The fiery cloud in the night sky intensified, as if the Rakshasa of Hell was about to descend on the earth.

An extremely uneasy premonition welled up in Bai Yun's heart.

The night sky was burning, and a raging mountain fire was also burning on Qingxuan Mountain.

When Bai Yun stepped onto the Qingxuan Sword Sect, his whole person stiffened like an ice sculpture.

Qingxuan Mountain, a river of blood, a ruin.

Against the backdrop of the fiery clouds overhead, the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect was full of ghosts, like purgatory on earth, and the blood that still had temperature slowly flowed along the Qingxuan Square to the feet of the white clouds.

"What the hell is going on?" Bai Yun finally came back to his senses, his hands trembling.

In the center of Qingxuan Square, there was a disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect who was sitting with his back to the sea of corpses.

When he found that there were still survivors of this catastrophe, he didn't care about the stinking blood on the ground, and strode to the disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect who was still alive.

The disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect seemed to have something to say, his lips opened and closed up and down, but he was too seriously injured to say a word.

Bai Yun gently helped him straighten his body, and said comfortingly: "Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, what happened to the Qingxuan Sword Sect?"

The seriously injured Qingxuan Sword Sect disciple coughed and spat a mouthful of blood onto Bai Yun's body, the look in his eyes becoming more and more dim.

Bai Yun was anxious, and immediately sat down cross-legged, put his hands into two fingers, and pointed them on the two acupuncture points on his chest, and then calmed down, injecting internal force into his meridians continuously, trying to help him come back to life.

Bai Yun's forehead and back were sweating like rain, and the strong smell of blood around him was disgusting, but Bai Yun was never distracted, he knew that if even this survivor could not be spared, then the mystery on Qingxuan Mountain would never be answered tonight.

Moreover, Bai Yun was the first person to discover that the Qingxuan Sword Sect had been wiped out, and if he couldn't find the culprit or clues, he would inevitably be pushed to the forefront and be misunderstood unnecessarily.

Li Feng's secret trip down the mountain to relieve the siege of the Qingxuan Sword Sect was entrusted by the head of Xiao Da, and no one else knew the inside story, and this was already muddy and unclear, and when the time came, people with ulterior motives would definitely take advantage of this to make a big fuss, and the crime of colluding with the Tianlong Society to strangle the Qingxuan Sword Sect was deducted on the head of Jixia Mountain, although Duan Fuchen, who was the thirteenth head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, could clarify for Jixia Mountain, but in the eyes of outsiders, the death of Xiao Da came too suddenly, and Duan Fuchen, a junior of the rivers and lakes, could sit on the position of the head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect in such a bone joint, as for whether there is really any unknown secret hidden in it, God knows！

Bai Yun understood that these gossips would never come to a good place.

A moment later, the green-shirted high-crowned disciple spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, he was just an ordinary disciple on Qingxuan Mountain, the qi sea veins were not as spacious as Baiyun, after suffering such a serious injury, it was difficult to escape the fate of returning to the heavens and lack of skills, and his head tilted like a puddle of soft mud and fell to the sea of corpses behind him.

Bai Yun tried to find the other survivors, but he rummaged through the sea of corpses and found nothing, and he sat down in the sea of blood, almost collapsing.

At this time, a voice came from nowhere, and Bai Yun instantly recognized the person as the man in black who had a common enmity with him.

The voice of the man in black said: "Since all the people from the Qingxuan Sword Sect are dead, why don't you hurry up and get the dragon crystal?" Don't blame me for not reminding you, your little hair won't last long." ”

White clouds

Furious, he raised his head to the sky and roared, he was extremely confident that he had found the murderer, and then he wanted to find out the source of this voice, but this voice came from all directions, and there was no trace of it.

I only heard the voice of the man in black and said: "After Long Jing arrives, you go all the way to the northwest of Shu Land and go to a town called Xifeng Town." ”

In an instant, the sound died out like smoke.

Bai Yun stood up on the blood-stained Qingxuan Square, and his hands were bruised, and he looked up at a pavilion built on the edge of a cliff.

Push open the door of the Qingxuan Sword Pavilion, countless eye-catching good swords hang above the pavilion, just like the sky full of stars competing for beauty, in the past, there was such a rule in the Qingxuan Sword Sect, anyone who wants to go to this sword pavilion to get a sword, you must sit cross-legged in the sword pavilion, if there is a sword willing to follow, it will naturally fall from the roof.

Bai Yun turned a blind eye to the hidden sword in the Sword Pavilion, his eyebrows were gloomy, the Qingxuan Sword Sect had changed the sky, but this Sword Pavilion was out of the way, what was the man in black hauling?

The pavilion is hollow, there is a stone statue on the first floor facing the gate, its appearance is not good but the fierce god is evil, this is a sword slave statue, and the Buddha temple mountain temple is the same truth, the Bodhisattva town evil spirit, the sword slave town sword spirit, Bai Yun paused when passing by this stone statue, but then moved away again.

Bai Yun walked up the wooden ladder to the dragon crystal in the pavilion.

Bai Yun's attention shifted to the dense long swords hanging from the top of the Sword Pavilion, these long swords were all suspended upside down in the air, and there was no rope to pull them, what was it that made them float in mid-air?

This problem came to an abrupt end, Bai Yun didn't want to fall into this place, he had to find Long Jing as soon as possible to rescue Zhong Yuanli.

