Xiao Hanyan breathed for a while before the strangeness in his chest disappeared.

It's just that when she lifted her clothes and saw that the red mark was still there, her eyebrows were contemptuous.

She couldn't help but wonder if she was cursed by something.

However, she had been away from that place for so many years, and she hadn't seen any physical problems, how could this be the case today......

Xiao Hanyan couldn't figure it out, put down his hand and got up.

Sky Peak.

One of the two disciples carried a food box, and the other pushed open a closed door with a decoction.

Bei Ming was lying on the bed staring at the roof in a daze, attracted by the abrupt sound of the door opening.

"Senior brother's injury is getting better, the elder ordered us to send you soup and dinner." Two disciples with strange faces crossed the threshold with the things in their hands.

The food box was placed on the table, and the decoction was also put aside, and the two strange disciples walked towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The injuries on Bei Mingxiu's body had not yet healed, so he could barely sit up, looking at the two of them: "Thank you, but I'm not hungry yet, senior brother go back to work first." ”

"It's okay, since it's inconvenient for the junior brother to get out of bed, we'll help you here."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator noticed something, and took the lead in dodging the claws that were rushing towards him, enduring the pain from the wound, and lifting the quilt with one hand to cover the strange disciple head-on.

Then he put a foot in the opponent's abdomen and rolled in with his strength.

His movements were too fast, and his reactions were also sensitive, and the two disciples had just come out of the quilt when they saw that Bei Ming Xiu had gotten out of bed at some point, and ran towards the door barefoot.

"Stop him! Don't let him run! The two of them were furious, and Tie Qing's face turned grim.

Bei Mingxiu rushed out of the door in one breath, and the wind came from his back, and his whole person was knocked away.

"Poof!" The tearing pain of his internal organs seemed to be grabbed and stirred together, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The two disciples with grim faces chased them out, and found that the Northern Cultivator had already injured them on the ground, and it seemed that they had no power to fight back, and they all showed a triumphant smile when they looked at each other.

When they went up to grab the Northern Meditation Cultivator, a white figure flashed out of thin air and fought with them.

"Senior Brother!" An exclamation rang out.

The meditation cultivator's eyes were dizzy, and he held on to his consciousness so that he didn't faint.

Looking at the people rushing over, he pointed to the two disciples who were fighting with the man in white, "Catch them quickly......

Li Yunshen also knew that something was wrong.

After helping Bei Ming to the side to rest, he carried Zixiao into the battle.

Li Yunshen made no less than a few moves with them, and a sword blade knocked them back, and the back space provoked a distance: "Are you Qi Sect disciples!" ”

"Talk nonsense with them, catch them first." The man in white retreated to Li Yunshen's side.

Bei Ming Xiu looked at him, this person's face was like jade, handsome and elegant like an orchid, and his face was a little familiar.

Seeing that something was wrong, the two strange disciples glanced at each other, turned around and flew away to escape.

"Where are the thieves running!" Li Yunshen's figure flashed, and he instantly moved in front of the other party, blocking their way.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The two magic swords that burst out of the air sank into the critical places of the two false disciples' vests like polar shadows.

Li Yun was deeply surprised, and kicked the two people who fell to the ground softly: "This is dead?" I wanted to catch it alive! ”

The man in white put away his sword and walked over and squatted: "They seem to have a mask on their faces. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed it against the edge of the corpse's chin.

With a "tear", a thin unknown leather mask was torn off.

He then proceeded to tear another one from the face of another corpse.

A fierce face is revealed.

"It's really not a disciple of the Qi Sect!" Li Yunshen frowned.

Only then did Li Yunshen remember that he was fighting with this person just now: "You look at Yansheng, are you a disciple of Firmament Peak?" ”

The man who was suddenly questioned stood up and bowed his head solemnly to Li Yunshen: "I have seen Senior Brother Li, my name is Luo Mo, and I am a disciple of Cangqiong Peak. ”

"Well, you're pretty good."

Li Yunshen looked down at the two swords inserted upside down on the two corpses, "Senior Brother Mo, are you using this magic sword?" ”

Luo Mo shook his head and replied, "I have just started my career, and I can only refine pills, and I can't use magic weapons yet. ”

"Who's making a noise here?" In the distance, a man in a gray robe with large sleeves walked by.

Luo Mo looked over and immediately bowed and saluted: "The disciple has seen Zeng Zhangjiao. ”

The person who came was the head of the firmament peak who was responsible for teaching the talismans, Zeng Ye.

Li Yunshen also knew Zeng Zhangjiao, and after following the salute, he told him the original process.

When Zeng Zhangjiao heard this, he immediately frowned: "What you said is true?" ”

"Please take a look at this thing and see if it's real." Luo Mo handed over the two things that had just been torn from the sound of the corpse to Zeng Zhangjiao.

While Mo Yu was in charge of the Zeng Sect to explain the matter, Li Yunshen went to help up the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who was close to a coma.

"Senior Brother Xiu, how are you? And you weren't hurt? ”

Bei Ming Xiu said weakly: "Those two swords just now are for killing people, they are coming for me, take me back to find the sect master first......"

It seemed that before he finished speaking, the Northern Meditation Cultivator completely fainted.

Seeing this, Zeng Zhangjiao immediately ran over to check his pulse: "He was fine, but he was too excited and physically exhausted just now, so he fainted." ”

Li Yun thanked Zeng Zhangjiao, "Today's situation, the disciple has to go back to the sect master, but the junior brother is injured, and it is inconvenient for me to take him to fly, please ask the master to help and call a few senior brothers to carry him back together." ”

"I also participated in the fight just now, so I'll go with Senior Brother Li to see the sect master." Luo Mo stepped forward and proposed.

