That night, Liu Xunxiang sat in his room, this was the first time he called out to the Heavenly Throne since he came to the Fog Hidden Sect, and at this moment, he began to accept his identity and admitted that he was not an illusion, but the real Fog Hidden Sect.

This was also the first time that he was not cultivating at night, but sleeping on the bed like a mortal.

The sleepiness that he had never felt before came over him like a tidal wave, drowning him in his sleep.

This night, Liu Xunxiang slept very soundly, which was a kind of stable sleep that he had never had since he left the family.

Early in the morning, a bell rang, Liu Xunxiang was awakened, he rubbed his eyes and got up, and washed up briefly, he still has a lot to do today, such as helping Peony go to the southern heaven and earth realm, choose a good realm to rebuild the sect, and promised to accompany her to watch the sunset.

However, when Liu Xunxiang packed up and was about to go out, he realized that something was wrong, in the past, the sect would also ring the bell, but there had never been a time like today, which rang forty-nine times.

The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty, and the one that is removed is the Tao, which is the vitality, not more, not less, forty-nine bells, forty-nine paths of the underworld.

Fog Hidden Sect, something happened!

Liu Xunxiang didn't have time to think about it, and rushed out of the door directly, and the door made of high-quality golden silk nanmu was smashed by him...

Standing in the air on top of Yin Mountain, Liu Xunxiang frowned.

The scene in front of him, where is there still a little bit of the grandeur of the Fog Hidden Sect yesterday, and the huge sect has become extremely silent and lifeless at this moment.

"How so. Liu Xunxiang was puzzled.

Looking up at the sky, the hour is not wrong, at this time in the past, the outer disciples and miscellaneous disciples of the entire Fog Hidden Sect should have started to get busy a long time ago, practicing the exercises, chopping wood, but today it was quiet.

Liu Xunxiang flew down the Yin Mountain, there were not many people he knew in the Fog Hidden Sect, only Xiaoxiao, Du Wenwen, Hui Zhen and Zhao Ziying, so he felt that he would go to find a few people to see if they would know something.

It stands to reason that although he has always held the title of waste before, after this Wanzang Mountain trial, he should be regarded as a man of the year of the Fog Yin Sect Master, and no one will notify him if something happens to the sect.

With a stomach full of questions, Liu Xunxiang flew in the direction of Dongfang Tian.

After a few teleportation arrays, Liu Xunxiang came to Dongfang Tian.

"It's weird. Liu Xunxiang began to have an ominous premonition in his heart, when he passed through a few teleportation arrays, he didn't see a single disciple, it seemed that the entire disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect had disappeared inexplicably overnight, which made an inexplicable and strange atmosphere instantly shrouded in this Fog Hidden Sect.

Liu Xunxiang forcibly pressed the uneasiness in her heart, leaned forward, and quickly flew towards Dongfang Tianxian Mountain.

On the Xian Mountain, Liu Xun Xiang looked for his own memory, and went straight to the main hall, just when he was standing on the steps of the main hall, he saw that in the main hall, Xian Tianzuo was holding a wine jug in one hand, and the critics were laughing wildly at the stone tablets in the main hall, and Xiaoxiao was kneeling on the ground, motionless.

"What's wrong?" Liu Xunxiang muttered with a frown.

Although Xian Tianzuo is a profligate person, it is the first time that he has been so crazy.

Liu Xunxiang didn't think much about it, and when she was about to go up to the front hall, the whole person suddenly froze in place.

In his eyes, he saw that when Xian Tianzuo turned around, his face had two hollow dark eye sockets....

Xian Tianzuo is the peak cultivation of the Yunxiang Realm, but there are also rumors that suspect that he has actually reached the Divine Mystery Realm, but whether this rumor is true or not, he is a great monk who is not weaker than the head of the Fog Hidden Sect, and there are a few people in this Eastern Wilderness who can easily take away his eyes!

"Little...."Liu Xunxiang shouted in a trembling voice.

The figure kneeling beside Xiantianzuo seemed to hear Liu Xunxiang's voice and turned his head.

Liu Xunxiang's legs suddenly weakened, and her body almost rolled down the steps.

Little like the Celestial Throne, there are no eyes!

This scene is similar to He Zeng in Liu Xunxiang's memory, Liu Xunxiang's body was a little unstable, he staggered back two steps, and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

"How can this be.... How can this be..."Liu Xunxiang shook her head unconsciously, her eyes full of confusion.

This must be an illusion, it must be an illusion, it's me who is too tired, Liu Xunxiang kept telling himself in his heart that the scene in front of him was not real, but the little face lingered in his mind.

"No!!" Liu Xunxiang's eyes were a little red, she raised her head and roared angrily, and then ran out of Xianshan with her head in her arms like crazy.

And when Liu Xunxiang left, he didn't notice that on the stone tablet in front of Xiantianzuo, there were two words, which he had seen when he came to this Xianshan Palace, but he didn't recognize them.

Because these two words are ancient characters, they have only one meaning when read together.

That is, immortals!

Liu Xunxiang rushed out of Xianshan, and it could be seen from his already red eyes that his consciousness was a little confused at this time.

