Under the urging of the Demon Sect Envoy, the entire Demon Punishment Hall sped up, and the news was quickly transmitted through the post station of the Wen Sword Sect.

The three teams, numbered Firebird 14, 15, and 17, received the news in less than two hours, and after hastily making preparations, they rushed to the area of Baokuang Village.

Hour after hour passed, and Mo Junrong in the Demon Punishment Hall walked back and forth around the ring-like map.

The other cultivators in the hall looked at the appearance of the Demon Destroyer, and exchanged words with each other, guessing what the characteristics of the team that went to Baokuang Village were.

After the three rescue teams arrived at Baokuang Village, they questioned the villagers and found that the team in front had already reached the nearby peak.

They searched the nearby mountain peaks and soon found the body outside the mine, where they found a large number of signs of fighting.

There were five bodies on the ground, all of which were already in tatters.

Most of the flesh and bones were cut out, very similar to the team that had been involved before.

Obviously, all this is the work of evil cultivators, but they have never caught the right master.

Realizing that it was too late, the cultivators of the rescue team could only pay silent tribute and then discuss what to do next.

"It's not appropriate to let them expose their corpses in the wilderness, so let's find a place with good feng shui to bury. ”

"I think we should take them back and leave them to their respective sects. ”

"I'm in favor of taking them back. There is no way for the team that disappeared before, and the team that found the body is not all brought back. ”

"Okay, let's take them back to the Demon Palace. ”

It took them another day or so to take the Heavenly Boat back to the Demon Punishment Hall from Baokuang Village.

Although among the three teams, there are Falling Frost Pavilion disciples who have been releasing cold qi to protect the corpses from decay.

But it had been quite a while since death, and a faint stench began to emanate from the corpses.

A day later, three teams carried five stretchers and solemnly walked along the mountain road to the entrance of the Demon Punishment Palace.

One of them walked into the main hall and bowed to the cultivators inside: "Demon Destroyer, the team that asked for help earlier has been found, but"

Mo Junrong walked back and forth in the main hall for two days and two nights, looking haggard and pale.

When he heard the words of the comer, he immediately rushed up and grabbed the other party's shoulder, and yelled at the top of his voice: "It's just what."

Say it quickly, just what"

The man was startled by the Demon Destroyer's reaction, and then slowly lowered his head.

He said in a low voice: "Everyone has been brought back, you better go and see for yourself." ”

Mo Junrong shook off the person in front of him and rushed to the outside of the main hall.

The cultivators of the three rescue teams stood on either side, and in the middle were placed five stretchers, which were covered with white cloth.

Judging from the shape of the white cloth bulge, there must be human corpses underneath, some of which seem to be mutilated, and there must be a lot of parts missing.

Seeing the number of stretchers, Mo Junrong was stunned for a moment, but he quickly put away this expression and re-revealed his nervousness and sadness.

He clearly remembered that Mo Feng'er's team had a total of four people, two men and two women, and Mo Feng'er was counted among the two women.

But now there are five corpses, what is going on, where did the extra one come from?

He immediately thought of Lin Zou, could it be that Lin Zou lost his hand and died with Mo Feng'er

If Lin Zou really missed, then his next plan would be affected.

Anyway, let's play the trick now and see who the extra people are.

Thinking of this, Mo Junrong slowly squatted in front of the stretcher, stretched out his slightly trembling hand, and slowly lifted the white cloth on the stretcher.

A tattered man's corpse appeared in front of him, judging from his clothes, he should be a disciple of a certain sect of Demon Righteousness.

Mo Junrong stopped moving, making his arm tremble more violently, and then slowly lifted the second piece of white cloth.

It was a corpse whose face had been mutilated, and the flesh of the body had been drained, leaving only the mutilated bones supporting the dry skin.

Judging from the clothes and decorations, it should be a woman.

But Mo Junrong knew that this was not Mo Feng'er, because when Mo Feng'er set off that day, she should be wearing the Wenjian Sect's uniform.

He continued to move his arm, slowly lifting the third white cloth, which was already revealing a shoulder without an arm before it was finished.

The muscles of the broken arm are still there, and the clothes wrapped around the side are also very familiar.

Mo Junrong immediately understood that under this piece of white cloth was Mo Feng'er.

He quickly brewed his emotions and was ready for acting.

The white cloth was completely lifted, and Mo Feng'er's pale and bloodless face was revealed in front of him.

Mo Junrong took a sharp breath of cool air, and suddenly sat down on the ground, and his whole person trembled violently as if he had been hit by an electric arc.

"Feng Feng Er Feng Er"

He roared, ignored the dust on the ground, climbed forward with his hands and feet, and reached out to pick up Mo Feng'er's body.

As soon as he picked up the corpse, he smelled a slight putrid smell, which was the result of the length of time the corpse had been in place.

But at this time, you can't care about the taste.

He hugged Mo Feng'er tightly and cried, tears falling like a torrential rain, and heart-rending shouts kept echoing.

"Feng'er, I shouldn't have let you go

We said we were going to get married, why did you just leave like this

Feng'er, wake up, I'll take you to see the prepared bride price, wake up."

The cultivators standing on the side were silent one by one, gritting their teeth and shaking their throats, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

Only then did they know why the Demon Destroyer was so anxious, it turned out that there was his fiancée in the team that went to Baokuang Village.

Mo Junrong's hoarse cry moved everyone.

The other cultivators in the Demon Punishment Hall also ran out and stood quietly on the side to watch the silent mourning.

The soft person in the center couldn't help but wipe away tears.

The strong and righteous demon envoy on weekdays didn't expect to encounter such a sad thing, which is really unfair.

A few cultivators paused for a moment, then turned around to find the elders of the Wen Sword Sect and informed them of the bad news.

In less than half an hour, there was a light in the Wen Sword Sect.

Thousands of disciples and dozens of elders of the sect were all alarmed, and even the sect leader Dao Hua personally rushed over.

On the hillside in front of the Demon Punishment Palace, more and more people gathered here.

The atmosphere of sadness spread among the crowd, the air became unusually quiet, and only Mo Junrong's wails in the middle could be heard.

The sun shines on the mountain, shining brightly, but with a bone-chilling coldness.

Sect Master Blade Hua looked at it for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked Elder Blade Wind on the side: "Mo Feng'er and Mo Junrong are both apprentices under your name."

Slash Wind nodded in acknowledgement, he understood what the sect master meant.

Mo Junrong, as a demon envoy, must not be devastated by this blow, and the righteousness of the demon is indispensable to his role model.

Nowadays, only oneself is the master, who is the most suitable to help the apprentice get out of the haze.

His somewhat fierce old face, full of worry and sympathy, slowly walked behind Mo Junrong.

"Junrong, the master has never known about the matter between you and Feng'er, and the master is at fault. ”

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