In the Maoshan Sect, a figure flew up into the air, standing in the air, staring blankly at the black light that seemed to connect heaven and earth a few miles away.

The black light is only as thick as an arm, and it is only like a black and shiny silk thread from a distance, which is extremely conspicuous under the light of the stars and moons in the sky, and the sky within a radius is full of black fog, and the black fog is churning in an instant, and the yin wind is howling, and the surrounding light is swallowed up by the surging black fog, forming a special area, which makes people look at it and have a bizarre feeling that seems to be separated from infinite time and space, but under it, as if the body and soul are completely separated at this moment.

In contrast, the terrible roar was much louder, and the sound seemed to be transmitted a hundred miles away, so that no matter who heard it from far or near, there was a kind of pinprick-like pain in the soul, but this pain came and went quickly, and disappeared at the moment before the person who felt it had time to react, as if the feeling of pins and needles was just an illusion of his own.

"The signs are finally here! Why is it so long in advance?"

In the sky above the main hall of Maoshan Sect, the person standing in the air was the sect master Mao Yiqing, who seemed to be asking himself and muttering in distraction. It's just that there is a lot of confusion and doubt in the tone, and that figure seems to be much older in the night breeze, with a little more pain and meaning.

Below him, the thin figure of the shopkeeper Yue stood like a piece of dead wood, facing the place where the black light rose in the northwest, silent, only the expression on his face that had changed several times, and he could see the unwillingness and struggle in his heart at this moment.

In front of a wooden house a hundred meters away from the main hall, Huang Long's fat figure flashed out, hurriedly glanced at the strange northwest sky, and then retracted deftly into the door.

He rushed into the bedroom in the wooden house in a few steps, lifted the entire bed board with one hand, and a hexagonal talisman array appeared in front of him, he took out a palm-sized Lingjian with him, and the index finger of his right hand was linked, and he wrote quickly on it, but there were only a few words in the shape of the hand - "The omen has appeared, come quickly!"

The moment the spirit was completed, he was thrown into the hexagonal rune array, only to see the rune light on the rune array flickering slightly, and the piece of spirit was already gone.

After doing this, Huang Long seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, restored the bed board to its original position, and hurriedly went straight to the Maoshan Palace.

In this village established by the Maoshan Sect, there was a courtyard with two entrances and two exits at the highest point, and Mo Zongnian walked out of the backyard garden with a gloomy face.

"Damn!" he cursed hatefully, and his footsteps did not stop, looking in the direction where he was also rushing to the Maoshan Palace.

On the top of Luoshan, in the already silent sea of fog, two huge figures roared and flew up to the clouds, it was the pair of wind eagles, obviously they were also alarmed by the movement in the distance.

Above the sky, Mao Yiqing recovered from a brief loss of consciousness, and at this critical moment, any anger and unwillingness was useless.

"Senior Brother Yue, please arrange the relocation immediately, you will act tonight, how much you can go!"

"I understand. Old man Yue nodded heavily. Even if he already knew about the signs, making such a big move was equivalent to exposing the Maoshan Sect to the eyes of the world.

Mao Yiqing instructed Mo Zongnian, who was hurrying from afar: "Senior Brother Mo, please appease everyone here, and I will go to the place where the black light rises to investigate one or two!"

He explained this, and the person was already dozens of meters away when the voice fell.

Thousands of miles away from this Cangzhou city, there is a prosperous city on earth, but this city is built according to the hills and mountains, and the houses and streets everywhere are spread down from the hills on all sides, like several palaces guarding the highest place.

This is the capital of the Ziwu Kingdom, and it is also the site of the Xuyun Sect that leads the country, and the name of the capital city comes from the hills below, which is called the Lying Tomb because of its winding situation. Of course, the Xuyun Sect chose to build the sect here, but because there is a small spiritual vein under this lying tomb, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth is relatively strong, which is more conducive to spiritual cultivation.

At this moment, in a side hall of the main hall group, a disciple on duty grabbed a floating spiritual slip from a hexagonal magic circle that was exactly the same as that hidden under the Huanglong bedboard, and put it in front of his forehead for a moment, and his complexion immediately changed. He carefully put this piece of spirit in his arms, hurried out of the side hall, and ran straight towards the main hall.

It was already night, and in the main hall, an old man with a large body was sitting at his desk, as if he was contemplating his thoughts.

This old man was none other than Zhao Wuliang, the sect leader of the Void Cloud Sect.

Receiving the answer, the disciple on duty respectfully handed the spirit slip in, and then stood quietly by the side.

Zhao Wuliang swept over Ling Jian, his eyes flashed, but he only waved his hand and sent the disciple on duty out.

At the same time, the same scene also happened to Cao Fang, the sect leader of the Yue Sword Sect of Wu Yue.

In front of the Maoshan Palace, almost all the men, women and children in the village gathered, the torches lit all around as if it were day, the scene was very chaotic, the children were crying, the women were shouting, the people were talking, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together like a boiling pot.

