Besides, the elders of the Qinghai Sect, under the continuous persistence, had no choice but the huge gap between the number and the strength was finally wiped out by the demon clan. Despite this, the demon clan still won this victory at the cost of three demon kings and countless demons.

A place of smoke rises, and the beacon fires are in the sky.

Coincidentally, except for the Qinghai Sect, all the remote sects in the land of Jiuzhou were more or less attacked by the demons, and countless small sects were destroyed overnight.

Since the targets of the demons here are all small sects in remote places, and the actions are all vigorous and resolute, the news has not radiated out quickly for a while, but it can be expected that a catastrophe that will sweep the continent is coming.

Countless demonic mist swirled, mixed with the breath of flesh and blood in the air, converging into a torrent that slowly sank into the earth in all directions. Then wisps of pure demonic qi rose from the earth again, giving back to the demons everywhere, and after absorbing these demonic qi, the demonic people became more and more powerful.

At this moment, Xu Xiaojing and his party didn't know the arrival of the storm at all, and they still didn't know how long to move towards the Heavenly Desolation Sect.

At this moment, on the flying boat, in a delicate small pavilion, a trace of demonic mist suddenly rose, and in the middle of the demonic fog sat a figure, as the wisps of demonic mist submerged, the breath of this figure began to become stronger and stronger, and finally did not stop until the peak of the Soul Melting Realm. The figure stood up, stretched, and muttered with a flash of red light in his eyes, "Good seedling, but I didn't waste my true demonic energy." ”

At the same time, Qin Yu in the other small pavilion also opened his eyes, and there was also a red light flashing in his eyes: "It's in the middle of metamorphosis, it's a good feeling, but it's still a little too slow, it seems that you have to speed up the pace." After speaking, he looked ahead, and a strange smile crossed his face: "Brother Xiaojing, don't worry, I won't let you wait too long." ”

The direction Qin Yu was looking at was the small pavilion where Xu Xiaojing was living at the moment, and Xu Xiaojing, who was cultivating at the moment, seemed to sense something, and opened his eyes: "Why are you a little restless, you always feel like something is going to happen." ”

After feeling it, Zichen Sword was still in a state of silence, and in the Hanhai Qiankun Ring, the little white ball was still asleep. Looking at the cute and cute little white ball, Xu Xiaojing's mood was much better, looking at the scene of speeding by outside the window, she settled down and devoted herself to cultivation again.

Zhongzhou, the ethereal cloud sect, the pavilion of forgetting worries, a pretty figure sitting in the pavilion, ten fingers caressing, a Xiaoxiang song echoes in this red dust.

The light yarn tent is raised everywhere, the clouds and mist are ethereal in all directions, a pavilion, a piano, a song of Xiaoxiang, and a dream forgets worries.

The sound of the piano is like a dream and a fantasy, a leaf is windy, and the red dust is rolling. The strings move for three points, the bones are three points, a song, tears break the intestines, endless piano sounds, endless lovesickness.

Suddenly, a figure stood in the pavilion as if it appeared out of thin air, standing beside this figure.

"Are you thinking about him again?"

Hearing this sound, the girl tapped the strings of the piano, and the music stopped for a while.

"No?"

"But I haven't said who it is?"

The girl was silent for a while, her eyes looked into the distance, her eyes were full of endless thoughts, and she said, "Master, do you think he is doing well now? ”

The girl leaned on the old man beside her, and the old man reached out and stroked her long hair, and sighed: "He has his fate, and your fate with him is not over, and there will be a day of goodbye, and all you have to do now is to cultivate hard, so that when you meet again, it will not cause him too much drag." ”

"Now you have digested eighty percent of the potency of the blue water golden lotus, but if you can't step through this level and can't sink this heart, you won't be able to take that step. The old man continued.

"The apprentice knows it, but although the name of this Forget Worry Pavilion is to forget the worries, but this is not a worry, how can the disciples forget it when they say forget it?" The girl was in tears for a while.

"Alas... The old man sighed and said secretly in his heart: "Since ancient times, it has been difficult, and now the catastrophe is about to start, and the teacher has to use some means." Apprentice, don't blame the teacher. ”

The old man looked at the tearful man in his arms, and his eyes were a little reluctant, and after hesitating for a while, he finally stretched out an index finger and tapped it on the girl's forehead.

The girl fell asleep slowly in surprise, only to feel that she had slept for a long time, for a long time, and had a long dream, in which there was him, a hometown, and a distant place. But it was like flowing water that passed in front of me, and I couldn't grasp it, and after all, a bright light entered the dream, and everything suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her was the loving face of her master, and there was nothing else since.

"Master, why am I sleeping here?"

The old man looked at the girl, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly reined in and said, "Maybe you have been cultivating too hard recently, you are tired in the pavilion, and the master has already prepared a spiritual soup for you, and you can drink it later." ”

There was a hint of doubt in the girl's eyes, as if she had lost something, but she couldn't remember anything.

The old man couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned to leave. The girl didn't notice that the old man's steps became more and more faltering, and his already gray hair became a little grayer.

Since then, the white-clothed Holy Son of the Ethereal Cloud Sect is still the same white-clothed Holy Son, but everyone feels that this Holy Son seems to have become a little colder than before, but the speed of cultivation is also a little faster than before.

All these girls don't know at all, he only knows that he must be a man in front of people, and only when he goes to the Valley of Forgetting Worries and returns to the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries can he take off this seat of men's clothes and put on her women's clothes. She didn't know why, all she knew was that she seemed to be waiting for someone, and that her women's clothes were for that person. But who was that man, and why couldn't he remember?