Yang Qian got the news of Yan Chixia, put his mind at ease, and agreed to send Song Ming home. With a wave of Fei Xue's right hand, a flame appeared out of thin air and landed on Song Ming's corpse. The raging fire turned Song Ming into ashes in a few moments.

Fei Xue waved her right hand again, and a jade jar appeared out of thin air in her hand, carefully putting Song Ming's ashes into it. Although Yang Qian had not really stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he already had a basic understanding of the situation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. So it's not surprising that he took out a jade altar out of nothing for Fei Xue. The monk has a kind of storage bag that is very small on the outside and has a lot of space on the inside, like the USB drive in Yang Qian's previous life.

Generally, immortal cultivators go out empty-handed, and some will put their weapons on their backs for the convenience of fighting. Their stuff is in storage bags and has everything they need.

After the collapse of the dungeon, the sound of battle gradually subsided. The battle of one person and one demon, I don't know what happened in the end. Yang Qian didn't have the courage to check it.

The night was getting darker and darker, and Yang Qian hugged Yan Wushuang and slept in the open air. Fei Xue hugged Song Ming's ashes, hummed an unknown ballad, and didn't sleep all night.

On the second day, a red sun rose in the east, bringing hope and light to the world. The snow in Mt. Moshan slowly melts under the sunlight and comes to life again. But the thousands of martial arts people in Qingyang Town can no longer see this scene.

Yang Qian sighed for a while when he thought of this. The difficulty of the road to cultivating immortals can only be known by experiencing it firsthand. This is the moat of mortals and immortals.

Yang Qian silently took Song Ming's ashes, took off his coat and wrapped it carefully, put it on his back, and walked down the mountain. Yang Qian saw that Fei Xue wanted to speak several times, and deliberately slowed down his pace, but he didn't wait for Fei Xue's words.

Ice Dog Swallowing Moon seemed to identify Yan Wushuang and followed behind her. Yang Qian couldn't guess what it had to do with the snow demon. It appeared in Maoshan and lived in the underground palace, and it must have a lot of relationship with the snow demon, but it didn't care about the life and death of the snow demon at all. Yang Qian didn't understand it after thinking about it, so he could only let it go. It listens to Yan Wushuang's words very much, and it is a good combat power and a good helper. Yesterday, Yang Qian had to take action to pick up a life.

Fei Xue kept looking at the backs of Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang, and did not withdraw her gaze until the two figures disappeared.

After she died in Song Ming, her heart seemed to follow Song Ming, leaving only an empty body. Yang Qian didn't know how to persuade, and there was no way to persuade him, a moment ago, the two were still strangers, and Song Ming, as a link, spoke to each other.

"Ask what the world is like, and teach people to promise life and death. "Love is the most difficult thing to understand. Her wounds can only be healed by time.

Yang Qian did not immediately go towards the Guiyuan faction, and continued to face north, hoping to find Yan Chixia.

Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang searched for a whole morning, but only saw a few pools of blood and a few feathers. The blood had long since dried up, and it was difficult to tell whether it was human blood or demon blood. The golden feathers are definitely the feathers of the golden-winged roc bird.

The traces of the battle are also clearly visible, a pit here, a pit there, all over the mountains. The Golden-winged Roc did meet the enemy, and a fierce battle ensued.

"Brother Yan...... Abba...... Where are you?" Yang Qian and Yan Wu shouted as they walked together, and Yan Chixia was still nowhere to be seen, as if he had completely disappeared.

Although the two of them got news from Fei Xue, Yan Chixia may have been out of danger. They didn't see Yan Chixia, but they were still relieved.

The two of them have been looking for the sunset since the morning, and they have searched for a hundred miles, but they still haven't seen any trace of Yan Chixia.

"Uncle Yang, do you think Abba will be eaten by the big bird!" Yan Wushuang asked with rain.

Yang Qian didn't know how to answer, and there was such a possibility. He squatted down, patted Yan Wushuang's head, and said comfortingly: "Brother Yan is a celestial person, he will definitely be fine." ”

"But we haven't seen him for so long. Yan Wushuang burst into tears.

Yang Qian's low comfort took a long time to make Yan Wushuang stop crying.

"Shuang'er, there's no way for us to find it like this. Yang Qian looked at the darkened sky and said to Yan Wushuang.

"Boom...... I just need Abba!" Yan Wushuang is only a ten-year-old child after all, and his father is the only one to rely on. She has no father, as if she has lost her backbone, very confused and helpless.

Yang Qian thought of the wording and said, "Let's go west first, your Abba will definitely catch up when he is out of danger." On the same day, Yang Qian and Yan Chixia made an appointment to go all the way to the west, looking for overseas immortal mountains to practice immortal arts. Yan Chixia knew Yang Qian's destination.

Yang Qian explained the situation to Yan Wushuang clearly, and Yan Wushuang could only agree to Yang Qian's plan.

This area is full of mountains, one after the other, with strange rocks and vegetation. They want to find someone in this environment, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. And Yan Chixia came to them differently. They must have taken the official road on their way west, passing through populated places.

Yan Chixia only needs to find someone to ask, and he can get the news of the two of them.

On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang came to Turtle Mountain. This is where the Kamegen sect is located.

Turtle Mountain is named because it resembles a turtle, the Turtle Yuan faction is built on the back of the turtle, in front of it is a very large green lake, the vast lake, the lake water is clear, the turtle Yuan faction is reflected in the water, countless cranes rest in it, a good group of fairy family style.

