There is a large mass grave in the west of Yuanzhou City, where I don't know how many white bones are buried. In fact, there are not many who can leave a tombstone. And they are all deceased who have not cultivated much. Because even if a high-level monk dies, he will be taken back by his disciples or family to settle down. The crows hovered in the sky, and the bees and butterflies flew in the forest.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and the chaffins in the canopy flew as the dust was clear. After some chatter, the carriage stopped in front of a new grave.

"Brother Qi, you can drive the carriage back!"

Han Dao.

The coachman bowed to the new grave and then got into the carriage and whipped away, the woman in front of Han Xiaofeng trembled, and crawled on her knees in front of the new grave with a bloody human head in her hand, crying while saying:

"The owner, the owner! You ruthlessly rejected the slave family back then, are you so ruthless now? Open your mouth to say a word to Miss Han! I was really forced!"

"Uncle Zhou treats you two very well, I didn't expect you two wolf-hearted things to kill him. Do you think you have the face to live in this world?"

Han Xiaofeng's words penetrated people's hearts, and the woman kept patting the new soil on the grave with her hands while crying. I don't know if it's because my conscience finds it and I'm overly sad, or if I know that I have no hope of survival. The woman finally gritted her teeth and ran headlong into the stone tablet inscribed in new black lacquer. Immediately, blood and brains slowly trickled down the stele. It seems to be exuding both sorrow and atonement for sin.

Han Xiaofeng sighed deeply, dug a hole in front of Zhou Bo's grave with an expressionless face, and buried the old woman's body and Gou's head. Then he knelt before the grave and lost his voice in pain. After a while. Han Xiaofeng walked down the hill and came to Lin Baitong's weapons shop.

"Weishan sent Xu Fangliang and Hong Yishan to lead eight dragon carriages to set off for the Happy Palace this morning. It was not the Warcraft Island monk in the car, but the elite monk of the Weishan Sect to hide people's eyes. The real Warcraft Island monks were led by Shang Rong, the head of the Weishan faction, and the twelve Weishan soldiers escorted three large wooden boxes out of the city tonight. ”

After Han Xiaofeng got the news, she disguised herself as a middle-aged Taoist aunt and came to the Liyu Pass outside the city, which was the first fork in the road to the Happy Palace in the west.

At night, the silence around is terrible. Han Xiaofeng dressed up as a middle-aged Taoist aunt and hid among the mountains and trees like a raccoon cat. After some time, a group of monks came from a distance with three large boxes, and then stopped at a wide place at the fork in the road...... One of the monks said:

"Let's rest for the night, and tomorrow morning we will enter the mountain from the left road. ”

"Master, are we going to sleep here?"

"Not bad. Let's get ready!"

"Obedience"

Then the tent was set up in a trembling voice, and half an hour later, the tent had been erected. The four disciples of the Weishan Sect at the end of the Yudan period were guarding the three dragon carriages carrying large wooden boxes, and Han Xiaofeng had to wait quietly for the opportunity.

In the early stage of his own cultivation, how can he rescue the purple-haired witch among many masters? Creating chaos doesn't seem to work. Secretly open the wooden box. It can't be done. Or don't notify Du Kun of them. Once I went back and went, I couldn't catch up. What can I do?

Han Xiaofeng pondered for a long time, and suddenly remembered an object. The Magic Flute. This is the purple-haired witch Wu Yuting's own thing, and the reason why she was able to escape the witch's control at that time was because she stole the witch's magic flute when she was crazy when she was practicing. Aren't these people going to the Palace of Joy to listen to the music? Although the magic sound can't kill them, it should be no problem to scare them!

For music rhythm, Xiaofeng has learned since childhood. For the magic flute, she has also seen the power. But. Can his own cultivation drive the magic flute? finally mustered up the courage to blow the song that Wu Yuting often played with tears after he went crazy, and that was also when Wu Yuting's mood was the calmest.

"Woo...... Woowoowoo......"

Sometimes melodious, sometimes rapid, the sound of the flute suddenly sounded in the night. A group of people immediately woke up from their sleep, and what made them even more shocked was the sudden emergence of colorful smoke around them, and as the smoke dispersed, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

"Mom, Mom, I'm sorry for you!"

When a monk saw his mother dead in front of his eyes, he wept and rushed to his enemies.

"Hehehehe! Xiaohui, Xiaolan, you are rich now! Both of you are going to accompany me tonight. ”

One of the disciples of the Weishan Sect suddenly hugged the two senior brothers who were laughing and kissing, completely immersed in their own illusions, and several of them immediately propped up their defensive light shields to resist.

Han Xiaofeng's mind flashed the figure of the senior brother of the Du family on Warcraft Island, and was finally pierced by a shot from the pillar.

"Sister, the pillar will always protect you. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Feng's mouth, and the flute sound suddenly stopped at this time. Thirty zhang away, the head of the Weishan Sect immediately said:

"It's a Huanhuan girl on the mountain, Dong Pengcheng, the head of the Xiaweishan faction. ”

Han Dao:

"Leave three boxes, get out of here. ”

"Seniors, please be aware that these gifts are meant to be sent to the Happy Palace. The younger generation will do their best to send it over. ”

"Roll ......"

