It has four courtyards and dozens of rooms. （）

It was reduced to ruins in an instant, and in the courtyard where Yun Xiaoyi lived, the damage was even more serious, and it was almost razed to the ground.

The sudden shocking change suddenly made the entire Lingxiao Peak Xuantian Sword Sect lively, and at this moment, it was not only the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect who lived here, but also thousands of elite disciples of other sects, and even the heads of the four major sects of the Righteous Path lived here.

Almost in a moment, countless rays of light shot from all directions, and the fastest among them was the elder of the older generation.

Everyone saw that almost half of the dozens of disciples of the Shushan Sect were suspended in the air in their pajamas, and most of the four courtyards under their feet collapsed, especially the one in the middle, almost even the green bricks were shattered, and everyone was stunned, not understanding what was going on here.

The Xuanbi Daoist galloped over and shouted, "Yufeng, what's the matter?"

Gu Yufeng looked puzzled and shocked, and said, "Uncle Master, I don't know, just now a mysterious energy destroyed all the buildings within a radius of a hundred zhang. ”

Xuanbi Daoren's face was solemn, and he turned his head and said, "Everyone is not injured, right?"

Everyone's faces were a little pale, but it didn't seem to hurt anything other than the soul-shaking sound wave just now.

The head of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Goji Zi, and the elders of the other four major sects came one after another to inquire about the situation of the disciples of Shushan, but none of them could say why.

Except for her.

That beautiful woman in a goose yellow dress!

Han Xuemei landed on the ruins, looking at the ruins where Yun Xiaoxie's room was located, her face was so solemn that it was almost iron-blue, and there seemed to be a voice shouting and roaring in her heart.

"Shura Phantom Sonic Wave!"

She is the only person in the world other than Yun Xiaoye who has seen the fifth volume of the Book of Heaven and secretly cultivated, she is quite accomplished in this set of phantom sound wave thaumaturgy, and she immediately understood that Yun Xiaoxi, who had not shown up for several days, was hiding in the house to study the thaumaturgy of the Book of Heaven.

It's just that she knows the subtlety and weirdness of the Heavenly Book Magic, especially the Shura Phantom Sound Wave, which stimulates the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, and urges the Nine Evil Qi, although the power is not trivial, but the damage to the soul is also unstoppable.

Yun Xiaoxie has made rapid progress in the past few months, but he has not reached the realm of flying swords, and the spiritual power of the soul is limited after all, so he is afraid that he has already been devoured by the evil qi.

Thinking of this, her face turned white in an instant, and she couldn't care about anything anymore, and flew towards the ruins of Yun Xiaoxie's original room, and then, the pair of white jade hands that were as warm as jade moved the ruins all over the ground little by little.

"Don't get an accident! Don't get an accident......"

In her heart, she prayed to the heavens to bless the young man safe and sound, and she was willing to pay any price.

I don't know when, that young man has occupied an extremely important position in her heart.

The Shushan disciples and the other thousands of cultivators who rushed over were extremely puzzled when they saw Han Xuemei's strange behavior, and they didn't know what she was doing. （）

At this moment, the red-clothed Yun Xiaoyou suddenly shouted: "Oh no, Xiao Xie has been in retreat in the room for the past three days, have you seen Xiao Xie come out?"

The disciples of Shushan looked at each other, and after glancing at each other, they really didn't find the little junior brother who was the most troublemaker.

Xuanbi Daoren's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "Quickly clean up the ruins, the little evil must be buried under the ruins!"

Only then did everyone understand why Han Xuemei was desperately digging up the ruins, and a large group of Shushan disciples and Xuantian Sword Sect disciples rushed over and cleaned up the ruins little by little.

At this moment, with a bang, a large wooden beam slipped to the side, and the number of people was noisy, and not many people heard it. Lu Linglang and Gu Yufeng were nearby, and they found the place where the big wood of the roof beam rolled down.

The two of them walked over in unison, took a look at the broken wood rubble, and saw a swarthy young man lying below, his whole body was shrouded in a faint purple light, and his face was slightly weird under the purple light.

If this person is not Yun Xiaoxie, who is it?

