On the edge of a dense forest next to the miasma of Death Ze Neize, Xiao Lan and the people of Qingyunmen stood there, looking at the wall of miasma with some sighs. I saw that the huge and incomparable wall of miasma was still churning and rolling like a tide, as if it had not changed since ancient times.

After a long time, Xiao Yicai suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, with a smile on his face, and said: "I really didn't expect that in today's world, there is an immortal master like Brother Xiao Lan, who is so young and has a high cultivation, which really makes me feel ashamed." ”

Xiao Lan smiled: "You are not bad, Qingyunmen's Taiji Xuanqing Dao has been cultivated to the Shangqing realm by you." ”

"I don't dare to compare Brother Xiao Lan, although I don't know what kind of exercises Brother Xiao Lan is practicing, but Brother Xiao Lan has a strong cultivation, and he shouldn't be in the Taiqing realm of this Taiji Xuanqing Dao!" Xiao Yicai smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Xiao Lan's wanton attack along the way, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The wind blowing from nowhere swept through the heavens and the earth, and there was a faint smell of desolation.

It seemed to be a little darker.

"Boom!"

There was a thunder roar in the dark clouds, and the raindrops the size of beans suddenly fell, drenching the whole world, looking at it, a gray patch, Qingyun people stood under a big tree in the forest, relying on their own cultivation to be profound, and with the help of magic weapons, they were not afraid of the heavy rain.

Zeng Shushu looked bitter and complained: "What the hell is this weather, it's really not human." ”

Lin Jingyu next to him obviously felt the same way, and said: "This dead Ze is not only unpredictable, but also dangerous and not comparable to other places. ”

Xiao Yicai suddenly said: "Neize is not more dangerous and unpredictable than Waize, and there is a devil's way to peep, all junior brothers, we are worthy of the master's life." Beware too! ”

Everyone nodded.

Skyrim, another thunderclap!

The rain had been raining for half an hour, and it still didn't stop.

When Xiao Lan flipped his hand, a huge air shield was propped up by him, blocking the top of everyone's heads, blocking all the falling rain. The people who watched it were shocked, and they didn't even bother complaining about the nasty weather brought about by the rain.

I don't know how long it took for the rain to slow down.

Collapsed, Xiao Lan took a deep breath, only to feel that the air in the forest after the rain was extremely fresh, as if it still had a hint of sweetness, seeping into the bottom of his heart.

Zeng Shushu pondered for a moment before he asked loudly, "Senior Brother Xiao." This forest is amazingly big, and there are countless poisonous insects, beasts, and all kinds of vicious things, but I am afraid that the rumored treasure is in the depths of this forest, what should we do next? ”

Before Xiao Yicai could answer, Lin Jingyu on the side said excitedly: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?" ”

Zeng Shushu looked at Xiao Yicai, only to see Xiao Yicai pondering for a while, smiling and nodding. Turn your head. He asked Xiao Lan again, "I wonder if Brother Xiao Lan is still with us?" ”

"Let's go together, before dark. This is dangerous, extraordinary, your cultivation is not enough, I advise you to be able to fight with the Tianyin Temple and the Incense Valley, which are also on the right path, the people of the Demon Gate, I am afraid that there will be a big move. Xiao Lan groaned a little. Immediately out of the voice.

"Thank you Brother Xiao Lan for reminding me!" Xiao Yicai saw that Xiao Lan was willing to go along, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, with such a super master, even if he didn't do it, it would be a deterrent to the people of the Demon Gate. At the moment, he couldn't help laughing and said, "That's fine, let's take a good look at this wild and evil land, what strange treasures have been born?" ”

Everyone was in high spirits, urging the magic weapon, turning into all kinds of light, and flying towards the depths of the forest.

Walking through the forest, in fact, there is no road at all, in addition to those tall trees, the forest is also full of dense and lush thorn shrubs, all kinds of strange flowers and plants, strange beasts and poisonous insects that have never appeared in the world outside the dead Ze, from time to time appear in front of you.

The night was falling, and it was already completely dark.

Xiao Lan followed Xiao Yicai and others from Qingyunmen to search for a long time, but he didn't even see a shadow of the rumored treasure. That's not all, but all kinds of monsters and poisonous insects in this strange forest are constantly infested, which really opened his eyes.

Among them, it is quite unbelievable, sometimes even they are in the air, flying next to a big tree, and a dead branch on the big tree suddenly turns into a gray poisonous insect, and opens its mouth to bite it.

