Three days later, the ancient murderous array that enveloped one side and only a few people knew about it finally burst open after a "boom" sound, and the entire Maoshan Hall was torn apart in the explosion, turning into pieces of broken earth and debris.

When the dust and smoke gradually dissipated, an embarrassed black figure stood up from the ruins, looking at a straight cyan figure in front of him with resentful eyes, the black robe on the black figure was broken, almost half of his body was exposed, and a terrifying wound was added to the pale and bloodless face, extending from the corner of the left eyebrow to the position of the left chin, pulling out a curved moon arc, he held a blue jade bottle in his left hand, and a cloud of smoke rolled endlessly, and the cloud of smoke was like a small figure struggling inside.

"The 'Great Moon Sword Technique' of the Beiling Sect is really powerful, in the future, I will send someone to visit you to thank you for today's gift!" He stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked the blood stains on the corner of his left mouth, and after smiling gloomily, he looked at the blue jade bottle in his left hand.

"This soul is the interest I received first!"

The cyan figure was silent, listened quietly, and quietly watched Feng Renxiao's figure disappear.

Ten meters away, the big man surnamed Tu glanced at the cyan figure with a complicated expression, and then at the three-foot long sword in his right hand, and finally left without looking back.

After them, Zuo Lingzi supported his senior brother Ling Shiwu and walked out of the ruins silently. At this moment, he still had palpitations, if it weren't for the fact that this "Eight Fierce Annihilation Array" was not the real ancient killing array in the legend, and the fierce beasts that emerged in the formation were not real ancient fierce beasts, I am afraid that none of them would have been able to get out of the formation alive.

Then left Yu Shan, who had a broken arm, but finally saved his life.

The cyan figure watched these people leave one by one, and there was no change in his indifferent eyes from beginning to end, until there was silence all around, and he finally couldn't help leaning over, relying on the sword of his right hand to support his crumbling body, and a mouthful of blood suddenly shot out of his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, the man in Tsing Yi stood up straight again, his eyes swept over the death-like ruins around him, looking at the mutilated statue that was now only half left, and his heart was silently distracted, and a deep sadness finally welled up on his indifferent face.

He swept with his sword, as if to vent the anger in his heart, and when the dust settled, a deep and half-wide earth hole appeared in front of the mutilated statue.

The people in Tsing Yi moved the bodies of the shopkeeper Yue and several disciples of the Maoshan Sect into the newly opened earth pit one by one, covered it with a thick layer of crumbs, picked out a piece of wood from the ruins, and engraved the words of the tombstone.

Standing in front of the newborn tomb, the man in Tsing Yi turned away, and there seemed to be a sigh from his mouth, which quickly disappeared into the dusk sunset with his distant figure.

There is no Maoshan Sect in this world anymore.

The mountains and moons were empty, clear and silent, and the valley under Luoshan and where the Maoshan Sect was originally located was as silent as death, and it seemed that even the insects in the forest did not want to come out and chirp.

In the deep night sky, between the thick and thin clouds, there seemed to be a huge figure still hovering, as if looking for something.

In the midst of the ruins, far from the corner of the mutilated statue, under a pile of rubble and rubble, there was movement at this time.

A figure gradually arched out from under the broken rubble, this person's face was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was difficult to see the description, only a few strands of black rags hung on his ears and neck, and the clothes between his body were like rags, obviously he was not lightly injured at the moment when the formation exploded before.

He opened his mouth and spat out the stone chips in his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and the remaining eyes glanced for a week, and then his blurred face twitched, as if he was glad that he had survived.

He quickly noticed the new tomb in front of the ruined statue and staggered over.

By the cold moonlight, he could see the words carved on the simple tombstone.

In the middle of the wood chip, it is engraved with "The Tomb of the Dead in Maoshan Mountain", and there are a few small characters in the lower right of these words, but it is "Beiling Sect Yan Pingli".

"Hehe, hehe......" A strange and ugly laugh came from the mouth of the disfigured man, he chuckled for a while, and the laughter gradually turned into a silent cry, and the figure slowly disappeared into the infinite darkness like a wild ghost.

No one knows, at this moment, far away in the center of the Red Land Boundary, in the Lingluo Kingdom, in a remote mountain village in the wilderness, in a quiet ancestral hall, a girl about twelve or thirteen years old silently stared at the broken life spirit in front of her, and burst into tears, her pale little face was filled with an indescribable sadness, and there was a trace of mist rippling in her autumn-like eyes, which was only her right eye, and her left eye had been closed.

It didn't take long for her to cry like this, she packed the shattered life spirit in a brocade box, hid it in her arms, and walked out of the ancestral hall with her eyes and face and slightly messy green silk.

In the dark, Wei Zhen's eyes were blank, his face was full of tears, and he clenched a Lingjian in his hand with a demented expression. He had been in this position for a few days, and the little black black stood on his shoulder, squeaking and screaming from hunger.

