Ye Lan walked out of the crowd and saw Lu Jiujia's painful posture. She immediately stepped forward, took out the pill from the storage bag, and fed it to Lu Jiujia.

This scene made other disciples start to curse her, but she remained indifferent.

However, her pills were of no use.

"Master... Junior sister... Escape quickly..." Lu Jiujia's difficult voice seemed to have used all his strength in every word.

As soon as the word escaped finished speaking, he immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ye Lan asked in a deep voice, she paused and said quickly: "I can't escape now. Unless the truth is revealed and I resist with the strength of the whole sect, there will be a glimmer of hope."

Lu Jiujia was unable to answer again, and he raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed his index finger at the sky.

Ye Lan turned her head and looked at him. The person he was referring to was Chu Xian in the sky.

"Next, we should check the magic spies on the stage."

Chu Xian's voice sounded, making the noisy rooftop quiet instantly. At this moment, the disciple who had a clear conscience suddenly became a little panicked.

The demon parachute shook again, and the strange sound made everyone feel palpitations.

Ye Lan seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked down. She saw dense blood patterns appearing on the ground of the rooftop, like some strange words. Her feet just stepped on the blood patterns. A yin evil force penetrated into her body, forcibly sealing her spiritual power, making her unable to move.

She trembled all over, and the white spirit sword on her waist also made a sound.

All the disciples on the stage half-kneeled down, as if the waves were rising and falling, and their feet were also densely packed with blood patterns.

"I didn't expect that the demonic invasion was so deep. Since this is the case, there is no need for this outer sect to exist."

Chu Xian's voice fell from the sky, so cold that it made everyone fall into the abyss.

...

Xuangu, in the attic.

Gu An was writing a book when the desk suddenly trembled, causing him to stop writing.

He glanced at the Qinghong Sword placed on the table next to him. At this moment, the Qinghong Sword was trembling violently, and the blade seemed to be about to rush out of the sheath, and there was a faint sound of birds singing.

Looking at Qinghong Sword, Gu An's eyes changed.

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