At the top of the tree-lined mountain, a clear light flew and swirled, like ripples of heavy water waves. "Ding!" The crisp sound echoed, and a lotus-shaped clear qi slowly rose, and when Kankan broke through the light curtain, the lotus petals opened and closed several times one after another.

In the long whistle, the lotus flower suddenly rose into the sky, and the petals fell off from the rhizome, and the flowers fell like rain in an instant. Between the rain of flowers and flowers, countless sword lights appeared.

Each petal turned into a sword shadow, shooting out downward.

Zhu Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at the rushing sword shadow with a hint of contempt, raised his hand and grabbed it back, and dozens of demons were captured in the air. It roared, ignoring the screams of the demons, and threw them upwards. As it let go, a red glow flashed in its eyes, and the cries of these demons stopped abruptly and flew upwards uncontrollably.

The sword shadows were as white as jade, and they were like a great spring pouring down, drowning the figures of those demon spirits in an instant.

The air seemed to freeze, and in the deafness of the whole ear, Zhu Yan smiled and watched as a spirit passed through the heavy sword shadows and slammed into the Qingguang Lotus.

The lotus flower twisted slightly, and then exploded with the spirit, dissipating away.

A foul air spread.

That's resentment.

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When this thunderous sound sounded, the disciples of Liuyun Valley in the woods raised their heads one after another. A sharp-eyed disciple was stunned and said, "That... That's the Sanqing Lotus Sword Technique?"

As soon as he spoke, Yun Wanzhou's face changed several times, and he shouted: "Senior Brother Meng has an accident, go!" Before the words fell, he had already sacrificed the magic weapon, and in the shock, he turned into a streamer and rose to the sky.

In the loud sound of "boom", the people of Lin Yin Zhuang watched in amazement as a figure fell from the sky. When he was about to hit the ground, Meng Qiu bit the tip of his tongue and tried his best to turn around in the air. With his hand slapping the magic weapon hard, the fairy sword stabbed straight into the ground in front of him, and at the same time threw the young man behind him in the direction of the fairy sword, but he fell the ground and rolled for several feet before stopping.

The dust was flying, Meng Qiu coughed a few times, and slowly stood up, before the qi and blood in his chest had calmed down, he heard someone in front of him say in surprise: "Isn't this Cheng Lao's grandson?"

There was a sound of breaking the sky in the sky, and Meng Qiu looked up while coughing, and a group of Liuyun Valley disciples galloped over with magic weapons. Yun Wanzhou landed first, grabbed the magic weapon casually and hurriedly ran over, grabbed Meng Qiu and said repeatedly: "Senior brother, what's the matter, where are you hurt?" As he spoke, he reached into his arms with his other hand and took out a small white jade bottle, which was quickly sent to Meng Qiu's mouth, and he poured it down regardless of the amount of pill.

Meng Qiu took three pills in his mouth, and seeing that Yun Wanzhou was still desperately pouring them into his mouth, he quickly turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Ahem, Senior Brother Yun's pills are not so wasteful..."

Yun Wanzhou was stunned for a moment, then then woke up and took back the jade bottle, turned around and walked behind Meng Qiu, raised his hand against his heart and instilled true qi without hesitation.

The rest of the disciples came one after another at this time, and when they saw that Meng Qiu's body was covered with dust and his face was gray, they suddenly expressed their anxiety. However, they are from famous families, and they naturally have knowledge, and they know that they can't disturb the two of them at this moment. So they were silent.

The people of the Shade Village, which had already dispersed, quietly gathered together at this moment, and many of them looked at the disciples with suspicious faces. However, more people were staring at the young man Meng Qiu tried his best to support—Cheng Linyuan.

Cheng Linyuan was still asleep at this time with his back to the magic weapon. Under the light of the magic weapon, his face was slightly soft, and at the same time, there was a look that was not very noticeable, as if he was sad.

While everyone was waiting quietly, Yun Wanzhou withdrew his palm and exhaled turbid air, and nodded slightly to the rest of the disciples, signaling that Meng Qiu was okay.

"Whew," everyone let go of their hanging hearts and let out a sigh of relief.

After a while, Meng Qiu recited a low sentence in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes. What catches your eye is a familiar young face. He smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, junior brothers." ”

Someone hurriedly said: "Senior brother is fine, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Meng Qiu nodded, looked away at the people in Lin Yin Village, and saw that they were all looking at each other, and before he could speak, he saw an old man running out of it, and knelt down with a plop and said in a loud voice: "This immortal, have you seen my son, who is the one who went up the mountain with Cheng Linyuan!"

The crowd, including Meng Qiu, was taken aback, and was about to help the old man up when they saw several old and young people running out of the crowd, and they were kneeling down again. Yun Wanzhou glanced at Meng Qiu, and saw that he was also puzzled, so he hurriedly beckoned to the same door to stop a few people who were running, and he stepped forward to grab the kneeling old man and said, "The old man has something to say, why bother?"

