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There are many majestic palaces and pavilions in front of Tongtian Peak, and there are also many beautiful scenery of beautiful scenery, among the famous six views of Qingyun, there are three places here, namely Hongqiao, Yunhai and Cuiping. On weekdays, it is also very lively, there are often disciples in the door walking around to cultivate, and the Yuqing Hall with a center of gravity is also on the top of the front mountain, which adds a bit of solemnity.

In contrast, the mountain behind Tongtian Peak is much quieter, as far as the eye can see, there are pines and cypresses everywhere, ancient trees are towering, except for the occasional crisp birdsong from the depths of the forest, there is almost no sound in the light mist floating. There are few people here on weekdays, and a mountain road winds forward into the depths of the forest, and I don't know where it leads, which makes it seem a little remote and mysterious.

Around noon on this day, the sun was hanging high, and after Dao Xuan dealt with many affairs at hand in the Yuqing Palace, he explained a few words to the people around him, and then quietly left, and then appeared on the mountain road behind Tongtian Peak.

Walking all the way into the forest, his expression looked solemn and even a little cold, and there was a faint trace of worry in his eyes.

After walking deep into the forest for a while, Dao Xuan saw that the mountain road in front of him suddenly divided into two roads, and a stone tablet was erected on the side of the road, which may be a little hesitant for others, but he obviously knew the terrain around here for a long time, and he didn't look at the stone tablet too much, so he turned a corner and walked towards the road on his right. On the stone tablet that stood silently behind him pointing in the direction of another mountain road, the handwriting of the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion could be faintly seen.

This road leads to another important ancestral hall of the Qingyunmen, which enshrines the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Qingyunmen ancestors of the past dynasties, which is hidden in the pine and cypress, and the eaves and pillars are solemn and heavy, and gradually appear in front of him.

In front of the main hall, there are many dead leaves and pine needles, and there is a trace of fresh forest fragrance in the air, and on the steps ahead, facing Dao Xuan is the gate of the main hall of the ancestral hall. Although it was noon at the moment, the ancestral hall of the patriarch still seemed very dim, with heavy curtains and silence, only a few candles burning silently in the gloom, emitting some light.

Dao Xuan walked over, stopped at the door, and swept his gaze over the main hall, but he didn't see a figure for a while. He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then said aloud, "Master, disciple Dao Xuan is here." ”

There was no movement in the ancestral hall, and no one responded to him, only the faint candle flame suddenly flickered a few times, as if he was a little frightened, but soon returned to normal.

Dao Xuan waited for a while, and saw that there was no reaction inside, so he called again, and after a while, from a dark depth in the ancestral hall, Tianchengzi's voice suddenly came, seemingly with a trace of tiredness and indifference, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Dao Xuan didn't dare to slack off, leaned over and saluted, and then said respectfully: "Master, the disciple is here to invite you back to the Yuqing Palace." ”

Tianchengzi said: "These **** have been here several times, haven't I made it clear to you, after I was seriously injured, my Dao heart was disordered, and the front mountain was too noisy, so I need to recuperate here." ”

Dao Xuan's eyes were even more worried, and he lowered his head and said: "Master, the rise and fall of the Qingyun Sect is tied to you alone, and the prestige of the disciples is insufficient. The reputation of the disciple is small, but if he misses the Qingyun sect, he will die and cannot be redeemed. I implore Master to return to the mountain to regain control of the overall situation and make decisions for me. ”

Tianchengzi was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "But someone is dissatisfied with your handling of big and small matters?" ”

Dao Xuan was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not true, it's just ......"

Tianchengzi interrupted him and said, "In that case, what do you have to worry about, don't say it anymore, I won't go back." ”

Dao Xuan was dumbfounded, looking at the dim hall in front of him, between the candles behind the heavy curtains, there were rows of solemn and solemn spirit cards, as if they were all like majestic giants, looking at him coldly. His lips trembled slightly, a trace of deep but helpless anxiety flashed under his eyes, and when he wanted to try to say something again, he suddenly heard a violent wheezing sound from the depths of the hall, and after a while, it seemed that something suddenly fell to the ground, and there was a crisp echo.

"Ding......

A small black creature gurgled out of the shadows, spun around in a large circle on the ground, and shook a few more times before it came to a standstill and stopped on the ground of the ancestral hall.

Dao Xuan looked at it, and saw that the thing on the ground was like a small round iron cover, black and swarthy, and there was nothing strange about it, and it was also dim when it stopped there.

At this time, Tianchengzi's voice suddenly came again, and his tone became a little indifferent, "What are you still doing over there?" ”

Dao Xuan's face changed slightly, and after gritting his teeth, he didn't dare to say anything more, so he lowered his head and retreated. When he walked down the stone steps and turned back, he couldn't help but look back, only to see that the solemn and heavy hall seemed to fall into silence again, and he didn't see the figure of the teacher from beginning to end, and at this moment it seemed to be hidden in the darkness, becoming more and more blurred.

