Seeing that Buhong fell for no reason, Liang Shiming was startled at first, and then jumped up without any scruples, and grabbed Buhong's hand with a swoop. Although this grasp slowed down Buhong's fall, he found that he also slowly slid towards the pit with him, and his vision gradually blurred, because he had just jumped too hard, his forehead was scratched by the mountain edge on the side, and the gurgling blood was flowing down his forehead to the corner of his eyes.

At this time, Bu Hong, who was hanging in the air, was babbling desperately shouting, Liang Shiming knew his thoughts, and said fiercely: "Bu Hong, you don't have to shout, I won't go!" He endured the pain of pulling his arm, let the blood cover his eyes, and only pulled desperately.

Between life and death, Bu Hong's mind suddenly became empty, and he only felt that the fragments of memory were coming to him like a tsunami, the sound of thunder in the sky, the sad eyes of his parents, the back of Brother Xiao, the cry of Zhen'er, the care of Liang Fu, and the despair when he lost his voice and became dumb...... Everywhere it invaded, only the slightest desolation and unwillingness remained, and at the same time, Liang Shiming's shouts came from his ears.

"Bu Hong, you hold on! Don't move, I'll pull you up!" Liang Shiming shouted excitedly, compared to Fang Cai's despair, he was a little happy at this time. Although I don't know if this withered vine can bear the weight of the two, but seeing that he has no strength, and it will be a dead end if he continues to consume it, so he didn't think about it anymore, and immediately put all his strength on the dead vine, and at the same time his knees were pressed against the ground, and he pulled up desperately......

One-inch, two-inch......

One foot, two feet......

Before he used up his last strength, he finally dragged Buhong out of the pit.

Escaped death, fortunately. The two of them lay on the ground and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, Buhong reluctantly stood up, tore off the cloth strip from his body, and cleaned up Liang Shiming's wounds. Looking at each other with gray faces and frightened faces, the two looked at each other speechlessly, and then grinned.

The joy of escaping death is indescribable for the two masters and servants who are like siblings.

At this moment, Liang Shiming found that Bu Hong's gaze inadvertently crossed the sky, and his face suddenly became solemn.

Liang Shiming also turned his head to look, not far away is the cliff on the edge of the mountain, where there is nothing but high clouds and lofty mountains.

"Bu Hong, what are you looking at?" Liang Shiming just asked, but saw Bu Hong run away with a smoke, so he hurriedly got up from the ground and stumbled after him.

Liang Shiming stopped after a burst of wild running, because there was a cliff not far ahead, and on his left, there was a two-zhang high mountain, and Buhong was looking at it at this time.

Liang Shiming immediately wanted to climb up, but after several attempts to no avail, the hill was too steep and there was no place to put his feet, and then he found that the hill was not very steep in the section close to the cliff, so he hurriedly ran over and climbed up carefully.

After a frightened climb, Liang Shiming came to the top of the mountain, only to find that there was a hole here, it turned out to be a flat and boundless open mountain.

After coming to Buhong's side, Liang Shiming was about to open his mouth, but Buhong pulled him down violently, and pulled him to hide behind the bushes not far ahead.

"Buhong, what's wrong?" Liang Shiming asked puzzled after squatting down.

At this time, he saw Bu Hong's ugly face pointing in the air, Liang Shiming looked at it, and couldn't help but scream, but fortunately, Bu Hong covered his mouth in time. It turned out that he clearly saw that in the far sky that Bu Hong was pointing to, there was a thick black smoke ball suspended, and in the vicious wind smoke ball, there seemed to be a human figure hidden in it. Liang Shiming thought that he had read poetry and books and read essays, but the absurd scene in front of him made him completely stunned.

Bu Hong didn't care about Liang Shiming's dumbfounding, nor did he guess whether he already believed in the Immortal Dao, only his eyes were fixed on the smoke ball, and his face was full of boundless fear.

"There!"

