When everyone heard this, they already understood the meaning of Mao Yiqing's words.

But at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly fell in mid-air, and a loud "bang" sounded, and the ground of the entire courtyard shook violently, and a huge pit was smashed.

In the center of the pit, there are several mottled boulders that have been broken apart, and the top one is engraved with a vigorous "Mao" character.

"Grandma, I'm so angry! A fiery voice exploded in the air, and I saw a burly man, with an upper body **, and a flaming red ribbon on his head, walking in proudly.

He was tall, a head taller than ordinary people, and as soon as he came in, he looked down like an angry King Kong, and when he saw a black shadow on the tip of the green bamboo, his eyes suddenly froze, and he looked directly at Zuo Lingzi and Ling Shiwu who were standing on the right, and there was a little doubt and disdain in his eyes at first, and after he found a very inconspicuous round rune mark at the neckline of the two of them, his eyes were fixed again, and after Yu Shan and others were glanced at by him, they automatically ignored them.

"I didn't think this bird place was here—" He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly paused, and for the first time his eyes showed a look of wariness, and he looked into the sky.

Everyone didn't know why he stopped suddenly, and the black shadow seemed to be aware of it, and his figure gradually revealed, floating on the courtyard wall.

After just one breath, a man in Tsing Yi with a long sword on his back appeared in everyone's sight.

Man is like a sword, cold and sharp.

Seeing this person, the bearded man was immediately silent, and no one else made a sound.

Only a thin figure rushed out regardless of it, and fell between the pile of rubble on the ground, it was the shopkeeper Yue.

His eyes were cracked, his white hair was scattered, and he beat his chest and said: "The disciple is incompetent, and he can't even protect the mountain gate of this sect, so he will shame the patriarch of the generations!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and knocked a remnant stone engraved with the word "Mao", and in an instant, his head broke and blood flowed, covering all his old face.

It turned out that the thing that was thrown in by the burly man was the thousand-year-old stone tablet symbolized by the Maoshan sect.

When the disciples of Maoshan saw this tragic scene, their eyes were full of tears of sorrow, and the grief and indignation in their expressions were indescribable.

After the shopkeeper Yue finished crying, he raised his head sharply and looked at the people around him, and when his bloody gaze fell on the burly man, it seemed that there was blood and fire spurting out.

"Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated! Why do you have to be like this, it is too much to deceive people!" He already had the heart of death, and at this moment he straightened up his thin body and pressed straight towards the burly man.

The burly man was much taller than him, and his cultivation was even more victorious, but at this moment, under his forced gaze, he unconsciously took a few steps back.

Shopkeeper Yue's gaze suddenly crossed him, staring at the person who had been standing far behind everyone with a black cloth on his face, and looked up to the sky and laughed miserably.

"Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, are you worthy of the ancestors of the Mo family? Are you worthy of the ancestors of Maoshan Dynasties? In the future, if you die, you can only hide your head and go to the underworld!"

He roared as hard as he could, completely forgetting that the enemy was around, and a few mouthfuls of black blood sprayed out directly in a series of miserable laughter.

Anyone who saw this scene was a little shocked, and everyone in Maoshan was even more heartbroken, and they hated tears.

"Noise!"

The burly man finally reacted at this time, how could anyone dare to yell so unscrupulously in front of him in the past.

At the sound of the sound, he slapped out a palm, and between the palms of his palms was like a flame burning, and directly pressed on the top of the head of the shopkeeper Yue, and the thin body of the shopkeeper Yue trembled like a dead leaf in the wind, and he died of anger.

"Uncle Yue!" a burst of grief and indignation immediately exhaled from the mouths of the disciples of Maoshan Mountain.

Among the crowd, Sun Liuhou couldn't hold it anymore, and with a strange roar, he threw down the long knife in his hand, lowered his head and slammed straight into the burly man.

The burly man didn't look at it, and his right palm was ruthlessly pressed out again, but he saw a piece of rune flying lightly, which stunned Sun Liuhou and blocked the power of this palm at the same time.

The burly man seemed to be stunned, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the sect master of the Maoshan Sect who had just come to the rescue.

Mao Yiqing's body did not move, and there was no sadness on his face, and he only said in a long voice: "What a Yue Jingde, he deserves to be a good senior brother of Mao!"

He turned his gaze to the man in Tsing Yi who was carrying a long sword in the air, and asked, "Are you here for the same purpose as them?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked obviously stagnant, walked down from the air step by step, and when he got closer, he bowed and said: "Before the disciple came here, the family teacher had already instructed that if you can't do anything, you can build a tomb with a little affection for the deceased." ”

"I see. Mao Yiqing's expression of no sadness and joy finally changed a little, as if relieved and disappointed. "Yes, the fate between you and me has long been over, and you have come thousands of miles to clean up the bones for me, and you have a heart!"

