The sun rises in the east, and the clouds are mighty.

The red-tiled and red-lacquered Tianshu Pavilion two-story small building is hidden in the dewy green under the Tianjian Peak, and the small pavilion gathers the most shrewd and capable clerical monks in the entire Qingyun Mountain. They are responsible for the sending and receiving of all secret letter espionage reports and disciple messages from Heavenly Sword Peak and even the other eight peaks, and they are one of the important lifelines of Qingyun Mountain.

The task of sending and receiving spy secret messages is heavy and cannot be sloppy, and many monks who specialize in the Tianshu Pavilion are dressed in crisp blue and white robes, and they are busy early.

The decoration of Tianshu Pavilion is elegant and simple, and there is a superb ethereal jade in the middle of the pavilion that is enough to make ordinary first-grade sects fight for their heads.

Ethereal jade can send and receive secret messages remotely after years of sacrifice, and unlike ordinary messenger jade, ethereal jade can process massive amounts of information in batches. After the secret method of refining, every piece of information could be accurately transmitted to the monks in charge of civilian tasks at each peak in the Tianshu Pavilion.

The young monk with the nameplate of Qingyun Peak's civilian disciple on his chest was concentrating on processing the countless messages coming from the ethereal jade, his expression extremely focused.

Important information will be entered into the jade slip first, and secondary information will be entered into the jade slip or reported to the second floor of the Tianshu Pavilion depending on whether the situation is important or not.

The young monk was obviously not a stunned young man who had just entered this trip, and he acted in a very orderly manner, and the jade slips that had been entered were piled up on the table at a speed visible to the naked eye. The messenger boy who specializes in the Qingyun Peak has the sharpest eyesight, and diligently put the jade slips that were piled up high on the young monk's desk into the storage bag, grimaced at the young monk, and trotted happily all the way to deliver the message.

He is the most familiar with the cooperation of the young monks, and both of them are surprisingly quick with their hands and feet, and they can always earn thirty percent more contribution points than others in a day, which can make the children of other peaks red-eyed.

The young monk who saw the boy go away rarely stretched his waist, and saw that the disciple of Tianxiu Peak beside him was not busy with his work, so he accosted him: "I heard that Chang Xi, the inner disciple of your peak, has been in the outer realm and has been chased and killed by the Ten Thousand Demons for a long time, and there is still no news?"

Hearing this, the disciples of Tianxiu Peak shook their heads and sighed, "Senior Brother Chang has not heard from him for a month, and the inner disciples who went out to search together with the elders scolded him. Now all the inner disciples of Tianxiu Peak have no intention of cultivating for a long time, and they are only thinking about how to get Senior Brother Chang back safely. ”

The young monk was suspicious and asked, "Then Chang Xi convinces you so much?"

The disciple of Tianxiu Peak did not hesitate to give an affirmative answer, which surprised the young disciple of Qingyun Peak. He also heard about the deeds of Senior Sister Qing Xuan and Chang Xi in the inner gate of Qingyun Peak to carry out the mission of the sect, it is said that after the senior sister returned to the inner gate, she insisted on going down the mountain to find Chang Xi, and was finally grounded by the head of the sect, and washed her face with tears all day long.

He couldn't imagine how a thorny rose like Senior Sister Qing Xuan would be so desperate for a Tianxiu Peak disciple, so could Chang Xi be born with three heads and six arms?

The elder monk of Heavenly Sword Peak at the front had always been old-fashioned and serious, and when he heard the whispers of the two junior disciples behind him, he heard the content clearly, and frowned, but he rarely did not reprimand and interrupt, but let them concentrate on the task at hand.

The young monk was a master with a lively mind, and when he saw that the older monk did not open his mouth to reprimand, he knew that there was a play, and climbed up the pole and said, "Brother Song, you can tell me about this." ”

The elder monk who was called Brother Song by his junior disciples spoke quietly: "I don't know how Chang Xi behaved, I only know that the Ten Thousand Demons Jindan Realm evil cultivator that the Heavenly Sword Hall interrogated last time was the only living one that Chang Xi captured in danger, and at that time he was only in the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm, and his future life was terrifying. ”

The young monk's mouth opened wide, and the disciples of Tianxiu Peak were full of spring breeze.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm here to live. ”

The elder monk was just about to say something more, when a red light flowed in front of his eyes from the ethereal jade, and he pinched his head and concentrated on the message in front of him.

When the elder monk saw the message in the red light, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "The message of the Cheng family in Yaocheng should be a letter from Senior Brother Cheng Wei." However, he lowered his brow again and wondered: "But there is no need to rush the family letter?"