Yu Jian Pavilion inside and out of the rummag, but never found the dragon crystal, soon Bai Yun along the road along the wooden ladder back to a layer, his eyes suddenly fell on the stone statue, but after a moment of moving away, Bai Yun looked at the qi and found that this stone is not unusual, there is no trace of qi overflowing, it is just an ordinary ornament, how can the dragon crystal be in it.

Baiyun fell into deep thought.

After thinking about it, Bai Yun rubbed his chin and raised his head inadvertently, and his eyes fell on the long swords suspended on the roof of the building again: "I see." ”

Before the words fell, Bai Yun waved his hand and controlled the Divine Sword to rush straight to the top of the building.

After the gods collided with the suspended sword sea above their heads, a gust of wind arose in the pavilion for no reason, and a rain of swords followed, and the long swords above their heads became rain lines all over the sky without exception.

After the wind and dust dissipated, the ground of the Sword Pavilion was full of long swords, which was very spectacular.

The god returned in full bloom, and the tip of the sword flew back with a cloud of white light.

Bai Yun retracted his spirit, and the white light slowly fell, and Bai Yun stretched out his palm to hold the white light in the palm of his hand.

For some reason, the white light is bright and beautiful, but it is not dazzling at all, like a ball of glowing cotton, falling gently.

At this moment, Bai Yun was in a state of selflessness, and it was not until the white light completely fell that the fluttering three souls and seven spirits returned to their positions.

Bai Yun gently held the white light, and there was a feeling of holding the vast sea.

The white light disappeared, and Bai Yun spread out his palm, and there was a transparent crystal with cracks like silk lying on the palm of his hand, and the cracks were like small snakes wandering, which reminded Bai Yun of the Qingxuan Demon Crystal, and there were similarities between the two.

Bai Yun took this famous dragon crystal spar into his arms, looked out of the door with a gloomy gaze, and murmured, "West."

Windy Town?"

After hurriing down the mountain, the fire on Qingxuan Mountain was extinguished by a heavy rain, and the long-lasting fire cloud overhead finally faded, and the lonely night sky was inexplicably desolate.

A shivering green shirt and high crown that had been hiding behind the stone statue from beginning to end climbed out of the Sword Pavilion, the catastrophe not long ago destroyed the Qingxuan Sword Sect of Nuoda, so that he didn't even see the appearance of the demon clearly, so he hid in the Sword Pavilion with a trembling face, he only had a slight impression of that Xuantie face, and just now he thought that the demon was taking the dragon crystal, he didn't even dare to breathe as usual, but what he couldn't imagine was that the person who came to the Sword Pavilion to get the dragon crystal turned out to be a young man with a wooden sword wrapped in cloth, and this young man was also a dignified disciple of Jixia Mountain, thinking that he and the demon who razed the Qingxuan Sword Sect to the ground must be in the same stream。

There was a woman in red who swept up the mountain, when she saw the tragic situation of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, her heart tightened, she walked all the way through Qingxuan Square, and walked through the corpse mountain and sea of blood, but she couldn't find the figure of the young man, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

At this time, another group of people climbed Qingxuan Mountain, and the woman in red frowned, quietly hiding in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Those who went up the mountain turned out to be the people who flew to the peak on the return trip.

Stepping on Qingxuan Square, the faces of everyone in Feilaifeng were as white as frost.

Tang Dali and others believe that the culprit of this catastrophe is the Tianlong Society, which closed the mountain and encircled it but returned empty-handed.

Li Feng's face was pale, he didn't think that this was done by the Tianlong Club, what was the use of a piece of chicken ribs that was tasteless and discarded?

Li Feng found the only surviving disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect who had crawled out of the Sword Pavilion, so he wanted to go over and ask what was going on.

The fact that the Qingxuan Sword Sect was wiped out was not trivial, and Duan Fuchen was on his way to Erhai in southern Xinjiang, he must not have known about this great change, as an elder of the righteous path, he had to seek justice for the mountain of corpses and blood in Qingxuan Square no matter what.

Who knew that the disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect who survived, as if he was suffering from madness, turned his head and ran after seeing the people of Feilai Peak, Li Feng's legs lightly fell in front of that person.

This embarrassed disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and began to talk nonsense, in fact, in the siege of the Qingxuan Sword Sect a few days ago, Li Feng was sitting in Qingxuan Mountain, he had seen Li Feng from afar once, but at the moment he trembled and said: "Demon... Head... ”

Li Feng was extremely puzzled by this.

Seeing this, Tang Dali reached out to his cuffs and stuffed a Nine Flower Pill into the mouth of the disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect who had lost his soul, and was stunned.

After half a cup of tea, the Qingxuan Sword Sect disciple finally calmed down, and he said what he saw, everything was done by a black-clothed man of the Heavenly Dragon Society wearing a Xuantie mask, and the young man with a cloth-wrapped wooden sword was in cahoots with him, snatching the dragon crystal from the Sword Pavilion of the Qingxuan Sword Sect.

Li Feng was furious, he couldn't imagine that the Heavenly Dragon Society would not even let go of a piece of chicken ribs, but he believed that Bai Yunju would not be embarrassed by the Heavenly Dragon Society, and there must be some misunderstanding in it.

After listening to these words, not only Li Feng was like this, but Fei Laifeng also firmly believed that Bai Yun could never be a traitor, let alone do such a hurtful thing.