Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

Afterwards, Reverend Daoxuan stayed quietly in the Soul Palace, half a day passed, and no natal soul card was broken.

"It seems that these disciples should have encountered a crisis by chance just now, and it wasn't the demon cult monsters who slaughtered my Qingyun sect disciples." After a long time, Master Daoxuan came to such a conclusion.

Hearing this, the other heads nodded in agreement.

If the Demon Sect targets Qingyunmen disciples, the casualties will not be limited to this point.

"That's it!"

Afterwards, Master Daoxuan continued to think for a while, and slowly said: "Life and death are fate, if you go out to practice, there will be no casualties."

"Then... Sect Leader, should this matter be ignored like this?" Hearing this, Elder Qingsong was stunned and asked in doubt.

"Since the Devil's Cult did not intentionally target it, if we intervene casually, then this experience will be meaningless."

Reverend Daoxuan nodded, looked at Elder Qingsong, and said slowly: "I trust Elder Qingsong, you should understand this point?"

Hearing this, Elder Qingsong froze for a moment, then he could only sigh.

Seeing these natal soul cards shattered in front of him is like watching Qingyun sect disciples die in front of his own eyes. Elder Qingsong naturally felt uncomfortable.

These disciples are all disciples of Qingyun Sect!

But he also knew in his heart that what the head said was right.

This kind of casualty is within the normal range for going down the mountain to practice.

If they are not allowed to experience these life-and-death crises, they will never become independent and strong.

I think back then, in my generation, hundreds of people went down the mountain to practice.

But in the end, only a mere twenty or so people returned to Qingyunmen alive, what a miserable scene.

The world outside Qingyunmen is full of monsters, but it is not as peaceful as inside Qingyunmen. It is a place where opportunities and dangers coexist.

"Master, I understand. Next, I will continue to pay attention to the situation of these disciples' soul cards."

Taoist Qingsong sighed, then walked slowly into the main hall, sat up cross-legged slowly, his figure looked a little old.

Looking at Elder Qingsong's back, Master Daoxuan also sighed.

More than a dozen disciples died in an instant. As the head of the sect, he felt pain in his heart.

Those are all disciples of Qing Yun Sect. They are still so young, they have just stepped into the road of cultivation, and there is still a long way to go.

But the road of cultivation is like this, not only the enviable long life, but also bloody killings.

I choose not to intervene, but also for the good of these disciples.

Thinking of this, Reverend Daoxuan led a group of heads, and slowly exited the Hall of Souls.

In the Soul Palace, silence slowly returned.

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Chapter 77 The storm is coming

After the incident in the Soul Palace, Qingyunmen fell into peace again.

But just three months later, in the soul hall, the natal soul cards of more than a dozen Qing Yunmen disciples were broken.

This incident immediately caused a commotion among the senior officials of Qing Yun Sect.

But after that, there was no movement again, this matter was immediately suppressed by Master Daoxuan again.

After that, bad news came one after another.

Seven months later, the six natal soul cards in the Hall of Souls were shattered, and six disciples of Qingyunmen died.

A year later, the seven natal soul cards in the Hall of Souls were shattered, and seven disciples of Qingyunmen died.

In just two years, more than 20 Qingyunmen disciples disappeared without any news.

Although this news was slowly suppressed by the Qing Yunmen senior management, it still spread slowly.

When many Qingyunmen disciples knew about this, the entire Qingyunmen began to be shrouded in a dark cloud.

Although, these 20 people are only a small part of the entire Qingyunmen.

But these disciples didn't know the identity of the disciples who died.

Among the disciples who went down the mountain to practice, there are juniors and sisters who grew up with them. If they fall, how can they not feel sad.

After that, every few months, a batch of Qing Yunmen would die suddenly.

After the third year of Qingyunmen disciples going down the mountain to practice, only about half of the hundreds of disciples went down the mountain.

Looking at the shattered natal soul cards in the soul palace, all the senior officials of Qingyun sect looked extremely ugly.

If this progress continues, this group of Qingyunmen disciples will soon become almost non-existent, and there will be very few disciples who return to Qingyunmen alive in the end.

To the comfort of the Qingyun sect senior management, Lin Jingyu and other Qingyun geniuses did not have any accidents.

What made them feel even more at ease was that in the following year, only three disciples from Qing Yun Sect were killed or injured.

Especially in the fifth year when Qingyun's disciples went down the mountain, no disciples were killed or injured.

This scene immediately relieved the hearts of all the Qingyun sect senior management.