Wen Yi picked up the blood-stained immortal sword fragments on the ground and wiped them clean, striding towards the direction where the fallen disciple was.

There are hundreds of thousands of souls under the Qianyuan sword, and even if there is a magic weapon to suppress ghosts in the station, Wen Yi still hears screams of pain and desperate screams.

"Seven Elders." Luo Yu's sharp eyes saw Wen Yi and hurriedly saluted.

Wen Yi bowed her head, and as soon as she entered the door, she noticed a strong demonic aura, emanating from the corpses of those teenagers.

"You're here." Xie Qian put a white cloth on the handsome young men, and said regretfully: "If it weren't for their inexplicable death, I wouldn't have found out that they were taken away by the demon clan. ”

Wen Yi groaned, "It may be that the negotiation with the people of Tongshanmen has collapsed." ”

Xie Qian: "......"

The reason for the collapse of the fairy sword, can it be explained like this?

"With my cultivation, I haven't been able to find out that they were taken away by the people of the demon clan, maybe there is some secret promoter behind it." Xie Qian summoned Luo Yu, "You go and inform Qinglian of the Qingyun Sword Sect, let him be careful over there, don't let the demons take advantage of the loophole." ”

Except for the Miaoyin Tower and the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the other four major sects of the six major sects in Central Continent all went out from the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion.

The six major sects are in the same breath, although there is constant friction on weekdays, but they will communicate with each other when encountering such a major event.

"I'll go." Wen Yi stopped his disciple, "I'll go." ”

She wanted to see with her own eyes how Shen Yu dealt with Jiang Huaiyu.

If his subordinates show mercy, they will sneer next to him, fan the flames, add fuel to the fire, and kill people with knives.

Xie Qian looked at her deeply and stopped talking, "Okay...... All right. ”

The little junior sister really couldn't let go of Ling Yujun.

The Qingyun Sword Sect's residence was not far from the Ethereal Illusion Mansion, and it didn't take long for Wen Yi to arrive.

The Sword Sect is known as the sword, and the disciples are unified in smoky blue robes, only the disciples can wear white, and the inner disciples are pale green.

The outer disciples who were guarding the door saw Wen Yi coming to look at each other, and bowed and invited her to enter the inner door.

Wen Yi just left.

The two disciples burst into laughter.

"Tsk, I'll just say that the Seventh Elder is a licking dog that can't be beaten away." A disciple said angrily: "The hall is ashamed to say that Ling Yujun is not worthy of her, and she came to him again after pretending, what did she do to Ling Yujun when she fell to the ground!" ”

"Be a fool who thinks very highly of yourself."

A cold voice came from behind, and the disciples saw that Wen Yi, who was supposed to leave, suddenly turned around.

"Elder forgiveness!" The disciple's face turned white.

It is a great disrespect to talk about the elder behind his back, although Wen Yi is not an elder of the Sword Sect, it is too simple to pinch him to death.

The Sword Sect would not be an enemy of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion for a useless outer disciple.

Before Wen Yi could speak, the two disciples had already knelt on the ground and slapped themselves.

"Illness comes from the mouth, disaster comes from the mouth, and the matter between this seat and Ling Yujun is not your turn to put the beak." Wen Yi looked condescendingly at the disciple who was trembling like a quail, and a strong cold light burst out in his eyes.

The outer disciples of the Sword Sect all thought so, not to mention the other sects.

"Where's Qinglian?" Wen Yi was not familiar with the road, so he asked a disciple to ask.

A moment later, Wen Yi saw Qinglian, the eleventh elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, who was reprimanding his disciple.

Qinglian didn't like Ling Yujun, and hated Wen Yi even more, he deliberately dried Wen Yi for a long time before he was not salty and said lightly: "Ling Yujun is in retreat in the back mountain, it is not suitable to meet guests, you are afraid that you will not be able to see him, Seventh Elder, please go back." ”

He still thought how high the thermometer was.

