After Yang Qian left, Maoshan returned to his original calm again. Suddenly, a black light shot from afar and landed where the ghoul sect Qin Yu was fighting with the flower demon.

The man in black was pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years, but his eyes were so bright that he couldn't bear to look at them directly. The man in black scanned the battlefield with terrifying eyes, and shouted angrily, "Blood Demon Sect, look for ...... death"

The man in black checked it a little, and found out Yang Qian's origin, thinking of the blood demon. Yang Qian's original abacus was completely broken, but fortunately, the man in black still guessed wrong.

"Ahh With a loud bang, Maoshan, which was originally riddled with holes, completely collapsed. Since then, there has been no more Maoshan in the world. It turned out that the place of Maoshan became a deep pit, and the rainwater collected from all sides to form a lake, which is a later story.

The mighty monk was furious, the mountain peak collapsed, and the water flowed off, it was too terrifying. This man in black was none other than Qin Feiyu, the elder of the Ghoul Sect, and Qin Yu's father, a powerful monk in the Yuan Infant Stage.

Qin Feiyu smashed Maoshan down, released some anger, turned his gaze to the north, and flew away like an arrow. The north is where the Blood Demon Cult is located.

The man in black appeared so quickly was not something Yang Qian could have imagined. Even if he knew, he would be powerless. If Qin Feiyu really found his body, he could only close his eyes and wait for death. The mighty monk blew on it, and he turned to ashes.

Today is the third day that Yang Qian came to the Guiyuan faction, and he said goodbye to Ma Yuan again. Ma Yuan is the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Guiyuan faction, and all kinds of external affairs of the Guiyuan faction are under his control. The first few times, Ma Yuan avoided it. This time, Yang Qian mustered up the courage and was about to go to find Ma Yuan, but he didn't expect Ma Yuan to come to the door by himself.

"Brother Yang, you don't think about it anymore and stay in the Guiyuan faction?" Ma Yuan said with a smile on his face. The Turtle Yuan Party was very attentive to Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang is Tianlinggen, and kept the two of them many times, but neither of them let go.

Ma Yuan brought up the old matter again, but Yang Qian still insisted on his original idea and replied: "Immortal Master Ma, I have already made an agreement with someone to participate in the entrance assessment of the Nine Great Immortal Sects together. I've been looking for Ma Xianshi to resign for the past few days?"

"Hey, since that's the case, I won't keep Brother Yang. You took all the trouble to send Senior Brother Song back, and I prepared some thin wine to see you off. ”

Yang Qian refused again and again, and Ma Yuan pulled Yang Qian forward without saying a word. Yan Wushuang has always followed Yang Qian, and of course he is also following behind. Since the ice dog Tianyue came to the Guiyuan faction, he often went to Qinghu to play, and did not come back until it was dark. It is a free body, and it is not the pet of Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang, and Yang Qian has no way to take care of it.

Yang Qian felt that Ma Yuan was a little overzealous, but he had no way to refuse, so he could only let him move forward.

Ma Yuan took Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang to a very quiet residence in Qinghu Town at the foot of the Guiyuan Pai Mountain, and there were already three people waiting. Qinghu Town developed on the basis of the Guiyuan sect, and although most of the people were mortals, the industries they ran were all related to spiritual practice.

"This is Zhang Heng, Li Dui, and Jin Bu, all of whom are my fellow brothers and have a close relationship with Senior Brother Song. Ma Yuan smiled and introduced the three of them to Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang.

Yang Qian did not doubt anything else, and recognized Song Ming's personality very much. Since it is his friend, then there is no problem.

Ma Yuan clapped his hands, and the people began to serve the food. The dishes were very rich, and those that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the water were all laid out on it.

Yang Qian was also born into a wealthy family, and he was taken aback by these dishes, which was really unheard of and unheard of.

Yang Qian gasped at the sumptuous dinner table, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you say that cultivating immortals should have a pure heart and few desires?

Chen Xiao saw Yang Qian's doubts, and said with a smile: "This is not an ordinary banquet, but an immortal banquet. ”

Yang Qian was even more puzzled: "What is the Immortal Banquet?"

"Brother Yang hasn't really entered the Immortal Cultivation Realm yet, so it's natural not to know about the Immortal Banquet. The so-called immortal banquet is that food is helpful for cultivation, not the desire of the tongue. ”

Yang Qian heard Ma Yuan say this, and immediately understood. Isn't the Queen Mother Yaochi Immortal Banquet the same? A fairy peach that can become an immortal can be eaten casually at the Yaochi Immortal Banquet, otherwise how could those immortals sharpen their heads one by one and want to participate?

"This is a golden chicken soup stewed with snow mushrooms, which is very helpful for dredging the meridians. ”

"This is green turtle soup, which is helpful for improving cultivation. ”

"This is black cicada porridge, which can clear the dark wounds of the body.

.......

Ma Yuan introduced the origin and efficacy of the ingredients one by one, which opened the eyes of Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang.

Yang Qian drank a few sips of green turtle soup, and felt a beating in the dantian, as if he was about to break through the barrier, from the day after tomorrow to the day after tomorrow into the day after tomorrow eleven. Yan Wushuang didn't cultivate, he ate a few mushrooms, and his face turned red.

