After Zhou Feng passed through Tiandiluo, he shot towards the halfway point of Yuling Peak like a white line, quickly hiding his figure.

The mountainside of Yuling Peak is covered with dense forests, and although they are not as lush as they used to be, they are also dense with high trees, and it is difficult to find them walking through them. The terrain here is familiar to Zhou Feng, it is where he practiced before, and it is familiar with Yuling Peak from here.

White clouds slowly fluttered from the endless sky, blocking the brilliance of the sprinkled flames from time to time, making the top of Yuling Peak flicker and darken.

The teams of clothed cultivators continued to patrol all corners of Yuling Peak, not daring to be sloppy. Now that the enemy is present, they naturally look nervous and a little tired.

Yuling Peak, which has been besieged for nearly a year, is no longer as lively as it used to be, and many people are in a hurry and say little.

In the white jade meeting hall, there were all cultivators with superb cultivation above the purple cloth, all of whom had heavy faces and bowed their heads and were silent.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed, and a burly golden-robed old man slowly paced into the hall. When all the cultivators saw this person, they immediately got up and bowed down.

This golden-robed old man has white beard and white hair, a ruddy complexion, and an extraordinary bearing, he is the supreme commander of the cultivators, Xiuhuang, and he is also a god-level powerhouse, which is even higher than the cultivation of Yao Yuji that day. He is also a personal disciple of the cultivator patriarch Hong Xiu, and his seniority is also very high.

"Sit down, everybody. Emperor Xiu beckoned everyone to sit down in harmony, without a trace of superiority, it seemed that this person was very approachable.

"Now that my cultivator is in great calamity, and it is about to be destroyed, I am really ashamed of my ancestor as the head of the family. Emperor Xiu slowly sat on the white jade chair, his face was sad, and old tears flowed.

Some of the old people present also cried when they saw Emperor Xiu crying, and the entire hall suddenly fell into grief and indignation.

"Emperor Xiu, don't be sad for your old man, there are still thousands of strong people on my Yuling Peak, 30,000 disciples, and the witches don't dare to attack rashly, even if they really open it, let them have no return. The head of Yuling Peak stood up and said solemnly.

"Senior Brother is very right, we cultivators will definitely make a comeback. The purple-clothed Venerable on the side stood up and echoed.

For a while, many cultivators got up to comfort the weeping Xiu Emperor, they were all full of confidence and flying big words. In fact, these people knew that the current form was extremely unfavorable for cultivators, and it was easy for sorcerers to unite with the four major families to deal with cultivators, it was only a matter of time.

"I feel very relieved that everyone is so determined, and I hope that Yuling Peak can escape this catastrophe, and when the time comes, we will regain our glory and live up to the high expectations of our ancestors. Emperor Xiu wiped away the tears with his sleeve and smiled.

"Emperor Xiu, do you know if the disciple has something to say?" an old man in black stood up in the front row and said.

"Su Yi, it's okay to say it directly. Emperor Xiu said politely when he saw this person.

This Su Yi is also a strong man close to the gods, and his cultivation is also unfathomable, and he is the right-hand man of the Emperor Xiu.

"It's better for us to bring down the witches, avoid the casualties of the cultivators, and preserve our strength. Su Yi arched his hand and said.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall, and there were voices of opposition, and only a few people agreed with Su Yi's proposal.

"Senior Brother Su, how can you be so greedy for life and afraid of death, so that we have no face. The head of Yuling Peak took the lead in standing up against it, righteous and awe-inspiring, with a heroic and fearless spirit.

"Yes, Senior Brother Su, how can we cultivators easily give away their inheritance, and we haven't seen who will die. The purple-clothed Venerable retorted even more magnificently.

Facing everyone's accusations, Su Yi smiled indifferently and said sadly: "I, Su Yi, have been born and died for many years, and I have been afraid of anyone. If I'm afraid of death, why should I stay here, I can go away from the imperial city and go free and happy, isn't it for the sake of the disciples on Yuling Peak. Look at the underage children outside, do you want them to die with us?"

"Well, you don't have to fight anymore. Now that the great enemy is not going to hurt the peace, Su Yi's words also have his truth, you want to say that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, and the emperor does not approve of it. Emperor Xiu snorted lightly and quieted everyone, he still had a deep understanding of Su Yi's nature.

"Since everyone is in favor of fighting the sorcerer to the death, I, as the head of the family, are even more sworn to the death. But when it comes to the disaster of Yuling Peak, I hope that everyone will protect their disciples and let them retreat, even if you descend to the witch, I will not blame you. Speaking of this, Emperor Xiu looked sad again and sighed deeply.

Among the trees, the white shadow fluttered, and Zhou Feng soon came to the top of Yuling Peak, and he did not encounter obstacles along the way. But as he approached the summit, he was in a hurry.

I saw that the figures on Yuling Peak were crowded and endless, and the cultivators in various clothes were constantly patrolling back and forth, and even a fly could not fly in. It is almost impossible for Zhou Feng to enter quietly, what can he do?

At this moment, a pink-clad cultivator hurried into the woods, and his expression must have been urgent.

Haha! God help me. Zhou Feng was overjoyed, and he had a plan in his heart to deal with it.

This pink-clothed cultivator was in his twenties, slightly more fierce than Zhou Feng, and he was also a short man in the ancient human race.

I saw that the pink-clothed cultivator ran to a big tree to hide himself, and he couldn't wait to start booing. When he finished making it convenient and didn't have time to lift his pants, he felt a sore neck, and his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to borrow your clothes to wear in advance, and I'll return them to you later." Zhou Feng took off the man's clothes as he spoke.

In order to avoid being discovered by the cultivator, Zhou Feng hid his family in a dense grass, and took out a ticket from his body and stuffed it into the man's arms to show his shame. It's really a wealthy lord, so 10,000 coins are given away.

Zhou Feng lowered his head and walked lightly, and the cultivators in the various clothes who were in a hurry did not suspect him. Soon, Zhou Feng passed through the layers of guards and came to Yuling Peak.

Many familiar scenes come into the eyes of Zhou Feng, flowers and plants, houses and buildings, square paths. But these things have lost their former brilliance, and everywhere they are lifeless, sad and desolate.

The memories of the past kept presenting in Zhou Feng's mind, but now they no longer exist.

"Alas!"

Zhou Feng looked up to the sky and sighed, and his heart couldn't help but add a lot of sadness.

"What are you doing here?"

The angry shouts came from not far away, which made Zhou Feng feel excited, and when he looked back, he was even more shocked into a cold sweat. Ahh