Put down the cruel words on the front foot and come to Ling Yujun with the back foot, shameless!

Without waiting for Wen Yi to speak, Qinglian continued: "If you are here to apologize, you don't have to, my Sword Sect is not rare. ”

He was worried that Wen Yi would live at the residency in the name of apologizing.

Qinglian has seen Wen Yi's pursuit of Ling Yujun's crazy demonic energy, and he is more playful than those of the Hehuan Sect, what flowers and wine, magic weapons, and fireworks are released every day as if they don't need money, which once gave the Sword Sect a headache.

"Did I say I was here to apologize?" Wen Yi clasped his hands on his chest and tilted his head to look at him.

Qinglian was surprised, "If you don't come to him to apologize, what are you going to do." ”

"Senior brother, let me tell you that there are demons coming and going near the Tongshan Gate, and the cultivation is not low, and a few demon cultivators have silently taken away a few teenagers who are about to worship my sect, so you should be careful." Wen Yi said straight to the point.

Qinglian was silent for a moment, "Impossible, impossible!" My sect is here, how dare the demon cultivators come to attack? ”

There are so many sects in the immortal cultivation realm in Tongshan Gate, and when the demon cultivators come, they are sent to death, and they are not brainless!

He paused and suddenly laughed, gloating: "I think it's your Ethereal Illusion Mansion's lack of ability that allowed Demon Cultivation to take advantage of the loophole, Xie Qian's cultivation is slightly higher than me, but does he have my acumen?" Am I alert? The exercises he practiced were star fortune deduction, and how could the Sword Sect have a tight defense. ”

Qinglian is very confident in his abilities.

"I delivered the words, do you believe it or not."

Qinglian was arrogant and arrogant, and when something happened, she was blamed for not reminding her.

Wen Yi walked out of the main hall and was thinking about looking for Shen Yu, when a disciple rushed in in a hurry, and hurriedly said, "Elder, Ling Yujun has gone mad." ”

"What?" Qinglian stood up suddenly, "He is in the early stage of the Jindan Realm, and he is not in the Chongyuan Infant Realm, how can he go mad when he meditates and breathes?" ”

Ling Yujun is a disciple of the sect master, if something happens to him, the sect master will definitely anger him.

Qing Lian glanced at the thermometer and thought about it, it might be useful to bring her, "Seventh Elder, I see that you are very worried about Ling Yujun, come with me?" ”

Wen Yi nodded, "Okay." ”

The group hurriedly walked to Ling Yujun's residence, and before they could get close, they felt the demonic aura rushing to the sky.

This kind of demonic energy is not a demonic spirit, but a strange demonic energy that has never been seen before.

Wen Yi looked at the backyard on the top of the dark clouds and only felt that she was very familiar with this demonic aura, probably when she had seen it, but now she can't remember.

"It's really demonic energy." Qinglian glanced at Wen Yi deeply, and met her smiling gaze, he felt as if his face had been slapped hard by an invisible hand, and it hurt hotly.

Before they could enter the door, they saw a figure flying out from a distance.

Wen Yi and Qinglian dodged at the same time.

"Bang-"

The disciple who was waiting for Ling Yujun fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood and fainting to death.

"Jiang Huaiyu!" Qinglian rushed into the courtyard and saw Ling Yujun who was haunted by demonic energy, and he made a heart-clearing spell with his hands.

Ling Yujun's handsome face is covered with fuchsia weird patterns, the patterns seem to have magical powers, and a glance can evoke the craziest, most terrifying, and most unwanted past in his heart.

The cyan aura shrouded Ling Yujun's body, and he let out a beast-like roar, and knelt on the ground in pain.

Wen Yi raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure floating in the air, and said with her divine sense: "You did it?" ”

Shen Yu's cold face couldn't see any expression, he floated to Wen Yi's side, his silver hair was flying, and his eyes were cold: "No." ”

As soon as he arrived at the Sword Sect's station, Ling Yujun went mad.

This demonic aura was really weird, and he didn't see which way it was.