Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 460: Disciple's demise? Heaven and earth fall together!

Outside the formation——

Jun Ning and Shen Wenxin were not idle in the outside world.

Seeing that the formation had been motionless for a long time, the two of them simply cleaned out the remaining monsters entrenched in the periphery of Xuanyin Sect, which had become manic due to the unusual movement of the formation.

The two powerful men took action to deal with these low-intelligence monsters, and they were simply crushing them with ease.

Wherever the sword shines, the evil spirit dissipates; wherever the whisk sweeps, all filth is removed.

But in just a moment, the area within several miles around the Xuanyin Sect was cleared, leaving only charred soil and residual sword energy and Taoist rhyme.

After the cleanup was completed, the surroundings suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Those people who were rescued and followed all the way here were now huddled together quietly in a relatively intact open space not far away.

They had experienced life-and-death escapes, and their faces were still filled with fear, but they managed to maintain their composure because of the presence of two powerful men. They just snuggled up to each other in silence, like a group of frightened baby birds huddled together, and their eyes were cast with awe and confusion from time to time at the huge light shield that enveloped the entire Xuanyin Sect.

Shen Wenxin held his ancient long sword, his body as straight as a pine tree, but his eyes seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread. For the 108th time, he couldn't help but look at the formation light shield that was as silent as stagnant water.

His brows were furrowed, and his knuckles tapped unconsciously on the scabbard, making a slight "thump thump" sound, revealing his inner anxiety: "Fellow Daoist Jun Ning, how long has it been? Are they really okay in there...?" There was an unconcealable worry and a barely perceptible hint of self-doubt in his voice.

He was a naturally hot-tempered and impulsive person, and now he was trapped outside the formation with nowhere to use his strength, which was simply torture.

Jun Ning, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and regulating his breathing, slowly opened his eyes.

Those cold eyes swept over Shen Wenxin, revealing a bit of understanding and a hint of helplessness: "Sect Master Shen, you ask again in less than half an hour. How can I know the ins and outs of the formation?" Her voice was calm and steady, like a flowing ice spring, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Your direct disciple Lu Wensheng is also in there, aren't you anxious?" Shen Wenxin couldn't help but ask back, trying to find a trace of sympathetic anxiety on the other's face.

Jun Ning's gaze fell back on the huge array light shield, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to penetrate the barrier.

"Urgent." She only uttered one word, but it weighed a thousand pounds.

After a pause, he added, his tone almost cold and sober, "But what's the point of being anxious? Besides being anxious, can you and I forcibly break this formation?"

Jun Ning finally realized that Shen Wenxin simply couldn't sit still.

Like the anxious king, he doesn't know what he is anxious about.

"Then let's go find that old thief Min Xiao?" Shen Wenxin paced a few steps impatiently and suggested, as if only doing something immediately could calm his inner anxiety.

"Going to look for them now? I'm afraid it's a little too late." Jun Ning's voice remained calm, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured down on him. "Since they dared to set up this trap, how could they easily leave traces for you and me to find? It would be unwise to disperse rashly at this moment."

The formation has a cultivation level restriction. Great masters like Jun Ning and Shen Wenxin cannot enter, and they dare not rashly attack the formation itself, for fear of triggering an unpredictable chain reaction and hurting the people in the formation.

This frustrating situation of "being afraid to use the right weapon to kill a rat" made Shen Wenxin feel very uneasy.

But who is Jun Ning?

When he was young, he was a notorious "troublemaker" in the world of cultivation.

She is extremely talented, and her sword power is as sharp as the gale from the nine heavens. However, she is also aloof and shows off her edge.

All the sect rules and the face of the seniors had to give way in front of her sword. She was much more arrogant than Lu Wensheng.

Among her peers, she had brought down countless people; even those senior monks who relied on their seniority and behaved in a dirty way, she dared to rebuke them with her sword, and even drew her sword against them.

During those years, countless elders of the sect were irritated by her, but because of her strong strength and right, they had no way to deal with her. They could only sigh inwardly, "The young are formidable and unruly. They are hard to tame."

But she was able to single-handedly defeat all the geniuses of her generation, make those famous senior masters look bad, and even make some old guys who were protective of their own people unable to do anything to her. It was definitely not just her outstanding talent that helped her.

The rebellious and vengeful nature in her bones is the root of her notoriety.

She was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, sharp and unyielding. She never bothered to conceal her likes and dislikes and her methods. Her sharpness once attracted the attention of the entire cultivation world.

Why did Lu Wensheng's unconventional and convention-challenging ideas receive her unconditional support? Why did she admire this seemingly gentle but actually capable young man so much?

It was precisely because Lu Wensheng's innate courage to break free from shackles and reshape the rules with her own will was exactly the same as when she was young! It was just that with the passage of time and the growth of her cultivation, she learned to wrap that fierceness under a colder, more difficult to guess shell.

At this moment, facing this frustrating situation, she didn't even bother to pretend to be gentle on the surface.

After suffering such a huge loss and trapping her disciples and many righteous elites, how could Jun Ning do nothing?

As early as when she arrived at the outskirts of Xuanyin Sect and confirmed that she could not enter the formation directly, her spiritual swords had already quietly left their sheaths.

Those swords transformed into several streams of light that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Like the most accurate hunters, they silently nailed into the specific earth vein nodes within a ten-mile radius of Xuanyin Sect.

A huge and secret sword formation has been set up. The sword energy is so cold, like an invisible net that tightly binds the entire Xuanyin Sect's territory.

Regardless of the final outcome of the internal formation, these demon cultivators who set up the formation will never be able to escape easily! This is Jun Ning's silent revenge, cutting off their retreat first.

It's not that she doesn't worry about her apprentice.

The life plate in her sleeve belonged to Lu Wensheng. It was a part she had separated from the life plates of the sect's disciples. She always kept it nurtured with a wisp of her spiritual consciousness. The spiritual light representing vitality on it flickered steadily, like a spark in the darkness, which was her greatest comfort at the moment.

As long as this life card is not broken, she has the patience to wait.

However, beneath this seemingly calm waiting, there is an emotional surge that becomes increasingly turbulent as time passes, almost breaking through the ice.

Jun Ning stared at the indestructible shell of the formation. Deep in his eyes, there was an imperceptible restlessness and a cold murderous intent that was enough to freeze everything. It was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, flashing by and then covered by a deeper coldness.

She had already prepared for the worst.

If that life plate suddenly shattered and its spiritual light was extinguished...

The imprisoned sword formation will instantly transform into a devastating killing formation! At that time, all the demon cultivators in the entire Xuanyin Sect, regardless of their cultivation level, will become the first batch of sacrifices to commemorate her beloved disciple!

What big picture, what trade-offs, what far-reaching implications of the struggle between good and evil? She no longer had the heart to judge right and wrong.

In the face of her immense hatred for the loss of her inheritance and the death of her beloved disciple, all of that is bullshit!

She had immediately charged into the Demon Realm with her sword! She didn't care about the Demon Lord, or the earth-shattering destruction! Heaven was blind and couldn't tolerate her legacy, so let this world be buried with her disciples! All those associated with the demon clan deserved death!

This madness of wanting to destroy everything was perfectly concealed by her under a seemingly calm exterior.

Shen Wenxin only saw that she was "more patient" than himself, but he didn't know that beneath the calm surface of this seemingly indifferent Shelu Daojun beside him, there was a turbulent and terrifying magma surging.

She is a complete lunatic, but she is covered with a skin as cold as frost and snow.