Originally, the three or four hundred monks of various sects left in this entire clearing, except for the monks who were worried about the whereabouts of their own sect, were whispering in private, wondering why Linlang Baoshan suddenly collapsed, what was that soaring purple light, maybe some high-level monks also knew the root of the matter in their hearts like Jun Wuji, but no one said it.

At this moment, there was such a change in the Unity Sect, and everyone's focus became the Unity Sect, and they whispered to each other, discussing why Duanmu Zhenjun, a great monk in the late Yuan Infant Stage, who still had plenty of longevity, died suddenly, and what would happen if the Unity Sect lost two Yuan Infant Monks at once......

Pang Maimai didn't want to listen to this, she stretched her neck, and looked again, she couldn't see Zhao Qianxing's whereabouts with the eyes of the Spirit Eye, he lived in a shallow way, he was arrogant, except for his master, the rest only had more contact with Pang Maimai, not to mention that he was always elusive, and everyone in the Unity Sect was panicked, and half of the disciples did not find it, and no one noticed that he was not there.

Master's leaves rose into the air, and the people and mountains on the ground gradually became smaller, and the place where hundreds of monks had gathered was obviously vacated by the land where the monks of the Unity Sect were stationed, which looked disorderly and chaotic, crowded with people, like an ant whose nest had been washed away by water.

The higher you ascend, the smaller the people below, although these people are not like ants, but have great power to change the ...... of heaven and earth

The starry sky in the dark night is full of stars, and the first to fly is the half-blood Kunpeng of the Yuanying Master's uncle, although this is called Kunpeng, but the bloodline is not pure, the height is definitely not as big as the legend, the visual wingspan is about fifty or sixty meters, about twenty meters long from head to tail, and the part that can sit on the back is the size of a small living room, except for the Yuanying Venerable who sits at the head to control the spirit bird, set up the aura cover that blocks the Gangfeng, and the rest sit more than a dozen Huaqi monks and two or three Jindan monks.

The rest of the monks were in groups of three or two, and there were more than a dozen of them, each piloting their own flying magic weapons or spirit beasts, some glowing blue, some glowing red, and some glowing white, all kinds of colors, like a group of small planes or large birds flying silently in the night sky.

There are also those that have no light and no sound, and Master Lu Zhen's leaf chariot is. But the speed was not slow, and it was not difficult to follow the half-blooded Kunpeng closely.

The night sky around is beautiful, and flying in the dark is even better than in the daytime, especially when a group of monks flying together like this is very loud and interesting, but no one is in the mood to appreciate it.

All were in a heavy mood.

Pang Maimai sometimes raised his eyes to see that Duanmu on Kunpeng's back was unharmed, and he sat blankly, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking. Originally, as a second-generation cultivator with strong capital, he was always smiling and graceful, but at this moment, these are all gone, and he looks just a young man with a pale and fragile face, and his black hair is blown to his face, which is even more dejected and pitiful.

They flew all night, and saw in the sky the blood-red sun dawning in the east, and the white sky was suddenly reflected by the red glow, and the sky slowly brightened.

During the day, they still flew all day without rest, and when they came, they used the Nine Days Cloud Boat to fly for ten days, and the journey was too far.

This time I went back, without the Nine Heavens Cloud Boat, and I had to wait for those monks who flew slowly, I am afraid that it would take 20 days to fly.

So the Yuanying Master Uncle Zu thought of a way to count some of the monks who flew slowly, and the stronger Jindan monks led the team and flew slowly; He piloted the half-blood Kunpeng and several groups of fast-flying monks to rush back to the sect day and night.

And the leaf chariot, which has one of the fastest flying speeds, naturally went first with the Kunpeng.

