Aoba Daoist walked towards the white lotus, and was about to cast a spell when he raised his hand, only to see a thunderbolt appear in the sky above and fall towards him.

The incident happened suddenly, in a hurry, his expression changed slightly, he dodged, stumbled against a giant tree, his body was a little embarrassed, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have capsized in this gutter.

The White Lotus Daoist turned pale, covered his chest, and saw Wang Qiu running out. Suddenly I was out of breath.

"Stinky boy, usually quite clever, now why is he as stupid as a pig. Lao Tzu told you to run, but you didn't run...... Instead, he came back and caused trouble for Lao Tzu!"

Wang Qiu glanced at the master and muttered to himself, if it weren't for the master's move, your old man might have gone to the master's ancestor.

Aoba Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Wang Qiu. Take a deep breath: "Hit the old one, and the small one poured out!"

The White Lotus Daoist gritted his teeth, hated Wang Qiu, and scolded: "You kid hurry up and roll for Lao Tzu, how far and as far as you want, if you stay here any longer, Lao Tzu will throw you off this cliff first......"

Wang Qiuniu's eyes widened, and he roared angrily: "Old man, I'm here to save you, you still don't know what to do!"

Aoba smiled slightly, looked at the master and apprentice, and said quietly: "Don't worry, you two don't want to run away today!"

The White Lotus Daoist's eyes widened, and he suddenly got up and kicked at Wang Qiu's buttocks. Wang Qiu groaned, and was kicked into the stone crack again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the White Lotus Daoist slap his palm on the rock wall, and the gravel burst out, and the stone crack was blocked with a boom.

Wang Qiu rolled into the cave with a grunt, only to hear a faint voice from outside: "Stinky boy, ask for more blessings!"

Wang Qiu was stunned for a moment, only to hear the sound of the fierce fight between the master and the Qingye Daoist outside, out of his mind, and finally heard a terrible cry from the White Lotus Daoist, as if it came from under the abyss.

Wang Qiu's spirit trembled, he hurriedly got up, and hurriedly ran towards the back of the cave.

The front was pitch black, and Wang Qiuling saw through the shell, and could see that there was a crack in the ground inside the mountain in front of him. His feet moved, and some stones were kicked down by him, and the stones were in the Sect of Cracks, and the sound disappeared for a long time.

Looking behind me, I heard what appeared to be the sound of someone lifting rubble outside.

Wang Qiu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and touched down the crack in the stone.

Fortunately, Wang Qiu had some cultivation, and he kept sliding down the crack rock wall of the mountain, and he did not fall.

The cracks in this mountain are really deep, and Wang Qiu climbed down for a long time, but he still couldn't see the bottom.

After the Aoba Taoist entered the stone cave, he looked carefully and wandered in the cave for a long time, and then he found the mountain crack behind the stone cave.

He broke through the shell, investigated, and finally frowned. Then he turned around and walked out of the stone cave and flew down the mountain.

"Grandma's, what the hell is this place!"

Wang Qiu was clutching the hanging wall with his arms at the moment, and it was dark all around, and he couldn't see his five fingers. He kicked hard under his feet, and pieces of gravel rolled down the cracks, still clattering for a long time before there was no sound. His heart pounded.

"How deep is this!"

Wang Qiu howled in his heart, thinking that this time he was going to be buried in the ground.

At this moment, the mountain suddenly shook violently, and I vaguely felt a dull sound wave penetrating along the mountain. Wang Qiu's expression changed drastically, and the mountain shook even more violently, as if the cracks were about to be squeezed and merged.

Yes!

Suddenly, the rock wall in Wang Qiu's hand cracked open, and Wang Qiu's body fell towards the crack.

......

And at this moment in the Purple Thunder Gorge, strange sound waves spread out from the depths of the mist.

At the same time, there is a thumping sound!

With each impact, the heart throbbed.

"What's going on?"

The proprietress and her aunt, who were cautiously approaching the depths of the Purple Thunder Gorge, suddenly stopped and looked up.

"What happened?"

The proprietress narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking.

"Miss, isn't Lingbao Cave Heaven born?"

Magu walked up to the proprietress and said in a low voice.

"Well, it's impossible, there are still two days left before the Lingbao Cave Heaven is born, besides, how can there be such a sound in the Lingbao Cave Heaven?"

The proprietress shook her head and said in a deep voice: "This sound wave is mixed with a strong aura of spiritual power. It must have been sent by some powerful monk!"

"Could it be that some people have already arrived in advance in the depths of the Purple Thunder Gorge, and what else has happened?"

The proprietress nodded: "It should be someone who is one step ahead of us into the depths of the Purple Thunder Gorge, and the cultivation is extremely high!"

......

In the middle of the mist of Purple Thunder Gorge, a blood-red mist filled the air.

However, there is an area in the middle where the grass is lush and the flowers are blooming. It seems that an area has been carved out from this center, and the blood-red mist seems to be blocked by this area, and the surrounding sky is clean, and the sunlight in the sky is naturally scattered. It's like a dream.

A man in a white shirt with a face like warm jade and eyes like stars lay quietly in the bustling green grass.

A jasper sword stuck in the dirt beside the man.

"Oh my God......! This ......"

At this moment, several figures actually walked out of the blood-red mist. When they saw this scene, several people froze in place.

"Senior Brother Minghua, look, Xuanji Sword!" one of the middle-aged men widened his eyes and roared excitedly.

The man at the head was an old man with gray hair, dressed in a pale inky green shirt and carrying a flying sword with a haunting aura behind his back.

He looked in the direction he was pointing, and his gaze fell on the ancient jasper sword, which was inscribed with strange inscriptions all over it. However, the sword qi converged.

The old man's cloudy old eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and his body trembled, and his eyes turned red: "After so many years, we have finally found the place where Xuanji Daozun fell!"

"Xuanji Sect disciple to meet Dao Zun!"

The old man knelt down abruptly and knocked his head three times. The three people who followed him knelt down at the same time.

"Senior brother, as long as we take back the Xuanji Sutra and the Xuanji Sword, we will reorganize the sect!"

The middle-aged man next to him was so excited that he was even short of breath.

The old man slowly stood up and saluted at the white-shirted man who was lying quietly: "Daozun, forgive the disciple for offending ......."

With a movement of his footsteps, the old man slowly walked towards the bustling area of green grass in the middle.

However, he had only been a few steps closer, but he was violently ejected by a light mask. Fell far away.

"What's going on?"

The faces of several people changed, and they stared at it, but they found that there was a mana barrier in the middle area, and the light mask made a sizzling sound, thunder and lightning were dense, and electric snakes swallowed.

"Senior brother, it seems that someone has arranged a spell enchantment here!"