Li Yun thought about it deeply, at that time, it was Luo Mo who first discovered that the two fake disciples were not good for the cultivators, so he took him back together, so that he could explain the situation to the sect master himself.

Thinking about it like this, I felt that there was some truth, so I didn't refuse.

When they returned to Yunhe Peak with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, they found that the enchantment of the Purple Cloud Hall had not been removed.

It was the first time he came to Yunhe Peak, and he looked around curiously.

I found that this peak was extremely deserted and empty.

The only thing that stands out is the occasional peach blossom tree that grows in a few places, especially the one with thick branches in the temple, and the dense pink peach blossoms on the branches are very delicate.

The small couch and the coffee table under the peach tree were stained with a few petals, and Luo Mo suddenly felt that when the cold and beautiful woman was bored, did she often sit under the peach blossom tree and drink tea to pass the time.

"Luo Mo, the sect master may be tired today, it's not early now, why don't you go back first." After Li Yunshen beckoned the four disciples who were in charge of carrying the Northern Meditation Cultivator back to the apse, he said to Luo Mo apologetically.

Yan Mo looked up at the sky, it was already sunset, and the hour was not too late.

He glanced at the door of the Purple Cloud Hall and asked suspiciously, "When will the sect master come out?" ”

Li Yunshen also followed his gaze, but retracted his gaze at a glance and replied, "I don't know about this." ”

"Sect Master Xijing, we rarely bother her in normal times."

Luo Mo was more curious, "Then Senior Brother is usually the Sect Master, do you cultivate?" ”

At the mention of this, Li Yunshen hesitated, but still nodded yes.

Sure enough, I saw Luo Mo showing envy.

Li Yunshen clenched the Zixiao Sword in his hand, "Although the sect master is not my master, her teachings are better than those of everyone who has taught me. ”

"This sword, Senior Brother Li has just used it, I saw that this sword was sharp and plundering, and the sword aura was gone, it must have taken a lot of effort for Senior Brother to get it." Luo Mo couldn't help but admire the purple sword in Li Yunshen's hand.

Raising the sword in his hand, Li Yunshen's eyes showed a little smile: "This sword was given to me by the sect master, and it is indeed a good sword." ”

Yu Mo was taken aback, he originally felt that the sword in Li Yunshen's hand was extraordinary, but he thought that he had refined it himself or obtained it elsewhere, but he didn't expect that it was given by that person......

Seeing that Luo Mo's hand was just about to touch the Zixiao Sword, Li Yun withdrew his hand without a trace, leaving Luo Mo's slightly embarrassed hand to stop in mid-air.

In order to alleviate his embarrassment, Luo Mo had to resign to Li Yunshen and leave.

Li Yunshen still wanted to check on the situation of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, so he only nodded and said to go slowly, and did not send him off.

In the depths of the grave dozens of miles away from the Qi Sect, there were black lacquered wooden coffins everywhere without lids, and there was not a single corpse inside, and they were thrown staggered on the messy grass.

Above the grave, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, and the black crows stood on the thick branches of the old tree trunks, and made a few strange noises.

The sound rattled to a loud sound, causing several black-robed people who had just passed under the tree to suddenly launch an attack at it.

When a few black-robed people disappeared, the crow in the tree was still standing on the thick branch and opened its mouth wide, but its eyes were motionless.

A cool wind blew, and the sound of something falling to the ground rang out.

And the crow that screamed just now was no longer visible from the tree......

Half an hour later, several black-robed men stopped at a col where several bone altars were placed, and looked around vigilantly before reaching out to turn one of the bone altars.

The sound of the mechanism turning was especially abrupt in the silence of the scene.

A staircase leading to the bottom appeared on the ground, and after several black-robed people stepped in one by one, the crossing on the ground returned to normal.

No one expected that this inconspicuous place was the entrance to the Demon Domain Capital.

In the capital of the Demon Domain, the demonic red leafless flowers swayed in the dark land.

Several women in curvaceous black dresses carried flower baskets on their arms, and when they passed by those red flowers, they saw that the flowers in this place were very delicate, although there were already many flowers in the flower baskets, but they couldn't help but pick a few more and put them in.

In the Demon Palace, the extravagant and gorgeous inner room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The beautiful maidservant was scantily dressed, her white skin was very eye-catching, and she was carefully tidying up the wine bottles and dishes on the table.

The beaded curtain sounded, and the beautiful maid pursed her red lips with lip grease, and her hands gradually slowed down.

As the footsteps behind her drew closer, her heart beat faster and faster.

On the waist gently stroked a big hand, hard, only felt like there was no flesh, the temperature was very cold, touching the maid's exposed skin, causing a slight bump.

"Your Highness Demon Venerable, can you be gentler later...... "The beautiful maid asked in a delicate voice with a red face.

The person behind her did not respond to her, but the hand that rubbed the handmaiden's waist gradually moved up the front.

Before the maid could react, she was pressed against the long table from behind.

After a while, the two figures facing their backs were entangled one after the other under the bright candlelight of the lamp, and the sound of red-faced gasps resounded throughout the gorgeous hall.

It wasn't until two hours later that the beautiful maid covered her front with her hands crossed, and slowly walked out of the temple door with her legs shaking.

It's just that there was no pampered joy on her face, but a frightened horror.