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第两千零三章 陆盈儿的决心(上)

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The thick voice of the bearded giant gradually entered his ears. Indeed, most cultivators were early risers for profit, but it depended on the situation.

For example, in front of them, facing the demonic calamity and foreign demons that were eroding their homeland, how could cultivators possibly fear death? They would certainly unleash their treasures to fight with all their might.

Ancient demons did not need captives; they either directly extracted souls or turned cultivators into demon puppets. The consequences were far worse than death.

The goal of the ancient demons was to conquer this realm, without sparing ordinary people or cultivators. Therefore, they had no choice but to fight desperately.

Many sects and families in Yunzhou had suffered from their depredations, though many still remained powerful enough to challenge the ancient demons. Only the Three Pavilion Sects—Bai Xuan Pavilion—could stand up to them.

If these three sects fell, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Thus, for this month, apart from the Three Pavilion Sects relying on their main base's array restrictions to fend off the ancient demons, other cultivators, regardless of whether they were orthodox or heterodox, and whether they were sect members or independents, had been rushing to aid them.

Without their help, the Three Pavilion Sects would have long collapsed. After all, this demon horde was determined to win, with both quantity and quality far beyond what could be imagined.

Even demons who practiced cultivation did not hesitate; after all, they only favored ancient demons but were fundamentally human cultivators. Unless they broke through the Separation Realm and ascended to the Spirit Realm, becoming part of the ancient demons, that was a different matter.

"Let's go," the old man's voice echoed in his ears.

Lin Xian's speed had increased significantly; he could no longer conserve energy: "Ying'er, Xin'er, you must be safe."

At Bai Xuan Pavilion,

Ling Dong Valley, afeng shui treasure landwith extremely dense qi, was naturally hard to attack. With the Three Pavilion Sects making it their main base, they fortified it like an impregnable fortress.

However, at this moment, this seemingly unassailable fortress was on the verge of collapse.

Outside Ling Dong Valley, demonic energy surged, blocking all exits. The enemy's formation not only aimed to breach Bai Xuan Pavilion but also ensure that no cultivator could escape.

This would be a heavy blow to the morale of the other cultivators.

The leader of this demon horde was at the Separation Realm late stage, and there were several other Separation Realm demon generals. They were determined to win.

Other ancient demons were numerous and varied; most of those who had come through the wormhole could be seen here.

If 300,000 elite demons still couldn't take Bai Xuan Pavilion, he wouldn't have face to return home.

Not to mention the large number of monsters, demons, and cultivators they had turned into demon puppets.

They were overwhelmingly strong in numbers. Their overall strength far surpassed that of Bai Xuan Pavilion. If not for their advantageous position and formidable array restrictions, along with the continuous reinforcements from other cultivators, this place would have already fallen long ago.

But what did it matter? The disparity in power was clear; Bai Xuan Pavilion could onlybarely hanging on.

No matter how they struggled, their fate was sealed. This realm belonged to them, the Holy Clan.

The sound of a gong echoed through the sky as demonic energy surged once more. The roar of beasts and demon insects filled his ears—this was a sign that the ancient demons were about to launch another offensive.

Since besieging Ling Dong Valley, their attacks had never ceased; only the intensity varied.

Now, this drum indicated they would launch a full-scale assault.

Inside Ling Dong Valley, various lights flickered. Whether it was large protective arrays or small restrictions, they were all activated.

In times of life and death, who cared about the consumption of crystals?

Countless cultivators in the valley unleashed their treasures—many with injuries but still resolute. There was no retreat; these demons were too cruel. If captured by them, one would neither live nor die. It might be better to fight bravely here until death.

In a deeper part of the valley, there stood a magnificent tower, Ling Dong Pagoda—the most prominent building in Bai Xuan Pavilion.

Inside its seventh floor hall,

Four graceful women sat on the ground; no one else was present.

The four pavilion leaders—Lu Ying'er, Liu Xin, Wu Yun'er, and Ye Ping'er—all gathered here.

After centuries of companionship, their bond had grown close to that of sisters. At this moment, they wore serious expressions.

"Big Sister, ancient demons have heavily besieged our sect for a month now. If we don't break through, they won't stop. What should we do? Should we continue to hold the line?" Liu Xin's voice carried anxiety.

"Yes, Big Sister. In these past months, our losses have been severe, but the ancient demons can quickly replenish their ranks with reinforcements from outside. Though other cultivators are coming to aid us, it’s merely a drop in the bucket. This mutual attrition is clearly unfavorable for us; we must make early plans," Ye Ping'er sighed.

The once young girls had now reached late-stage Golden Core stage. Ping'er was younger and thus had the best potential among them.

Xin'er was also at mid-stage, but not yet at the peak. Xin'er wasn't lazy; she simply lacked some opportunities and luck... her spiritual rootqualificationwas slightly inferior as well.

The other two pavilion leaders—Lu Ying'er and Wu Yun'er—were a step ahead, both at late-stage Golden Core stage.

A person's abilities improved with time; Lin Xian had been in the Spirit Realm for over 450 years. The girls had worked hard, but none could break into the Separation Realm. This was why Bai Xuan Pavilion couldn't withstand it—due to a lack of high-level strength. Facing several Separation Realm demon generals, they couldn’t win even if they attacked together; they could only rely on arrays for a stalemate.

With no room for initiative, Lu Ying'er's voice echoed: Though she hadn't seen them in centuries, her风采 grace or charmremained unchanged. Her demeanor had become more mature and steady. Several pavilion leaders contributed to Bai Xuan Pavilion’s current scale, but she was undoubtedly the one who had worked the hardest.

Her gaze swept over her sisters; there was nothing to hide here: "You don’t need to say anything. I know what's best for this sect—it can't be saved."

"Big Sister, how can you say that?"

Liu Xin and Ye Ping'er were shocked, while Wu Yun'er remained calm, as if she knew something.

"At this point, self-deception is useless. The ancient demons' power far exceeds ours, and they are determined to win. Bai Xuan Pavilion won't hold out for long."

"Then what should we do?"

"We must ensure that the sect's tradition doesn’t end in our hands," Lu Ying'er said resolutely. "After all, this sect originated from Lord’s Baisan Tang. If it falls now, it would be a great disservice to him."

"Mm."

The three nodded in agreement; Lin Xian’s kindness toward them varied, but they revered him like a deity, not to be desecrated.

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