The closer the Yitong Trading Company convoy approached the Deer Demon Tribe, the more everyone felt that something was wrong.

The normally vibrant forest became silent, and not even a single flying insect could be seen, let alone those large beasts, and Li Yunyi, who was keenly aware of the six senses, vaguely felt that there was an evil aura in front of him rushing straight into the sky, which was disgusting.

Walking through the last bend of this dense forest trade road, a small basin appeared in front of everyone, and you can see that this was once an unusually lush demon tribe, and from a distance, there were nearly a thousand small tents in a ring around the altar in the middle of the tribe.

However, at this moment, the tribe was empty, and the residence of the deer demons was intact.

Only the altar in the center of the tribe was piled up with hundreds of deer demon corpses, emitting a foul smell, and the sky-high death air attracted a large number of scavenging animals in the mountains, hovering over the altar like dark clouds, enjoying this gluttonous feast.

Rao is steward Xue, who has seen strong winds and waves, and when he sees such a tragic situation in the distance, he can't help but feel terrified.

At this moment, I am afraid that a needle will fall to the ground, and everyone in the caravan can hear it clearly.

At this time, the leader of the caravan guard, the bearded strong man, took the lead in coming back to his senses, stepped forward and whispered to Steward Xue, only to see Steward Xue groaning slightly, nodding, and beckoning everyone to gather over, apparently to ask for everyone's opinions.

"The big guy has already seen the situation below, and Xue doesn't say much, although he has seen some storms and waves over the years, but it is the first time he has seen such a tragic scene, Xue suggested that we continue to move forward and bypass this ominous place."

Although Steward Xue's face was pale, he was quite calm.

At this time, the three women in the scattered cultivation interjected in a low voice: "Shouldn't we go down to investigate, if there are surviving demon clans, can we... ”

Before she finished speaking, she was stopped by her brother with a soft shout, ignoring her angry gaze, and the man who obviously looked much more mature said: "My sister has just left the house, she is not very sensible, we have more than one thing is better than one less, I think it is better to leave in time." ”

Li Yunyi nodded and agreed.

The young swordsman and the guard of the mysterious carriage were also equally unrestricted, they were not children, and they were obviously unwilling to wade into this troubled water, in case they provoked something that should not be provoked, they would be in trouble.

Seeing that an agreement was reached, Steward Xue nodded with satisfaction, and hurriedly ordered the convoy to set off immediately, and after a short time, they were far away from this strange place.

After a peaceful day, the experienced caravan once again found a suitable place to camp, settled down, and the depressed emotions gradually dissipated in the campfire and food, and everyone resumed their usual laughter.

Li Yunyi sat by the fire, holding a wooden stick in his hand and fiddling with the fireworks dancing in front of him for a while, but his mind drifted to the demon tribe that had been left behind.

He felt familiar with the intense and unusual death air, but he couldn't figure out where it came from.

At this time, a person suddenly sat down beside him, interrupting his contemplation, it was the elder brother of the scattered siblings, after many days of getting along, Li Yunyi knew that this person was called Cai Junfa, and his sister, the lively girl, was named Cai Liyan.

"Brother Li, are you thinking about the deer demon tribe's suffering?"

Li Yunyi replied, "Oh? Could it be that Brother Cai saw something that couldn't be done? ”

Cai Junfa shook his head and said, "I don't dare to say anything about it because I am only a lowly cultivator, but I feel that the situation is somewhat similar to some events in history." ”

Seeing Li Yunyi's puzzled looks, Cai Junfa continued: "Back then, there was a force that plagued the land of Sanzhou, and everywhere it went, not a single inch of grass grows, and people and animals were sucked dry and died, this force once slaughtered more than ten cities in the mortal world overnight, and the three medium-sized immortal cultivation sects were also murdered... ”

When Cai Junfa said this, Li Yunyi had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he finally understood where the inexplicable familiarity came from, he patted his head and sighed lightly: "Disaster in the ghost country!" ”

Cai Junfa nodded approvingly, "It is the disaster of the ghost country, when the ghost country ravaged the land of Sanzhou, both human cultivation and demon beasts were miserable, but these ghost cultivators were cruel and unreasonable, and they were extremely cunning, and they escaped from the ascension to heaven many times and did not hurt the roots." ”

"If it weren't for the fact that the elder of your sect, Beigong Shengjie, found the trace of the ghost mother, fought with it for three days and three nights, and slashed a strong enemy, causing the ghost country dragons to collapse without a leader, the chaos of the ghost country would not be so easy to quell."

Cai Junfa then sighed: "It's a pity that the heroes of Beigong Shengjie's generation are extremely talented, but they are lost in the hands of such ghosts. ”

Beigong Shengjie is the grandfather of Beigong Nianqin's senior sister, and he is also one of the most dazzling existences in the history of the Sword Sect for thousands of years.

It is not the first time that Li Yunyi has heard someone praise the heroic deeds of Beigong Shengjie, there is a stone statue in the outer gate hall of the Sword Sect, with a handsome face and flying clothes, holding a heavy fairy sword, and a heroic posture.

It is said that the original intention of Sister Nianqin's use of the heavy sword was to pay tribute to her powerful grandfather.

Li Yunyi inexplicably thought of a sentence he heard from somewhere in his previous life, from a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, "I hope that today's young people will work hard, you must know that this country is not easy to come by, every inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood." ”

Thinking of this, Li Yunyi clenched his fists lightly.

The two of them pondered for themselves, and there was no more speech.

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Late at night, after everyone had rested, Li Yunyi, who was lying in the tent, opened his eyes, summoned his flying sword, and prepared to go back to find out.

However, when he walked out of the tent, there was already a person waiting outside, Li Yunyi looked fixedly, it was Cai Junfa who had talked before, and saw this young casual cultivator smile and said, "Brother Li, why don't you go together?" ”

Although Li Yunyi couldn't figure out his purpose, it was good to have someone to take care of him, so he nodded calmly.

So the two of them quietly left the camp, but in the corner where they couldn't see, a petite figure sneakily followed them, like a thief.

"Why does Brother Cai need to come to this troubled water together?" Li Yunyi asked puzzled halfway.

Cai Junfa is not a sword cultivator, and he has no ability to fly with the sword, but he just took out a strange talisman and slapped it on his body, and suddenly his body was as light as a swallow and flew vertically, rushing back and forth at the top of the dense forest, and the speed was not slower than Li Yunyi, who was flying with the sword.

Cai Junfa smiled and said, "Brother Li, just think I'm curious." ”

Li Yunyi didn't say anything anymore, he didn't care about other people's purposes, but since he was suspected of being in turmoil with the remnants of the Ghost Country, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, he couldn't stand idly by.

Otherwise, how to face the heroic spirit of the Elder Beigong when he returns to the sect in the future.