"Quiet!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded, overpowering all the noise.

Mo Zongnian walked out of the main hall and said in a deep voice: "This place is no longer suitable for us to live in seclusion! ”

As soon as his voice fell, it immediately caused another uproar.

"Why move out?"

"Shall we stay here?"

"yes?"

......

Although these people are all descendants of the Maoshan Sect, most of them are no longer suitable for cultivation and are just living the lives of ordinary people. Only a few older people seemed to understand something, and when they heard the words, they sighed or laughed miserably, looked lonely, and buried their heads in silence.

Mo Zongnian didn't explain again, waved his right hand, and shouted: "All the disciples follow me into the hall." ”

Sun Liuhou deliberately fell last, his eyes wandered through the crowd, but he never found Wei Zhen's figure, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

In the main hall, the candles were bright, and all the disciples who followed in were uneasy in their hearts, although they had vaguely guessed the reason for the sect's migration.

Mo Zongnian looked at everyone's expressions one by one, and said a little helplessly: "Your guess is correct, there will be a great disaster in the sect in the near future." The sect master has already instructed that those who are willing to stay will stay, and those who are unwilling will leave on their own. According to the patriarchal law, it is never allowed to walk with the villagers. ”

The hall was silent.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Why don't you see Senior Brother Wei Zhen?" The person who asked the question was Senior Brother Huang Long.

Mo Zongnian frowned, only to realize that he had also ignored this.

He didn't answer, but said, "You can decide to stay for yourself first!"

Silence.

It wasn't until half of the incense burn time had passed that a man finally shrunk out of the crowd and stood on the other side.

Since someone took the lead in this matter, naturally someone slowly followed. However, these people who walked out all lowered their heads, as if they were afraid to see the contemptuous eyes of their peers, but in the face of life and death, each has a choice, and no one can force it.

Mo Zongnian waited for everyone to stand still, and after the first touch, about half of the disciples chose to stay. A meaningful smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"If you decide to leave, you can go to my residence tomorrow to pick up the coil. He shook off a sentence and walked away.

In the middle of the night, a figure came from the sky and quietly entered Wei Zhen's room behind the main hall, and without lighting the lights, he put down a person from under his armpit and left silently.

He was Mao Yiqing, who had gone to the place where the black light originated to investigate the cause.

Wei Zhen woke up on the afternoon of the second day.

Sun Liuhou sat in front of the bed in a daze, a little distracted, found that he woke up, handed over a glass of water, and said listlessly: "Master ordered, you will go to see him as soon as you wake up!" There was no interest in inquiring about Wei Zhen's failure to appear and be unconscious last night.

Wei Zhen had already recalled the heart-pounding scene when he pulled out the short stick at this time, and he still had palpitations, but he didn't know when he would return to the sect, and he was also very puzzled in his heart.

He took a sip of water, felt that there was no discomfort in his whole body, and seeing that Sun Liuhou looked depressed and worried, he immediately asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Sun Liuhou did not refute him as usual, but his ten fingers were tightly clasped, his body trembled faintly, tears seemed to appear in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "You have seen Master, so you naturally understand everything." ”

Wei Zhen could see that this senior brother monkey was really unhappy this time, and wondered if he had been found peeking at the senior sisters taking a bath, but he didn't look like it, so he didn't want to ask him, so he got up and went straight to the study.

Gently pushing open the door of the study, Wei Zhen looked in.

"Woke up. Mao Yiqing stood in front of the window, did not look back, his eyes were always fixed on the colorful white paper painting.

"Master. Wei Zhen said in a low voice.

"Tomorrow, you're leaving here. Mao Yiqing turned around and held a black stick in his left hand, which was exactly what Wei Zhen had obtained in the stone room yesterday.

"Where are you going?" Wei Zhen asked confusedly.

Mao Yiqing didn't answer him, handed the black stick back to him, and took out another rune. "I don't know what this stick is for the teacher for half a night, but it is extremely tough, and you keep it for self-defense. ”

He pointed to the rune book and said, "There are still fifteen runes in here, you must copy them well, and if you succeed in one, you will destroy one, and you must not keep it with you." ”

The runes were all those strange tadpole runes, Wei Zhen had copied one before, and the latter one was more complicated than the other.

Mao Yiqing's eyes showed a trace of reluctance, and he took out a falling object from his waist, with half a piece of jade hanging on it, and brought it for Wei Zhen with his own hands.

"You keep this half of jade close to you, and you must not be seen by others, understand?" Mao Yiqing said with a loving expression.

"Master, why do you want to leave here? Won't you take me with you?" When Wei Zhen asked this, the words that Mao Yiqing first saw him when he first appeared in his mind - "It's a pity that you and I only have three years of master-apprenticeship, so I will accept you as a registered disciple!"

"I can't go as a teacher, and I have nowhere to go. Mao Yiqing's words were indifferent, slightly sad, and his eyes looked at the colored paper painting again.