formations.There is also Mount Sun God, where the Golden Crow Tenth Prince, who claims to have an invincible appearance, obtained a quasi-emperor weapon in a certain secret place.There are rumors that...That token was bronze colored.

One side is engraved with the character "Confucius".

On the reverse side, there is an imprint of the character "saint".

It was the Confucian sacred decree of the Jixia Academy.

"This..."

The young man looked at the token and was dumbfounded.

And in his eyes, there was even a hint of hatred.

"You demon cultist, if you want to kill me, just do it! Why are you trying to fool me with this fake thing"

Although the young man recognized this token as a holy order of the Confucian sect.

But will he believe it

A prodigious figure from the world of magic, in the Qijue Region of a declining era, produced the Sacred Order of the Confucian School.

This is too absurd.

Jun Xiaoyao was at ease and did not mind the young man's rudeness.

It's understandable that he would be mistaken.

In the next moment, Jun Xiaoyao activated the Confucian sect's martial arts technique, Heaven and Earth Profound Scripture.

At the same time, Hao Ran's holy heart was also being driven.

The sacred and peerless righteousness surged forth.

The young man was completely shocked.

If the Confucian Canon were a forgery.

Then what about that majestic aura

Jun Xiaoyao, simply explained a few words.

The young man was stunned, then immediately knelt before Jun Xiaoyao.

"Greetings, Lord!"

After the initial shock, excitement and eagerness could be seen in the young man's eyes.

The new headmaster of the Jixia Academy, has actually snuck into the Demon Realm!

This is simply unimaginable.

Now, he could not possibly suspect Jun Xiaoyao.

Besides, he's just a prisoner. What's the point of deceiving him

"There should be quite a few cultivators from the Three Sects imprisoned in the Qijue Domain, shouldn't there" Jun Xiaoyao inquired.

The young man nodded, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow, anger, and resentment.

Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and composed.

He didn't have the time to save everyone, nor did he have the space.

However, since he has met them, Jun Xiaoyao doesn't mind showing a bit of mercy.

After all, a young man is at least from the Jixia Academy.

As the head of the Confucian school, he saw that ignoring it was indeed not appropriate.

But he was only capable of doing that, with no energy left to save others.

"First, find a safe place to hide. When I go out, I'll come up with an excuse to take you out." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The young man, upon hearing this, lit up with ecstasy and knelt before Jun Xiaoyao, performing a bow.

"Thank you, Lord Ruler, but..."

The young man gritted his teeth slightly as if remembering something.

"There are also several fellow senior brothers and sisters trapped inside, perhaps being hunted by the demonic geniuses. I hope that you can also find a way to save their lives."

The young man pleaded.

Although he knew this might be excessive, there was no other way.

The Confucian school places great emphasis on fraternal bonds among its members.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly upon hearing this, "Yes."

He is not a saint.

It's impossible for him to rescue all the cultivators from the Three Teachings imprisoned in the Qijue Realm.

He also can't do that.

But saving a few cultivators from the Jixia Academy is still possible.

At that time, just come up with any excuse, saying you want to subdue them and make them slaves, and you can take them out directly.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao left directly.

...in a region even deeper within the realm of qijue. ...

Here, the laws of divine power ripple outwards.

Some prodigious cultivators are battling against the prisoners of the Three Sects.

Of course, calling it a battle was just a way of saying that they were using the cultivators from the Three Teachings as whetstones.

"Heh heh, these cultivators from the Three Teachings, their strength isn't weak."

But that's alright, the more we resist, the more our divine abilities will be honed.

Present were several powerful demonic geniuses, surrounding a few cultivators, with malicious grins on their faces.

These cultivators, both male and female.

Among them was a woman of considerable beauty, with features as exquisite as a painting, her brow and eyes carrying a hint of resentment.

Her name is Qiao Ling, and like the others around her, she is a cultivator from the Jixia Academy.

During a mission, I was unexpectedly captured by members of the Cult of the Apocalypse and banished to the Seven Desolations.

"You demons, you won't end well." Qiao Ling sneered.

One of the demonic geniuses, with a sweep of his gaze, took in Qiao Ling's beautiful face and delicate figure, a strange gleam appearing in his eyes.

"This woman isn't bad, she could serve as a handy furnace. The End Times Cult probably wouldn't mind these prisoners dying anyway."

"Dare to insult your senior sister, you're courting death!"

Another young monk, seeing this, angrily intervened.

However, a proud cultivator of the demonic way waved his palm!

Runes intertwine, laws surge, condensing into a pitch-black seal, like a black mountain crashing down.

Pfft!

The young cultivator who made the move was directly smashed to pieces, his spirit and body utterly destroyed!

Seeing this, Qiao Ling's face darkened.

He was able to stand out in the chaotic fight at Qu Hongluan's birthday banquet and earned the qualification to enter the Qijue Domain.

These talented young prodigies of the demonic path naturally each had some skill, their power was extraordinary.

it's far beyond what Qiao Ling and the others can handle.

"Just a bunch of prisoners, daring to rebel How ridiculous!"

"Yes, become my vessel, and I can take you away from here. Why stay here to be preyed upon"

A demonic prodigy's strange gaze, locked onto Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling's teeth were clenched tightly against her red lips.

The other scholars at the Ji's Garden Academy were like that as well.

They looked at each other, both with a look of determination in their eyes.

Even if I self-destruct, it's worth it if I can take one down with me.

However, just as Qiao Ling and the others were about to fight to the death.

In the distance, a slender figure in white robes and with white hair, their face concealed by a ghost mask, walked towards them.

Seeing this figure, the several originally arrogant magic way geniuses all showed a hint of astonishment in their eyes.

"It's him! I can't believe I ran into him..."

He's no saint.ten million worlds of Xumi power.His physical body realm could advance a stage, reaching the level of a quasi-emperor in the second calamity.And if the Sumeru world of a carefree sovereign could reach...