Trapped in the formation
Nobody knows.
After A Xue finished speaking, she added, "Qiaoqiao, why don't we sneak away and forget about Demon God and Divine Pillar? Let's just find a place to hide!"
Behind it, the white-robed immortal had arrived at some unknown time.
A Xue turned around and called out, "Bai Fu, you've come at the right time! Let's run together!"
Bai Fu:...
"Master."
She could feign ease and cheerfulness in front of her senior brothers and sisters, but she found it difficult to pretend to be happy in front of her master. She guessed that her master must have known what was behind the mural, which was why he destroyed it.
The question is, how did he know that?
In her dream, she could not see the fates of three people: herself, her master, and Song Wuya.
Song Wuya protected Nangong, and his master always thought he was a bad person; perhaps he was related to the Demon God.
What about the master?
She stepped forward and gently took Bai Fu's hand.
A faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingers in the air.
The scene before her suddenly changed.
Chapter 64 Trapped Formation
Dark clouds loomed overhead, Ethereal Peak was surrounded by a group of cultivators.
"Hand over Qiaoqiao!"
"Hand over the goddess at once!"
"Immortal Venerable Wanghan, cease your stubborn resistance and hand over your disciple!"
"Now that Demon God are rampant and all living beings are suffering, you, as a celestial being, refuse to hand over the goddess. What kind of path do you cultivate?!"
"Coward!"
"Bai Fu! Do you really think you alone can stand against the world?!"
Qiaoqiao had never seen so many people at the foot of Ethereal Peak before. The densely packed cultivators surrounded Ethereal Peak, making it almost impenetrable. Judging from this, it seemed that half of the Cultivation World had come.
She spotted several familiar faces in the crowd: Commandant Feng, Protector Cheng, Elder Bing, and Commandant Nangong, as well as Peak Master Yue, whose grave was now overgrown with grass.
Beside Peak Master Yue were several unfamiliar elders of the Flowing Cloud Sect. Qiaoqiao vaguely remembered that these people should all be from Peak Master Yue's faction. There was also Sword Lord Qingyun and Elder Chang. Before Fourth Senior Brother was recognized, Mu Liuyun did not manage affairs, and these people controlled the power of the Flowing Cloud Sect.
Seeing so many dead people, she realized she had entered an illusion again.
In this illusion, everything is heading in the worst possible direction.
The eldest disciple was tricked by the Devil Master and the witch Ziling, betrayed the sect, and died tragically in the siege of righteous cultivators;
The second senior sister was brainwashed by the demon king, the Xiao Household was destroyed, and she became the demon king's puppet queen;
Third Senior Sister and Liu Xiu perished together, their reputations ruined.
The fourth senior brother committed suicide on the way back to the Flowing Cloud Sect.
The bad guys remained arrogant, but none of her senior brothers and sisters met a good end.
The dead suffered terribly.
Those who are still alive are living a life worse than death.
Now, it's her turn.
Seeing this scene, she could already guess what had happened. Someone was spreading rumors that only the Goddess could fill the Heavenly Pillar Heavenly Pillar, and that the four major immortal sects had surrounded Ethereal Peak, forcing her master to hand her over.
Here, those who loved them and were willing to protect them either died or were utterly disheartened; the whole world stood against them.
Immortal Venerable Wanghan, who refused to hand over his disciple to die, became the greatest sinner in the Three Realms.
On Ethereal Peak, the disciples had already dispersed completely when the news spread. Elder Ning's cultivation had greatly declined after Jade Ball was killed, and he had gone into seclusion.
Within the Flowing Cloud Sect, which was controlled by Sword Lord Qingyun, no one dared to stand on their side.
This is a true dead end.
Qiaoqiao stood before thousands of cultivators, facing an overwhelming wave of malice, and took a slight step back.
Someone supported her shoulder from behind.
She turned around. The immortal was dressed in white, his temperament was pure and aloof, and even in this situation, his expression remained calm.
Silver Sword-Ray swirled around Ethereal Peak; this was the radiance of the Protective Sword Formation.
This is the strongest sword formation in the world.
As long as the sword formation remains, the tens of thousands of people below Ethereal Peak will be unable to step into Ethereal Peak, and can only curse day and night at the foot of the mountain.
However, the sword formation is the embodiment of sword intent, and what is consumed is the true spirit of the one who activates the formation.
No matter how powerful a sword formation is, it will dissipate once its true spirit is exhausted.
Not to mention that Bai Fu had just activated a formation in Heavenly Secrets City and had not yet recovered. Activating the sword formation again this time would undoubtedly be overdrawing his own strength.
Every minute and every second, he was burning his true spirit and life essence.
"Qiaoqiao, are you scared?"
"I'm not afraid."
She shook her head, suddenly realizing that this time she was not a spectator in the illusion, but had become a person in it, had become herself. She could feel the cool touch of her master's fingertips and smell the faint fragrance on his body.
This illusion feels so real.
It was as if... she had really experienced all of this.
"Master, why don't you let them take me away?"
Bai Fu looked down at her, "When your grandmaster asked me why I learned swordsmanship, I answered: I learned swordsmanship to protect those I wanted to protect."
" To Guardian Sword Dao, to protect one person, and thus all people under heaven."
"If I can't even protect one person, what's the point of cultivating this Daoist heart?"
Qiaoqiao stared at him without blinking.
"Besides, I also have a selfish motive."
"Qiaoqiao, I like you."
Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat.
Bai Fu released her from his embrace, took her hand, and led her up the mountain.
At the mountaintop, the Wanghan Immortal Abode is hidden in the misty sea of clouds, and the plum blossoms in the Falling Plum Hall are quietly in full bloom.
"As a master, it is my fault to have developed feelings for my disciple."
"Why do you say that?" Qiaoqiao asked. "Master, you didn't do anything wrong, and the sect rules don't say that a master can't like his disciple."