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Wan Jian and the other five walked in the desert for a few more days, only to feel that the climate ahead was getting drier and drier, and the loess Gobi on the ground had gradually begun to transform into a complete desert, and it seemed that they should be close to the entrance of the wilderness. The Northwest Wilderness is a famous dangerous and fierce place in the world, and it is also the place where the Demon Cult originated in legend, and since ancient times, it has been said that there are countless dangerous places in the wilderness, and outsiders can almost never go deep into it.

On this day, Wan Jianyi and the others suddenly found that there were a large number of figures in front of them, and they were all from the Demon Sect.

The five of them were all taken aback, because the remnants of the Demon Sect they saw along the way were obviously disheartened, and most of them were in small groups, and it was rare to see such a large group assembled. And the position seemed to be at the edge of the entrance into the wild desert, which seemed to add a bit of subtlety.

On this marginal area, there are almost no mountains, and there are no woods and grasses, but sand dunes with fine sand are beginning to appear. Wan Jian and the others found a sand dune and looked at it from a distance.

After looking at it for a while, Wan Jianyi spoke: "Looking at the situation over there, it is a bit like the people of the Ghost King Sect in the Demon Sect. ”

Cang Song, who was lying beside him, looked at it for a while, and faintly heard some crying sounds coming from the Ghost King Sect, so he whispered to Wan Jian: "Senior Brother Wan, have you noticed that the people in there seem to be in a hurry, as if something has happened?" ”

"Hmm." Wan Jian bowed slightly, but after a moment of silence, he still said categorically: "Forget it, let's not meddle in things, it's important to get down to business, let's go." ”

The rest of the people had no objections, so the five of them quietly descended the sand dune, directly made a big bend to avoid the chaotic and chaotic Ghost King Sect team here, and continued to move forward. It didn't take long for me to feel that the temperature outside me suddenly began to rise, the scorching sun was in the sky, the yellow sand was long, and I was already in the middle of a wild desert.

The endless desert seems to stretch to the horizon, and countless sand dunes of all sizes are scattered in the desert, and when the wind blows, it is a field of wind and sand.

At the same time, when the five people of Qingyunmen took a brave step and went straight into the mysterious wilderness, among the people and horses of the Ghost King Sect on the border of the wilderness, there was a gloomy cloud, everyone wailed and cried, the white flags were erected, and Xiao Wan knelt down in front of a tent in the middle of the tent, just howling and crying.

At the second watch last night, the ghost king, who was highly respected and famous in the Holy Sect, was seriously injured and could not recover, and finally passed away suddenly.

The Ghost King Sect was like a mourner, and immediately stopped the pace of marching, and the Ghost King, who originally acted as the sect master, passed on the disciples to ten thousand people, and even more thanked the teacher for his kindness, and cried several times in front of the teacher's body and fainted, and he couldn't be a director.

The Ghost King Sect was in chaos, and everyone was in danger, and soon it also alarmed the nearby Holy Sect fellow sects, and some people with status and status rushed to mourn.

The four holy envoys of the Demon Sect soon came to the camp of the Ghost King Sect, Qinglong first went to the spiritual seat to offer incense, and then came over to lift the white cloth covering the face of the Ghost King, and finally glanced at the remains of the Ghost King, and then sighed, his expression was gloomy, and said: "The hero is gone, and the Holy Sect is declining." ”

After that, he turned his head to look to the side, only to see that Xiao Wan knelt down on the side of the spirit in a sackcloth cloth, and after only a few days of not seeing him, the whole person looked like he had lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets were deep, and his spirit seemed to be exhausted in an instant. Qinglong shook his head and walked over to him.

And behind Qinglong, the other three holy envoys also stepped forward to salute incense, but compared to Qinglong, except for the Suzaku who was dressed in black and masked with a black scarf, he couldn't see the changes in his face, and the expressions on the faces of Baihu and Xuanwu seemed to be a little subtle, of course, it couldn't be joy, but it didn't seem to see much sadness. After seeing the remains of the ghost king, the two glanced at each other, and slowly walked to a secluded place, and after a while, Suzaku also came over.

Seeing that there was no one around for the time being, Xuanwu suddenly said softly in a voice that only Baihu and Suzaku could hear: "I used to do some things in my early years that I couldn't see the light, do you know these things?" ”

Baihu glanced at him and said, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

Xuanwu smiled, his face did not change much, but his voice was a little softer, and he said, "The face of the Ghost King Sect Master has been dealt with by someone." ”

White Tiger and Suzaku turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and Xuanwu shrugged his shoulders but didn't say anything more.

After a while, the white tiger frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Xuanwu said lightly: "I guess our senior sect master, I'm afraid it didn't pass away last night. ”