Half an hour later, Yun Moyin stood at the gate of the Hehuan Sect.

It was still daytime, but the Hehuan Sect at this time was particularly gloomy.

There was even a black crow standing on the branch, tilting its head to comb its feathers, and a pair of scarlet eyes couldn't stop spinning.

Yun Moyin stood at the mountain gate, and smelled a strong smell of blood from a distance, and at the same time, large black blood stains also appeared in front of Yun Moyin.

Elder Qingwei had just stepped into the mountain gate with Yun Moyin's front foot, and a disciple of the Hehuan Sect who had gone out to practice and escaped the catastrophe greeted him on the back foot.

"Elder Qingwei, are you here?"

Elder Qingwei looked at the disciples of the Hehuan Sect with withered faces, and gently pinched them, and in an instant, a clear qi rose from their sea of knowledge.

At this moment, the sadness that haunted their hearts faded a lot.

"Thank you, Elder Qingwei!" The remaining Hehuan Sect disciples glanced at each other, and they all looked at Elder Qingwei with gratitude on their faces.

If people who cultivate the truth worry too much, their spiritual consciousness will be chaotic, and then the demons will enter their bodies, and at that time, if they have demons in their bodies, even if they want to make their cultivation go further, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

And Elder Qingwei could see their current situation clearly with just one glance, not to mention that it was not something that other elders could easily do to bring some chaotic divine consciousness back to Qingming.

"You're welcome, if it really affects your state of mind, you can recite the heart mantra a few more times." After doing all this, Elder Qingwei withdrew his spiritual power and set his eyes on the mourning hall not far away: "In addition to my faction, how many more factions have come to support?" ”

"Elder Hui, the Dongzhou Baili Family, the Beizhou Fuyun Sword Sect and the Nanzhou Wentian Sect have all sent people, but they are still on the way, and it is estimated that they will be able to arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Hearing this, Elder Qingwei nodded, and turned to the mourning hall not far away with a compassionate face: "No matter what, the dead are great, and I will go to offer incense to the dead Daoists." ”

Hearing what Elder Qingwei said, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect couldn't help but feel a little sad, and one of the leading women saw this and took the initiative to stand up, and she made a gesture of invitation: "Elder, please." ”

When she had finished speaking, she pursed her lips and stood aside, saying no more, except that her eyes looked so desperate.

After all, this is where she grew up, and she only went out to practice for half a month, and when she came back, it became the scene she is today.

Even the senior sisters and sisters who used to be good friends with her are gone......

Who did all this......

Yun Moyin followed Elder Qingwei to the mourning hall, and when he saw the thousands of coffins in the mourning hall, he was furious.

"Elder......" Yun Moyin was about to speak and stopped, but saw Elder Qingwei pick up the spiritual incense next to the incense burner and put it on the candle flame to light it.

Suddenly, a light fragrance suddenly greeted him, which calmed Yun Moyin's restless heart.

The process of incense is extremely fast, and after Elder Qingwei is good, Yun Moyin also puts on a stick of incense.

When the incense was served, Yun Moyin couldn't help but think about it, hoping that the dead elders and disciples of the Hehuan Sect would be able to rest in peace......

After the incense, Yun Moyin went out of the door, but saw Elder Qingwei standing outside the door, and in front of him stood a white-haired old man who he had never seen before.

Yun Moyin passed through the back of Elder Qingwei, and could only faintly see the old man's childish face, and there was an elegant aura when he spoke.

However, even if he didn't know the old man, Yun Moyin knew the clothes on his body.

It was the sect costume of the Wentian Sect, and during the day today, she saw the man named Li Heng outside, and he was wearing such clothes.

It's just that this old man's body is not quite the same as that of that disciple.

This is also reflected in the neckline, as well as the patterns on the clothes.

However, the person who can come to the Hehuan Sect alone must not be a simple person, it is very likely that it is the famous Elder Wenying of the Heavenly Sect, Yun Moyin thought.

Just as she was looking outside, the people outside also noticed Yun Moyin.

"Qingwei, who is she?"

Elder Wen Ying's slightly old voice fell, and as soon as Yun Moyin's eyes were on Elder Wen Ying, he heard a familiar male voice coming over.

"Elder Ying, it's her who used the talisman on me!"

As he spoke, the person who came revealed half of his head, and he looked at Yun Moyin angrily, but saw that the latter had a calm face.

Li Heng originally thought that after saying this, Elder Wen Ying would stand on his side, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as his words fell, Elder Wen Ying raised his hand and gave him a brain jump: "You are embarrassed to say, if you didn't cultivate and ran around, people wouldn't need to wear out your cultivation to give you a protective shield." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yun Moyin with a look of approval: "Little girl, you did the right thing." ”

After speaking, he turned around and glared at Li Heng again.

Elder Ying was glared at him like this, Li Heng pursed his lips aggrievedly, took a step back, and stopped talking.

"Okay, Qingwei, I'll talk about it later, I'll go and offer incense to the dead Daoists of this Hehuan Sect first."

After saying this, Elder Wen Ying crossed Elder Qingwei and entered the mourning hall.

In fact, this is not a spiritual hall at all, the disciples and elders of the Hehuan Sect have a large population, even if a small number survive, but most of them die.

With this large part alone, the ordinary hall and courtyard can no longer hold their corpses.

Therefore, in order to be able to place such a large number of corpses, the remaining disciples of the Hehuan Sect dismantled the ring that was usually used for exercise in the sect and simply decorated it into a mourning hall.

Elder Wenying took Li Heng to incense, and Elder Qingwei had no intention of staying here, so the disciples assigned a guest room and went to the guest room.

Because Yun Moyin and another elder came with Elder Qingwei, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect deserved to divide them together.

In the evening, the Qing Ming and Fuya Elders of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect also arrived at the Hehuan Sect.

However, Yun Moyin didn't know, because at this time, she was cultivating in the guest room.

For some reason, the spiritual power of the Hehuan Sect is much purer than that in the Streamer Sect.

Yun Moyin spread out his consciousness, attracting the fire element in the air, introducing it into the dantian, watering the Tianxin grass in the dantian.

Since discovering his talent, Yun Moyin has been watering the Tianxin Grass with spiritual power all the time, only hoping that the Tianxin Grass can grow faster.

Of course, Tianxincao also lived up to expectations and grew up a lot.

If it was said that the Tianxin grass only grew one leaf before, then, after this period of watering, the Tianxin grass not only grew half taller, but also pulled out a second leaf.

The tender green Tianxin grass grows gratifyingly, it stretches two leaves, exudes its due effect in the dantian of Yunmoyin, and all the spiritual power that is absorbed by Yunmoyin is put away, and it dwells in this dantian, only waiting for Yunmoyin to use it directly, and does not need to run Zhoutian.