Pang Maimai followed his master and senior brother, followed closely by the half-blood Kunpeng, and there were three groups of seven monks like them. Pang Maimai counted them when he was bored, and there were twenty-seven of them in total, one Yuanying Monk, seven Jindan Monks, and nineteen Huaqi Monks. Pang Maimai knew, except for the master and senior brother who were here, Duanmu was uninjured on Kunpeng's back, Senior Brother Lin Ying and Senior Sister Lu Jie were in the follow-up group, but the injured Chen Qinglu was also on Kunpeng's back.

There weren't a few Huaqi monks in the back line, most of them were Jindan monks.

Although the monks are very different from mortals, it doesn't hurt if they don't have to eat or sleep, but after flying like this for four or five days, some of the Huaqi monks can't stand it, and their faces are tired and haggard, especially the Kunpeng has a few injured on his back like Chen Qinglu, but despite this, no one will ask to stop and rest.

However, that afternoon, the Kunpeng over there was flying but suddenly changed its course, and Master Lu Zhen felt strange, although he followed, he also sent a voice to ask.

Yuanying Shi Shuzu said that it was Duanmu who received the summons from the same door without injury, so he changed the route slightly to pick up people.

After a while, he saw a barrel with a propeller-like rolling slicing barrel flying in front of him.

The speed of the barrel is not slow, I don't know if it is because of the flight trajectory or because the appearance is too peculiar, but it was suddenly caught in the mouth of the still young Kunpeng......

This bucket, which can fit into several people, is to this half-blooded Kunpeng what a pine nut was to the former parrot of the Pang Maimai family......

With a flash of white light, the barrel disappeared, and there were two more people on Kunpeng's back.

Although the three of them were a little far away, they also saw it, and one of them was Duanmu Fu!

The other one is a very fat and fat man, compared to him, Duanmu Fu looks very slim and small.

The two of them greeted the Yuanying Monk, and then talked to Duanmu Wuxian, and then the Yuanying Monk sent a message, asking everyone to get ready to land and rest.

The half-blooded Kunpeng first found an open field to land, with its size, it was impossible to land in a crowded place, in a city, Rao was so, it flapped its wings and glided down, and when it landed, it also lifted up dust and sand leaves several stories high, and the sound was terrifying.

The leaf chariot that followed it landed was almost blown away by it, and Pang Maimai was performed by the master to perform a wind fixing technique, so that he could not land in a wolf.

The other three groups of monks who flew on their own also landed.

Uncle Yuanying waved his hand to gather everyone and said, "After flying for a few days, I am sleepy and tired. Let's rest here tonight before we go. ”

The monks responded.

Pang Maimai followed the master and walked towards Duanmu Wuxian's side, Duanmu Fu was standing beside Duanmu Wuxian, but after a few days, the little round face quickly lost weight, looking very haggard, and the expression on his face was very different from before, strict, dull and distressed, no longer as carefree as before.

However, Duanmu was unharmed, and after seeing Duanmu Fu, he changed the sadness, confusion and sadness of the previous few days, and cheered up a little.

Next to them was the big fat man who was two big and three big with Pang Mai, and the flesh on his face was so crowded that his eyes were gone, and he looked like he must be a smiling person.

Master Lu Zhen greeted the fat man, one called "Brother Lu" and the other called "Brother Jiang".

And Duanmu Fu was his good friend, Chen Qinglu, who had slightly improved his injuries, and the two were talking. Seeing Pang Maimai coming, Duanmu Fu squeezed out a smile at her.

Pang Maimai felt sour in his heart, remembering that the boys who forced a smile after being hit when he was in school were squeezed out like this.

"Ah Fu," Pang Maimai hesitated for a moment, calling him in a more intimate tone.

Usually she still calls him Duanmu Fu with his name.

Duanmu Fu's expression on his face was warmer, his eyes were softer, and he grinned at her and said, "Maimai, you have gained a lot this time, right?" It looks like it's not hurt, it's good. ”

"Not as good as it could be." Pang Maimai replied, still looking at him with concern.

