The night in the Death Swamp seems to be shrouded in black clouds, perhaps due to the mist rising from this huge swamp every night.

The night sky was gray and cloudy, not to mention the moon, not even half a star could be seen.

Near the bottomless pit, where the young disciples of the righteous path slept overnight, except for a few remnants of the ashes of the bonfire that were struggling and burning, everything was quiet, and there was not a sound at all.

Faintly looking in the darkness, those righteous path disciples curled up in their clothes and quilts, covering their whole bodies tightly, after all, the young people did not practice enough, and they could not withstand the bone-chilling night cold in this dead water.

The disciples of the Immortal Hall silently surrounded this group of people from all directions, and in the dark, quietly waiting for Yu Yangzi's order.

Yu Yangzi stretched out his hand with a gloomy face, but Meng Ji, who was standing beside him, suddenly called out in a low voice: "Door master." ”

Yu Yangzi's hand paused, slightly dissatisfied, but after all, Meng Ji's status in his heart was not low, so he still patiently asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Ji seemed to feel Yuyangzi's dissatisfaction, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said, "Sect Master, look at these righteous people, why don't they even have a night vigil?"

Yuyangzi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "These yellow-haired boys, they are arrogant, these days I have even used methods to underestimate the enemy, they have long thought that we are vulnerable, and they don't take us seriously at all, and it is not surprising that there is no vigil!"

Meng Ji's face moved, and he finally fell silent.

Yu Yangzi didn't pay attention to him anymore, turned his right hand, and saw a strange mirror with black and white sides appear in his hand, and then flew into the air, revealing a gray light in the night.

When the people of the Immortal Hall who were ready to go saw the door master's signal, their eyes showed a cold light, and when the night was dark, everyone flocked up, with boundless killing intent!

Once you enter the Demon Gate, it will be difficult to turn back, if you don't take this opportunity to destroy the rookie disciples of the righteous path, and stay until a few years later, Qingyun recovers his vitality, and the power of Tianyin Temple's Incense Valley has increased greatly, how can they have a way to live?

Yu Yangzi looked at the triangular camp in the distance, and the killing intent in his eyes surged with a hint of expectation.

In the battle of Tongtian Peak, the Demon Sect and Qingyun were both defeated, especially the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were the most seriously damaged, the Immortal Hall, which was not conspicuous among the four major gates, became the pillar of the Demon Sect today, if this battle can kill Qingyun's new talent, then Qingyun will have no chance to turn over in decades!

As for Tianyin Temple and Incense Valley...... Yu Yangzi snorted coldly, holding the magic mirror in his hand and swaggering towards the three sect stations.

......

"Senior Sister Lu, have you rested?" A dark shadow flickered outside the dim camp tent, and in the gloomy night, Zeng Shushu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he kept rubbing his swollen eyebrows.

After a while, he saw the curtain open, and taking advantage of the deep Tianya sword light, Lu Xueqi saw the figure in front of him clearly, "Senior Brother Zeng, what's wrong?" put away the sword body, and darkness returned to the surroundings.

The death swamp at night was particularly dull, Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, and looked at Zeng Shushu suspiciously, for some reason Zeng Shushu's tone was a little pale, and he gasped softly as if he had a nightmare.

"Senior Sister Lu, I suddenly have a sense of foreboding. Zeng Shushu said as he looked at the gate not far away, the dim fire was full of shadows, but no one was in sight. "Maybe something bad will happen, you wake up a few sisters first, and everyone will keep vigil in the main tent. Zeng Shushu said in a low voice, if he could, he would not want to offend people like this, without Xiao Yicai's prestige, without Qi Hao's strength, everyone is friendly and obedient on weekdays, but in fact, there are a few people who sincerely obey him.

Lu Xueqi glanced at him deeply, and a smile appeared on her cold face, very light, but gentle and warm.

"I see. ”

Zeng Shushu looked at Lu Xueqi, who was returning to the account, nodded gratefully, and muttered. "Thank you. ”

A moment later, more than a dozen Qingyun disciples gathered in the main tent, the thick curtain stopped the bone-chilling wind, and also blocked the already dark night, the main tent was pitch black, only a few different colors of magic weapons were shining.

"Isn't it the turn of Incense Valley today?" asked a thin-faced young man in the back seat of the crowd, yawning and whispering.

The small sound was clearly audible in the dead silence of the main tent, and everyone's eyes looked at Zeng Shushu in unison, although he didn't say it on the surface, but he was woken up when he slept until he was asleep, and his mood was uncomfortable after all.

Zeng Shushu's expression was solemn, his eyes shrunk, and with the help of the light of the magic weapon, he saw the same door as he spoke, and his indifferent gaze stared straight at the other party to avoid his gaze, before sweeping around.

"There is no big mistake in being careful, although there is a vigil of the senior brother of the Incense Valley tonight, we must not take it lightly. Zeng Shushu frowned and said, "Prepare the magic weapon, breathe and concentrate." ”

"Yes! Senior Brother Zeng!" Lu Xueqi and the senior sister Wen Min beside her glanced at each other, and responded in unison with the senior sisters beside her.

Dead silence was restored all around, and only the sound of quiet and distant breathing came and went in the Qingyun main tent.

...

"Slow!" The disciples of the Immortal Hall who had reached the outside of the righteous path camp noticed the strangeness of the Qingyun Gate, Meng Ji stretched out his hand, and everyone stopped.

A pale and elegant white figure appeared beside him, and Yu Yangzi said with a gloomy face, "Why did you stop?!"

Meng Ji frowned and said, "Things have changed, tonight was supposed to be a vigil in the Incense Valley, but for some reason, the Qingyun disciples gathered in the main tent, as if they were aware of our night attack." ”

Yuyangzi's eyes closed slightly, then opened them, and stood up with a disdainful face, "Don't worry about him!" Taking a step forward, Yu Yangzi stared at Meng Ji's eyes tightly, and said seriously, "The arrow is ready to be sent, do you know?!"

Meng Ji only felt a chill on his back, cold sweat broke out, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Yes, door master." ”

Everyone marched again, but Yuyangzi didn't follow.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the air seemed to be moist with the heavy rain just now, and the darkness filled the surroundings, but only his figure was still standing there, unruly and conspicuous.

The Demon Sect Immortal Hall rose eight hundred years ago, and it was passed on to Yuyangzi's generation, which is already the seventh generation, and has a long history, but no one knows better than Yuyangzi himself that behind this infinite scenery, the crisis faced by the Immortal Hall.

There is no successor!

In the battle of Tongtian Peak a year ago, he had painstakingly cultivated dozens of elites in the past hundred years, and he wanted to take this opportunity to regain the Demon Sect, but he encountered an even stronger Ghost King.

In a few years, in just a few years, the Ghost King Sect has almost gathered all the forces of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and dozens of elite disciples under him have also been shrouded in the aura of 'Ten Thousand Wants'.

When he thought that he was hopeless in his life, he saw hope again in the defeat of the Ghost King Sect in Qingyunmen.

There are two requirements for the Demon Sect, one is the force, the Hehuan Sect is weak, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect is hidden, and the Ghost King Sect is scattered. His Immortal Hall is enough to become the head of the Demon Cult's forces.

The second is prestige! If he sweeps away the new disciples of the righteous path, he will be able to gain enough prestige.

It's not that there is no way to retreat, but that you don't want to retreat!