Three days later,

Mo Yuqing's cultivation was finally stabilized, and he did not fall to the eleventh realm, Li Heng's heart was a little calm, he raised the Xuanyin Array Flag, and the two of them left the cliff cave together and walked towards the depths of the Valley of Thorns.

Along the way, Mo Yuqing did not look unhappy at all because the secret method was broken, but for some reason, the happy birds were generally around Li Heng, and there was no trace of the demeanor of a senior sister.

However, she can't call herself senior sister in front of Li Heng now, because Li Heng has stepped into the Thirteen Realms half a day ago, although it is only a small step, but no matter how you say it, she is a genuine Thirteen Realms monk.

"Senior brother, did you say that Hall Master Qin and Senior Uncle Zhao also took this path back then?" Mo Yuqing looked at the beautiful scenery around her and asked softly.

Li Heng was slightly stunned, vaguely feeling a trace of ominousness, but his thoughts were dispelled by him, and he said with a smile, "I'm not the head of the family, how dare I ask more." I just knew that something had happened to her near a stone altar in the middle of the Valley of Thorns. ”

"Stone altar? I remember that entering the secret realm of the hidden mountain is also a stone altar, maybe there is some kind of connection between them. Mo Yuqing wondered.

Li Heng shook his head slightly, but suddenly stopped, sensed the fluctuations of the aura around him, vigilantly released the red spotted leopard from the beast ring, took the green flame, and at the same time sped up a few points under his feet, and walked towards a stone forest.

After getting along with Li Heng for a few days, Mo Yuqing didn't need him to tell him, and immediately sacrificed the flying sword and followed behind.

On a small basin in the stone forest, more than a dozen people were facing each other in two camps, left and right.

On the left are eight monks with a large number of sects, and the prince and infant who escaped in the nameless mountain range are impressively listed.

There were only five people on the right, all of them Purple Cloud Sect monks, led by Ye Qingyang, the strongest Thirteen Realm cultivators of the Purple Cloud Sect who entered the Hidden Mountain Secret Realm this time.

He said angrily to one of the people in the camp on the left, "Ding Feng, do you know the shame, this five-hundred-year-old Red Refining Aoi was discovered by our Purple Cloud Mountain first, and you dare to rob it." ”

"Discovered first?" Ding Fengwei laughed a few times, "Who stipulated that the things in this hidden mountain were discovered first and obtained first? Is it you Purple Cloud Sect, when did Purple Cloud Sect become the first sect of our Eastern Departure Country." ”

"You ......" Ye Qingyang's face turned cold, the spirit sword in his hand was slightly raised, and he said coldly, "You Spirit Sword Sect, don't you want to be the enemy of my Purple Cloud Sect?"

When Ding Feng heard this, he pretended to be shocked and took half a step back, and said, "For the enemy, how dare you." Who doesn't know that the Purple Cloud Sect is the first sect in our Eastern Immortal Realm, and if we want to deal with our Spirit Sword Sect, it will be over if we stomp our feet. ”

He said that Ziyun Mountain was the first, which caused several monks behind him to suddenly have a lot of whispers about Ziyun Mountain, but Ye Qingyang was helpless about this, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was nearly twice as many, he would have started a war long ago, and this matter in the immortal cultivation world has never been solved by lip service.

However, he categorically couldn't compromise on this, and after making this start, the status of the Purple Cloud Sect in the East would inevitably drop greatly in the future, and it would be strange if the head of the sect did not punish him.

"Prince Baby!"

Just when he couldn't advance or retreat, an angry shout suddenly sounded in the stone forest.

Immediately after that, a green rainbow appeared out of thin air and headed towards the prince infant standing in the crowd. When the green rainbow was running, there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder, and the momentum was terrifying.

Ye Qingyang couldn't help but be shocked, with one enemy and eight, he Ye Qingyang didn't dare to think about it, I don't know who was so arrogant, and it was very likely that Qinghong was a monk from Qingyang Valley.

He secretly sent a message to the same door beside him, quietly pinched the sword technique, and waited for it.

As soon as Wang Ziying saw that Qinghong, he immediately thought of Li Heng's Qingmeng sword momentum that day, he lost his flying sword, his strength dropped greatly, and he didn't dare to fight with it at all.

He hurriedly avoided people, who knew that those people from other sects, seeing that Qinghong was powerful, and the target was only Wang Ziying, how could anyone stupidly slap his head and avoid it one after another.

"Senior brother, save me. He had no choice but to unleash his sword qi to protect himself while shouting at Ding Feng.

"You dare. Ding Feng was also furious about this, originally he relied on the large number of people, and he suppressed the Purple Cloud Sect to the death, where did he think that he would be stunned halfway, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

At the same time, he secretly scolded the people around him for not having righteousness, only knowing that he was bullying, and if he came a little harder, he would be ugly, if he didn't frustrate this person's edge, this temporary team would definitely collapse immediately.

"Whoosh"

Just when Ding Feng was about to stop Qinghong, a dazzling flying sword shot out of the stone forest, which was obviously gaining momentum for a long time.

Ding Feng secretly shouted that it was not good, the momentum of Qinghong, even he had to go all out, Wang Ziying was his opponent, and this flying sword was ready to move, and the sword blade was pointed at his vital point, and he didn't dare to underestimate it.

Two muffled sounds sounded in the stone forest one after another, followed by a miserable scream.

