Ling Yun hugged his fist at Liu Yanren, who was sitting on the stage, and said, "I don't know what Senior Liu means?"

Liu Yanren heard that many gangs were silent now, and he thought that he also had his own plan in his heart.

Ling Yun brushed the Buddha dust and waited quietly for an answer, compared to the excessive discussion of other family gangs. He was remarkably calm.

Liu Yanren glanced sideways at Ling Yun and said, "Daoist Ling Yun shouldn't have said something, right?"

The rest of the gang saw that the two of you said it one sentence at a time, and they all stopped talking and listened quietly, and they were a little embarrassed on their faces, but they forgot that Qingshan Hall was not allowed to be too noisy such a family rule.

Ling Yun smiled lightly: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Senior Liu." Indeed, there is indeed something wrong with the junior Baiyun Temple. ”

The red-clothed Daoist said, "I don't know what happened to Lingyun Daoist, why haven't you heard about it?"

"I specially instructed my disciples not to spread it, because this matter is really difficult to talk about, and it doesn't seem right to say it or not. Ling Yun smiled dryly: "I don't know if the family masters have found that there are fewer people today?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the red-clothed Taoist suddenly said, "The spirit clan." ”

"Yes, yes, I haven't seen anyone from the Spirit Body Clan come this morning, it stands to reason that Tianya Pavilion is the closest to Qingshan Palace, even if something is delayed, this hour should be coming. ”

Ling Yun reminded that the red-clothed Dao chief broke it, and everyone suddenly said.

Liu Yanren's eyes sank, and he instructed the attacker: "Send someone to Tianya Pavilion." ”

"No need for Senior Liu, it's useless. Ling Yun said slowly: "This season, the body of the spirit clan is put into the ice coffin, and everyone knows that they need to be possessed and lived. ”

Everyone nodded: "You need to possess the spirit to fulfill your long-cherished wish for others, and get cultivation to maintain your life." In fact, to put it bluntly, he is working for ghosts. ”

The tip of the man's ear squinted his eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

The red-clothed Taoist shook his sleeves and said, "At this point, I will confess that our gang is a famous family, and we are really decent." Although it is said that the three factions are united, who can say clearly what kind of existence the spirit clan is, and everyone is right, the spirit clan is to put it bluntly, they are working for the ghosts. It is against the law of the world to survive for others when everyone is dead. Over the years, I think everyone has also known it, and they can't see through it with one eye and one eye closed, but now ......"

"Enough. Liu Yanren interrupted sharply: "The spirit body clan is now mature and steady, honest and resolute, and Lin Huiyin and his clan have always adhered to their duties and treated us peacefully. There must be a reason why you don't come this time, everyone stop thinking nonsense, it's a serious thing to work together to fight against the Yin Ghost Clan, and it's really hurtful to chew your tongue behind your back now. ”

The man's face turned red and he said stiffly: "I am telling the truth. ”

There are no people here who are not afraid of Liu Yanren, aside from Liu Yanren's deep cultivation, the three old Taoist immortals in the back mountain of Qingshan Hall retreat and practice, this alone can make Qingshan Hall dominate. Moreover, the cultivation of Qingshan Hall is the way of cultivating immortals, and it is possible to live forever in the future, which is the realm that many immortal cultivators dream of.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while, Liu Yanren was a little partial to the spirit clan this time, and it was not partiality in the final analysis, but he did appreciate the person who was Bu Ya, and believed that the spirit clan would not do such a thing.

"The younger generation said that this thing is not true, and it is not said that it is not, and it is better not to say it. Ling Yun adjusted just right: "You still listen to Senior Liu's words and work together to fight against the Yin Ghost Clan, as for why Lord Lingxi is here and in the future, the younger generation also thinks that there must be a reason." ”

Liu Yanren's eyes sank, Bu Ya didn't tell the other gangs about the slaughter of Tianya Pavilion by the Yin Ghost Clan, which was beyond his expectations.

It's just that today's party, which was supposed to be a good party, is it deliberately arranged or unintentional?

Liu Yanren couldn't help but look at Ling Yun twice, this young man was only in his early twenties, mature and steady, and his appearance was outstanding, and the inheritance of Baiyun Temple was also half a month ago. I vaguely heard a little about him, he was diligent and studious, he was talented, and his reputation was good.

Were those two sentences unintentional or deliberate?

Two days away Chang'an walked past to the broken intestine cliff, here stretches and continues to meet the mountains and mountains, now it is noon but the fog spreads, look at the mountain can only see the mountain faint outline, bent into a half crescent, the front is disconnected, like a beautiful woman who still hugs the pipa and half covers her face.

There are tall trees, bamboo forests, and wild grasses at the bottom of the mountain, and there is not even a path, so you can see that no one usually comes here.

Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and stepped onto a road that was a little flat and gapy.

Brushing aside the branches and leaves, her petite body quickly avoided the trunks that were a few points thicker than her waist, and raised her feet to enter.

There were two "clicks", as if the doors and windows were tightly closed.

Chang'an's heart rang twice with this voice, and if he heard it correctly, it was the sound of the enchantment.

