On the mountainside of Qishan Mountain, there is a square platform of about 120 zhang wide and 120 zhang long, and there is a mountain road about 10 zhang wide in the east and west and south directions of the platform, and there is a stone wall in the north.

At this time, there are about 30 people standing sparsely on this platform, and these 30 people are divided into several small circles, and each of these small circles is headed by a few people, if you look closely, three of them have the most people, there are as many as seven or eight people, faintly occupying the entrance of the three mountain roads. The seven people led by the middle-aged man were also here, and at this time they happened to occupy the entrance of a mountain road to the east.

In this way, it seems that several unsociable loose cultivators are even more invisible. And this scene is just a small microcosm of the cultivation world, where it is difficult to cultivate and the sect is arrogant.

The small circle that occupies the entrance to the mountain road to the west is a group of monks from the Baozhu Kingdom dressed as ascetics, led by a young monk with a strange and ugly appearance, with a deep head and long fingers, a nose and a throat, a bent waist and a chest, and a skin like paint. This dignity naturally attracted countless glances, and the monk was bare-armed, his eyes closed, unmoved.

Finally, there is a group of sword-wielding warriors, cold and not like living people, standing neatly behind a brocade robe boy like a stake, this brocade robe boy wears a robe that is not so luxurious, and it is not as good as the outfit of the man in white, but once the two are compared, there is really too much difference in bearing, and the good deeds of the boy in white have become a fledgling chick, revealing a small family spirit.

The brocade-robed boy carried his hands behind his back, and after his gaze wandered over everyone, he finally landed on a petite figure, and asked with a smile: "Miss Sui, why are you so embarrassed?"

The woman he called Miss Sui snorted coldly and did not speak.

The boy in the brocade robe didn't care, and continued with a smile: "If you want to come to Qishan, you have to pass through Luo Bu Naoer, isn't Miss Sui hunting in Luo Bu Naoer, is it that she was pecked by a goose today?"

The woman's face was hidden in a black shadow that seemed to be absent, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she finally spoke: "What if I planted it?"

The brocade-robed boy who was called Wan Yanhong smiled, "I don't want to do anything, I'm just a little curious about who can force Miss Sui to cross the land tornado to get out." ”

The woman's voice suddenly froze, "The surname is Wanyan, what are you pretending to be stupid at this time!"

Wan Yanhong's eyes were slightly cold, "Do you think I sent someone to do it?"

The woman said coldly: "Who else will have the supernatural power besides you?"

Wan Yanhong was stunned, "You mean that person will have the magic power to rise to the top?"

The woman stopped talking.

The smile on Wan Yanhong's face disappeared, and finally became expressionless.

The conversation between the two was shielded by vitality, and no one else could naturally hear it. At this time, the woman standing next to the middle-aged man in the east suddenly turned her head and glanced at Yan Hong and the two, also expressionless.

Standing in front of the woman, the tall middle-aged man who had just completely covered her did not look back, and suddenly said, "It's Xiao Yu." ”

The woman's gaze swept over, and then she nodded slightly.

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Xiao Yu and Murong were still walking unhurriedly on the way to Qishan, and the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention what they had just said. Xiao Yu opened the topic and said: "Speaking of the cultivation world, I have seen many disciples of the great sects, Qiu Ye Zhenren is the first disciple of the Taoist Sect, needless to say, there is also Gongsun Zhongmou, the first disciple of the Sword Sect, the young pavilion master of the Tianji Pavilion, Lan Yu, Mo Feng, Qin Mumian, Zhang Xueyao, Qiuyue Zen Master, Liumian, and the former Qiu Si are also counted as one, every time I see them, it seems that they are involved in the grassland situation or the general trend of the world, I think other cultivators in the cultivation world should not be like this, right?"

Murong nodded and said, "After all, they are going to take power in their respective sects in the future, and these things can be regarded as a kind of experience, as for other powerless cultivators, they generally just focus on cultivation and seek power through cultivation." After all, there are still very few people who are dedicated to asking the way of heaven. ”

Xiao Yu said slowly: "Then this time the ancestral court opens the mountain, how many people will come to Lan Yu, Qiu Yue, Gongsun Zhongmou and other figures?"

