"Really?"

A voice without a trace of emotion sounded in Teng Yunhai's ears, and he looked back sluggishly, only to see Wu Daozi standing behind him at some point.

"Senior Wu Daozi, I ......" Teng Yunhai's tongue was knotted, sweat had wet his back, and he was nervous.

In front of Wu Daozi, he couldn't have any thoughts in his heart, he didn't even escape, he couldn't move on his feet, so he could only let Wu Daozi deal with it.

This is the strength of the strong, this is the strength of Wu Daozi, the deterrence brought by a Void Stage monk, he didn't do anything, Teng Yunhai didn't dare to do anything.

"Damn it!"

Wu Daozi didn't look at Teng Yunhai, and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, Teng Yunhai's eyes were pitch black, and then he died silently, his body lost his soul, like a kite with a broken string, falling towards the ground.

Just one sentence, Teng Yunhai died.

Wu Daozi had a thought, and went directly to the place where Zhang slowly exploded, and he saw the white light that retreated like a tide, condensed into an oval sphere, like a silkworm cocoon.

After the white cocoon was formed, it suddenly lost the ability to fly and fell towards the ground.

Wu Daozi held the white cocoon with one hand, and his face showed a look of distress, "It's really a reckless child, and he blew himself up again, even if he has a special physique, he won't be wiped out, but this is equivalent to rebuilding his skills, when can he be more stable?"

The white cocoon is wrapped in Zhang slowly.

Despite saying this, Wu Daozi's tone did not blame at all, only a strong sense of distress, Zhang slowly was his first true disciple, and his heart was naturally tight, that is, this child likes to blow himself up at every turn.

This is also Zhang slowly daring to walk the hole card of the Great Wilderness, and he blew himself up with one hand, which made the demon beasts of the Great Wilderness frightened, and he easily did not dare to provoke Zhang slowly, otherwise how could a Yuan Infant monk stay in the Great Wilderness for so long?

After a while, Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng rushed over, and after seeing Wu Daozi, their faces showed a hint of relief, but when they saw the white cocoon, their eyes showed a dignified look.

Sure enough, the senior sister still blew herself up, this ......

Thinking about what happened on this trip, they were all very sad in their hearts, the losses of the Qingtian Sect were really too heavy.

"It's too late for the teacher!!" Wu Daozi looked at the two scarred disciples in front of him, and said categorically, "One counts as one, none of them can escape, besides, don't worry, the other disciples have been taken over by the elders of the Qingtian Sect, I didn't see Song Yu in that group of disciples just now, have you seen it?"

Xinglou's face changed, and he shook his head and said, "We didn't see him, he should be among them! Could it be that something happened?"

Everyone hurriedly rushed back, and after asking about the situation, they found that Song Yu jumped out desperately in order to stop the pursuers behind him, just like those disciples who jumped out of the foundation building period, they never came back, and they had already sacrificed.

"Impossible!" Xinglou's eyes turned red, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Didn't I let him stay well? Why did you jump out?"

This is not to accuse Song Yu, but he can't accept this matter, he knows very well in his heart that a disciple in the foundation building period jumped into the enemy, what does it mean, this is a sheep into the mouth of a tiger, but he still doesn't want to admit it.

"Don't panic, let's look for it again, as long as we don't see the body, maybe it's still alive. Zhou Qingfeng said tremblingly, "If we can't find the little junior brother, how can we explain to Hongling?"

"That's right! Hongling can't live without her father!" Xinglou wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said firmly.

"Go ahead!" Wu Daozi said aloud.

Even though the elders of the Optimus Sect had searched back and forth more than a dozen times, they would definitely not miss a surviving disciple of the Optimus Sect, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, although this hope was very slim.

If he didn't have to settle everyone, he would also search for Song Yu's traces, every disciple, he regarded him as a child, although he had never said this, but he had already decided so in his heart.

So Xinglou and Zhou Qingfeng followed the route that everyone flew over, looking for Song Yu's traces.

In the end, they found a deep pit, with shapeless flesh in the pit, and the remains of the flying insect scattered around it, and blood stains all over the ground, all of which showed that this was the place where Song Yu fell, and the meat mud in the pit was likely to be Song Yu's corpse.

Falling from a height of 10,000 meters, even if it is a disciple in the foundation building period, there is no way to leave a whole corpse.

"No ......"

Xinglou couldn't control his emotions anymore, Douda's tears rolled down from his eyes, how much he hoped that the scene in front of him was not true, how much he hoped that it was himself who died, anyway, he had no relatives and no worries.

Zhou Qingfeng silently burned the meat paste in the pit into ashes, put the ashes into a small jar, and held the small jar tightly, his lips were already white, and he looked at the front a little sluggishly.

He didn't show too much emotion, but his sadness was no less than that of Xinglou.

Zhou Qingfeng said word by word: "This revenge is not a gentleman." ”

After a short rest, the group of Qingtian Sect flew towards the location of the sect, and everyone had sad emotions on their faces, and the gloomy atmosphere always lingered in everyone's hearts.

No one shouted for revenge, but the weapons in their hands had already been wiped off.

Returning to the Qingtian Sect, the news of this trip quickly spread throughout the entire sect.

On this day, the Qingtian Sect was not bustling, and when night came, people came to the square at the foot of Yaoguang Mountain, and set up candles, and they watched the swaying of the candles, and clenched their fists tightly.

This was the heaviest loss suffered by the Optimus Sect since its founding, and almost half of the leaders of the younger generation were killed and many were injured.

This matter will definitely not end like this, this is the thought of every Qingtian Sect monk, they want to make the enemy pay for the blood debt, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Crazy Sword Gate, the Wa Kingdom, and the Shura Palace, none of them can escape.

On Yaoguang Mountain, there is a small courtyard with a peach tree in the courtyard.

This is Song Yu's favorite place to meditate and cultivate, sitting under the peach tree, listening to the sound of the leaves rubbing in his ears, and the trace of boredom in his heart will also dissipate.

Cultivation is something he likes, but day and night, that trace of like, it is inevitable that there will be slackness, the reason why he persevered, not only relied on persistence, but also the company of the peach tree.

Although Peachtree can't speak, he has already regarded the other party as a friend, this is his cultivation career, and he has never been lonely.

At this moment, under the peach tree, there was a little girl in a red dress, and the stone table next to her was full of her favorite pastries, but she didn't eat a bite, just stared blankly at the small jar in her hand.

The moonlight shone on her face, casting a shadow on the other side, and also on her heart.

Time passed quietly, she sat like this, the time had come late at night, the spring breeze was blowing the leaves, as if it was accompanying her.