Under a variety of concerns, Xu Mu insisted on not falling down immediately, tremblingly stretched out his arm and took out the Bailing Pill from the storage bag.

The faint fragrance of the elixir smelled in his nose, and finally made him feel a little shocked.

Then without hesitation, he picked up the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

After taking two pills in a row, Xu Mu's injuries were controlled.

Of course, compared to Xu Mu's spiritual healing technique, the effect of the pill was not so fast, and his terrifying injuries wanted to be healed in a short time.

You still have to rely on spiritual healing.

"I had to find a hidden place to heal. ”

Under the Bailing Pill, the pain in Xu Mu's body was relieved for a moment.

Gritting his teeth, Xu Mu trembled and got up again from under the ancient tree against his back, dragging heavy steps, and walked into the depths of the demon domain one shallow and one deep.

At this moment, when the sun was setting, the remnant sun sprinkled on Xu Mu's bloodstained clothes through the dense gaps in the leaves, which looked very miserable.

If he can't find a safe place within an hour, then he will be greeted by the terrifying night of the Demon Domain.

Because monsters forage at night.

It would be a bloody feast.

His gaze moved over the inner gate of the Guiyuan Sect, which was tens of thousands of miles away.

On the top of the mountain where the Changming Dao people are located.

A dazzling trace of blood slowly flowed down the corner of Changming's mouth.

If there were other Dharma Body Realms of the sect here, they would definitely be shocked and inexplicable, because the Changming Dao people had not been injured for a long time.

The Dharma Body Realm cultivators in the Guiyuan Sect had almost forgotten how injured he was.

But Changming himself ignored his injuries indifferently, and gently brushed away the wisps of blood with his cuffs without care.

A pair of eyes with contemplation in them.

After a long time, the figure of Changming Daoist flickered and disappeared from the top of the mountain.

The main peak of the inner gate, Guiyuan Pavilion.

Han Zong was holding two pieces of tortoise shell, divining something cautiously.

The figure of Changming Dao people, but at this time, walked into the Guiyuan Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Changming, what's the matter?" Playing with the tortoise shell in his hand that he didn't know what turtle demon beast he had obtained from, Han Zong raised his eyebrows.

"On the Sha family's side, something happened. The cautious voice echoed in the Guiyuan Pavilion, and a rare worry appeared on Changming's face.

Hearing Changming's opening, Han Zong's mind flashed first with the names of Xu Mu, Li, and Duanmu Rong, who were the best seed-level disciples of the Guiyuan Sect.

The elegant face hurriedly faced Changming, and Han Zong's expression finally fluctuated a little.

"Didn't Senior Sister Yan go with the three of them?"

"I have been to the Soul Returning Building just now, and Senior Sister Yan's destiny ...... It's cracked!" Changming Daoren's voice was still not slow or urgent, but if you listened carefully, you would hear the vague sadness in his tone.

"Bang!" The two tortoise shells instantly turned into powdered powder in Han Zong's palm.

The face of the master, who is known as the god operator, is now shocked and angry.

The personable temperament is gone.

"Boom!" Then the crazy killing machine took the Guiyuan Pavilion as the center, enveloping this inner door.

All the Law Body Realm powerhouses who were still staying in the inner gate clearly felt Han Zong's mad anger that was close to erupting at this moment, like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

With just a slight stimulus from the outside world, he would tilt out his endless anger.

As for the inner disciples, their faces were pale one by one, looking at the direction of Guiyuan Pavilion, no one dared to speak, as if they were walking on thin ice.

There was a dead silence throughout the inner door.

In the evening of the same day, the Guiyuan Sect dispatched nine Dharma Body Realm cultivators, and most of the inner disciples.

The inner disciples had only one task, and that was to find the traces of Xu Mu, Li, and Duanmu Rong and immediately contact the Dharma Body Realm monks who were traveling with them.

And the task of the Dharma Body Realm powerhouse is to kill any monk who hinders them in their search for someone, no matter who they are or what kind of background they have.

In the simple order, there is Han Zong's iron-blooded killing machine.

For a while, the whole Guiyuan Sect knew about the Sha family incident.

During the secret mission, Xu Mu and Duanmu Rong, led by Senior Brother Li, were attacked and killed by unknown Dharma Body Realm monks in Huzhou.

As for the shattering of Duanmu Rong's fate, it was concealed by Han Zong.

Each of the five powerhouses of the Guiyuan Sect is the mainstay of the Guiyuan Sect, and the existence of the five powerhouses is the foundation of the Guiyuan Sect's foothold in the Eastern Realm.

The death of any strong man will inevitably trigger a strong reaction from both the inside and outside world, and there are too many things involved.

Han Zong had to hide it.

With the departure of the nine Dharma Body Realm cultivators and most of the inner sect disciples, the inner gate of the Guiyuan Sect became a lot empty.

Sunset.

Under the twelve peaks of the inner gate, at the foot of the seventh peak, the beautiful figure of Rosewood greeted the fiery red sun, standing facing his master and the blue pupil Taoist.

A pair of beautiful eyes greeted the sunset, stubbornly staring at his master.

"Do you have to go?" Mozi looked at the proud disciple in front of him, with a bit of scholarly temperament on his face with helplessness.

"The disciple has to go. Nodding stubbornly, the communication between Zi Sandalwood and his master was always so concise and clear.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache, thinking about what kind of character he was in the Mozi period, and the existence of the same combat power as the head Han Zong.

Who in the Eastern Realm didn't know his name as a Blue Pupil Daoist, and now in the face of his disciples, he was a little helpless.

In the end, the Mozi period still couldn't beat the red sandalwood.

Reluctantly, he put his arm into the storage bag and threw a walnut-sized purple round bead at the red sandalwood.

"Bring the Thunder Bead with you, it can save your life at a critical moment. ”

"Thank you, Master!" took the purple thunder bead, and a very rare smile appeared on Zi Sandalwood's cold face.

"Let's go, before I change my mind. He waved his hand impatiently, and after Mozi finished speaking, he directly closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

"Master, wait for me to come back!"

Before the aftersound dissipated, the red sandalwood had already brought a burst of fragrant wind, turned into a thunderbolt, and disappeared into the seventh peak in a few flickerings.

"Well...... How should I explain Zi Sandalwood's departure to Senior Brother in charge!" The eyes that had just closed opened again, and Mo Ziqi put his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of the Guiyuan Pavilion of the main peak, with a sad expression.

"Senior brother in charge has given me a strict order, Zi Sandalwood can't let her out of the inner door if she is less than half a step, this is troublesome. ”

"If I tell the senior brother in charge in a few days, he is angry today, so I won't look for it......"

The voice of self-talk was controlled by Mozi to the extent that only he could hear.

There was no hiding of his melancholy in his tone.

It seems that the red sandalwood was let go, but the Mozi period risked being punished.

After all, Duanmu Rong is a Xuan-level spiritual root, and as one of the only two Xuanling Roots in the Guiyuan Sect, Xu Mu is already in danger.

If something happens to Duanmu Rong again, Han Zong will really go crazy.