The sound was not loud, but it resounded throughout the mountains and forests. Immediately, the flute sounded again. The people of the Weishan faction panicked and hurriedly fought against it, and the head Dong Pengcheng was also panicked and helpless. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately instructed the surrounding disciples:

"Go, get out. ”

As the remaining seven or eight figures hurriedly disappeared, the flute sound also quickly stopped. Han Xiaofeng's whole body was hot, his consciousness began to blur, he couldn't drive this magic flute for a long time with his own cultivation, but he only had the opportunity to spend dozens of breaths, if the head of the Weishan Sect came to his senses and returned with doubts, not only would he not be able to save the witch, but even he would be in deep danger.

Han Xiaofeng, who staggered out and looked like a middle-aged Taoist aunt, came to the largest tent next to the fork in the road, tore open the tent hard, and three large wooden boxes appeared. She raised her sword to slash the lock, but only sporadic sparks splashed. And the dantian heat was running wildly, and he almost lost his strength. In the gap of the wooden box, there was an iron cage locked with iron tendons. Fuck the Mighty Mountains. Break open the wooden box. Through the confused and powerless eyes in the iron cage. Han Xiaofeng has seen them one by one, these people are all suffering with them in the sea, and they all know each other. But now they are like weary beasts to be slaughtered.

In front of the second big wooden box, Han Xiaofeng finally saw purple hair. At this time, Wu Yuting's pale and weak face raised, and a pair of eyes gradually became clear. After seeing Han Xiaofeng, Wu Yuting let out a faint smile.

"Let's go, you've been immersed in the dantian by the magic sound, and you can't break the iron shackles of this dark iron refining. ”

"Although you hate my master and second uncle, you are far away from your hometown. I can't let these compatriots become the furnace of Zhongzhou people. ”

"Hehehehehe! Self-righteousness, get out, I don't need you to save me. ......”

Han Xiaofeng raised his sword again to slash the lock. After a few consecutive strokes, the spiritual power was exhausted, and phantoms appeared in front of him. Suddenly, the tall figure of the pillar appeared in front of him again.

"Pillars. Why don't you listen to your sister? ”

"Sister. The pillar has said that it will protect you forever. ”

"Open them, let them out. ”

"Good!"

Han Xiaofeng crawled on the edge of the car in a daze, walked to the pillar in front of the iron cage, grabbed the iron band with both hands and pulled it to both sides.

"Fool, is this okay?"

"Hmm...... Ha ......"

The black iron tendons were really bent, and the pillars were dragged out of it one after another with one hand. Eight people came out in a row. The pillar pulled the other two cages apart. Although these Monster Island monks were confused, they could barely see their surroundings clearly.

"You guys run for your lives! Xiaofeng no longer has the ability to escort you to safety. ”

"Seniors. Everyone says you're a witch, but you're the protector of our Warcraft Island people in Zhongzhou. Please bow down to us. ”

"Less trembling. Get out of here. ”

"Hee-hee, you can't go!"

"Who'......"

The sound was far away, but it gave people endless pressure, and the people around him were unable to move, but the pillar moved, and the movement was very fast, I saw him holding Han Xiaofeng under his arm with one hand and running away, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Wu Yuting furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a slight smile.

After counting the breaths, a woman appeared in front of everyone. A voice as clear as a bell said:

"I was attracted by the euphemistic flute just now, so I came over to see what happened. You are the heads sent by Weishan! It seems that they did not lie to me, these twenty or so are really good. ”

"They are all poor people far from their hometowns, you let them go, I will go with you. ”

"When it came to Sister Huanhuan's hand, she never let go. Let's go, follow my sister. ”

It's really charming and invincible in the world, and everyone walks over in unison. Wu Yuting's cultivation at the end of the Yuan Dynasty was an exception. Floating alone, five white lights flashed in the air, but the figure of the woman called Huanhuan suddenly disappeared, and when it appeared again, it was a hand that hugged Wu Yuting who was crumbling.

"The purple-haired witch, who has challenged Wanxing in Jiangzhou, is really cute, I like it. ”

"Stop......"

With a loud voice, several figures quickly skimmed in from a distance.

"Hmph, it was you who pretended to be the Happy Palace just now! I was almost deceived by you, the demon woman. Dare to beat my idea of Weishan faction Dong Pengcheng and look for death. ”

The head of the Weishan faction really woke up quickly, and immediately felt that something was wrong and returned to check, but he didn't expect the three wooden boxes to be opened. While Dong Pengcheng, who was in a hurry, spoke, the spirit sword in his hand swirled, and a sword qi rushed straight over. Huanhuan didn't respond, but he shot instantly, and a palm print hit him in the air. Dong Pengcheng screamed in mid-air, and his entire figure flew dozens of feet away.

Dong Pengcheng got up with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice:

"You, Yukun Zhang, Li Huanhuan, are really seniors. ”

"Useless dogs, if it weren't for the fact that you sent these heads to the Happy Palace, I would have destroyed you all. Roll ......"

"Yes, Peng Cheng is willing to serve his predecessors and send these heads to the Happy Palace safely. ”

"No need to ......"

Dong Pengcheng was stunned for a moment, it couldn't be another fake! But this time his life was equally important, and he really didn't dare to stay. I really ran away with a few disciples.

Li Huanhuan raised his hand, and a huge sedan chair appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go, go and sit in my Happy Palace, it's definitely a place where you can be happy. ”

Li Huanhuan helped Wu Yuting onto the sedan chair, and the other twenty-four Warcraft Island monks also walked in one by one.

Walking into the sedan chair, the inside is as spacious and bright as the living room. Immediately, the sedan chair flew up silently, and disappeared into the night of this hill in the blink of an eye. (To be continued......) u