Qi Xuansu thought about it, he didn't have a clue, and the first day of junior high school had already passed, so it was not easy for him to go to the "dream meeting", and he had to wait until fifteen.

He actually contacted Qi Niang very much, and asked if the "Blood Pill" could be cut and taken, but after thinking about it, he gave up, one is that Qi Niang seems to be very busy, and the other is that there are not many child and mother talismans, so it is not good to use them at will, so as not to be able to contact Qi Niang at a critical moment.

Another point, Qi Xuansu himself thinks this idea is very unreliable, a watermelon can be stored for more than ten days, but if it is split and not eaten, it will spoil in two days. The same is true for the elixir, and if you cut it directly, you will lose the power of the medicine.

Qi Xuansu could only stay in the contact point and cultivate step by step, continue to advance the progress of his spine, and wait for the "dream meeting" in the middle of the month.

Compared to the calmness of the Qingping Society, the undercurrent surging inside the Dao Gate finally turned into a stormy wave on the surface.

Zhang Yuelu was dressed in formal clothes and took Mu Yan to a special port located on the Jade Pearl.

There was no formation shrouded on Yuzhu Peak, the cold wind was howling, and Zhang Yuelu's crane was blown to hunt.

A cold wind blew through the snowflakes, and Mu Yan was blown trembling, looking at the dim and dark sky, and the lake under the sky.

There are no ordinary flying boats here, only warships docked at the Daomen.

In the huge lake dug by manpower, there is a huge majestic warship, it is so majestic, like a mountain, a ridge, under which people are like ants, but this huge ship is already on the verge of collapse and crumbling.

The Daomen dispatched four Counselors and twelve True Persons, and used a lot of material resources to bring it back to Kunlun through the formation.

Originally, he only needed to bring back the most precious dragon balls and some dragon bones, but Jin Que finally decided to bring the entire warship back to Kunlun as a warning to the upper and lower levels of the Daomen.

There were many people around, either with sad faces or solemn expressions.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Zhang Yuelu was expressionless, just looking at the "Yinglong" giant ship.

At this moment, a black dot in mid-air changed from small to large, gradually occupying half of the sky, occupying everyone's sight, making the atmosphere suddenly more solemn.

This is another "Yinglong" warship, which fell from a high altitude with a huge oppressive force.

There were already real people who greeted them, and the rest of the people who did not have the cultivation of heaven and man could only stand in place and could not get close.

The giant ship, known as one of the two dragons, suddenly fell into the lake that was not frozen all year round because of the formation, stirring up a huge water mist, and in the cold wind, after the saturated water vapor left the formation of the lake, it met with condensation, and instantly turned into a rime that was neither ice nor snow.

The rime is thick, the sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water, up and down are white.

It's just that no one is still in the mood to enjoy such a wonderful scene at this time, but they all look at the deck of the "Yinglong" warship.

A gangway for four people to walk side by side was lowered, and the first to appear was a group of high-grade spirit officers, dressed in ink-black armor, impermeable, with intricate and obscure talismans painted on the armor leaves, swords at their waists, spears in one hand, and large shields in the other.

After the spirit officer came down the gangway, he lined up the wings of the goose in the shape of a figure eight on both sides, standing solemnly.

In the era when firearms were flourishing, even the Taoist priests of Tiangang Hall began to distribute firearms, but these spiritual officials still relied on ancient swords, guns and armor as their foundation.

And these are all high-grade spirit officials, the lowest are fourth-grade spirit officials, and the two headed by are third-grade spirit officials, the pitch-black armor is completely different from the armor of the man in black, deep, mysterious, like the night sky, sucking souls, people dare not look directly.

Behind this group of spirit officers were four second-rank spirit officers, who carried an ebony coffin with a white brocade on it, and walked down the gangway step by step along the wide gangway.

Heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.

Everyone held their breath.

In the coffin is the seventh deputy hall master of Tiangang Hall, the second-grade Taiyi Taoist Shangguan Jing, who died in battle.

This is the highest-ranking Taoist priest who has died in battle in recent years.

