The speed once again turned the air into a fierce wind. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Jinge was blown by the wind, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

How could Su Qingxue and her people be guessed so easily?

Could the invasion of Qingyun also be an illusion that she wants the world to take seriously?!

Su Jinge stopped in a wilderness. From here, continuing eastward, passing through the territory of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, is Qingyun. Turning to the north, it is the territory of Baihemen, and then continuing to the north is Dongyao Fuguang. For some reason, the words that Su Qingxue said back then suddenly sounded in the depths of my memory.

"It's obviously in the far north, but it's called Dongyao."

These words actually have nothing to do with the things in front of him, but Su Jinge always feels important in his heart.

She stood there for a moment, then turned and sped off towards the north.

The picture I saw in the Phantom Snow Lake kept coming back to my mind. She vaguely felt that Su Qingxue's real purpose was not Qingyun, but Dongyao Fuguang.

It's just an intuition, intense to the extreme. But she didn't have a certificate. All she could do was hurry up, hurry back. Before Su Qingxue made her move, as long as Elder Taishang believed in her, things could take a turn for the better.

It was the first Supreme Elder to believe her, and it would take time to communicate with other sects for help. It will also take time for the factions to come.

She had to hurry, faster.

Flying has become the only thing in the center of her eyes at the moment. All things in heaven and earth once again turned into pieces of streamers, flying and scattering backwards by themselves. The wind didn't seem to exist, and it didn't show any resistance to her.

In the distance, several flying boats swept between the clouds and shadows.

On the top of the flying boat at the very edge, a young monk in white clothes and red scarves stretched out his finger and exclaimed, "Senior brother, look! ”

A middle-aged monk beside him turned his head, only to see an afterimage pass by, quickly disappearing into the clouds. It makes people feel like the shadow has left this world.

The middle-aged monk was stunned and muttered, "How do you go north?" ”

"Where's the people?" A few more monks came over and looked north for a long time without seeing a trace.

One of them said, "Xu is a monk who summons me. ”

As soon as the voice fell, someone immediately suspected: "The senior who sent the message arrived at our Baihemen at midnight yesterday, and now I am afraid that they have all arrived at the realm of Fuguang, how can they appear here?" ”

The middle-aged monk groaned slightly: "Don't pay attention to it, if there is really something wrong, it will be stopped by the patrolling senior brothers." ”

Several monks nodded yes, and instead of paying attention to the topic, they talked in a low voice about the danger of Qingyun. Only the young monk from before was still looking towards the north, and after a moment suddenly he suddenly said, "I wonder when Fuguang's flying boat will arrive?" ”

Someone replied: "Fuguang is located in the far north, and it will be later than us to receive the news." I'm afraid I'm still preparing at the moment. ――What do you care about? ”

The young monk did not speak, but scratched his head in embarrassment.

The middle-aged monk seemed to sense something from his expression, and said, "Senior brother, do you think that only us people have no confidence?" ”

The young monk shook his head, and nodded again.

A monk standing behind him immediately said, "Senior disciple, don't be arrogant and try your best to maximize the ambition of others. Although our Baihemen entered the Tao with medicine, it was not impossible to hold a sword. ”

The middle-aged monk looked at the young monk carefully, and saw that there was still a bit of childishness between his eyebrows. Looking at the bone age, he is not very old, and he is already a leader in building a foundation at such an age. The middle-aged monk sighed lightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid, you just need to take charge of the delivery of supplies." ”

The young monk's face turned red, and he said hurriedly: "I'm not greedy for life and afraid of death, I'm ......, I'm just a little timid." ”

Among the eight major sects, only the remaining disciples of the White Crane Sect were the least numerous, and most of them were sent to the Western Wilderness Station. Since receiving the news of the Qingyun crisis, the White Crane Sect has sent out almost all the disciples who can be dispatched. Divided into several groups to rush to Qingyun.

They are the second batch.

The flying boat was huge when it came to rest on the ground. But when they flew into the sea of clouds, these six flying boats were a little lonely and small in the boundless sky. If Fuguang's flying boat is behind, the number of human boats will always be more than doubled. At least I have some confidence in my heart.

The young monk's face was red, but his eyes were clear. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at him a little softer, "Think about why you are coming, so you won't be afraid." ”

The young monk was stunned. At first, he worshiped the White Crane Gate just for the monthly spirit stones, so that the life of the family could be richer. What is he doing now on this flying boat?

What appeared in his mind at the moment was the long and narrow alley where he had lived when he was a child. There is a banyan tree at the end of the alley, and under the tree there is always a mother-in-law sitting in the neighbor's house, and every time I see him, I always find a piece of candy or a snack. The laughter of the playmates always followed the merchant's cries, and drifted away with the wind of the summer night.

The small courtyard of the family is very small, and my sister's cradle is placed in the corner where the sun is best. Mother often sat on the sidelines, humming a soft tune. While doing the work, he stretched out his hand and shook the cradle a few times. The small dining table in the hall was lame, and the food on the table was monotonous day after day, but it was the most delicious in memory.

The memory made the corners of the young monk's lips curl slightly, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Why pedal on this flying boat? Probably for the peace of the years in the memory of that corner.

One of the monks on the side stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder, silently supporting. The little faith in his heart is infinitely magnified.

Huge flying boats silently weave through the clouds. What happened on the flying boat Su Jinge didn't know. At this moment, there was the same doubt in her heart as the young White Crane Sect monk. ――At this point, why don't you see the flying boat that is galloping to Qingyun?!