Murong said: "Maybe they will all come, maybe only one or two people." But whether they will come or not, as long as they come, they will never come openly. ”

Xiao Yu snorted and asked with a smile, "Then what are you going to do, Miss Murong?"

Murong wrote lightly: "Don't be too anxious to go over, it's not too late to wait for everyone else to go in." ”

The ebony staff in Xiao Yu's hand paused, "Is it the gun that shoots the first bird, or the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch behind?"

Murong glanced at Xiao Yu, shook his head slightly, and said, "I just don't want it to cause a fight and add variables." ”

Xiao Yu smiled, "It's Xiao who thinks too much." ”

Qi Mountain is about to be reached, and Qi Mountain has many divergent paths, although the power of these phantom arrays has dropped greatly because no one is presiding, but if you want to embark on those three right paths, you still need to spend some means.

For all kinds of common sense secrets in these cultivation worlds, Murong is naturally more familiar than Xiao Yu, and it can almost be described as easy, after the two came to the foot of Qi Mountain, Murong pointed to a set of rugged paths in front of him and said: "This is just a phantom array, after the Witch Sect Ancestral Court closed the mountain, it was just a means to hide people's ears and purposes." ”

Xiao Yu looked at the rugged path in front of him that was filled with thick fog and could not see its end, frowned and asked, "How to go?"

At this time, because the Witch Sect Ancestral Court was about to open, the power of the Mountain Protection Array was gradually weakening, and the weather was too disordered, I don't know if it was because of this reason, Xiao Yu was a little unable to see the dense fog in front of him. Hence this question.

Murong closed his eyes and said: "This fog is derived from the mountain protection array, it can't be seen through, it can confuse people's five senses, walking in the fog, forward is backward, left is right, if someone presides over it, it can be even more changeable." It's a pity that the witch cult is in decline, and this wonderful formation is just self-stimulating, as long as you follow the method of entering the mountain that your predecessors have figured out, you can enter the mountain. You can just follow me later. ”

Xiao Yu nodded silently and stretched out the ebony staff in his hand.

Murong grabbed the head of the ebony cane and walked into the fog with his eyes closed.

Murong is eyes are closed, but Xiao Yu is eyes open, as soon as he enters the dense fog, the distance really becomes far and close, he and Murong are obviously holding the two ends of the ebony staff, but in Xiao Yu's sight, Murong and half of the ebony staff have already disappeared, and in Xiao Yu's feeling, Murong used the ebony staff to lead him not forward, but kept turning in circles.

It's really confusing.

I don't know how long I walked.

Break through the fog and rebuild the day.

Xiao Yu looked back, there was still a white mist behind him, and in front of him was a broad avenue leading to the mountainside.

Murong let go of Xiao Yu's ebony staff, and Xiao Yu took a slow step and frowned. For some reason, a bad feeling flashed in my heart. Thinking about it carefully, the matter of entering the ancestral court of the witch sect is very important, Xiao Yu thinks that there is nothing too big wrong, but this time the autumn wind has not moved, but the cicada has come a little inexplicably. Could it be that there are heavenly masters who want to intervene before the opening of the mountain?

A solemn look also rose on Murong's face.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yu and Murong were calm, as if they were facing a great enemy.

A sword immortal stepped on the flying sword and broke through the air, like a white rainbow in the air, and flew straight to the top of Qishan Mountain.

The flying sword passed, splitting the wind and waves, and the dense fog in the air of Qishan was torn in half.

The fist in Xiao Yu's sleeve was clenched slightly, the man who stepped on the sword and flew like a sword immortal, he naturally recognized it as a cultivator of the Heavenly and Human Realm, although he could not go straight to the Nine Heavens like the real Sword Immortal Imperial Sword, but the flying of the sword had already made the frost cultivator out of reach.

Xiao Yu said with emotion: "It turns out that the realm of heaven and man can ignore the dense fog below?"

Murong shook his head and said, "The Witch Sect Mountain Protection Array has not been fully opened. Originally, there was also a formation in the air. ”

Xiao Yu asked, "Who is that Heavenly Sword Cultivator, and since it is the Heavenly Human Realm, why did you come here?"

Murong replied, "I don't know why he came here, but I know who it is, Shangguan Xianchen's fourth sword slave." ”

Xiao Yu smiled bitterly: "Could it be that you are here to avenge those two sword slaves?"