"Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang!" Long Xiaopeng rushed out of the cave, looked around, and then turned back to the cave.

"What's going on?" Long Xiaopeng's heart was cold.

He thought that Zhang Yan's serious injury would be difficult to recover, and he also thought that Zhang Yan's foundation would be damaged, which would affect his future future and greatly reduce his status in the Jieshan Sect, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came back, he would encounter the worst situation.

He forced himself to calm down, squatted down, and reached out to touch the congealed blood on the ground: "The blood is crimson, and the tentacles are still a little sticky, so it shouldn't be too long to leave." ”

Thinking of this, he picked up a sticky blood clot on the ground with his hand, and took out an incense stick from the storage bag.

The immortal cultivation school of Qishu Gulu not only practiced qi and meditation and sword cultivation, but also other witch charms were also circulated. Human hair, fingernails, and the formation of Bazi can all be used as an introduction to spellcasting.

This is especially true of flesh and blood.

If the blood of an ordinary person falls into the hands of a monk, just this small piece of dried bloodstain is enough to make the bloodstain owner not survive and die, and ten deaths must not be overborn.

Of course, this is not the case for cultivators.

Among the major immortal sects, it has become the mainstream to practice swords by cultivating qi and using sword tricks and spells as the purpose of protecting the way. How can you be restrained by a little hair and nails, and a little flesh and blood? Otherwise, if you lose a sword fight with someone, you still have to remember to collect all the blood you spilled, isn't it a joke?

Each faction has a method of restraint, daily tempering, and the flesh and blood on the body already have the ability to resist spells that are unfavorable to the master, and it can't do much damage.

However, to get the blood left by the monk, there is still something to be done after all.

Long Xiaopeng lit the incense stick, kneaded the blood clot taken from the ground into powder, threw it into the incense stick, and burned it together.

Cigarettes, which were originally pale green and white, have become pale red. The smoke shrinks and becomes extremely fine and fine.

A wisp of pale red smoke lingered for a long time, and she floated out of the cave. Unlike other incense candles that burn, at a distance, the smoke will disperse and disappear into the air, making it impossible to distinguish from each other.

This wisp of pale red smoke, when it rises from the incense, is a trace of silk thickness. It floated out three feet before it became about the thickness of a hair. Until tens of zhang away, the diameter is no thicker than a thin rope.

As if by an invisible traction, although there are twists and turns, it is obvious that it always extends in one direction.

Long Xiaopeng clenched the "broad tiger", turned around and walked out of the hole, and the imperial sword rose into the air. Holding incense sticks in hand, looking for the direction of the cigarette's extension, chasing all the way to the northwest.

"Is this the route in the direction of Changshan? Did Brother Zhang wake up by himself and go back to find something, or was he chased by someone and had to flee in this direction? Or was he discovered by the cultivators who went to Changshan and grabbed him and went there with him?"

After a delay of several hours, I found the movement and got the news, and more and more cultivators rushed in. The density of monks on the periphery of Changshan increased dramatically, and Long Xiaopeng had to be more careful when flying.

The further he flew, the more frightened Long Xiaopeng became.

The winds of change!

A big battle between the four real demons greatly changed the entire mountain range, the direction of the big river outside the mountain, and the plain ground.

The peaks collapsed and bulldozed, the plains were uneven, some places were sunken into lakes, and some places were piled up to become new mountains. The Kunsang River flooded, flowing freely on a drastically altered terrain in search of a new way out.

Low-lying depressions are constantly being occupied by the current, becoming new lakes and rivers. Soon, it was swept away by the ensuing torrent, and only a very small part was saved.

It can be seen that it will take a long time to run in between the huge amount of water flowing upstream and the newly changed terrain.

It is full of devastation, and thousands of acres of fertile land have become a country. Villages, towns and villages were flooded.

Many of the new breeds of demon beasts that looked familiar to them and had only seen in the poisonous dragon stream were scattered in the quagmire under their feet.

Civilians from Sankun and Sangqing, who originally lived on the plains outside the mountains, struggled in muddy water. The heavenly monks came and went, and only occasionally someone had a kind attack, lowered the height, and rescued the refugees in the water. More of them are either flying towards the center of the catastrophe, or they are busy hunting monsters in the water.

Long Xiaopeng felt sorry in his heart, and now he didn't have time to delay, he gritted his teeth and flew straight over.

After another seventy or eighty miles, the terrain gradually increased, and the gap between the heights became wider. The damage caused by the loss of the flood in the vicinity is not serious. Impacting along the lowest terrain alone poses no threat to the high ground on either side.

The ground is low and sunken, covered by water that reflects the moonlight brightly. In the convex area, there are still fields that have been harvested and trees that have begun to shed their leaves.

After this section, there are more than 100 miles, and it is almost back to the edge of Changshan.

Long Xiaopeng flew high and looked into the distance.

In the sky above Changshan, the existence of the Jindan Law Domain can no longer be seen.

In the middle of the mountains, smoke billowed from the mountains.

The lava and the river have finally found their way to flow.

From afar, the solidified magma forms a black cone-shaped plateau. In the center of the high platform, lava boiled, and pillars of smoke soared into the sky.

The fiery red magma continued to pass over the lower part of the cone top, overflowing, and flowing down the black rock.

Next to the huge black conical round platform like a mountain peak, the poisonous dragon river water that has lost its channel is scattered here. An ocean-like flow of water encloses the mountain peaks formed by the solidification of lava.

From time to time, there is still lava flowing down the black rock wall directly into the water, triggering violent reactions. But when the two of them left, the river water poured directly into the deep hole of the crypt where the magma gushed out, and the water and fire collided, the kind of scene that destroyed the world and the earth.

