Mu Lai flashed sideways, and the bamboo sword broke away from the wolf's fangs, and flexibly inserted it from the left rib, until it reached the handle. He quickly drew his sword, and the wolf fell to the snow with a thud, but more roared and pounced. A few began to tear at the wolf's corpse, while a few cautiously surrounded him.

Finished. Mu Lai's eyes were dizzy again. The little swordsmanship he had practiced while hunting in his hometown was obviously unable to deal with such a group of demonic beasts full of spirits. The wolves roared cautiously, approaching little by little, he raised the bamboo sword in front of his chest, the Taoist priest in the village said that I would become an earth-shattering event in the future, and my sister was still lying unconscious on the bed. He gripped the hilt tighter and breathed deeply.

The wolves were still approaching unhurriedly, and several believers stood beside him, slowly retreating nervously with him. Others cried out, especially after those who had died were torn to shreds.

Those cold fireballs slowly approached, Mu Lai felt his heart beat violently and his chest trembled, and he had to muster all his courage to suppress the desire to scream and turn around and run away. Just as the surroundings gradually fell silent, making people breathless, a few mournful wails suddenly sounded, followed by a piercing sound of flesh tearing.

He shuddered, and took several steps back, and it took him a moment to make sure that the exclamation was not his own. The wolves quickly turned around, ignoring their lambs to the slaughter, and roared together towards the center of the pack.

Only then did Mu Lai see clearly the figure in the wolf pack, the man was wrapped in a heavy cyan cloak, almost covering his entire face, holding a spear taller than a person in both hands, the blade of the spear was unusually huge, and there was a narrow crescent-shaped blade on each side. At this time, this spear was wielded by him vigorously, piercing through the wolf's bones and cutting the wolf's body.

The man slashed and slashed non-stop, and this time the wolves apparently didn't have time to approach slowly, and scrambled and lunged at him. Mu Lai relieved his violently beating heart, and leaned forward to wait for an opportunity to help, but soon found that there was no such need. The wolves pounced on him one after another, but the man never seemed to get tired, and the spear in his hand danced faster and faster. At first, it took him several rounds for each wolf, and sometimes he was bitten by chance. And as the wolf corpses piled higher and higher, the bright red wolf blood stained the man's robe, and the spear in his hand gradually turned cyan, and then began to burn, and finally the spear, up to his whole person, was actually burning in the cold blue flames. He no longer has the action of blocking and slashing, but constantly stabbing out at a rapid speed, like the fangs of a giant snake, and each nightmare bite will take the life of more than one wolf. The bright red flowers in the snow grew deeper and deeper, and it was as if it was no longer the warrior who was fighting, but the terrible spear in his hand. The thick smell of blood wafted all around, almost suffocating, and many believers turned around and retched.

The wolves were gradually worn out of their spirits, and a few of the outer ones began to flee with wails, and soon all the remaining wolves fled in a hurry. The man chased after him mercilessly, and stabbed all the wolves to death in the snow after half a mile of pursuit. Then he walked towards them with a gun on his shoulder.

Mu Lai and the believers around him took a step back, almost more nervous in their hearts than when they faced the evil wolf. Only then did he see that the lips and chin that were sticking out from under the man's cloak looked like a young boy, a few years younger than himself, and he could almost be called a child.

The boy slowly walked up to them, raised his head slightly, and revealed a pair of pale red, sharp and clear, mocking eyes. Then he looked at them with indifference and sympathy in those eyes, and then he put the gun back on his back, and walked away without saying a word, carrying a wolf corpse in one hand.

The believers were still staring at the direction of his departure, until the young man's small back completely disappeared in the snow, and then they finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground one by one.

Mu Lai was the first to sit down, and the pain in his stomach and forehead almost made him faint. He knew that after such a battle and fright, he would not be able to hold out for another night no matter what. After gasping for breath for a while, he mustered up the last of his strength, dragged the wolf corpse a little away from the camp, and immediately started a fire.

An hour later, he came back to life and returned to the camp in good spirits, where he found the believers asleep. The corpses of men and wolves were hastily buried, and the layers of blood on the snow were still dazzling, but there was no trace of the massacre.

The Pure Yang Hall is located at the southern end of Yunzhou, very close to the Shuangyue Academy in Yuezhou, and there are also some controversial cultivation blessed places between the two factions.

It is also the Cultivation Heavenly Gate, and this Twin Moon Academy is among the six holy gates, and its strength is extremely strong.