Duanmu Fu was a little at a loss, and hurriedly pointed to the big fat man and introduced Pang Maimai and said, "This is Uncle Jiang." ”

Pang Maimai greeted obediently: "Hello Uncle Jiang." ”

Hearing that the master and others called each other brothers and sisters before, but not senior brothers and brothers, and now Duanmu Fu is called uncle instead of uncle, I know that this person is not from the Unity Sect, but should be the Duanmu family's own worship.

The big fat man didn't look as depressed as Duanmu's uncle and nephew, and when he heard Pang Maimai call him, he gave him a big smile, and he couldn't find his eyes.

Nearly thirty monks began to camp on the spot, and Lu Zhen came in handy again with him.

Except for the half-blooded Kunpeng who couldn't live in, the rest of the people seemed to be fine.

And Xiao Kunpeng has been put into the spirit beast bag in the sleeve by the Yuanying Master Uncle Ancestor. Pang Maimai's eyes were sharp, and she found that the spirit beast bag was also embroidered with a Kunpeng pattern, if it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere was so sad and depressing, she would have wanted to laugh.

She didn't know how to comfort Duanmu Fu, this kind of thing is not a simple "festival mourning" four words can be easily carried over. She could only use her eyes, voice, and movements to let Duanmu Fu know that she was worried about him and concerned about him.

Duanmu Fu should have felt it, his eyes were soft and grateful.

But at the same time, he also seems to have a lot on his mind.

Pang Maimai did what he could, and went back to his room to rest.

I was meditating until midnight when I suddenly heard a slight ringing of the golden bell around my waist. She was startled and pulled out the golden bell.

It was the second senior brother who gave him a meeting gift: Transsion Golden Bell.

Except for the earliest year, when the second senior brother used to chat with himself from time to time, this golden bell rarely rang, and later the master reprimanded the second senior brother, saying that this disturbed the junior sister's introductory practice, and the second senior brother stopped transmitting sound and playing, and this golden bell had not rang for a long time.

Could it be the second senior brother?

But he's so far away, out of reach, right?

Is it a big brother?

The second senior brother said at the beginning that he gave one to each of them, and the senior brother estimated that there was one.

But the elder brother never seems to have used it.

She put her spiritual power on her fingertips, and heard a thin voice like a gnat coming from the golden bell: "Yunteng, pulse, immediately put away your things, go outside the cave, use the stealth method, don't alarm anyone." ”

It's Master!

It turns out that the master also has a sound transmission golden bell.

Pang Maimai was startled, sure that it was the master, and hurriedly used a small stealth technique, and with a flick of his hand, he swept some of the items he took out into the storage hand, and hurriedly walked out of the house.

It was late at night, and no one was moving, so she walked out carefully, and did not touch anyone in the corridor, but someone was meditating in the open air in the courtyard, so she quietly avoided it, and went out of Master's temporary cave and came to the agreed place.

Master is here, in addition to Master, there are also Uncle Jiang Fatzi, Duanmu Wuxian, Duanmu Fu and Chen Qinglu. After a while, the elder brother also arrived.

Everyone's faces were solemn, and Lu Zhen saw that Yun Teng and Pang Mai had arrived, his face was slightly relaxed, and he said, "...... I also mentioned it when I interrogated with Shizun today, and the master has already given an order, saying that Ah Fu is the murderer of the ancestors, and ordered the disciples in the sect to chase and kill him, and the master said that Ah Fu was wronged, so I will escort you away no matter what, while Uncle Liu has not received the order to chase and kill now, let's escape quickly! ”

Duanmu Fu's face was distorted, his teeth were clenched, and tears flashed in his eyes: "...... That old man actually said that I killed my ancestors! ”

Pang Maimai was amazed.

Duanmu Fu is a mere Qi monk, isn't it ridiculous to say that he can kill the ancestor of the late Yuan Infant period! What's more, how could he kill Duanmu Zhenjun, who was like a backer for him!