With that doubt, the uneasiness in my heart churned violently.

The wind and clouds turn day and night, and when Su Jinge approached the forest where Fuguang and the Baihemen forces were connected, he had already seen three waves of flying boats sent by Baihemen. As if the Fuguang faction had not yet received news, half of the flying boat rushing to the aid had not been seen.

Su Jinge swept through the forest between two ups and downs. From afar, I saw cooking smoke rising from the neighboring villages, and the peasants walked leisurely through the staggered fields, and occasionally chickens and dogs appeared. A piece of peace and ease inexplicably made Su Jinge's heart feel a little at ease.

When he approached the village, Su Jinge fell down again, and flew into the air again with that little force on his tiptoes. After leaping for miles, the air seemed to turn into a sheet of water, causing ripples in circles as she walked through it.

When Su Jinge sensed that something was wrong, the scene in front of her had left her no time to check if there was an enchantment behind her. The former piece of Tai'an is gone, and all that remains of the original village is a ruin.

And in front of her, the killing machine was coming towards her with a powerful coercion.

Su Jinge's body flickered, and he immediately pulled out his double hammer and spun it quickly. The whole person turned into a glowing afterimage, so that the three black-clothed monks who were besieging her had to retreat through a gap. Su Jinge quickly escaped from that mouth and retreated south.

The black-clothed Yuanying Monk was stunned, he didn't expect that the other party could move freely under his coercion. He snorted lightly, and the dust in his hand turned into thousands of silk threads, blocking Su Jinge's way.

Su Jinge's double hammer was entangled by the silk and had to stop. The footsteps stopped, but the movements of the hands did not stop. She clenched the hammer and threw it back, and the dust whisk that was so wrapped around the hammer was thrown out.

The black-clothed infant monk was caught off guard and was almost thrown out of the force together. He staggered two steps forward, and immediately let go of the whisk.

At this time, several other monks had already stabbed at Su Jinge with magic swords, and the moves were full of killing intent. Su Jinge didn't dodge, and the double hammer danced like a butterfly flying, blocking those attacks one by one. The cold light on the hammer was like a meteor, and it instantly smashed those black-clothed monks away.

The black-clothed infant monk struck again. This time, Su Jinge no longer had a surprise advantage. The disparity in strength quickly put her at a disadvantage.

This Yuanying monk did not want to fight, and the spiritual light in his hand was fierce. hit Su Jinge's knees first.

Su Jinge couldn't dodge, and his two calves suddenly felt a sharp pain. Then the pain erupted in the shoulders and abdomen, penetrating into the heart and bones. She shook a few times, but she quickly stabilized herself and threw a giant hammer out.

I have never seen the other party's blood flowing, and there is still the strength to fight back. The infant monk couldn't help but let out a surprised "huh", and then turned slightly to dodge the giant hammer that carried the momentum of wind and thunder. The cold light flickered in front of him with the sound of breaking the sky, and unexpectedly, his right arm suddenly went numb, and then the whole person was knocked out.

His heart sank, and two vines sprouted from the flip of his wrist, reaching out to the earth and firmly grasping into it.

It was not difficult to stabilize his body, but after such a shallow trick in front of this group of subordinates, and he was knocked out like this, the black-clothed Yuanying Monk was very embarrassed. The shame swirled in my heart for a moment, and it quickly turned into a rage.

The aura in his hand skyrocketed, and he easily forced Su Jinge into defeat.

This heavy blow hit the abdomen, and Su Jinge felt as if all his internal organs were shattered together, and bright red blood gushed out from his throat one after another.

The black-clothed Yuanying Monk snorted angrily, slowly raised his palm, and aimed at her Heavenly Spirit Gai.

When the palm was about to fall, someone suddenly said "Huh" from the side, as if he had just discovered something, and hurriedly stopped: "The Holy Venerable said that if you meet this person, you must spare her life." ”

The one who spoke out was a demon cultivator, and his cultivation was not high, but his speech and demeanor were neither humble nor arrogant.

The black-clothed Yuanying Monk glanced at him and said coldly: "The one surnamed Qin has soared, and the Holy Venerable doesn't owe him any life." ”

The demon cultivator smiled slightly: "The mind of the Holy Venerable is not for you and me to speculate. We just do what we are told. ”

A slight glint flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed Yuanying Monk, and he suddenly laughed, withdrew his palm and said, "Holy Venerable Xu wants this person to see the current Fuguang with his own eyes, with the hatred of the Xue Qingdai girl." ”

In the words, it seems that Fuguang is dead. Su Jinge's heart sank infinitely.

She struggled to her feet and looked at the group of blackfriars around her. Among these people, the lowest cultivation is also Jindan.

In the withered grass not far away, two monks fell upside down, and from their clothes, it could be recognized that one of them was a disciple of Qingyun, and the other was a monk of Baihemen. Farther away, countless villagers and peasants fell to the ground, all with their heads facing south and their feet facing north. It is not difficult to see that they are all going south.

At this moment, going out to report the news is the most rational and correct choice. But the strength didn't allow her to force her back.

Su Jinge walked to the dry grass, looked at the two monks who had long since lost their breath, bowed and walked towards the north.

For her actions, the black-clothed Yuanying Monk was very surprised. He thought that the other party would be furious and desperate, at least he would try to rush out to report the news.

With a disdainful chuckle on his face, the black-clothed Yuanying Monk dusted off his sleeves.

Even if he went north to seek death, it would save him the trouble of doing it.