Although the enemy Dao is extremely high, these Tongtian Sect disciples are all from famous families, not ordinary sect disciples, and under the horror, none of them ran away, but instead took up the magic weapon and pounced on it.

The man in black seemed to be a little anxious and impatient, and with the strength in his hand, the snatched fairy sword suddenly shone brightly, far more than the scene in the hands of the young disciple just now, but he saw the brilliance flashing, the wind roaring, and it was actually slashed down in mid-air, and a grand aura slashed straight towards everyone. All the disciples of the Tongtian Sect shouted one after another, and all of them retreated to meet the enemy. Unexpectedly, although the man's momentum was loud, it was just a bluff, and he forced everyone back a few steps with one move, not to mention fighting, and directly picked up the general who was hanging on the ground weakly, I don't know if it was already fainting, and flew away to the darkness behind.

The people of the Tongtian Sect were shocked and angry, shocked that this mysterious person killed in Hengli was so high, and angry that the generals who had arrived were robbed again. The general is a big trouble for the Tongtian Sect, and because of the relationship with the Tongtian Sect, the Tongtian Sect has long had the intention to get rid of this person, and this time he was robbed halfway, where could he endure this breath, and they chased after him at the moment.

After chasing the general, I suddenly heard a whistling, the light flashed, and shot out of the darkness, and in the eyes of everyone, as if this sword was shooting at themselves, they hurriedly paused to meet the enemy. Only Chu Tianling rushed to fly up, and a sword was flicked away, but he felt that his palm was shocked, and he couldn't help but take a step back, but the sword was also beaten by him and changed direction, and rushed straight to the sky.

And with this delay, the man in black was already like a ghost, holding the general and quickly disappeared into the darkness in front of him, and Yan Changfeng, who was fiercely entangled in the dark, suddenly roared at this moment, and someone in the dark snorted, and blood flashed.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't know whether Yan Changfeng was injured or injured the opponent, the teacher was very kind, and he didn't care about it at the moment, and rushed forward one after another. It's just that they are only halfway there, Yan Changfeng's figure has flashed out of the shadows, landed on the ground, stopped them, looking at his figure, although the flickering is unhindered, there is a little staggering under his feet, and at the same time, he gasps for breath, this moment of fierce fighting, for him, is a great consumption.

He took a moment to breathe, and immediately whispered, 'The opponent in front of him is extremely high, and there are quite a few of them, so you must not make a mistake!'

Chu Tianling and the other young disciples were all cold, they never imagined that they would encounter such a situation in this place.

Yan Changfeng stared at the darkness in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why do you care about the affairs of our Heavenly Sect?

The wind and rain were fierce, the lightning was thundering, but somehow, the darkness in the depths of the dense forest was so thick that it was like the slightest ink that could not be dissolved.

No one answered Yan Changfeng's question, only the sound of wind and rain and the wheezing sound of all the Heavenly Sect disciples, Chu Tianling quietly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Master, where did they come from?"

Yan Changfeng shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "They deliberately concealed their identities, and they didn't use their own Dao methods, so they couldn't see it for a while. ’

As he spoke, he frowned, raised his voice and shouted, "Aren't you showing up yet?"

The voice echoed far away in the dense forest, but after all, no one answered, Yan Changfeng suddenly changed color, stomped his feet and said, "Oh no, Zhongji!"

As he spoke, he flew up, and the fairy sword shone brightly, but this time it was directly around, and there was no shadow shrouded in it, obviously those people had all retreated, coming like the wind, robbing people and leaving, obviously they had a plan and planned it for a long time.

Yan Changfeng let out a long sigh and lowered his figure, Chu Tianling instructed the other disciples to continue to search around to see if they could find any clues, and asked Yan Changfeng in a low voice, "Master, what's wrong?"

Yan Changfeng had a hint of disappointment on his face, and then sighed: "Although the fight just now was hasty, I faintly feel that these people are not using the Demon Sect Dao method, and if the people in the Demon Sect save the generals, they don't have to hide. But what kind of person is there to save this demon! And there are quite a few of them, and the Tao is so high?'

With that, he frowned and pondered. Chu Tianling was silent, turned his head and looked ahead, only to see a dense forest, the future was dark, where could he see something?

But I don't know, who are those people who robbed the generals? But no matter what, Yan Changfeng walked forward and whispered to himself, it's better than falling into the hands of the Tongtian Sect......

He thought like this, on this stormy night, deep in the dense forest, his mind seemed to recall the appearance of the generals when he first saw the generals in Tongtian Peak in Tongtian Sect Mountain ten years ago.

After a long time, he sighed in the darkness and continued to walk forward. No matter what the future holds, we always have to move forward now.

At the other end of the unknown dense forest, in the depths of the darkness, there was another strange black figure looking at Yan Changfeng's group of people from afar, it was the Master of Qiushui.