Although there are often nine grades and twelve levels of Taoism, and the real person and the real person are not the same, but the official grade on the surface is only nine levels, aside from the super grade of the big palm teaching, the second grade Taiyi Taoist is second only to the existence of the first grade naïve Taoist.

Among the dead and injured last time, the highest was only a fourth-grade sacrificial wine Taoist, but this time it became a second-grade Taiyi Taoist. In other words, the "Yinglong" warship can be destroyed, and the second-grade Taiyi Taoist can die, except for those first-grade naïve Taoists, who dares to say that they will not suffer such a catastrophe?

Even if it is a person who has a gap with Shangguan Jing, he must have a sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox at this moment.

The last person to appear was Cihang Zhenren, the head of Tiangang Hall, and the master of Kunlun Daofu, the three real people did not fly in the air, but returned on the "Yinglong" warship like ordinary disciples, and walked down the gangway step by step.

The real person in charge of Tiangangtang is silent, so that people can't see what they think in their hearts.

However, everyone understands that this well-known counselor has to bear most of the responsibility for this matter, and his future is uncertain.

In the distance, the bell rang in the howling of the north wind, and it came desolate one by one, and shook everyone's heart.

This is the death knell.

Zhang Yuelu closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mu Yan clasped her hands together and whispered softly "Taiyi Saving Suffering Tianzun Sutra".

There were not a few people who acted like Mu Yan, and they soon converged into a clear and audible whisper, echoing on the Jade Pearl.

The death knell was still ringing, and in the distance, other bells echoed, and it was heard in all directions.

The four second-rank spirit officials carried Shangguan Jing's coffin in the direction of Yujing on the Yuxu Peak, accompanied by the real person of Tiangang Hall and the lord of Kunlun Dao Mansion.

The Donghua Zhenren, who ranked first among the 36 Counselors, welcomed the representatives of the Great Masters on duty outside Yujing City, which can be described as extremely glorious.

However, Cihang Zhenren stopped at Zhang Yuelu's side.

Without Zhang Yuelu's orders, Mu Yan took the initiative to leave, and the rest of the people were also very eye-catching to bypass the pair of masters and apprentices.

Cihang Zhenren and Zhang Yuelu walked side by side.

Zhang Yuelu asked in a low voice, "Master, what's going on?" ”

Cihang Zhenren replied: "It's hard to say anything without evidence. ”

Zhang Yuelu already understood.

Cihang Zhenren continued: "Shangguan Jing seems to be aware of it, but when he was still hesitating whether to go to the reporting door, he was poisoned. He didn't expect Wu Luo to come so quickly. ”

Zhang Yuelu said softly: "It's Wu Luo again, this Gu Immortal is very ...... Insolent. ”

Cihang Zhenren shook his head and said: "What is this, Wu Luo was still the main promoter of the murder of Wu Xian, Wu Xian was the master of Lingshan, the head of the Ten Witches, and he was almost the leader of the Ancient Witch Sect." It is said that the ten witches of the ancients are like sisters, Wu Luo dares to attack his eldest sister, and now he kills the people of our Daomen, for her, what is it. ”

Zhang Yuelu was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Blood debt and blood repayment." ”

Cihang Zhenren was noncommittal: "This time, thanks to the foresight of the Earth Master, the situation did not deteriorate to the worst step. ”

"What's the worst step?" Zhang Yuelu couldn't help but say, "Everyone is already dead." ”

Cihang Zhenren: "Don't talk about those who survived, just talk about blood sacrifices, which is enough to make people not have peace after death." ”

Zhang Yuelu was silent for a moment.

Cihang Zhenren sighed: "The root cause of all the external problems of the Daomen comes from the internal problems of the Daomen. When the five generations were in charge, they dared to do this? ”

Zhang Yuelu didn't ask who this "they" meant.

Cihang Zhenren finally said: "You have to be mentally prepared, this is just the beginning. Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as dogs, and saints are unkind and use the people as dogs. 10,000 dead is a number, and 100,000 million dead is also a number. You and I can't stop it. ”