The bottomless pit is a huge swamp on the periphery of the Dead River, and once a human or a demon beast falls into it, there is absolutely no claim that it will be spared.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many lives have been buried here, and after night, there are ghosts floating above the bottomless pit from time to time, which is extremely terrifying.

There was a flat hard ground next to the bottomless pit, and at this moment, two or three bonfires were quietly rising, and from time to time there were Qingyunmen disciples walking back and forth, talking and laughing around the bonfire, as if they were defenseless.

Yuyangzi hid in the darkness, quietly watched all this, and said with a smile after a long time: "These righteous young people are still a little tender after all, and they don't even have a sentry post, God really help me!"

Someone on the side heard the words and said softly: "No, even if they don't understand, didn't their division commander tell them before they went out?"

Yuyangzi snorted coldly and said: "These yellow-haired boys have rare qualifications, they are arrogant, how can they do everything according to what the teacher says, not to mention that my Changshengtang has disappeared recently, where will they guard against us." ”

With that, he raised his right hand and waved it lightly, and the black-clothed figure behind him quietly dispersed and quietly touched towards the righteous path camp.

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By the campfire in the camp, Zeng Shushu sat on the ground pretendingly, but his ears were erect high, and he kept an eye on the movements around him from time to time.

After a long time, the surroundings were still quiet, there was no sound at all, he yawned, and said to Lin Jingyu, who was looking at the fire in a daze: "Do you say that it makes sense for us to wait here, in case they don't come, won't we waste our time in vain." ”

Lin Jingyu glanced up at him when he heard this, and said, "Since Senior Brother Xiao has arranged it like this, then he naturally has his reasons, we just need to do what he says." ”

Zeng Shushu pursed his lips and wanted to say something more, but Lu Xueqi, who was beside another bonfire, suddenly raised his head and said coldly: "Silence, there is movement!"

When everyone heard this, they held their breath, and sure enough, there was a sound of rubbing against the placket of their clothes coming from the darkness. All of you here are leaders of your respective sects, and their cultivation is extraordinary, so naturally they are all aware of the abnormality.

After two or three breaths, next to another bonfire, in the gloomy gaze of Li Xun of Incense Valley, Xiao Yicai on the side showed a smile and shouted softly: "Extinguish the fire!"

With his command, the bonfire in the clearing slowly went out, and the darkness gradually spread, drowning everyone inside.

And those Immortal Hall disciples who quietly leaned over stopped when they saw this.

The next moment, the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath suddenly sounded, and a blue light suddenly bloomed in the darkness, and then it shone brightly, imprinting Lu Xueqi's beautiful figure.

At the same time, all kinds of treasure lights continued to light up, but other people also showed their magic weapons.

Yuyangzi's face changed greatly, and he secretly said that it was not good in his heart, and he was about to open his mouth to give something, but unexpectedly, those righteous people sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and they rushed straight to this side.

With their hearts and minds, the disciples of the Immortal Hall couldn't react in time, and it wasn't until one or two screams came that everyone hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon and greeted them.

However, the righteous path disciples who were able to come here this time were all outstanding descendants of various sects, each with unique skills and great Taoism.

In just a moment, everyone was like sheep into a herd of tigers, killing a group of Immortal Hall disciples one after another, and the pain was unspeakable.

The smell of blood quietly spread, and in the chaotic battlefield, the most conspicuous thing was not Lu Xueqi's Tianya, nor Xiao Yicai's Seven Stars, but that blue light like water, and every flash would take away the Dragon Slaying Sword of a disciple of the Immortal Hall!

The dragon sword in Lin Jingyu's hand was brilliant, and the lines on his face were clear.

This young man, who has never been revealed, has overwhelmed countless righteous peers at this moment, and he is releasing his light to the fullest.

And the dragon slaying sword in his hand also seemed to be inexplicably excited, and in the sound of the sword one after another, the blue light on it became more and more brilliant, and in this dark night, it was as dazzling as a round of blue sun.

