In the middle of the night, Zhaohetai was brightly lit, and the original hundred water mirrors were gathered into three huge water mirrors, showing the scene of the three roads of the Lost Valley.

All the people present were the heads of the Great Gate Sect above a thousand people, and everyone had a serious face and an awe-inspiring expression, looking at the water mirror.

In the middle of the three water mirrors is the dense forest of the valley where Song Liuguang is, the whole mountain is going crazy, and the vines that spread in all corners have begun to riot, attacking all the test takers, and the spiritual cultivators of the Dian School Hall and the Great Disciples of the Thousand Blade Peak Sword Cultivators have caught up from the foot of the mountain and rescued the trapped test takers one by one.

And everyone's eyes were still focused on the ancient altar that was erupting with terrifying white light, and the huge clearing that was hundreds of feet long turned into a pillar of light that reached the sky, and its light deterred the evil vines for dozens of miles around, but it also caused all the dark panic in the huge valley.

Among them, the trapped children do not know whether they are alive or dead.

The elders and teachers of more than a dozen children were all pale, and Mo Yunran stared at the pillar of light in the water mirror, his heart was painful and anxious, and his palms were bleeding.

Ying Zhongjing flicked his sleeves, his eyes were red, and the cinnabar mark between his eyebrows was as red as blood, and he said angrily: "Why hasn't anyone gone in to save people yet? My daughter has been in there for an hour? You Kunlun can't guarantee the safety of the children taking the exam, so it's better for me to go in and save people myself!"

The Taihua Ancestor on the side hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade: "Master Ying, this Lost Valley Mountain Road is complicated, because of this sudden anti-trend, the passage array has been destroyed, you have to rush from the foot of the mountain to the mountain when you go in now, the speed will not be faster than these children in Kunlun, it is better to be a little restless, wait a minute." ”

Ying Zhongjing snorted coldly, so angry that he didn't even give face to the ancestor of Taihua Mountain.

Yun Qingzi raised his hand, Xu Ling stood behind him with his head down, his old face was not shocked, but he still apologized to the anxious dozen people: "In any case, this is indeed my Kunlun's responsibility, no matter what the result is, Kunlun will definitely take responsibility, and we will try our best to make up for the harm suffered by the child." ”

"Before that, Nianchuan Jian has already entered the mountain, and he will definitely arrive soon. ”

"If Zhiyan is helpless, the old man will break through the maze valley and go in to break the formation in person. ”

As soon as these words came out, people's faces looked good.

The lord of Mount Emei, who had been sitting on the upper seat without speaking, slowly spoke at this time: "This is not just Kunlun's responsibility. ”

She has towering temples, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, hidden fine lines carved by the years at the corners of her eyes, a dark blue high-necked long-sleeved bird's tail skirt, and she is not angry when she speaks.

"Elder Xu Ling is the number one formation master in the world, if he can't see the strangeness, I believe no one in this world can see it. ”

"In this way, when has this anti-trend qi reached such a point that it would play us like this? The world is vast, and all beings in the immortal cultivation realm have been affected this year, and I don't think we can relax as we did in the past, after all, the tragedy of three thousand years is there. ”

"Perhaps, it's already there. ”

As soon as the last sentence came out, the hearts of these immortal cultivation realm powerhouses who had lived for thousands of years trembled.

In the silence, Yun Qingzi received a secret message from Chai Shujie, "The lord is not in Lingyuntai. ”

That's a good thing.

This poor old man looked at Yunjing, anxious in his heart, Senior Brother, your apprentice is in danger, is my Kunlun first disciple broken in less than ten days?

A blue light jumped in the water mirror, stealing everyone's sight - Duan Zhiyan.

The Nianchuan sword slashed a half-moon in the air and returned to the hand of the man in white. He floated in the air outside the huge pillar of light, his size was so small in comparison, but his back was as straight as a mountain, as if it contained infinite strength.