction house.

The two men stood up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corners of their lips. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw the heads of the Jun and Xiao families fleeing with Jun Mingzhu and Xiao Jian.

However, they have no right to say anything. After all, it is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm.

"Are you okay?" Qu Hongxiao was gasping for breath, her face and body were covered with dust and blood. At this moment, the most charming leader of the Hehuan Sect didn't care about any impact.

Mingjia always looks calm and relaxed, and no one can tell what the real situation is.

"Can't die."

Fighting against opponents of higher levels is indeed very difficult, not to mention that demons are naturally strong.

But if you look closely at their legs, you can see that they are trembling slightly, which is the consequence of an intense battle.

"excuse me."

Suddenly, two warm hands were placed on the backs of the two women, and spiritual energy with healing effects was continuously injected into their bodies.

It was the head of the Tan family who took action.

At this time, he had no idea how many people he had healed. He looked a little tired, and his spiritual power was a little lacking.

On the battlefield, thanks to the intervention of several powerful people from aristocratic families, the situation was turned around a lot, and it also gave many cultivators a chance to catch their breath.

Jun Moyao and the other two walked over with difficulty. After taking a breath, they participated in the operation to kill the servant demon. Now that the demon was dead, they came to support.

After hurriedly saying hello to his son, the head of the Tan family left to heal the next monk.

The younger generation had not experienced the Hundred Years of Disaster, and sometimes they did not understand the lingering fears of the older monks when they talked about it. Now, they were helpless against just a demon general, and they could not imagine how terrible it was back then.

"A strong attack will definitely not work now."

During the hundred years, the monks rested and recuperated, and the overall cultivation level of the powerful people was much worse than a hundred years ago. Looking around, they were generally in the fusion stage, and the demon generals were above them in realm.

"How are you going to take it?" Qu Hongxiao looked at Mingjia, having a bad feeling in her heart.

Mingjia looked at his two disciples and Tan Sheng, and finally his eyes fell on Qu Hongxiao, "Five Swords Fatal Formation."

"No! This is simply courting death!" Qu Hongxiao was the first to refuse.

The Five Swords Death Formation is a life-and-death formation of the Tai Shang Sect. As the name suggests, it is an attacking sword formation composed of five sword cultivators.

The reason why it is called fatal is that when this sword formation is used, there are only two possibilities: either the enemy dies, or the core of the sword formation dies.

"Then do you have any other solution?" Mingjia looked at her calmly, "If we don't take a gamble, we will die anyway."

Qu Hongxiao was silent for two seconds, "I want to be the center of the formation!"

"You can't do it. You're not a sword cultivator." Mingjia denied it outright. Seeing that the other three also wanted to speak, she continued, "My cultivation level is just right. It would be a meaningless sacrifice for others to be the core of the formation."

Qu Hongxiao's mouth was full of bitterness.

She had clearly agreed to supervise Mingjia and prevent her from doing anything rash, but at this moment, she was unable to refute it.

"You brothers and sisters are all equally annoying!"

Tears slid down Qu Hongxiao's cheeks like beads that had broken off the string.

Mingjia's mind also flashed with that familiar figure, and she smiled softly, "It's because we are all stubborn sword cultivators."

Now that the decision had been made, those people no longer hesitated.

This was supposed to be a sword formation composed of five sword cultivators, but Qu Hongxiao, who used a whip, had to be added in. However, Qu Hongxiao's understanding of the Five Swords Fatal Formation was no less than Mingjia and Tan Sheng's.

The five people complement each other, and the final killer move is on Mingjia.

Those who besieged the Mirage Demon General were all monks who had experienced a hundred years of catastrophe. As soon as they saw the sword formation of Mingjia and others, they knew what they were planning.

At this moment, they no longer considered any gains or losses. You and I in the camp would try our best to create the perfect time and direction for the Five Swords Death Formation to attack.

In the face of the community of shared destiny in the world of cultivation, everyone is willing to become an insignificant cannon fodder!