Such a precious delicacy made Yang Qian's appetite and completely relaxed his vigilance. Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness and double vision in his eyes.

"Master Ma Xian....... what's going on. Yang Qian raised his head and questioned Ma Yuan, but he was shocked when he saw that Yan Wushuang was already lying on the table. Yang Qian was about to go over to check on Yan Wushuang's situation, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground.

"Wasted a good table. Zhang Heng said with a face, and said with some flesh pain.

Ma Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, if you want to have a harvest, you have to pay." These two people are both Heavenly Spirit Roots, and they refuse to stay in the Turtle Yuan Sect, so they can only make this decision. ”

"Senior Brother Ma, they still have an ice dog, I don't know where to go. Li Dui said with some concern.

Ma Yuan didn't care and said: "That ice dog has already been hooked by the Xuanwu in the Qinghu Lake, and it won't come back until it gets dark." And what if it comes back, we can't deal with a brute in the four foundation building periods?" The three of them felt that Ma Yuan was right, and they stopped talking.

The four of them began to move, and Ma Yuan fiddled with the decorative paintings on the wall next to the dining table, revealing a secret door. The four of them carried Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang inside. After the four of them entered, the secret door closed as if nothing had happened.

Inside the secret door is another world, very spacious, with all kinds of machines and formations, brightly lit, and countless people walking through it. These people had great respect for Ma Yuan, and when they saw Ma Yuan entering, they hurriedly stopped saluting in their hands.

"How's the preparation? Ma Yuan asked.

An old man with all white hair replied respectfully, "Young master, everything is ready." ”

"Let's start!" Ma Yuan waved his hand. With Ma Yuan's order, the dungeon was busy again.

Yang Qian felt as if he had fallen into a pot of oil, every cell groaned in pain, even the bone marrow was in pain.

"Ahh His limbs were tied to an iron bed.

Yang Qian looked down at his body, he was wearing nothing, and looked around again, the dazzling light made him feel cold.

"Shuang'er ......" Yang Qian turned his head and saw Yan Wushuang's situation, and suddenly felt sad. At this moment, Yan Wushuang was wearing nothing on his body, and his body was filled with various tubes, constantly pulling something out of his body. The same is true of Yang Qian's body.

"She's still a child, what have you done to her?" Yang Qian roared angrily, hating in his heart, regretting that he didn't dare to participate in Ma Yuan's Hongmen banquet.

"Ma Yuan, where are you, you come out, what do you want to do?" Yang Qian shook vigorously on the iron bed as if he was crazy.

"How can he wake up and put some more ecstasy and calm him down. The person who spoke was the white-haired old man who had just spoken to Ma Yuan. At this moment, Ma Yuan was behind Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang, and his body was also full of tubes, absorbing the things sent by Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang.

Yang Qian felt that the things in his body were passing, and his body was getting weaker and weaker.

"Yang Ying, now. Yang Qian couldn't care about anything else. Identity exposure and immediate death, he chose the former.

As soon as Yang Ying appeared, the white-haired old man found out, first a little confused, or instinct overcame reason, opened his mouth and shouted: "The enemy attacks ......"

Yang Ying took a stride, waved his dagger, and killed the white-haired old man, but it was still too late. The entire underground palace suddenly became lively, and countless people rushed to this side. Zhang Heng, Li Dui, and Jin Bu also rushed over.

Yang Ying swung the dagger, first cutting off the pipes on Yang Ying's body, and then cutting off the chains on his hands and feet.

As soon as Yang Qian was free, he rushed in front of Yan Wushuang. At this moment, Yan Wushuang's eyes were closed, his face was pale, like a porcelain doll, which might shatter at the slightest touch.

"Shuang'er, don't scare me. Yang Qian's right hand trembled, and he sent his middle finger to Yan Wushuang's snort little by little, and there was no breath left.

"Shuang'er ......" Yang Qian let out a heart-rending cry, kneeling on the ground in grief, tears falling like rain.

Since he met Yan Wushuang, he has fallen in love with this cute and sensible little girl. There is no utilitarian kind of liking in this kind.,It's like a liking like your own sister.。

Now, this cute little girl has become a cold corpse. How can this be acceptable? Yang Qian was completely stunned, fell into extreme sadness, and ignored the people who came from the hedge.

"Quick, quick..... catch him, the young master has reached a critical moment. Zhang Heng shouted.

Yang Ying's cultivation is comparable to Yang Qian's, and there is no problem in dealing with ordinary martial artists, but it is not enough to deal with immortal cultivators. Zhang Heng's long sword swung and slashed at Yang Ying with a long sword qi, instantly cutting him in half. Fortunately, Yang Ying did not die, but returned to Yang Qian's body.

......

To the north of Maoshan, Yan Chixia was listening to the lecture of the monk Wuhua. The flowerless monk and the snow demon fought for hundreds of rounds, and they were about to behead the snow demon in the palm of their hands. The snow demon desperately broke through and fled at the cost of giving up one of his right hands.

The flowerless monk was about to leave, and when he saw Yan Chixia, he had the idea of accepting disciples. That's what happened just now.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his tears couldn't stop staying.

"Amitabha, your fate is not broken, go!" Yan Chixia kowtowed three times, stood up and headed west.