Out of an abundance of caution, the elder monk packed this urgent message into a jade slip and walked up to the second floor to submit it to the deacon in charge of the Heavenly Chamber.

The elder monk saw a scene he would never forget.

From the deacon's relaxed handwriting when he took over the jade slip, to the gradually stiff expression on his face when he opened the jade slip and saw the contents, and finally until he was stunned.

The elder monk felt in the clouds, what was in the Cheng family's urgent message that could make the deacon so out of shape?

The deacon clenched the jade slip, and stumbled towards the main hall of Qingyun Peak.

After a stick of incense, a woman in a black dress holding a phoenix branch re-entered the hall.

In less than a cup of tea, there was a sudden Qingluan Divine Boat on the main hall of Qingyun Peak that broke through the sea of clouds, and the nine hideous wings spread their wings in the sky, and the sails swept in the wind to cover the sky and the sun, casting a large shadow.

The peerless beauty in a black dress and black hair held a sword on the bow of the ship, the blade of the sword pointed to the sky, and then under the dumbfounded gaze of countless Qingyun Mountain disciples and elders, the nine wings on the Qingluan Divine Boat waved in unison, and millions of runes flowed like thunder roaring in the sky, and the huge hull disappeared into the distance in an instant.

The domineering void breathed in Chang Xi's body, rampage unscrupulously.

The Void represents extinction and death, and no living creature can survive by being exposed to the Void.

The breath of the void air eats away at Chang Xi's flesh and blood essence, and Chang Xi's sturdy and streamlined body like a leopard gradually withers under the encroachment of the breath of the void. And the sea of blood in the chest palace contains an unimaginable vast vitality, whenever the void breath pushes Chang Xi to the brink of death, the vast vitality will immediately feed back the vitality back to the limbs.

The natural sword intent sword qi spontaneously polished the new flesh and blood over and over again, and the pain of constantly tearing the flesh was enough to make ordinary people scream, but the owner of this body only endured it silently, and there was no superfluous reaction.

In addition to enduring hardship, what he is best at is still enduring hardship, and he is used to it.

Chang Xi's physical condition changed repeatedly like this, his face as warm as jade was sometimes handsome as jade-faced Langjun, and sometimes his flesh and blood were withered like corpses.

Warmth and withering go over and over again, as if the alternation of day and night and spring and autumn, and it seems to faintly fit the true meaning of the world where flowers bloom and fall and the years of withering, and a mysterious and mysterious breath is dormant in the depths of Chang Xi's body, and is slowly waking up.

The huge wound on Chang Xi's abdomen was healed by Xiao Yao's difficult medicine, and there was no scar left, and the blood on the corners of the little monk's mouth and blood and tears at the corners of his eyes were carefully wiped clean by Xiao Yao. The smell on the body of the Buddhist disciples is the purest, and the little medicine is not hated, and even some like this little bald head.

Xiao Yao looked worriedly at the boy who was trying to hold up the last line of defense under the light curtain.

His form became more and more illusory and dim.

In the sky, the golden giant eagle spread its wings and flew high, and the eagle's ears made the corpse-faced Jiao angry, and the golden feathers that were as sharp as a sword swayed down, and the corpse-faced Jiao smiled and raised its arms to cover it, and it had long since stopped putting these flying feathers that could still roll back in the sky. Three days ago, he would have been a little painful, but now the golden giant eagle hovering in the sky was far inferior to before, both in terms of the number of feathers it shot and the speed of its flight.

Out of the corner of the evil monster's eyes, Yin Hong caught a glimpse of the blue sword shadow that circled behind him, and his body shook to avoid a sharp sword aura, and he actually dodged to the vicinity of the golden giant eagle.

Cut off with one arm.

Ah Ying's not strong body was already exhausted after three days and three nights of fighting, and less than half of the golden feathers were left on his body to resist the bone sickle of the corpse, and his wings were cut a hideous opening, and he fell to the ground with a wail.

Just as the corpse-faced Jiao was about to resist the painless sword qi of the sword shadow a few times, and raised the bone scythe to unload the eagle that had entangled it for three days and three nights, the figure in the azure light curtain that had been sitting cross-legged for three days slowly stood up.

Yuehong, Tianhuang, Xiaoyao, Ah Ying, and even the corpse-faced Jiao all stopped their movements for a while, and they all looked at the standing figure in the light curtain.

His eyes were full of strangeness and wariness.

Who is this man?