The closer they got to the location of the original poisonous dragon stream, the denser the cultivators became, and the greater the chance of bumping into Shen Kongting, Zu Danping, and others.

Long Xiaopeng was nervous in his heart, and said silently: "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, where have you been? If you don't show up again, you can't blame your brother for not being righteous!"

The pale red smoke that had been extending forward arrived here, and suddenly turned into a mess, circling the sky for dozens of miles, making complex fancy movements.

"What's going on!" After flying a few laps, Long Xiaopeng was anxious, shook his hand, and threw all the remaining blood clot powder into the burning flame on the incense stick.

The flames suddenly swelled, and the incense sticks that had been burned half of them quickly turned to ashes under the shroud of the multiplying flames.

This spell sought more information about the location of Zhang Yan's main body, and touched the bottom limit of the defense of the mountain path. The blood clot suddenly self-destructs, severing all contact with the body. So that he can no longer trace Zhang Yan's whereabouts from these coagulated blood clots.

Long Xiaopeng was stunned for a while, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn!" At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny and destiny in his heart.

The heart beat faster, and there was an irrepressible strong ominous: "Could it be that Brother Zhang ......?"

A strong wind blew, blowing up the sound of a conversation on the ground between the woods.

"The Tsuyama Sect...... Zhang Yan...... Slay...... Vicious ......"

The sound of the wind-blown conversation was indistinct, reaching his ears, and the sound was so small that he could only distinguish a few words.

The long-lost sense of restlessness, the strong sense of foreboding, and the key words that have just been captured. Long Xiaopeng had a "buzzing" sound in his head, and suddenly thought, "Brother Zhang...... Could it be that Brother Zhang is folded in their hands?"

......

The flames on the dry wood beeped, and a bonfire burned in the sparsely wooded clearing.

Sitting or standing beside the fire, nine men and five women were gathered around.

If Zhang Yan was here, he should be able to recognize that among the fourteen people present, there were as many as eight people, all of whom had appeared on the light purple building that day.

Among the disciples of the five sects under the leadership, except for the tempest attendant, who was nowhere to be found, the rest of the people had arrived here. In addition, there are several more unfamiliar faces.

They are all young monks who are not weak in cultivation.

Three of the women are Yuan Miaozhen and Qi Nanqing of Chunmingmen, and Chu Rou of Bishui Pavilion. The three of them, together with Gen Lishan Shan Hongmiao, occupy the core of everyone.

This group of people is faintly led by the four of them.

A group of loose cultivators discussed one after another, and the protagonist mentioned in their words turned out to be Zhang Yan, who was the true legend of the five factions of Longshan with Yuan, Qi, Chu, and Dan!

The surprise and envy in the words of the crowd were overflowing.

Chu Rou couldn't help but admire: "I didn't expect that after the Chunming Sect parted, in just a short period of time, Senior Brother Zhang has improved so much! Now he must be the first person in our Longshan and the same generation of monks, right?"

Shan Hongmiao's sword eyebrows raised, his lips moved slightly, as if he was about to say something, and he forcibly suppressed it back.

After single-handedly killing the ghost hand Demon Qin Yu Peiyu, although there was still a violent wind and a small episode of his own making, from then on, Zhang Yan was the first person among the monks of the same generation in Longshan. Indisputable!

Especially since he himself was defeated by Zhang Yan. I was not convinced, but I couldn't speak, so I could only move the corners of my mouth slightly, and I held it back again.

"On that day in Chunming Mountain, Senior Brother Zhang was the first in Longshan, but there was nothing unusual. Yuan Miaozhen took it lightly.

"At that time, the first was only the first in combat power, and in terms of cultivation, Senior Brother Zhang was only at the beginning of the Divine Light, and there were still several people above him. But now...... I don't know how much benefit he got from Shui Yun Gongzi?"

Yuan and Qi Shi sisters don't pay much attention to who is the first of their peers in Longshan, so they can naturally talk. As if she was well versed in the thoughts of the two, Chu Rou changed her words, and suddenly made the two women's faces look ugly.

No matter what the relationship between Shuiyun and Jishan is, Situ Erya invited Zhang Yan to accompany him this time, in the name of compensation. Speaking of this compensation, it will naturally remind people of the majestic deeds of Shui Yun Gongzi, the light purple upstairs, and the sword suppressing Longshan.

Although it is said that except for the mountain, the four factions have lost face. However, the incident happened in Chunmingmen, and Bishui Pavilion, Fenglei Temple, and Genli Mountain only had junior disciples, and there were no masters present. If you want to say that you are embarrassed, the main responsibility must be Chunmingmen's.

After that, Changshan changed.

The five factions of Longshan did not make a clear division of the territory outside the five immortal gates, maintaining the situation of vague co-governance with you and me.

But among the five factions, the closest to Changshan is always Chunmingmen. For the two nearby countries, the most profound impact is also Chunmingmen.

From yesterday to now, news has been coming out one after another. Some say that it is a bureau set up by the Demon Sect, and there are also scattered cultivators who scold Chunlinmen for disregarding face and harming the alliance, and there are different opinions.

However, a long time ago, the disappeared medaka demon general was hidden in Changshan, and he was also refined into a demon pill and became a big demon.

The responsibility of negligence, Chunmingmen must be carried!

I don't know from the outside, but everyone present knows that there must be Shui Yunshan's handiwork in this!

The combination of the two, Yuan Miaozhen and Qi Nanqing's faces suddenly became ugly.

Shan Hongmiao was arrogant, and he couldn't help but say anymore: "Zhang Yan, don't look at him as a good cultivator, but he is ruthless, ruthless, and has formed many grudges......!

"What about Brother Zhang?