Yang Qian was a little moved. If he hadn't gotten the immortal ascension order from Zhongshan Zhenren, it would be good to stay here.

Yang Qian came to the Qinghu Lake when he heard a shout: "What person!"

Yang Qian dealt with many immortals and knew that not everyone was as good-tempered as Chen Xiao and Song Ming. They regard mortals as grass mustards, and they kill people when they don't agree with each other.

Yang Qian said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "The mortal Yang Qian, entrusted by others, sent the Song Ming Immortal Master home. ”

"Where is Senior Brother Song?" The man guarding the door was about thirty-five years old, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, triangular eyes, and a fierce face. After listening to Yang Qian, he directly lifted Yang Qian's collar and lifted him up.

Yang Qian's hands danced wildly, and he hurriedly said, "On my back." ”

"Senior Brother Song, why did you leave like this!" The monkey-faced man looked at Yang Qian's back, and immediately understood everything, and cried with tears and snot.

Yang Qian carefully took out Song Ming's ash altar and put it in front of him.

The monkey-faced man climbed a few steps, hugged the urn and cried louder.

The Kamegen faction seemed to be woken up by the cry of the monkey-faced man, and many people rushed towards this side.

The first person with white eyebrows, the first to arrive, and immediately shouted: "Ma Yuan, what are you crying and crying early in the morning?"

"Master, Senior Brother Song is gone!" Ma Yuan revealed the urn he was holding in his arms. The white-eyed old man suddenly trembled all over his body, and his spirit was sluggish, as if he was several years older.

"Heaven has no eyes! the hope of the Turtle Yuan Sect!" the white-eyed old man shouted, spurting a mouthful of blood and falling backwards. Fortunately, the others from the Guiyuan faction rushed over, shouting and rescuing, leaving Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang completely aside.

Yang Qian saw that the task had been completed, and no one paid attention to them, turned around and was about to leave.

Ma Yuan stopped them: "Wait a minute, the head is awake, and he still wants to ask you?"

Ma Yuan's tone was stiff, as if Yang Qian was the murderer who killed Song Ming. Yang Qian was a little angry, and replied: "We are friends of Song Immortal Master, so we sent him home." We weren't welcome here, and we left right away. ”

"You're looking for death. Ma Yuan's eyes jumped, and he wanted to draw his sword and behead Yang Qian.

Yang Qian held the handle of the pig-killing knife in his right hand, knowing that he was not an opponent, he had to fight to the death.

"Stop. The head of Baimei woke up in time and stopped Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan saw the head speak, and Xin Xin stepped back. Yang Qian also put his hand down.

"Thank you Xiaoyou for sending Song Ming back, I don't know how to call it, I am Song Yiqi, the head of the Guiyuan faction, and Song Ming's father, can you tell me the cause of Song Ming's death. ”

The cause of Song Ming's death was not something to be seen. So, Yang Qian told everything that happened in Maoshan in detail.

"I told Senior Brother Song a long time ago which woman to stay away from. After Yang Qian finished speaking, Ma Yuan jumped up and shouted again.

"Oh, it's his life. Hit the hell with it. Song Yiqi sighed.

"Little friend Yang Qian, are you willing to join the Turtle Yuan Sect. Song Yiqi was sad for a while and asked Yang Qian.

Yang Qian didn't expect this scene, but he made up his mind to go to the Tahoe faction, of course he wouldn't agree, and politely rejected Song Yiqi.

Song Yiqi was not angry, and said earnestly: "Don't look down on the Guiyuan faction, we are one of the top ten side sects." It's not comparable to ordinary sects. ”

Yang Qian knew from Chen Xiao where he knew about the immortal cultivation forces in Yunzhou, the most powerful was the Nine Great Immortal Sects, followed by the Side Gate and the Left Dao, second only to the Nine Great Sects, and then the family.

Yang Qian's experience in his previous life shows that a good choice must be chosen. And what he wanted was beyond what ordinary sects could have. Therefore, he must enter the top sect.

Song Yiqi saw that Yang Qian was so confident, and suddenly took a stride, came to Yang Qian's side, grabbed his hand and touched the root bone, and after touching Yang Qian, he touched Yan Wushuang again.

"A Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, a Heavenly Water Spiritual Root, no wonder you don't want to stay in this shallow water. Song Yiqi said in a low voice.

Song Yiqi's movements were too fast, and Yang Qian completely reacted. Song Yiqi's cultivation must be in the Jindan period. It's no wonder that the top ten sects on the side, how can the head of the sect not even be in the Jindan period?

"The two of you are guests from afar, let's go to the guest room to rest first!" Song Yiqi did not let Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang leave, and arranged a place for them to stay.

Yang Qian didn't dare to say more, lest he end up dead on the spot. Yan Wushuang will not have an opinion, now where Yang Qian goes, she will go.

Yang Qiangui Yuan faction stayed for a day, never saw Song Yiqi again, and listened to the disciples say that the head of Song was sad and retreated. Yang Qian wanted to go down the mountain, but no one let him go, which made him very distressed.

Gui Yuan sent his disciples to treat Yang Qian and the others with courtesy, but Yang Qian was uncomfortable, as if there was some danger waiting for them. It's an instinctive induction. Yang Qian has possessed this ability since he became a Blood Demon Atom.

The Guiyuan faction was peaceful, and Yang Qian couldn't see where the danger was. He couldn't tell where the danger was, he had to stay away.

Yan Wushuang couldn't wait for Yan Chixia to arrive for a long time, and he became more and more anxious. Yang Qian decided that he must leave the Guiyuan faction this time.