She subconsciously became vigilant, and tightly held the smoke in her hand to probe two layers of aura.

The white light overflowed, and everything around was enveloped.

This place was filled with white fog, and now that it came in and was blocked by the trunk of the tree, it could be said that it could not be seen with five fingers, except for a cloud of white smoke left in front of his eyes, and occasionally there were objects on the soles of his feet that did not know what ran by. Chang'an straightened his nerves and groped tentatively.

In this case, someone set up the barrier in advance before she came, and just then she felt that she didn't feel too much dark things from the barrier, but it was very faint and floated on it, and she didn't know what she was doing.

"Who has been?" she muttered, taking two steps on the soles of her feet, holding on to one side of the trunk.

The unexpected tentacles were not cracked bark, but icy ice.

Her hands trembled, her fingers straining slightly, and her nails sank into them slightly.

Chang'an shuddered in his heart, it felt like a ......

"Chang'an. A zombie with no arms and a rotting body was sticking out its tongue, leaving a little red liquid on the tip of its red tongue, and was now glaring at her with a pair of white-eyed eyes.

Chang An was startled, withdrew his hand, and there was a sticky piece on his fingers, it was a corpse skin!

Her legs went limp, and she took a step back and touched something again, which was cold and chilled her.

Chang'an froze in mid-air, his arms outstretched, one leg kneeling on the ground, and half of his body leaning on another zombie behind him.

Both before and after.

She looked around, and her heart gradually cooled, and she didn't know when she had seen something two meters away under the unclear fog line.

They were all zombies, grinning hoarsely at her, and a disgusting stench coming from their mouths.

"You are ......"

Chang'an saw clearly the appearance of the zombie who had just called her name, and her eyes suddenly widened: "Granny Wang." ”

Granny Wang was a grandmother who treated her very well in the Qingshan Palace in the past, and there was Granny Wang among the more than ten people killed by Chu Mu last time.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law. ”

She let out two tentative calls.

"Chang'an, my mother-in-law is coming to you. Granny Wang has no hands, and now she is tilting her head and smiling at her, her eyes are only the whites of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth are curled too much, until she squints the lower side of her earlobe, which looks really terrifying.

She stretched out her long fangs, and her whole body was like a puppet about to shatter, all pulled by a thread, even if she moved, her whole body seemed to be pulled and swayed from side to side when she laughed.

Chang'an was stunned, and Granny Wang screamed "whooping", bowing her head and about to bite down on her shoulder.

"Chang'an, my mother-in-law has two grandsons at home, their parents have passed away, and now only my mother-in-law is raising her, Chang'an has to love her mother-in-law and grandson when she grows up, and her mother-in-law can't live for a few years, and she can't protect Chang'an for a few days. ”

"Chang'an, you have to remember your mission, and you must not tell who your mother is until you have to. ”

"Chang'an, I'm in so much pain, look at the injuries I have all over my body. ”

Fu Qing'er stood in front of her covered in blood and cried, her mother and mother-in-law, persuading her to leave one by one.

Leave, where to leave?

"No, no, no. Chang'an covered her head and squatted on the ground, her mind unconsciously thought of the illusion she saw that day when she went to the marriage gate with Liu Qingzhou. She was covered in blood, and she was accused and abused by everyone, and those people wanted her to die, and they wanted to let themselves be wiped out immediately.

What the hell did she do wrong, and why did she do this.

"Ah!!" is helpless, incomprehensible, and painful, Chang'an slumped to the ground, in fact, there is nothing around, and ethereal things can grind people's hearts the most in a closed place where there is no human figure.

After a while, Chang'an eased his senses a little, and showed a slight slit between his five fingers.

It was quiet, nothing but fog.

After repeatedly confirming that there was nothing, Chang An collapsed to the ground, snuggled up to the tree behind him and gasped for breath.

Fang was careless for a moment and let the phantom demon take advantage of the loophole, the danger here is unknown, maybe the phantom he saw just now is just the tip of the iceberg, and he doesn't know what will happen next, so he must not be so careless.

Thinking like this, Chang'an flicked the smoke, and two syllables popped out and swirled around her. This is the most basic and useful formation for the spirit people to protect themselves, and it is the only one.

Judging from the situation, this place is far more complicated than she thought, and she must not be careless.

The smoke led the way through the layers of trees, and in some places the soles of her feet were covered with thorns, and there was no other place to settle on a path, so she had to move her toes up little by little. Even this caution was inevitable from being scratched, the boots were half tattered at the ankles of the dirty clothes, the thorns stained her with a lot of blood, and the torn rags stuck to her body were spicy and painful. Chang'an held the stout locust tree in one hand, and the hem of his clothes in the other, carefully avoiding the thorns as much as possible.

It's not that I'm afraid of pain, in fact, I'm often injured, and compared to these pains, what I'm suffering now is really nothing. She was just afraid that if she had an accident here, who would take Manzhu Sawa and who would save her sister's life.

I don't know how long it took, Chang'an's breathing gradually became heavy, the fog here dispersed a little, and his body was sweaty, thirsty and hot.