Little by little, time passed. Many Liuyun Valley disciples slowly stopped from looking around at the beginning, and seeing that there was not much gain in this place, they were somewhat depressed at the moment.

In desperation, everyone had to walk back to the big tree where Meng Qiu was. I saw that Meng Qiu and Yun Wanzhou were silent, and suddenly a sharp-eyed person saw Yun Wanzhou holding something in his hand, and said in surprise: "Huh, Senior Brother Yun, what are you holding in your hand?"

Yun Wanzhou was originally looking at the tree-lined mountain that was partially exposed above the woods in the west, but when he heard this, his hand holding the Red Heart Arrow tightened slightly, and he didn't reply, but turned his gaze to Meng Qiu, who was also looking at the tree-lined mountain beside him.

Meng Qiu was unconscious, his face remained unchanged and he only said lightly: "It's just an arrow, I don't know who dropped it." ”

When the disciple heard this, he immediately lost interest, and just let out an "oh" and stood aside.

When Meng Qiu saw everyone coming back, he didn't ask them what they had discovered, but said, "You guys wait here for a while, and I'll go and see the mountain." ”

After that, he raised his hand and waved, and the light was sheng, and a sword-shaped magic weapon was sacrificed. When Meng Qiu's sleeve robe waved, the person had already floated into the air, and the immortal sword was steadily stopping at his feet.

Looking from the side, Meng Qiu's clothes were flying all over his body, elegant and extraordinary. There are several auspicious cloud halos around the fairy sword under his feet, and at a glance, he knows that it is not ordinary.

The other person was in mid-air, turned back to Yun Wanzhou and said, "Senior Brother Yun, there is a lot of work for you here." Remember not to act rashly. Yun Wanzhou smiled when he heard this, and said loudly: "Senior brother, don't worry. As he spoke, he shook his left hand holding the Red Heart Arrow slightly, and slowly carried it behind him.

Meng Qiu saw this subtle movement in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he nodded slightly, his arm waved, and the fairy sword under his feet roared softly, instantly carrying Meng Qiu to the sky.

"Tsk, Senior Brother Meng can perform any sword technique so chicly, isn't it that he is good at Taoism and diligent?" Yun Wanzhou coughed dryly and said, "Senior Brother Meng's cultivation is already profound, what you said is so unreasonable." Isn't it jealousy?"

The disciple suddenly sighed lightly: "Hey, who made me lazy all the time on weekdays, but I have always been very envious of Senior Brother Meng," he said with a somewhat inexplicable smile on his face. Yun Wanzhou knew that this junior brother had a lot of words, and if he continued to talk, he would probably have said something. So he glared at the disciple and stopped talking.

In the midst of the chuckle, Yun Wanzhou's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the junior brother surnamed Lin was silent in the crowd, as if he was thinking about something. He sighed inwardly, turned around, and looked at the corner of the tree-lined mountain above the trees once more.

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The night was dark, and there was not a trace of moonlight and starlight. In the sky, there were occasional flashes of light, but they also slowly disappeared into the wolf-like and unfathomable darkness.

Under the sky, it seems that only the boulevard with a faint green light is the only place of light.

Meng Qiu walked with his sword, and when he looked down, there was a faint commotion in several places in the woods that stretched for several miles. He only glanced at it, then looked away expressionlessly, and flew towards the Shade Mountain with all his heart and the fairy sword.

On weekdays, the people of Lin Yin Zhuang have to go around the mountain for several miles, but at this moment, Meng Qiu's sword is only a hundred zhang away. In just a few breaths, he flew over the boulevard.

Stopping, Meng Qiu looked around, only to see that there were also four or five monks within dozens of zhang around him, controlling the magic weapon from top to bottom. When Meng Qiu arrived, the rest of the people were all tense, staring at this newcomer, and at the same time urging the magic weapon under their feet to retreat, as if they were guarding against something.

Meng Qiu frowned, he understood in his heart, but he didn't say anything. I just sank my body a little bit and looked down closely.

Seeing that Meng Qiu had no malicious intent, the four or five monks all breathed a sigh of relief. However, it seemed that they had nothing to gain, and after waiting for a while to see that there was nothing abnormal, they took the magic weapon and left the sky above the Boulevard Mountain. Looking at the direction they left, it was the woods at the foot of the mountain.

Meng Qiu ignored what was happening around him, and only stared down. I saw that the entire tree-lined mountain was covered by a layer of cyan light curtain, and many places around it were illuminated by cyan light as if it were day, including part of the forest.

It's just that in his opinion, although the blue light illuminates the surroundings, it has no effect on the tree-lined mountains, and with his eyesight, the mountains and forests under the light curtain are completely unreal.

It was as if the light curtain was a dividing line, separating the two worlds. One is strange and profound, and the other is an undercurrent surging under the calm.

Meng Qiu was puzzled, but he didn't dare to move. Edgeworth spun up and flew around the entire tree-lined mountain shrouded in a curtain of light.

Then he slowly discovered that the terrain of the tree-shaded mountain was completely unusual, with steep mountain walls on the north, south and east sides, and only a faint dirt slope could be seen in the west. Speaking from the heart, in Meng Qiu's opinion, this mountain presented a kind of terrain similar to a ring, like a huge but incomplete circle array.