When everyone heard their homely answers, they had already guessed that the relationship between the two was not ordinary, the people of the Xuyun Sect and the Yue Sword Sect were good, but the waves in the hearts of Yu Shan, the burly man, the black shadow, Zuo Lingzi and others were very different, what they cared about was not the Tsing Yi man himself, but the sect behind him.

The masked man hiding in the distance seemed to recognize the identity of the man in Tsing Yi early in the morning, and buried his head deeper the moment the man in Tsing Yi appeared.

The few remaining disciples of the Maoshan Sect, although they didn't know this person in Tsing Yi, who had cultivated profoundly, could also see that this person must have an unusual relationship with his own sect, and he was overjoyed, but he wondered why he didn't save Master Yue before.

There is only one person, his expression is extremely complicated, he glanced at the eyes of the people in Tsing Yi, as if he was afraid, seemed to be envious, and even more had endless jealousy, this person was the eldest disciple Huang Long.

Mao Yiqing finished chatting with the people in Tsing Yi, and returned to his sadness and joylessness.

"Mao Mou has said before, since you want to get what you want, you must have some conditions. ”

Everyone originally thought that he had risked his life, but they didn't expect him to use it as a bargaining chip in exchange for some benefits, which is also in line with human nature.

Among the Maoshan disciples, a female disciple surnamed Lu had tears in her eyes, and she couldn't help but stand up at this time, and said angrily: "They killed Senior Uncle Yue and Senior Brother Han, Sect Master, you can't-"

The Senior Brother Han she was talking about was the disciple of the Maoshan Sect who was invisibly killed by the black shadow before, and she was a lover who grew up as a childhood sweetheart.

"Shut up!" Mao Yiqing interrupted her suddenly.

"Haha! Those who know the times are Junjie, this is easy to say. The burly man seemed to forget the previous murder in a blink of an eye, and said loudly: "As long as you hand over your things, Tu will ensure that your life is safe, including your disciples!"

I only heard a slightly sarcastic voice say: "Why only tell you alone, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!" The person who spoke was Ling Shiwu. Although his cultivation is not as good as others, he is not afraid of relying on the master behind him, and he left the master with Zuo Lingzi and traveled for nearly a year, mainly to find the descendants of the Maoshan Sect.

"Hehe, if the two of you are like this, aren't they falling into the arms of the Maoshan Sect Master?" said the black shadow on the wall, and his body had floated down like a ghost.

While speaking, Zuo Lingzi, Yu Shan and others also came over, and the five of them formed a circle of encirclement, faintly surrounding Mao Yiqing and the people in Tsing Yi in the middle.

"I have a proposal, it's better to capture this person first, let me search this person's soul with the 'soul search' technique, and naturally share the news with you. ”

"No!" the other four objected almost in unison.

"Then what do you say?" the black figure seemed a little annoyed.

The scene was in a stalemate for a while, and everyone understood that a vicious battle was about to break out.

The fiery gaze of the big man surnamed Tu fell on the sword behind the man in Tsing Yi, and Tengteng's battle intent gradually spread.

Among these people, Zuo Lingzi's gaze has always been on the sect master of Maoshan Sect, he always feels that Mao Yiqing is too calm, his ancestor once said that once a person can calm down to this extent, what is hidden under it must be full of risks and even crazy actions.

Under his inseparable gaze, Mao Yiqing's white face finally had a different change, his face suddenly turned crimson, bursts of cold sweat poured out like water, and his clear body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, which was completely different from the previous feeling of being jealous.

At the same time, an extremely slight whisper came from the object in his arms, and a bad feeling suddenly rose from his heart.

"There is a deception!" Zuo Lingzi's voice suddenly became extremely sharp, and as soon as his hands were raised, two black runes shot towards Mao Yiqing with great speed.

Mao Yiqing didn't dodge or dodge, he smiled miserably, letting the two runes penetrate silently from his chest, and the rest of his general gaze turned on the disciples of Maoshan and returned to the tall sculpture, his right palm never left it from the moment it was covered.

This sudden change was almost everyone's surprise, only to see two black flames rising from Mao Yiqing's body in an instant, but he calmly seemed to be unconscious, until his body turned into ashes in the black flames.

The whole process only happened within a few breaths, which made everyone present stunned, and even Zuo Lingzi himself couldn't believe that he would succeed so easily.

The only remaining disciples of the Maoshan Sect were grief-stricken, and when they wanted to rush out desperately, they found that they couldn't even move.

In the eyes of the people in Tsing Yi like ice and snow, I don't know when there were two tears.

Just when everyone didn't know why, the tall statue instantly emitted endless brilliant light, a huge rune array centered on this statue, enveloping the entire courtyard, the light shone, the image of the eight fierce beasts appeared on the light curtain of the eight directions of the rune array heaven and earth, and roared in unison, and rushed towards everyone with endless ferocity.

When Zuo Lingzi saw this scene, two extreme expressions of horror and surprise flashed on his young face at the same time, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in his life.

"Eight Murders Annihilation Array!"

He spoke out in distraction.

When Ling Shiwu on the side heard these words, his face instantly turned pale.

Others don't care about it anymore.