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a childish shout in the distance, and looked at the sound, a group of Taoists were hurrying towards the smoke ball from the left side of the mountain, and a small Taoist priest running in front was pointing to the smoke ball in the distance and gesturing to the people behind him.

This group of people is Sect Master Xu and his four apprentices, and the one who runs in the front is Xiao Eleven.

Behind the bushes, Liang Shiming and Bu Hong were afraid of being discovered, so they hurriedly lowered their figures, and at the same time heard a voice explode from the distance, "Come uninvited, I hope Sect Master Xu will not blame!"

Liang Shiming heard this sound very loud, but it was very dry and hoarse, which made people feel like a hundred claws scratching their hearts after listening to it, he ignored Buhong's obstruction, and looked up to look for the sound, only to see that the smoke in the far sky had dropped to more than ten feet from the ground at this moment, and the hoarse voice just now came from the smoke ball.

At this time, Sect Master Xu and his party stood still from a distance, looking at the smoke ball in the air with a solemn face.

The black smoke hanging in the air seemed to be a huge beehive, the size of a grass hut, surrounded by thick black clouds that were like a thick and dense wind, and they were as fast as electricity, and they were indistinguishable. Although the smoke ball is more than ten zhang away from the ground, but the land within a radius of a few zhang below it is smoked into a black piece, and if you look closely, there is a faint human figure in the smoke ball, as if you are bowing your head, or you are leaning back, which makes people unpredictable and frightened.

Among the disciples of Sect Master Xu, except for Xiao Eleven, all of them have experienced a hundred battles, but the people they encounter are nothing more than demons and ghosts, like this, they can fly in the air without relying on any reliance, they have only heard of rumors, and now they can't help but be secretly shocked when they see it with their own eyes, and then they all understand why they panicked when they came to report it. At this time, all the Taoist priests gasped unconsciously, and then put on a posture to defend against the enemy as if they were facing a great enemy.

At this time, Sect Master Xu was also surprised, among the Wangmen Scattered Sects that he knew, except for the current Qingcheng faction that could escape from the sky, where else could there be such an ability? Now seeing the turbulent momentum of this strange man, he couldn't help but feel a tightening heart.

After a pause, Sect Master Xu stepped forward and saluted the smoke group: "This immortal friend, please reward the Dharma name." ”

"It's not worth mentioning. Smoke Ball replied.

Sect Master Xu frowned and asked, "Dare to ask, why are immortal friends here?"

"No other!" said in the smoke ball, "one takes your iron rod, two takes your ivory print, and three ......."

"Bold demon!" Without waiting for the smoke group to continue, Lu Yezi glared at the and scolded, and at the same time hid the iron rod in his hand behind him.

The smoke group demon hissed and said slowly: "Hey, I haven't finished yet, take the life of your Maoshan sect master three times!"

"Master!" everyone looked at Sect Master Xu with indignation on their faces, and their fears were all left behind, and they all eagerly wanted to try, asking for a fight.

Sect Master Xu stretched out his arms and held the disciples behind him, looked up at the smoke group, and was just about to open his mouth, when a hoarse and strange voice came from the smoke group, and said: "If you follow these three things, and the whole of Maoshan converts to my Taoist sect, you can ensure that the people in your view are safe." ”

Sect Master Xu pressed back the disciples behind him and asked, "Oh, dare to ask the name of your sect?"

"This doesn't bother Sect Master Xu, you only think about how to die. The smoke demon said and laughed wildly.

At this time, for some reason, Sect Master Xu suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was familiar, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that everyone in the meditation hall of Xiangji Temple mentioned the protector of the country 'to a real person', and couldn't help but be stunned: Could it be that as Master Huiwu said, the Zhiyi Zhenren who relied on imperial power and deposed the pagan religion is now going to attack my Maoshan Sect? But this menacing demon and evil generation is really a disciple of the national teacher?

While Sect Master Xu was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a broken shout behind him: "Fuck your bullshit sect!"