Meng Qiu turned his head to look at the young man who was leaning on his immortal sword, frowned, and stepped forward and said, "Old man, is Cheng Linyuan that you said that child?"

The old man nodded again and again, and said intermittently: "That's right, that's right, it's him, immortal, have you seen anyone with him?"

Meng Qiu shook his head and said, "No, I only saw him alone in the mountains, and nothing else...... Others. ”

The few people who were stopped, along with the old man, were hit hard at the same time, their faces were snow-white, and the old man muttered: "No... Someone else..."As he spoke, he turned around, looking dazed, and muttered as he walked, "No... No more...."

A complicated expression flashed on Meng Qiu's face, but he couldn't care about anyone else at the moment, he just wanted to inquire about this young man's background, so he quickly walked to the rest of the people and asked, "May I ask which of you can tell me what happened to that young man named Cheng Linyuan, and why is he in that mountain?"

When Meng Qiu stepped forward, the few people standing at the front all took a few steps back at the same time, as if they were a little afraid of these outsiders. When they heard Meng Qiu ask, they all looked at each other and stopped talking.

After hesitating for a moment, one of them finally said cautiously, "You weren't in the same group as those people just now, right?"

Meng Qiu stared at the man tightly, and the man hurriedly said: "That kid is called Cheng Linyuan, that's right, he went up the mountain with a few hunters in our village to collect medicine, he should have been trapped in the mountain during the day, who knows what this ghost light is, oh yes, there are many people who were trapped in the mountain and didn't come out, just now the old man's son was one of the people who went up the mountain with Cheng Linyuan." As he spoke, he glanced at the old man's back with a little sympathy.

Meng Qiu was puzzled: "Is there any other relatives in this young man's family?"

The man smiled bitterly, "This... Well, I don't think you look like any wicked people, and it's okay to tell you. The child's life was miserable, and not long after he was born, his parents died in an accident, leaving a grandfather to rely on him. This child is sensible, as if he went up to the mountain to collect medicine when he was twelve or thirteen years old, and shared it for his grandfather. It turned out that this was a good thing, I don't know what happened in this mountain, but many people came, one of them took his grandfather away, and now he is the only one left. ”

Meng Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Who came to arrest his grandfather?"

The man looked angry and stomped his foot fiercely: "Who knows who it is, insisting that his grandfather lead the way into the mountain." Oh yes, that leading bastard killed one of our folks!" He gritted his teeth as he spoke, not noticing that someone behind him had poked him lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly remembered something again, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, his subordinates seem to be calling him some kind of commander." Yes, Commander!"

Before the words fell, a strong wind burst out. In the corner of a courtyard not far away, a knife light struck, and flew mercilessly towards the people of Linyinzhuang.

In addition to being shocked, the disciples of Liuyun Valley rushed to these people one after another, and were about to block the sword mang, but they saw Yun Wanzhou jump up and land where the sword light must pass, and the clear light jumped between his hands, and a Taiji diagram changed from small to large and crashed head-on into the sword light.

Meng Qiu looked at Yun Wanzhou's move, which was extremely similar to what he had performed in the mountains before, and nodded slightly, and there seemed to be some appreciation in the depths of his eyes.

But seeing that the situation in the field had changed several times, the person hiding in the corner saw that he could not strike a blow, and immediately turned around and jumped up to escape. Yun Wanzhou didn't say a word, raised his hand and pushed the Taiji diagram that blocked the sword light towards the man, and at the same time sacrificed his prestigious fairy sword "Jinghong".

The sword of the storm rose, and suddenly a long howl was heard, and its sound was as clear as the sound of a phoenix, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Yun Wanzhou turned into a streamer, stepped on his sword, and caught up with that person in an instant. I saw a light flickering in the distance, and in a moment, Yun Wanzhou had already turned back, and at the same time he was holding a person in his hand. He put away his sword and fell to the ground, casually threw the man on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that the man's eyes were wide open, and there was a wisp of black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was already dead of anger.

Yun Wanzhou frowned and said, "Seeing that he was not my opponent, he directly committed suicide by taking poison." ”

Meng Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, he squatted down and tore the clothes on the man's left arm, and when he looked closely, he saw that a mark like a flame was tattooed on it. He sneered, clapped his hands and stood up and said, "Senior Brother Lin, you immediately go back to the mountain and tell the master commanders that the demons of the Sanjun Palace of the Demon Sect have come here, there are a large number of them, please send people to Yunzhou immediately." ”

Saying that, he ignored the uproar of the junior disciples beside him, turned his head to look at Yun Wanzhou and said, "Senior Brother Yun, this young man named Cheng Linyuan also asks you to take care of him, take him back to the mountain, and make sure that he can tell in detail what happened in this tree-lined mountain in front of all the senior teachers," After a pause, he continued: "He should be the only person who knows the specific changes in the mountain now." ”