Wow......

The bell rings.

Coming from the direction of the altar.

Fang Yang opened his eyes from the spit, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes.

This is the bell for the disciples to gather, and generally speaking, only Yan Jiujiu and the old immortal master are qualified to give orders.

It's just that now, the old immortal master is in retreat, and only Yan Jiu is guarding Ji Yin Tai, what is the matter that makes her need to gather all the disciples?

I didn't plan to get up, Fang Yang had already recovered, and now the sea of qi was full, and time was precious.

So, he poked out his consciousness and expanded towards the altar.

Just the moment he left the house, on the bed, Fang Yang's body frowned.

Consciousness is like a third eye, which can peer into the surrounding scene.

In the west, the sky is blood-red, and there is a sense of slaughter in the smoky earth.

The most eye-catching thing is the direction of Jiyintai.

In the distance, the crane's head tower stands majestically, and at this time, every floor is glowing.

Squeak squeak~

The wonderful sound of the mechanical axle turning, crisp and rhythmic.

I saw that the tower body of more than ten floors began to tremble, starting from the bottom end.

A circle of ripples of true qi in the shape of water waves, with the spire as the center, spread in all directions.

As the aura increases, each layer of the tower begins to rotate faster or slower, as if playing music.

Not long after, the white crane on the spire of the tower led its neck to sing, and its long beak spewed out a glow through the sky, heading straight into the sky.

The glow was dazzling, reflecting a great brightness among the mountains, and even the bloodstone on the west mountain was eclipsed.

The ghostly creatures that lurk in the darkness all let out a painful wail when they are enveloped in the glow.

Under the holy light, all things are full of life.

All the disciples who walked out of the door just stopped, stood still, looked up, and watched this scene in disbelief.

It took a long time for the louder and louder sound of bells and drums to wake them up.

The wind was like a knife, blowing the robes for hunting, and the dead trees on the side of the road on both sides were broken at the waist, and the sand and dust were all over the sky.

When the altar was full of people, all the disciples squinted their eyes and raised their hands to hide their faces.

The monks above the first realm are okay, and they can be lucky enough to resist the strong wind.

Only the five generations of disciples in the quenching period were miserable, and their clothes were looser, and they were almost torn apart by the strong wind.

Those female disciples of the fifth generation could only curl up and hide behind people.

In addition to doubts, everyone had a slightly angry look on their faces, obviously unhappy to be summoned here under this situation.

In the midst of the cacophony of complaints, a figure landed on the altar.

The man seemed to be out of step with the world around her, and the howling wind blew on her without causing a single ripple.

"Little Aunt is here. ”

"Why did the little aunt come out. ”

When the disciples recognized the people on the stage, they all cast their eyes on it.

Yan Jiujiu was as indifferent as ever, just the bloodshot in her eyes and the tiredness on her face, which could see the pain in her heart these days.

First, he raised his eyes and looked at Ji Yintai, his eyes flowing, as if he was a little reluctant.

All the disciples also followed her gaze.

At this time, the glow in the white crane's beak has expanded into a huge pillar of light, thousands of feet high in the air, the clouds have been washed away, and the darkness is being eaten away little by little.

The disciples all felt something, and saw that the situation was abnormal today, and they expected that something big must have happened.

No one knew what was going on on the Jiyin platform, but they could guess that it was Yan Jiujiu.

No one asked, but they all agreed, and they all had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Yan Jiujiu's eyes were dilated and refocused, and he turned to the altar.

Apricot eyes swept over everyone's face.

"Little aunt, she ......"

All the disciples noticed her abnormality.

"The ghost slaying path is open, this time, everyone will go out of the mountain to try!"

The thin lips were revealed, and Yan Jiujiu's voice was not loud, but it spread far away.

Hearing this, all the disciples were stunned.

"Didn't the ghost slaying path in the past be in the third month of the polar night, this is a food breath!"

"Little aunt, this is food breath, it will die!"

"You're not mistaken!"

After losing their minds for a short time, all the disciples' faces changed drastically.

Eating breath opens the ghost slaying path, which is simply going down the mountain to die!

The ghosts under the mountain are innumerable, and under the food and breath, once the true qi is consumed, it cannot be replenished, and the secret methods and spells cannot be cast, and the only thing available is the secret technique that consumes a huge amount.

Don't say that you have killed ghosts when you go down the mountain, and after the sea of qi is exhausted, it will be a dead end.

"The light has illuminated the way down the mountain to keep you safe from the nightmares. Yan Jiujiu pursed her lips, her face a little ashen.

"This time...... As long as you live!"

With this last sentence, her voice became a little hoarse.

Under the altar, after a period of noise, it was soon quiet, and the disciples were silent.

"Why?"

Someone asked aloud, and they vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Going down the mountain, being alive, and returning to the mountain in two months is the content of this experience. Yan Jiujiu's eyes became awe-inspiring again, looking down at everyone under the altar.

The disciples looked at each other, a little overwhelmed.

It was quiet.

Just the whistling wind.

"You can go and pack your bags now, everyone leaves the mountain after two hours, you can go together, and then the mountain protection array will be closed, if you stay in the Taoist Academy, you will be severely punished!"

Her voice exudes a bit of majesty.

"Little Aunt......"

Someone in the audience couldn't help but want to ask, but when they spoke, they were shocked by Yan Jiujiu's fierce gaze, so they kept silent.

"The light only lasts for five days, and you are blessed with it!"

Leaving the last sentence, the figure on the altar was in a trance, swept up the sky, and headed towards the top of the platform.

For a time, the altar was boiling.

The disciples, either angry, confused, or confused, but without exception, after pouring out their emotions in their hearts, they all walked out towards their respective dormitories.

Although he was puzzled and angry, he could only do as he was told in the face of the little aunt's order.

An hour later, with the crowd of people, in an orderly manner, one by one figures walked out of the gate of the courtyard against the strong wind.

Fang Yang's consciousness was still stuck at the altar.

Now that he has stepped into the formation period, his spiritual power has become geometrically stronger, and after it expanded, almost half of the Dao Academy was within his sight.

"How so?"

He was surprised in his heart, and his gaze was fixed on the Jiyin platform.

In this case, if Yan Jiujiu didn't have other plans, he would definitely not believe it.

It was an incredibly wise decision

But it's too much of a coincidence.

According to the news he got from the ghost girl, the catastrophe of the Taoist Academy should be coming in the food and rest.

The Shadow Gate, Jing Tingsi, and Yuegui Mountain entered in one fell swoop, but at this moment, Yan Jiu chose to dismiss the disciples in the Taoist Academy.

Did she know......

Fang Yang felt more and more confused.

At the same time, his body in the dormitory also stood up at this time and walked out of the courtyard.

In any case, no matter how good this ending is, the hope of escaping from Lu Dwarf Mountain is even greater.

In the courtyard, Fang Yang stretched his body.

At this time, the men's dormitory was empty.

"It's time to get out of this place. ”

With a long exhale, he suddenly felt relaxed, and a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"It's like ......"

Suddenly, a low murmur came from behind, and the voice was slightly old.

Fang Yang's pupils shrank and he turned his head suddenly.

I saw behind me, and at some point, there stood an old man in a ring robe.

"It's like, like me when I was younger!"

The old man's rickety waist slowly straightened, and there seemed to be a glint in the cloudy old eyes.

An indescribable temperament emanated from him, unremarkable, yet unusually majestic.