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Chapter 135 Running away

Mingyue Palace, a holy place that countless immortal cultivators once yearned for, was now bathed in blood and gore. The glory of the past had vanished into thin air, replaced by endless fear and despair. When the demons attacked in overwhelming numbers, the seemingly indestructible palace walls were as fragile as thin paper and collapsed in an instant.

The palace complex that was once solemn, serene and peaceful has now become a stage for demonic revelry. These villains from the demon world are baring their teeth and claws, laughing wildly, with greed and cruelty flashing in their eyes. They hold all kinds of sharp weapons and mercilessly wave them at the unarmed disciples of Mingyue Palace, as if they want to destroy everything here.

Those young disciples who failed to escape in time struggled on the brink of life and death. They stared with wide eyes, their faces full of fear, trying to find a glimmer of hope. However, facing such a ferocious and powerful enemy, any resistance seemed pale and powerless. In the end, they could only let out miserable cries in despair, which resounded through the night sky for a long time, making people shudder.

This sudden disaster plunged the entire Mingyue Palace into chaos, and the bloody smell filled the air. The moonlight, which was originally as clear as water, was also dyed dark red, as if silently mourning the tragedy. And those brave and fearless cultivators protected this land with their blood and lives, composing a magnificent epic that is both moving and moving.

The blazing fire rose into the sky like a fire dragon, illuminating the entire night sky, and clearly reflecting the hideous faces of the monsters. These monsters have different shapes, some have hideous faces that make people shudder; some are as huge as mountains, exuding unparalleled pressure. They opened their bloody mouths and devoured every inch of the land of Mingyue Palace mercilessly.

The once magnificent palace has now become a ruin, and the countless treasures, secret books, and inheritances left by the palace masters of all generations have been destroyed in this sudden disaster. Those priceless ancient books and powerful magic weapons have all been reduced to ashes in the raging flames, leaving only broken walls and messy ground, which is really a pity.

Lu Xiuyuan stood alone on the top of a distant mountain, staring at the tragedy unfolding in front of him. His heart was filled with unspeakable pain and resentment. Although he had had a brief friction with Mingyue Palace due to some misunderstandings before, he couldn't help but feel sympathy when he saw the other party suffer such a disaster, and an unprecedented sadness and bitterness surged in his heart.

Recalling the past years spent in the Juling Sect, the wonderful time of practicing and exploring side by side with fellow disciples seemed to be constantly playing in front of my eyes like a movie. The laughter and mutual support in the past were all as vivid as if they happened just yesterday.

However, at this moment, those familiar and friendly faces in his memory have disappeared forever in this cruel disaster. Thinking of this, a strong sense of guilt and self-blame surged in his heart. He felt that he should do something for the Juling Sect, but faced with such a tragic situation, he felt powerless.

However, Lu Xiuyuan knew that he could not let himself fall into endless sorrow at this moment. Time was running out, and he had to escape from here every second to prevent the cruel and inhumane demon army from noticing his whereabouts and pursuing him relentlessly. Therefore, he took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the grief and resentment in his heart that was like a raging sea, and then turned around resolutely and rushed towards the distant front without hesitation.

The night was as dark as thick ink, making people feel suffocated. Where the Mingyue Palace was located, the flames were blazing and shooting straight into the sky, illuminating half of the sky in a scarlet color. This once indestructible holy land for cultivating immortals was now as fragile as a candle in the wind, and could collapse at any time. Lu Xiuyuan stood quietly at the edge of the ruins, silently staring at the horrible scene in front of him, his heart filled with pain and indignation. He knew that this place was no longer safe, and staying a moment longer would increase the danger. Therefore, he made a quick decision to leave quickly to avoid becoming the target of the demon army.

Lu Xiuyuan took a deep breath, then raised a breath of pure energy and focused all his strength on his feet. He turned around resolutely and rushed towards the distant darkness. Every step he took seemed extremely heavy and unwavering, as if he wanted to crush all the sorrow and resentment in his heart under his feet. However, just as he was about to disappear into the vast night, a strong and heart-pounding spiritual power fluctuation suddenly emerged.

Lu Xiuyuan suddenly felt an invisible but extremely powerful force surging from behind, and instantly tightly wrapped around his body. He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of this mysterious binding force, but the force was as heavy as a towering mountain, making it difficult for him to move at all. At this moment, Qingming's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost. The eyes of this Yuanying period cultivator were like icy cold stars, piercing straight into the depths of Lu Xiuyuan's soul. Under such a sharp gaze, Lu Xiuyuan felt that his soul could not help but tremble. Then, his body seemed to be out of control suddenly, becoming soft and weak, as if all the vitality and energy were taken away, like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground.

Lu Xiuyuan endured the severe pain in his body and struggled to stand up from the mess on the ground. He stared at the mysterious figure named Qingming in front of him with wide eyes. At this moment, his heart was filled with astonishment and doubt - could this be the terrifying power possessed by the legendary Nascent Soul cultivator? Just a glance could bring such a destructive power!

Before this, Lu Xiuyuan had never expected that he would be so vulnerable! Just because of the other party's gaze, he was defeated without any chance to fight back. This cruel and ruthless reality was like a heavy hammer that shattered his former pride and confidence, and made him fall into deep self-doubt.

At this time, Qing Ming stood there like an unreachable iceberg. His bone-chilling gaze pierced through the air like a sharp blade, piercing straight at Lu Xiuyuan. Then, he raised his finger and waved it casually, and two burly, hideous-looking demon pursuers with strong demonic aura suddenly appeared on both sides of Lu Xiuyuan.

The two monsters had ferocious smiles on their faces, and their greedy and fierce eyes were fixed on Lu Xiuyuan, as if they had already regarded him as a prey in their pockets. Facing such a desperate situation surrounded by powerful enemies, Lu Xiuyuan could not help but feel a surge of despair in his heart...