The autumn breeze is blowing, and the golden leaves are flying all over the sky.

"One flower, one world, one soil, one ......"

Lu Chengfeng stared at the fallen leaves in front of him, remembering the words that the monk was reciting in his sleep, and he seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.

If the Tao is natural, then every grass and tree can be described as the Tao, so why bother sticking to the realm of the primordial spirit. If the Tao is inactive, then what is it to cultivate hard? Is it cultivation? Or is it obsessed with the almost vain feather transformation into an immortal?

Thinking about it, Lu Chengfeng sat motionless like an old monk in a fixed place, as if he was out of his body.

The falling leaves soon covered Lu Chengfeng's entire body like heavy snow, and he was unmoved, just let it fall.

During this period, Jiang Wuhan and Tang Haoyun came to the cave to check Lu Chengfeng's injuries. But seeing Lu Chengfeng's sluggish eyes, Jiang Wuhan was about to reach out to remove the fallen leaves on his body, but was stopped by Tang Haoyun.

"It seems that he has an idea, let's not bother him!"

Tang Haoyun seemed to see something strange, but he didn't know how to express it.

Jiang Wuhan always couldn't bear it, but he didn't dare to disturb quietly, so he had to get rid of Tang Haoyun to deal with the affairs of Shushan temporarily.

Tang Haoyun was helpless, sighed and turned to leave.

Day after night, Lu Chengfeng always maintained the initial sitting posture and remained motionless. Even in the dead of night, only the faint sound of its breathing could be heard.

Many times, Jiang Wuhan thought he was dead, but the sound of even breathing told him that this sullen guy had been sitting in place for several days.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the birds in the forest chirp and fly over, but Lu Chengfeng never moves.

Half a moon later, a rush of bells broke the silence of the valley.

Jiang Wuhan opened his eyes suddenly, the bell rang so quickly, there must have been something big happening.

Glancing at Lu Chengfeng, Jiang Wuhan gritted his teeth and flew out of the cave. Before leaving, just in case, he also set up an enchantment in front of the cave with the Five Elements Formation.

In the Shushan Hall, all the elders had already gathered together.

On the square, almost all the Shushan disciples came to inquire about it. In the center of the square, dozens of corpses of Shushan disciples were neatly arranged. The originally young faces became extremely blackened, as if they had been roasted by fire.

Among these corpses, in addition to some yellow-rank disciples, there were two Xuan-rank disciples and one earth-level disciple.

"How can this be reasonable! Xiu Mo Sect bullied us, and the Powerful Ghost Hall also came to slaughter my disciples, is it really bullying me that there is no one in Shu Mountain!"

Between the big drinks, Di Qianjun remembered the senior brother who was killed by the Demon Cultivation Sect not long ago, but he walked straight down the mountain while not being angry.

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive......"

Jiang Wuhan rushed up and grabbed Di Qianjun, "We are all very sad to encounter such things, but don't be in a hurry now, we need to think about it in the long run!"

Di Qianjun roared, "Think about it in the long run, think about it in the long run...... I don't want to hear this anymore! Now that the demons are dancing wildly, my monks should take it as their duty to eliminate the demons and defend the way. Today, since I was bullied to the front of the mountain, I am going to meet this powerful ghost hall! Today, I will lose my life, and I want to let those clowns who jump off the beam know how powerful I am in Shushan!"

"Well said!"

Tang Haoyun patted Di Qianjun's shoulder and said with a smile, "I have been in retreat for many years, and today I want to see who gave this powerful ghost hall the courage to dare to spread wild in my Shu Mountain!"

The two are like-minded, and now they are walking side by side.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came, and a black mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

The black mist hovered in the air for a moment and then turned into a phantom, "Song Qingshan of the Powerful Ghost Hall came to visit the senior brothers of Shushan!"

Song Qingshan?

How is the name so familiar?

After seeing this person in front of them clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasp, when did this person actually worship under the door of the Powerful Ghost Hall?

"Your Excellency's Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Technique is familiar, but I don't know if the person who passed on your technique is here now?"

Tang Haoyun remembered Han Yu, the No. 1 master of the Powerful Ghost Hall who fought with him back then, and this Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Technique was his famous stunt. But in the first war, although the two were hostile, they cherished each other. Now there is such a question, but Han Yu once said that this technique was realized by himself, and it could not be passed on to a second person unless he died.

"You're talking about Han Yu!" Song Qingshan sneered, "He's dead, and it's at your hands!"

"Dead?" Tang Haoyun's face twisted, "It seems that Han Yu's death has nothing to do with you, it's good that you are here today, but I want to meet you for a while!"

While speaking, the cold wind blew on his face, but Tang Haoyun's whole person disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The corners of Song Qingshan's mouth sneered, but in an instant, it also turned into a black mist. The black mist became thicker and thicker between the howls of ghosts and wolves, as if splashing ink, as if it had become a prairie fire.

The gloomy aura spread around Shu Mountain, and some of the Yellow Order disciples with low cultivation suddenly fell down in response, and in the blink of an eye, they had become white bones.

Seeing this, the elders hurriedly attracted their true qi to protect the disciples around them.

With such an aura, this person doesn't know what kind of realm he has reached.

In mid-air, only a golden light could be seen slashing in the thick black gas.

The hundred ghosts formed by the black mist kept shouting on the top of Shu Mountain, and the sound of drums was like a monstrous wave, one after another.

In the midst of the deafening, I suddenly saw a golden light, and the ghosts kept biting around it, winding upwards like a giant python, and the sound shook the valley.

Seeing this scene, Elder Wuwei shouted loudly, "Song Qingshan, you traitor who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, not to mention that you have taken refuge in the Li Ghost Hall, and today you dare to openly confront Shushan! Is this how you came to repay the kindness of your teacher's teachings over the years?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs! I have entered this way today because I have been given by you, and not killing you is already a reward for your kindness!

"Nonsense! I asked myself if I didn't treat you badly, but now it's so rampant, I will kill you, a traitor, and it can be regarded as clearing the door for Shushan!"

The disciples couldn't have imagined that this elder, who did nothing on weekdays, would take the lead for Shushan today.

It's a pity that before Elder Wuwei approached, a powerful aura shook him out.

The black qi turned into Song Qingshan's appearance again, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, "Tang Haoyun is worthy of being a genius in Shushan, today's battle is really worthy of his reputation!"

Tang Haoyun said, "It's not that you are inferior to me, someone has messed up your mind! I'm afraid that even if Han Yu is reincarnated, he may not be able to exert this hundred ghosts to such a realm!"

Send Qingshan to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Become a king and defeat a thief, come another day to learn Senior Brother Tang's tricks!"

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly he heard a broken drink, and a whisk of dust hit Song Qingshan's chest heavily.

Sending Qingshan was caught off guard, but the whole person took a step back, and then subconsciously slashed down with a palm.

Elder Wuwei, who made a move, intuitively felt that the whole person was enveloped by a powerful aura, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

After a while, the aura above his head gradually dispersed, and Song Qingshan in front of him once again turned into a black mist and dissipated.

(End of chapter)