"Little junior brother, I have found my little junior brother!"

Gu Yufeng was overjoyed, and shook the tiles and broken wood around Yun Xiaoxie with the palm wind, and hugged him out.

Many of the righteous path disciples around stopped their movements and raised their eyes.

In the early morning glow, Han Xuemei's hands and clothes were also stained with dust, she didn't care at all, just quietly looked at the unconscious young man in Bai Gu Yufeng's arms.

Her eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that all the pressure disappeared in an instant, she did not gather around to watch Yun Xiaoxie's injury like other Shu Mountains, but stood motionless above the ruins, her face was as calm as water, and no one knew what this beautiful and cold woman was thinking in her heart.

Gu Yufeng hugged Yun Xiaoye to a relatively gentle and open place, put Yun Xiaoye down gently, and the Purple Cloud Fairy, Drunken Daoist and other Shushan elders who rushed over after hearing the news all came over.

Purple Cloud Fairy's face was solemn, faintly worried, and said, "What's wrong with the little evil?"

The drunken Taoist shook his head slightly, half-squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand to check Yun Xiaoxie's pulse, and then a faint cyan light entered Yun Xiaoxie's body to check his condition.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the face of the drunken Daoist, looking at the ever-changing old face, the young disciple of the Shushan Sect who had befriended Yun Xiaoxie suddenly frowned, with a trace of worry on his face.

There are as many as a thousand righteous path disciples gathered around, and the head of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Goji Zi, is directing his disciples to search for suspicious characters, in addition to the Shushan Sect's nearly 100 disciples and elders, young disciples such as Xuanbing Palace, Kunlun Sect, and Jiaye Temple are all standing on the periphery and discussing.

Yang Zhaodi, who was dressed in a water-green shirt and deceived frost and snow, squeezed into the crowd of female disciples of the Huangshan faction, and the disciples of the Huangshan faction had a very good relationship with this little neighbor, and when they saw that it was her, they nodded and smiled.

Yang Zhaodi was surprised: "Senior Sister Wan'er, this ...... How did this place become like this?"

Yu Wan'er of the Huangshan Sect shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who knows, just now a strange energy collapsed these dozens of houses, that Yun Xiaoxiao Junior Brother was just dug out of the ruins by the Shushan disciples, and now the elders of the Shushan Sect are all checking over there, it seems that the situation is not very good!"

Yang Zhaodi's body shook slightly, her eyes looked intently, through the gap in the body of the Shushan Sect disciple elder, and sure enough, she saw a person lying on the ground in the center surrounded by the Shushan Sect.

"Why is it him again?"

Yang Zhaodi really couldn't figure it out, why was Yun Xiaoxiao unlucky or would he cause trouble?

The house collapsed, and dozens of Shushan disciples escaped, why was he buried underneath alone?

Although Yang Zhaodi didn't deal with Yun Xiaoxie, and even the two were friends and enemies, they almost made a move several times.

Maybe it was Shitai Chengyun Xiaoxiao who saved Yang Zhaodi's life, but at this moment, Yang Zhaodi's heart was still faintly worried about that obscene young man.

In the crowd of Shushan, the drunken Taoist slowly stood up, and Yun Xiaoyou immediately asked, "How is the little evil?"

The drunken Taoist waved his hand and said: "He is fine, there is no injury in his body, the aura is much more abundant than before, and even the golden pill condensed on the dantian has been substantiated, and it is estimated that he will wake up after a while." ”

When the disciples of Shushan heard this, they were relieved.

On the other side, the Xuanbi Daoist was asking Feng Yuanji, Zhou Dalin and other Shushan disciples in detail, but each disciple was asleep at the time, and he hadn't gotten up yet, but he just felt a terrible roar, and then the surging air wave swept by, and the house collapsed.

Originally, everyone speculated whether it was a ghost secretly carried out by the demon cult demons, but almost everyone shook their heads and denied this possibility.

