Zhuohua folded his arms and bowed his head in contemplation. Her fingers tapped lightly on the arm of her other hand, her brow furrowed.

These few times the movements of the demon cultivators are a little weird, more like they are trying to create chaos. But why do they do it?

In the original plot, only the first part is written in detail, and the latter part is more like an outline.

And since she's been here, a lot of things have started to change slowly. This made the original plot slowly drift, so that it could not be relied on.

Zhuohua pursed his lips, carefully recalling the vague memory. Even though the plot is no longer reliable, it may give her a hint.

Confusion.

This word flashed through Zhuohua's mind like a bolt of light, like a key, instantly unlocking and opening the dusty memory.

A large paragraph of text rushed into Zhuohua's mind.

There were countless corpses in the eyes, and those companions who were still laughing beside them yesterday turned into cold bodies in the blink of an eye. Blood pooled into a river, staining the entire battlefield a blood-red color. The sun had already been obscured by dark clouds, and Su Jinxuan let the rain wet herself, and her heart was empty.

Zhuohua's heart skipped a beat, and a chill surged from the soles of her feet, rushing straight to her skull, as if it was about to freeze the blood all over her body. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм <, domain name, remember ://www.. ://m..

This is a description from the original script. They appeared so clearly in front of her eyes, as if they had just been seen, deeply engraved in her memory

Although she only remembered this paragraph, it was not difficult to guess that this should be a big battle, a big battle between human cultivation and demon cultivation.

However, this information alone will not help her.

There was a hint of irritation in Zhuohua's eyebrows, she scratched her head and exhaled sullenly.

"You go back and get ready, and you'll leave tomorrow."

Ziyang's true words pulled Zhuohua's thoughts back.

She carefully looked at the people, and assessed the approximate strength of their team in her heart.

There are a total of five people in the team this time, and the number is relatively small.

There were already several teams in front of them, so the pressure on their time was much lighter.

Ziyang Zhenren told Zhuohua that they were ostensibly to support the Xiaoyao Sect this time, but the real task was to investigate the purpose of the demon cultivation while everyone was focusing on the Xiaoyao Sect.

It's just that how to do it still depends on Zhuohua's own arrangement.

In the team led by Zhuohua, there were a total of three girls and two boys, but Zhuohua was familiar with only one person, Luo Yang.

In terms of the tacit understanding of the team, it must be discounted a lot.

Because they left late, there was no way to do it.

Zhuohua could only secretly pray that these people were not people who were difficult to get along with and had a lot of things to do, otherwise along the way, I was afraid that there would be a lot of trouble.

Ziyang Zhenren left after explaining the matter, and handed over the venue to a few of them.

Before leaving, he gestured with his eyes.

Zhuohua knew that this was telling her not to forget to go to see Su Jinxuan.

Zhuohua nodded at him, saying that he would not forget, and Ziyang Zhencai left with his hands behind his back.

"My name is Zhan Zhuohua, and I am a disciple of Ancestral Peak's Wuji Patriarch, but you don't have to call me uncle, call me Zhuohua to go to school" Zhuohua took the lead in speaking, "Since we are going to stay together together for a short time in the future, it is better for everyone to get acquainted with each other first." ”