Lin Jingyu shouted and slashed hard, and a disciple of the Immortal Hall in front of him suddenly screamed and let out a rain of blood, and then he didn't care about it, and rushed straight to the place with the most people.

Along the way, no one could hold out for a moment under him.

He looked ahead coldly, dressed in white and snowy, invincible and irresistible, as if he was gradually overlapping with the old man in the ancestral hall.

I don't know how many disciples of the Immortal Hall surrounded him, and not far away, there were even fellow disciples who exclaimed, shouting for him to be careful, but all of this did not seem to affect him at all, he still didn't look back, and he didn't move forward!

Until, a white moon suddenly rose from the darkness and pressed towards him fiercely in a 'woo' wind.

Lin Jingyu also felt the power, and did not dare to be careless, with a flip of his wrist, the dragon sword was blue, and he raised his hand and stabbed straight towards the jade plate in the sky.

Rumble!!!

The surrounding Immortal Hall disciples took a few steps back, and under the white light of the jade plate, they actually pressed down the green light of the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Lin Jingyu's forehead was bruised, and he burst back a few steps with a loud shout, and dodged the smashed jade plate when he couldn't make a move.

The ground shook for a while, and with a loud bang, a large pit appeared in place.

Lin Jingyu's body flew out upside down, and before he could land, he felt a sharp pain, but it was the disciples of the Immortal Hall around him who seized the opportunity and stabbed him with a few bright sharp blades.

The white lichen was instantly dyed blood-colored, the corners of Lin Jingyu's eyes were withdrawn, and he shouted, and the dragon slaying sword in his hand swept out, and in a moment, there were three or four screams in succession, and the arms of those Immortal Hall disciples were broken together.

And at this moment, the jade plate also flew upside down, and was grabbed in the palm of a person's hand in mid-air.

Yangzi's face was pale, and he glanced at Lin Jingyu with red eyes, and said, "Boy, if you dare to kill the old man, you can stay today." ”

Before the words fell, the yin-yang mirror in his hand rotated slightly, and the white light on it quietly turned into black light, and in a twist of a moment, he hit Lin Jingyu, who was seriously injured.

The faces of the people in Qingyunmen changed greatly, and they hurriedly wanted to step forward to answer, but they were desperately stopped by the disciples of the Immortal Hall around them.

Seeing that the yin-yang mirror was about to smash on Lin Jingyu's body, even Lin Jingyu felt the oncoming strong wind, and when he raised his hand to slay the dragon and wanted to barely block it, a purple light quietly appeared in front of his eyes.

The purple light was dreamlike and translucent, but it was an ordinary sword light, and it would definitely not be able to stop the angry blow of the jade yangzi.

I don't know why, Lin Jingyu suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

At this moment, the purple sword light suddenly brightened slightly, and then disappeared in a flash, and instead a familiar black-robed back quietly appeared in front of Lin Jingyu's eyes.

Flying hair swept across his face, and the man held the Jiuyan Sword, and his body was a demon-slaying light, slashing forward.

Syllable!!!

In a piercing scream, the Yin-Yang Mirror, which was so powerful that it seemed to be unstoppable, was actually slashed by a sword and flew back upside down, and was grabbed by Yu Yangzi in his hand.

The battle in the field gradually stopped, and the two sides retreated, silently facing each other. Wen Min hurriedly picked up Lin Jingyu, who was still stunned on the side, and blamed: "You person, why don't you take your body so seriously." ”

Lin Jingyu didn't react, his eyes were still looking at the black-clothed figure in front of him.

At the same time, Xiao Yicai, Lu Xueqi and others also came over, and they all swallowed saliva when they saw the injuries on Lin Jingyu's body, but in the end, they also raised their heads and looked at the figure in front of them.

Lin Zhuo glanced back at Lin Jingyu, and secretly said in his heart that it was so dangerous, then he raised Jiuyan in his hand and pointed at Yuyangzi, gritted his teeth and said: "Old thief, today you and I, the new account and the old account will be counted together!"

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