The disciples of the various sects of the Demon Sect are now all gathered in the Seven Star City, even if a few big demons can avoid the ears and eyes of countless people in the righteous path and sneak into the main hall of the Xuantian Sword Sect of Lingxiao Peak, it is not just to destroy a few houses.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, and everyone was speculating about what was going on with the strange incident that shook Ling Xiaofeng in the early morning. Everyone had different opinions, and there were also knowledgeable senior elders who guessed in their hearts, could it be caused by which Shushan elite disciple meditated and cultivated and confiscated his spiritual power for a while?

Finally, more and more people agree with this view.

Everyone observed the ruins, the damage of the three courtyards around them was a little better, most of the walls had collapsed, and in the courtyard where Yun Xiaoyi had just been dug up, it seemed to be the birthplace of that mysterious power, the blue bricks were shattered, and the ground was in shambles, and there were almost no one-man high walls.

Everyone inquired privately, and they knew that there were six people living in this courtyard: Fan Shaoyulong, Zhou Dalin, Li Xiaoyao, Feng Yuanji, Yun Xiaoxie and Yun Xiaodemon.

Yun Xiaodemon injured his meridians while fighting with Chu Yulong a few days ago, and he shouldn't have recovered yet.

Among the other people, Yun Xiaoxie's cultivation was the lowest, and he was the only one in the Jindan realm, and it was obvious that even if the cultivation of the Jindan realm hit with all his strength, he was afraid that he would not be able to cause such a big damage in an instant.

Zhou Dalin cultivated the Fire Immortal Sword Kang Spirit, and there was no fire energy left in the surrounding air, so he was also dismissed from suspicion.

Among the remaining three, Xiu Wei is among the best, and I don't know who it is.

After checking it out, the elders of the Shushan Sect also had no clue, so they asked the elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect to rearrange the living houses for these Shushan disciples.

It was almost noon that the matter gradually came to an end.

Yun Xiaoye was lying on the bed in the new house, and Yun Xiaoxiao was the only one sitting on the edge of the bed in the house, wiping the dust and dirt on Yun Xiaoxie's cheeks with a wet towel.

Under the mountain, Lingxiao City.

The crowd of people on the lively street surged, and countless cultivators wearing various costumes and holding magic weapons walked on the street talking and laughing, some were talking about which fairy was more beautiful, and some were talking about the third round of elimination and promotion competition tomorrow.

Of course, the most talked about thing was the strange incident that happened at the Xuantian Sword Sect's main altar on the mountainside of Ling Xiao Peak this morning.

In the crowd, Xu Tiandi, who was holding a bamboo pole and curtain in the world, walked swaggeringly, quite a taste of fairy wind.

Dressed in light blue clothes and wearing two big braids, the little girl still held her favorite rock sugar gourd in her hand, happily following behind her grandfather.

It's just that I haven't seen the nine-tailed fox fox who has been inseparable from Xu Tiandi's grandfather and grandson for many days.

At noon, Xu Tiandi didn't seem to be a real immortal, and he was hungry, so he took his granddaughter Xiaoya to a wonton shop on the side of the street, and spent ten yuan to buy two bowls of wontons.

The two of them were eating, and suddenly heard two young disciples of the righteous path on a table next to them, who didn't know which sect, were talking about what happened on the mountainside of Ling Xiaofeng this morning, and they were talking about Yun Xiaoxie being buried, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Xiaoya put down her chopsticks and blinked her big eyes, as if she was still a little worried.

Xu Tiandi glanced at her and said, "Girl, why don't you eat it?"

Xiaoya said: "Grandpa, you haven't heard anyone else say along the way, Dumb seems to be injured, I don't know how it is now." Hey, which master attacked the house where the disciples of the Shushan Sect lived?"

"Poof......

The wontons that Xu Tiandi was chewing suddenly squirted out, and many of them were sprayed on the body of the little girl on the other side of the low table.

The little girl was furious, hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and shouted, "Grandpa!

Xu Tiandi was greatly embarrassed and said, "This ...... Nothing! Nothing......"

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and continued to eat, but he muttered in his mouth: "Master, I'm afraid it was the stinky boy who was buried." ”

A fragrance suddenly rushed in, and I saw a white shadow flashing, and the long-haired little fox sat next to Xiaoya, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Xiaoya, your grandfather bullied you again?"