"Yes, yes, and Hye Jin, I'll go find Hye Jin, he must be fine, he will definitely be able to tell me what the hell is going on. Liu Xunxiang raised her head suddenly, and her whole appearance looked a little hideous.

The black and platinum pill in his body was running rapidly as if he was crazy, and he urged the cultivation of this whole body to go straight to the Western Heaven.

Boom....

A Zen sound spread from the Western Heaven, and Liu Xunxiang heard this Zen sound from afar, which made him recover a little bit of his senses, and there were people in the Western Heaven, and he became even more energetic, and rushed over.

I saw that in the western heavens, Shakti sat cross-legged on a golden lotus, with a peaceful face, and behind his head there was a round of golden light shining discs, exuding an indifferent and gentle light.

Below it, countless Western Heavenly Monks were also sitting there, reciting the scriptures of the sect, and Huizhen was among them.

This should have been a peaceful scene, but on the contrary, all the Western Heavenly Cultivators, including the Shakti Throne, had dark and empty eyes on their faces.

"Why is this happening, what is going on....." Liu Xunxiang stood in the distance in mid-air, shook her head in disbelief, and muttered in a low voice.

Shi Tianzuo in the distance seemed to be aware of Liu Xunxiang, and his empty eyes looked at the direction where Liu Xunxiang was, and said with a smile: "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be .....viewed as such."

Boom.....

When the words fell, another Zen sound sounded.

After Shakti finished speaking, his body began to become illusory, and then gradually disappeared in the scriptures of the Western Heavenly Monks, leaving only a fist-sized bone bead with golden light.

Liu Xunxiang looked at the scene in front of her blankly, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned around.

He wants to go back to the sound mountain, he wants to go to the sound of the heavenly constellation, to find his master!

All of this, only Ototenza can tell him the answer.

Liu Xunxiang galloped all the way, completely ignoring the consequences of excessive high-intensity urging of Jindan that would cause Jindan to shatter, and galloped all the way.

The surrounding scene continued to retreat rapidly, and finally rushed back to Otoyama before nightfall.

Liu Xunxiang rushed straight to the thatched house in the back mountain like crazy, but after entering the back mountain, his whole person seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to his knees with a thud.

In front of him, the gray-clothed old man had disappeared, except for the chair, which was still gently shaking by himself, and the cup of tea on the stone table next to him was still steaming.

The master is gone....

Liu Xunxiang fell to the ground, the last time he was so helpless was when the crow fell to save himself.

Suddenly, Liu Xunxiang's body was shocked, he used his hands and feet together, climbed onto the rocking chair on the ground in embarrassment, grabbed a piece of paper pressed by the teacup on the stone table, and saw that the paper wrote: "Thank you, you are the same as him, you are also my apprentice, the master and apprentice of this life." ”

This old man, who always likes to wear gray clothes and sit in front of this thatched hut, has also fallen....

"Master!!" Liu Xunxiang felt that her brain was suddenly empty, and tears began to flow uncontrollably, and teardrops fell on the paper, soaking the paper.

After a long time, Liu Xunxiang slowly got up from the ground, and the whole person began to laugh non-stop, and he didn't stop laughing tears from laughter.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such...."

It turned out that this sentence was to tell himself that everything he had in this Fog Hidden Sect was just a dream.

But, Liu Xunxiang would rather none of this be a dream!

Why did he recognize the Fog Hidden Sect, why did he shout a master, all this was taken away, Liu Xunxiang looked up at the sky and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Liu Xunxiang staggered out of the back mountain, at this moment he was covered with mud, and he no longer had the appearance of the former disciple of the Wuyin Sect, but he didn't notice it, and the whole person was lost and depressed, like a walking corpse.

"Master... He's gone. ”

Liu Xunxiang, who walked out of the back mountain, said this sentence abruptly, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, Liu Xunxiang slowly opened his eyes, looking at the Wuyin Sect with only one person, Liu Xunxiang got up from the ground in embarrassment, he didn't cry anymore, nor did he leave the Wuyin Sect, but stayed alone on Yin Mountain for three days, during these three days, he didn't eat or drink, just looked at the letter in his hand, and there was no trace of brilliance in his eyes.

Three days later, Liu Xunxiang walked out of Yinshan Mountain and walked aimlessly through every place in the Fog Hidden Sect alone.

In the northern sky, he came to the place where he first met Zhao Ziying, the sky here has no gorgeous light curtain, the whole sky is dark and cold, here, there is the breath of his battle with Zhao Ziying, at that time he was still a famous waste of the Fog Hidden Sect, a family legend but even a foreign disciple can not beat the shame of the sect.

In the eastern heavens, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where there is no longer the noise of the past, the emptiness seems a little cold, here, there is the shadow of the first time he met Du Wenwen, at that time Du Wenwen was still a greedy outer disciple, even his uncle he dared to lie to him.

Western Heaven, he came to the place where Hui Zhen is, he has never been to Western Heaven, and now he finally has the opportunity to take a look, but now the Western Heaven looks like, he doesn't want to look at it in this way.

In the end, he walked to the Heart Refining Cliff.

Looking at the mirror-like stone wall, he sat down on the spot again, quietly in a daze.