Mochizuki Sect, in the main hall, at this moment, the five elders frowned and were silent, and a strange atmosphere lingered in everyone's hearts.

After a long time, the Dao Elder with the highest Dao rank looked at Wen Zhong and said slowly, "Senior Brother Wen Zhong, do you mean that there are traitors in our Moon Sect?"

Wen Zhong's injuries had already recovered seventy or eighty percent, and he looked at Dao Er as if he was unswerving, "Senior Brother Dao Ae, this matter is not my random speculation, it is not a coincidence that our group and the people of the Purgatory Altar met and fought, that group of people and horses seemed to have known that we were going to pass by, and they were all hidden in the dense woods on the side, and we were all defenseless and ambushed by them." I also hope that Senior Brother Dao will be aware of it. ”

"Senior Brother Wen Zhong, are you suspicious of the disciples in my sect," the voice of an old woman in the crowd sounded, she looked at Wen Zhong, and said coldly, "Still suspicious of the people in this hall?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, but there was no surprise, as if these words expressed everyone's thoughts.

Wen Zhong was already resentful because he had suffered a loss in the previous battle, and at this moment, he was even more annoyed by Qing Shu's cold-for-tat, and he was about to have a seizure at the moment, but at this moment, a light flashed at the door of the sect, and then a person walked out of it, with gray hair, but he was radiant and extraordinary.

Seeing this, all the elders bowed down one after another and respectfully bowed, "Uncle Qingxuan!!"

Mochizuki Sect, a hundred miles away, He Yinuo and He Xue went down in the sky, because He Yinuo was blind and inconvenient along the way, so the original journey of not many days now took more than half a month.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of scorching earth, but the two of them couldn't find a clear spring after looking for half an hour, so they had no choice but to continue to hurry.

After the two of them walked for about half an hour, they saw a high-hanging banner signboard, which wrote "Warm in Winter and Cool in Summer" in thick black font, beckoning passers-by under the scorching sun.

"Brother, do you remember the teahouse where we drank tea when we first went down the mountain?" He Xueman said happily while holding He Yinuo's hand.

He Yinuo groaned slightly, remembering the big battle that happened here a few days ago, and thinking about it, he couldn't help but think about it a lot, and he was confused for a while, only that it was the will of heaven that made people.

Speaking of which, this is the third time He Yinuo has passed by this teahouse, and the two of them ordered a bowl of tea and drank it bitterly, the entrance was cool, moistened the throat, and comforted the heart.

The smoke was still thick and thin next to the humble house, as if it had never stopped.

"Xueman, do you remember that vinegar garden?" He Yinuo asked slowly.

"Of course I remember, that was the first time we came down the mountain, and it wasn't far from here. Xue Man looked at his brother and said with some doubts, "What's the matter, brother, do you want to go and see?"

"Well, take me there. He whispered.

Xue Man remembered the allusion to the vinegar flower, seemed to understand what his brother meant, and a trace of sadness flashed in his expression, and then the two walked in the direction of the vinegar garden.

But they didn't notice that the weeds on the side of the road under their feet were slowly withering inadvertently.

In the middle of summer, the day seems to occupy most of the time, and at night, the light of the stars and moon in the sky shines together, and the earth scorched by the scorching sun seems to take a long breath.

It's just that this night should be the time for insect and beast activities, but at this moment, the forest near this teahouse is surprisingly quiet, even a little weird.

And the teahouse is also out of light at the moment, only the [warm in winter and cool in summer] flags are still gently fluttering in the night breeze.

Next to the teahouse, in that hut, at this moment, a man who looked like a beggar was kneeling on the ground, his hair was scattered, covered with dust, and his robe was tightly wrapped around his body, as if he was trembling slightly.

His hands were almost bloodshot from his robes, and they were slowly scratching on the ground, pale and weak in their tracks.

Only a candle burned silently behind the house, lighting up the dim space.

Through the faint light of the candle flame, two big characters [heart change] appeared in front of the man, the handwriting was square, but there was no vitality, as if the person who wrote this word had lost all his thoughts.

Next to the house, the burning incense was suddenly extinguished in a sudden gust of wind, which seemed to carry an evil power.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the three feet of the hut, with a withered face, like an old man who was over eighty years old, and this person was the poison emperor. It's just that at this moment he looked into the hut, his gaze was compelling, and there was a anger and a faint regret in his eyes.

As he walked, the small door of the hut slowly opened automatically, and he looked inside, the man who was kneeling on the ground, his withered hands were clenched into fists, and the sound of "clucking" was endless.

"Unexpected, really unexpected!!" The Poison Emperor looked at the beggar and suddenly chuckled, as if laughing at himself.

The beggar's body trembled slightly, but he still didn't look up, his scattered hair made it difficult to see his expression, and he stared at the two big characters on the ground, as if unmoved.

"Heart change!Hmph, what a heart change!!" The Poison Emperor looked at the words on the ground, and there was no longer the sense of decadence and old age between the words, but like a knife, there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Heart change, how qualified are you to talk about these two words!!" he said with both hands with an extremely strong cultivation power, waving towards the two words on the ground, and at the same time towards the pair of hands next to the two words.

The next moment, with a bang, a destructive force spread rapidly to the surroundings, candle flames, huts, teahouses, and even all the houses, flowers and plants within a radius of ten miles were all destroyed in an instant, dusty, rubble flying, dead branches and leaves, a mess.

After a long time, the silence returned to the surroundings, and darkness once again covered everything.

It's just that the word [heart change] is still lying quietly on the ground, but the pale hands next to it are bleeding a trace of blood, trembling slightly, and lying on the ground silently.

It's just that everything around here has witnessed a strong, domineering force that suddenly burst out from this hand, just as invincible as it was thousands of years ago.

The Poison Emperor withdrew his hands, how could he still have that withered appearance at this moment, he was radiant and radiant, his eyes were staring at the person in front of him, his eyes were still full of anger and helplessness, but there was still a faint fear in the deepest part.

"Five hundred years, five hundred years, I didn't expect it to be five hundred years!!" the beggar let out a hoarse voice like a low roar, he looked at his hands, and suddenly hugged his head and cried bitterly.

The Poison Emperor looked at it, and suddenly felt something, and his originally clenched fist gradually loosened, and his face returned to its old appearance.

After a long time, he sighed heavily, turned around, and walked slowly towards the darkness, don't walk and said loudly, "A thousand years of cultivation, but I don't have a single thought of repentance, nine ghosts, who is sorry for ,,, Yunxian, you can do it!"

After speaking, he stepped away with a momentum of looking down on all beings.

In the darkness, a cry moved the four fields, like the most desperate roar, tearing hearts and lungs.