His eyes seemed to be suspicious at the moment, and he looked very confused, and after thinking deeply, he still couldn't understand it. After a long time, he saw that the search range of these Tongtian Sect disciples was getting bigger and bigger, but the discerning person knew at a glance that this was already a precursor to giving up.

Sure enough, after a while, Yan Changfeng's voice had already sounded again: 'That's it, you all come back!'

The disciples of the Tongtian Sect were obviously eager to hear this, and they all walked back, and Master Qiushui watched from a distance as Yan Changfeng counted the crowd in the field, and then turned around and led the disciples to walk in the direction of the Tongtian Sect Mountain, and gradually disappeared into this dense forest.

He slowly emerged from the darkness, but his eyes drifted into the distance, looking in the direction of the mysterious group of men in black, staring deeply.

In the wind and rain, a voice seemed to whisper: 'Is there anyone still interested in him......

Thunder, lightning, wind, and rain seemed to be whistling in my ears all the time, and the confusion in my mind was so chaotic that I couldn't tell who I really was.

There seemed to be someone talking beside him, the voice was quite unfamiliar, it sounded a little anxious, and he faintly heard: "He seems to be a little wrong, can you take a look?"

A cold hand roamed over him to check, and after a moment, he was stunned, "Why is he so badly injured?"

The man next to him said angrily: "Nonsense, he is under the Pangu God Axe, do you think ......"

He didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, because at this moment a wave of dizziness hit his head, and he almost fainted, and in a daze, he only vaguely felt that the sky was still roaring, thundering.

The person next to him seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly checked, the cold breath on his hand made him sober up for a moment, and heard the man say urgently: "Oh no, his forehead is hot, I'm afraid he has a high fever......"

Do you still have a fever?

This was the general's last thought, and after that, he fainted again and lost consciousness.

There was a roar that woke him up from his unconscious, and his first reaction was that he thought it was still thunder from the sky. But somehow, although the person was somewhat awake, it was still dark in front of him, and he tried his best to open his eyes and look around, but he was stunned to find that his eyelids were still closed, and he couldn't open them.

Then, a sharp pain came, but not from his badly injured chest, but from his throat, he subconsciously moved his mouth, and screamed hoarsely and slightly: "Water ......"

There seemed to be no one around, except for him lying alone and helplessly on the ground, the thirst in his throat getting worse and worse, like a fire. His lips moved slightly, and the strength in his body moved slightly, and the consciousness in his mind seemed to be more awake.

"Ahh......h

There was a sudden silence around them, and immediately after a while, a footstep quickly approached and walked in front of the general. The general struggled to open his eyes again, but somehow, this time, the strength of his whole body was completely gone, and he only vaguely saw two figures squatting beside him, and behind the figures, there seemed to be a few black shadows. As for the faces of these people, he couldn't see any of them.

"Water ......," he whispered again.

This time, the people around him understood.

"Quick, get water, hurry. ”

Footsteps hurried, running back and forth, and after a while, someone came running, and then a cold hand carefully lifted his head, and a bowl-like thing rested against his lips.

The cool water, touching his chapped lips, moved the muscles on the minister's face, and with great effort, he opened his mouth and drank the water in one sip. The clear water entered the throat like a sweet spring into the dry land, and immediately relieved the burning pain.

The general's heart was relieved, and he immediately felt tired, and fell asleep again.

The people next to him were taken aback, and immediately someone came over to press the pulse of the general, and after a while, Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's not in the way, he is too seriously injured, and he has a fever, and his physical strength is exhausted, and there is no worry about his life at the moment." ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding figures seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then, it seemed that someone looked at the generals and sighed softly.

I don't know how much time has passed, during which the general has woken up several times, but all of them have fallen asleep immediately after waking up for a moment, and in his impression, he only remembers that there are always people waiting beside him.

In a trance, he saw many people, his parents when he was young, the innocent and beautiful senior sister, the unforgettable Ling'er, the Yamamoto Mingyue who was about to leave, and many, many people, all flickered in front of him one by one, and once, he even felt that he saw the Zhixiang and Zhishan brothers of Qinglong Temple four years ago, who were sitting beside him chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha for him.

He smiled bitterly at that time, but even he didn't know whether his wry smile could be shown on his face, perhaps, it was just a dream after all.

It's like, this upside-down life is like a dream!

Why do you chant for me?

What is the use of chanting the scriptures?

When the general was awake for a moment, he thought about it quietly in his mind, and then he fainted again.

"Knock...... Boom...... Boom...... Knock ......"

It seemed to be a low bell echoing in the sky, coming slowly, waking him up from a deep nightmare, the heavy bell, from far and near, slowly, seemed to knock into his heart.

For the first time, he didn't have the urge to open his eyes, so he just lay quietly, not thinking about it, not caring about where he was and what world was outside his body?

In the vast world, only the muffled bells are left at this moment.

"Knock...... Boom...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The bell is melodious, as if it will never stop, and it keeps ringing. He listened intently, his breathing was slow, and all his spirit was absorbed in the smooth timbre, and he never wanted to leave.