"Zhen'er, when you see this Lingjian, most of the teachers are no longer alive. ”

This was the first sentence Wei Zhen heard from the moment his mind entered the moment he woke up from the darkness, in this unknown stone cave that was only large enough for one person, when he picked up the piece of sound transmission spirit around him.

This was Master Mao Yiqing's voice, as gentle and calm as ever, without a trace of anger, but the content of the words immediately made his heart tremble, as if another world had collapsed in front of him.

"Ten years ago, because of the feeling of observing the heavenly phenomena, the teacher violated the ancestral teachings, and used the secret technique of this sect - 'the art of heavenly evolution', self-deprecating Yang Shou for 20 years, and forcibly calculated, but I learned that within a few years, the sect will be wiped out, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly, and the three-year covenant between the teacher and you could not be fulfilled...... Providence, providence, the Maoshan Sect has been inherited for more than a thousand years, but it was finally broken in my hands...... As a teacher, I don't want you to take revenge, and I don't need you to revive the Maoshan Sect. Everything in the world is born and dies, rises and falls, this is the law of heaven, and no one can change it. ”

"In your life, as a teacher, you have also deduced this secret technique, but you are limited to cultivation, and you only get a glimpse of it. Although there are many tribulations, if you can continue to improve yourself and have extraordinary achievements, I hope you can understand the hard work of being a teacher, and don't blame your six monkey brothers, everything is arranged for the teacher!"

"There is still a daughter for the teacher, named Zifeng, if the two of you are destined, he may be able to get together one day......"

"As for the place where you are originally a whole stone, and it contains a cave, it has been changed to a 'hidden life array' by the method of the teacher's talisman formation, which should help you avoid this catastrophe!"

These kind words were like Mao Yiqing's own words in his ear, echoing in Wei Zhen's chaotic mind over and over again.

In the last surviving words of the sound transmission Lingjian, Mao Yiqing told him that once the "Hidden Life Array" was opened, it would only last for fifteen days, and then the whole stone would shatter, and he would be able to get out of trouble safely.

Wei Zhen just sat there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. In his mind, there are countless pictures flashing all the time, these pictures are all records of his life and cultivation since he entered the Maoshan Sect - there is the surprise of seeing the sunrise in the foggy sea for the first time when he first arrived in Luoshan, the sadness when he failed the mental power test when he first started, the unbearable pain when Master Mao Yiqing helped him open up the secondary veins in his body, and the surprise of accepting the spirit into his body when he first became a mental power...... When he thinks of a happy place, he laughs stupidly, and when he thinks of a sad and sad place, he cries stupidly, laughs and cries, cries and laughs.

Until one day, the stone cave where he was hiding suddenly scattered and split, and the pale silver sky light shone on his head, and after a short moment of stunned, he finally had a trace of sobriety.

At this time, it was the middle of the night, and the moon hung obliquely in the corner of the sky, and there was silence in all directions, and the place where he was a desolate stone forest.

This place, he remembers, is a wasteland behind the village.

Wei Zhen's godless eyes swept around at random, and suddenly like a frightened little beast, he suddenly ran towards the direction of the Maoshan Palace.

Dozens of minutes later, his thin figure appeared in front of the ruins of the former Maoshan Hall like a ghost in the night, staring straight at the newborn tomb.

This is the second time in Wei Zhen's life that he stands alone in front of a grave. The previous one was smaller, belonging to Old Man Wei, and the one in front of him was much larger, belonging to the master and a group of fellow disciples.

He didn't run straight over, nor did he cry and make trouble at this time like his age, but walked forward step by step, as if he was bound by an invisible huge force under his feet, and it was difficult to walk, and his small figure actually had a kind of silent power.

He walked slowly to the grave, squatted down, and held a pile of grave soil in his small palms, and tears finally dripped like a clear thread. But the next moment, he suddenly began to frantically tug at the grave in front of him—he really wanted to see his loved ones who had been buried in the cold ground again—but this action only lasted for thirty breaths, and he slowly piled the scattered rubble back into its place.

At this moment, in the depths of his clear eyes, in addition to endless sadness, there were two small sparks that began to shine, which were the seeds of hatred.

Regarding the real cause of Old Man Wei's death, Wei Zhen never knew, and Mao Yiqing and Shopkeeper Yue never mentioned it to him. Although Wei Zhen knew something about the Maoshan Sect, he didn't understand the so-called hatred and pursuit among the sects of the spiritual cultivation world at most, at most, he felt a depression in the people of Maoshan, until today, with the death of the one-faced people, he finally understood what hatred was.

He only glanced at the simple tombstone, and firmly remembered the following five words, "Beiling Sect Yanping", and imprinted it on his soul, he knew that it was the name of the former senior brother, a person who was said to have died outside.

In addition, there is another name - senior sister Mao Zifeng.