"The Six Holy Gates are so majestic. Although it is also the way of heaven to eat the strong, this forcible seizure has not happened for many years. The carved gold sword hummed and trembled, and Qin Xiang, the lord of Changning Peak, said with concern: "Although our faction has never been in harmony with the Pure Yang Palace, but the lips are cold and the teeth are cold, if there is a big war, it will be difficult to avoid it." ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of. A rough voice was full of nonchalance, from the blue Wandering Sword, the peak master of the Cold Annihilation Peak, Lan Zhenhuan, "My Cangyun's strength has broken through in recent decades, and it is no longer comparable to the bull noses of the Pure Yang Palace, even if it is those six families, they will never easily anger us." ”

Chen Zichang said: "It is not for this purpose to convene you. Before Shuangyue made a move, he first sent a secret letter to the Pure Yang Palace, writing that the sky lacks moon pollution, the hidden star appears in the world, and the demon ban has the image of loosening, for the righteousness of the world, please ask the Pure Yang Palace to lend the colored stone islands to help the academy make a breakthrough in cultivation, so as to guard the world when the demon tide comes. The Lord of the Pure Yang Hall regarded this as an insult and sent this secret letter to the two factions of Cangyun and Shiren, asking for support. Unexpectedly, the Shuangyue Academy noticed this and immediately took a strong rob. ”

Zhong Li shook his head and said: "Cultivating the True Heavenly Gate, although there are immortals and demons, but they are all random fate, in order to seek immortality, the master of the Pure Yang Hall is inevitably naïve." That Twin Moon Academy is also domineering, claiming righteousness, I think it's mostly for the Heavenly Dao Conference!"

Qin Xiangge's voice was like a graceful rhythm and asked, "I heard that the Heavenly Dao Conference was ten years ahead of schedule, but is it true?"

The third person present, Liu Baixi, the master of Huanling Peak, smiled and said: "The flying bird of Tiangong Pavilion has already conveyed this matter, Senior Sister Qin has just come out of the inner pass, and Xu has not seen it yet. There is still a year and a half, and this biggest event in the cultivation realm is about to begin. ”

Qin Goge said softly: "All the peak masters have made breakthroughs, I heard that there is even a senior uncle who has touched that realm in the death pass, and there is that shocking child, it is time for us to be on an equal footing with those six gates." ”

Chen Zichang said: "The Heavenly Dao Conference is mainly based on exchanges between various sects in order to make breakthroughs. We wait for the gate of cultivation, and we don't have to fight for the name of the six or seven gates. ”

Mingwu smiled faintly, without words.

Having said that, he understood that Cangyun still attached great importance to this name. Cangyun Sect has always been a strong one among the Xiuzhen Sects, and it cannot be ranked among the six holy gates, which also makes many people angry.

If it weren't for that, there would be no resumption of the Ascension. Chen Zichang even looked forward to fishing out the dusty genius from the mortal world.

Lan Zhenhuan said: "Just wait for the head to penetrate the dead pass and support the heaven of nine products, everything can be done." From top to bottom, they are not inferior to those holy gates. What's more, Senior Brother Zhong taught a good apprentice, which made those guys also red-eyed. ”

Zhong Li laughed and said: "Zhong is just pointing out one or two, how dare you take credit." Who of you didn't order a few sentences? Sooner or later, he will go all over the Nine Peaks and gather my clouds. It's a pity that this Heavenly Dao Conference can't wait for him for ten years. ”

Liu Baixi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhong doesn't have to be modest, Feng'er is a genius, how can he be separated from your teacher's teaching?

"It's his own meaning. Zhong Li sighed and said, "He has always been modest, even if he is a genius who has not been born in my Cangyun Sect for hundreds of years, but he thinks that his talent is not as good as the three names that he is called, in order to live up to Cangyun's high expectations, he resolutely invites himself to enter the death level to practice." You can also rest assured, I have full confidence in him when I cultivate in the outer gate. The day of leaving the customs will not be far away, and when it comes, it will be worthy of the name of the four sons of Great Xia, and there will be no fear of the dragon in Leizhou. ”

Liu Feng, the fourth son of Great Xia. It is indeed a thousand-year-old treasure picked up by Cangyun Gate, and it is also the confidence of Cangyun to strive for a higher position.

Chen Zichang said: "Speaking of Feng'er, I also received a letter in recent days. About a year later, Yun Shenwu's descendant wanted to use the Meditation Peak to cultivate, and at that time it was time for him to get out of the customs. ”

Lan Zhenhuan laughed and said, "Manager Chen wants Feng'er to be that Yunjun." ”

Liu Baixi frowned and said, "Bai Xi remembers, Feng'er has a relationship with Yuan'er, right?"

Qin Goge chuckled and said, "Young people, they have their own moods, so I don't have to worry about it." ”

A cold voice came from the void: "The sect dispute, the Heavenly Dao Conference, the cloud is deep and there is no sect, small talk should be enough, what is the matter of summoning us and the others?"

The jet-black heavy sword hung over the sky, like a rift that swallowed up the light.

The voice came from Zhuo Youruo, the Lord of the Long Night Peak.

"It's rare for all the peak masters to get together, and it's common to chat a few words, don't blame Senior Brother Zhuo. Chen Zichang paused, took a deep breath and said, "The black door in the deepest part of the death pass has been opened. ”