At that moment, a thought came to his mind: Could it be that the whole mountain is a magic circle?

Meng Qiu pondered, and the formations recorded in various books kept popping up in his mind. Then, as he had always been well-read, he found that he had never seen any formation that completely depended on the terrain. He couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking too much, maybe it was just the natural topography.

Just when Meng Qiu was in doubt, something seemed to flicker in the corner of his eye. His body shook, and then he turned the fairy sword, holding the sword trick in his hand and concentrating on guard.

All around, empty. Not to mention the imaginary people in the Demon Sect, and the things that Yu Guang saw a moment ago disappeared, as if they had never appeared. But Meng Qiu firmly believed that with his years of meditation in the mountains, he didn't dare to say that he would travel a thousand miles in a day, but there was no problem in ranking among the top three of the younger generation in Liuyun Valley, so it was definitely impossible for him to hallucinate.

So, he urged the fairy sword to move forward, stopping in mid-air and looking down. Under the light curtain, it was still dim, and it was impossible to see clearly, let alone anything else.

Meng Qiu pondered in his heart, and after a while, he seemed to have an idea in his heart. The figure quickly swept back, and a Qingyue sword roared, and the immortal sword under his feet suddenly turned into a thousand thousands. In the midst of the brilliance, Meng Qiu pinched the sword technique in his hand, holding the sword in his hand, a touch of silver light skyrocketed on his side, and several sword rays rose up and slashed towards the cyan light curtain.

There was no deafening sound, and the sword paused the moment it touched the light curtain, and then merged into the light curtain, and there was no movement in an instant, like a mud cow entering the sea.

Meng Qiu was taken aback, although the blow just now was a temptation, it was also the "Streamer Millennium" in the four-style sword technique of the main peak of Liuyun Valley, and he disappeared silently. Without allowing him to think about it too much, the light curtain that had just hit below suddenly concave downward, and a small whirlpool-like opening appeared, and a great attraction surged towards Meng Qiu.

Meng Qiu's face changed, and he immediately decided to hold the sword in front of him, and the fairy sword shook, and instantly conjured up three identical sword rays, which were separated from the fairy sword itself, protecting Meng Qiu in it. Meng Qiu snorted, his left hand pressed down, and the three sword rays trembled slightly, shooting straight towards the vortex mouth on the light curtain. And he himself took advantage of his strength and leaped upward.

The light curtain was still moving, and the whirlpool mouth was still slowly getting bigger, and it looked like it would never stop until someone was pulled in.

And it did it, Meng Qiuren was in the air, his body suddenly crooked, and he fell down uncontrollably. He only felt dizzy, and his chest seemed to be hit hard by something. Before he could realize what was going on, he had already slammed into the ground.

A muffled "bang" echoed in the quiet mountain forest, and there seemed to be a few commotions around, and it quietly lay dormant again.

Meng Qiu opened his eyes and suddenly felt that the world was spinning in his mind. He took a deep breath, silently carried the Pure Heart Mantra, and after feeling a little sober, he jumped up, and regardless of the surrounding situation, he inserted the fairy sword on the ground, and sat down cross-legged to exercise silently.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, a few glimmers appeared, flashing, and quietly embraced with Sensen's coldness.

Several translucent, hideous-looking demons slowly appeared, staring at Meng Qiu who was sitting on the ground, with an irrepressible bloodlust in their eyes. They floated silently, without a sound, excitedly looking at the flesh that was about to reach their mouths, and then raised their claws.

"Zheng!" The body of the fairy sword inserted in the ground shook, and let out a clear groan, like the sound of jade shattering, crisp and pleasant. Meng Qiu suddenly opened his eyes, got up in an instant, and the sword technique led the immortal sword to shoot towards the demon in front of him.

Seeing the sudden change, the demons who surrounded them immediately roared angrily and rushed forward desperately.

The sound of the claws and the fairy sword clashing was endless, Meng Qiu was on tiptoe, and the whole person flew straight forward, crashing into the oncoming demon. When the two touched, Meng Qiu's right hand clasped his ring finger and little finger, his mouth moved slightly, and then pointed his finger at the demonic eyebrows like a knife.

His eyes were cold, staring at the demon without any emotion, and he shouted "Duh!" A clear light instantly changed from small to large from his fingertips, and when he looked at it, it was actually a rotating Taiji diagram. The demon who pounced on him didn't notice it, and crashed into it, and the demon in the clear light showed a look of consternation, and moved his mouth and turned into flying ash without making any sound.

As soon as the rest of the demons saw it, they roared again and again, and a breathtaking evil aura came to their faces. Meng Qiu snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to hold the immortal sword that flew back upside down, pressed it to his waist, and flew up, the sword body glowed with silver light, like a blooming lotus flower, in the brilliant light, Meng Qiu slashed out six sword rays in a row, and they continued to be like streamers. This is the sword trick "Streamer Millennium" under his full urging, unlike before, there is no slightest concealment, all the demons that surround him are instantly shrouded in silver light, and the sword is slashed down.

After a moment, the dust in the field slowly dissipated, and Meng Qiu stood still with his sword in the rubble. There were several more glimmers of light in the distance, and he snorted coldly, ignored them, and turned his head to look behind him.

A few feet away, a young man in cloth was lying on his back on the ground, in a peaceful state, as if he was sleeping.