But once or twice, it's just a matter of these strange monsters and poisonous insects everywhere in this deep forest.

In this way, although everyone relied on their own cultivation to excel, they were all outstanding talents in the various veins of Qingyunmen, and most of them survived without danger, but they couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Seeing that the night was getting darker at this moment, Xiao Yicai hurriedly beckoned everyone to rest, and just found a glade, but there was no danger in it, so a few people settled on it to rest.

Zeng Shushu cautiously walked to the side, concentrating on vigilance, and at the same time took the magic weapon Xuanyuan Sword up, lined with a faint light, carefully guarded, picking, and finally picked some dry branches back and prepared to make a fire.

Lin Jingyu watched from the side, and suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly, Zeng Shushu listened to it in his ears, glanced at him, knew his mind, and couldn't help laughing.

In the two thousand years since the establishment of the Qingyunmen faction, if you want to say that the most careful and cautious selection of firewood must be today's Zeng Shushu!

Looking back, Zeng Shushu took out the fire fold from his arms, but it rained heavily during the day, and the firewood around here was a little damp, and it took a long time to produce a lot of smoke, which lit the fire.

Xiao Lan glanced around, only to see that the dark curtain in the forest was heavy, and there were streamers flashing from time to time, which was really dangerous, and he muttered for a while, said hello to everyone, and motioned for everyone to sit around the fire. Immediately, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, touched it with his five fingers, and the spirit of the earth suddenly reappeared, turning into a huge air cover, and shrouded in the air!

Everyone knows that Xiao Lan's cultivation is unfathomable, and every time they see him make a move, there is still an indescribable shock to their hearts!

Gradually, as the night reached the depths, Xiao Lan and Qingyun sat quietly around the fire, and an air shield transformed by the spirit of the earth protected everyone present. In the deep forest, there was a flash of light from time to time, but when it approached the light mask, it disappeared inexplicably, and there seemed to be a wind blowing in the forest.

The sound of the wind was like a whimper, like a sad woman crying alone a long time ago, gently drifting through the woods, skimming the treetops, brushing the branches and leaves.

The whole dark forest, in the darkness of the night, suddenly seemed to have life, and opened its mind, allowing its descendants to sing freely and actively in its infinitely wide chest.

The night was darker, and the wind was blowing through the treetops.

The firelight swayed.

Xiao Yicai and Lu Xueqi closed their eyes and meditated, Zeng Shushu and Lin Jingyu seemed to be tired, and they were lying next to the fire in their clothes, as if they had fallen asleep. Only Xiao Lan was still sitting on the other side of the fire, not sleepy, looking at the burning flame in a daze.

In the ancient forest, it became more and more silent, and in the cold wind, it seemed that someone was in the treetops, in the distant sky, quietly sighing......

The other end of the dead ze.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Immortal Hall, was dressed in white, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky with his head held high. The night breeze in the swamp blew, blowing up his clothes and fluttering slightly, looking extraordinary, like an immortal.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the air seemed to be moist with the heavy rain just now, and the darkness filled the surroundings, but only his figure was still standing there, unruly and conspicuous.

In the darkness behind him, there was a faint sound of breathing, it was his doorman hidden in the darkness, patiently waiting for his orders in the darkness.

The Demon Sect Immortal Hall rose eight hundred years ago, and it was passed on to Yuyangzi's generation, which is already the seventh generation, and has a long history, but no one knows better than Yuyangzi himself that behind this infinite scenery, the crisis faced by the Immortal Hall.

There is no successor!

Ten years ago, in the Qingyun War, Yuyangzi was jointly promoted by the other three major factions of the Demon Sect as the presiding person, which was the most prosperous and peak moment of the Immortal Hall's reputation among the Demon Sect in the past hundreds of years. At that time, Yuyangzi was full of pride, and there were more than a dozen proud masters in his hands, all of which he had painstakingly cultivated in the past hundred years.

At that time, Yu Yangzi really thought that there was nothing in this world that would stop him, as long as he defeated the decrepit Qingyun Gate in one fell swoop, the reputation of the Immortal Hall would naturally deter the Demon Sect, and with his own strength supplemented by the help of his masters, the Immortal Hall would be the second Blood Refining Hall in eight hundred years; And he will also become the second black-hearted old man!

It's just that this kind of beautiful dream has completely come to naught on Qingyun Mountain! (To be continued.) )