A man and a beast quietly appeared beside Wang Ziying, the human face was as cold as frost, the beast's eyes were blood-red, and a large piece of fresh meat dripping with blood was hooked on one of his sharp claws.

In the suspicious eyes of everyone, the blood on the waist of Wang Ziying was like an infusion, although he had held it down desperately, but the wound was too big and too deep, and it was difficult to prevent the blood from continuing to flow out, and in the blink of an eye, one side of his clothes was dyed a dazzling blood-red color.

He really wanted to use an ice spell to seal his bloodline, but the chaos in his body was even worse than the wound.

Dozens of gossamer-like sword qi roamed and destroyed between his acupoints, making him unable to gather qi, and what made his face even more ashen was that his body surface bulged from time to time, and there seemed to be three monsters about two fingers wide in his flesh and blood, constantly wandering away, tearing at his flesh and skin.

He hurriedly discarded the spirit sword in his hand, pressed a bulge, gritted his teeth and tore open his skin, picking out the foreign object that was haunting inside.

In the midst of dozens of horrified eyes, a small fish dyed red with blood and a piece of meat residue left at the corner of its mouth kept swinging its petite body in Wang Ziying's hands like a monster, gradually revealing its original cyan.

The herring was already slippery, and it was even more sticky and slippery after being stained with blood, and after a little struggle, it easily broke free from the five fingers of Wang Ziying, shook it lightly in the void a few times, and landed on the wound again, burrowing into it like a loach.

"Ah......h

The heart-rending pain made the prince wail. The bloody situation made everyone in the audience avoid it one after another.

Only Mo Yuqing, who was not far away, knew that Li Heng was so cruel this time, and a lot of it was because of Xue Shidao's three people who ** her that day. Seeing Wang Ziying wailing on the ground, she felt a little unbearable in her heart. But she also knew that if she was merciful to this person, she didn't know how many innocent people would suffer.

Ding Feng knew that the prince was finished, and he believed that he was in the same thirteen realms as Li Heng, so he was not afraid of him, and roared angrily, "Who are you who dare to kill my Spirit Sword Sect monk?"

"Oh," Li Heng was suspicious when he heard this, the green flames in his hand swirled slightly, and the sword qi raging in Wang Ziying's body broke out one after another, bringing up a cloud of blood mist.

He didn't wait for the prince to be infantile, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the space around his waist, hung the storage bag on his waist in front of Ding Feng, and then chuckled, "I don't know that the monks of the Spirit Sword Sect killed me and my fellow disciples, how can I explain it? Could it be that only the state officials were allowed to set fires, but the people were not allowed to light the lamps, not to mention that the Spirit Sword Sect was just a small sect, and the officials who could not sit east and leave the immortal realm." ”

Originally, it was normal for the monks in the immortal cultivation world to fight and fall, as long as it did not involve the bloodline of the big family, as well as the genius-level figures with great potential in the sect, the various sects that left the country in the east were only treated as children fighting, which was the same thing. If this kind of thing can provoke a fight between the two sects, then there will be no peace in the east.

Ding Feng was just a momentary resentful statement, and when he was topped by Li Heng, everyone felt that this Spirit Sword Gate was hypocritical.

"Hmph, then tell me, who did he kill you in Qingyang Valley?" Ding Fengli was aggrieved, so he simply entangled himself to the end.

"Well......" Li Heng thought for a moment, and said with a ashamed face, "It seems that it is only a serious injury, so ......"

He kicked the prince baby, who still had a faint breath, in front of Ding Feng, and said, "Trouble Brother Ding to cast a nine-turn back technique on him, and he can't keep it to death." ”

When Ding Feng heard this, he was so angry that his face turned purple, and he turned back to the original, calling him the head of the Spirit Sword Sect to come about the same, knowing that he had met someone who was even more arrogant than himself, he glanced at the prince baby who was not in human shape on the ground, and then looked at the few people of the Purple Cloud Sect who were waiting not far away, knowing that he would not be able to get any benefits today, he said with an ugly face, "Go." ”

The people who followed him hesitated and retreated one after another.

Although there are many monks of the Thirteen Realms among them, Qingyang Valley has always had a relationship with Ziyun Mountain, Ye Qingyang will definitely not sit idly by and watch them besiege the Qingyang Valley monks in front of him, not to mention that he abolished a monk of the Twelve Realms in an instant, which is his opponent for the ordinary Thirteen Realms.

After all, the rabble is a rabble, and when they saw that they couldn't do anything, they each started a small ninety-nine, and scattered as birds and beasts.

"Below, Ye Qingyang of the Purple Cloud Sect, who is this fellow Daoist?" After a moment of silence, Ye Qingyang clenched his fists and asked.

Li Heng returned the salute and said with a smile, "Qingyang Valley Li Heng, that junior sister is below, Mo Yuqing." ”

Ye Qingyang also introduced the other four members of the Purple Cloud Sect one by one......

"Brother Ye, is there any other way to go in this Thorn Valley besides the Falling Feather Swamp?" After a few polite words, Li Heng remembered the scene of the confrontation between everyone before and asked.

"Brother Li asked the right person, and if he was a person from another sect, he might not be willing to say. Ye Qingyang paused and continued, "You can go straight to the Valley of Thorns along a mountain stream in the Nameless Mountain Range, and this secret was only known a hundred years ago. ”

"Oh, thank you, Brother Ye. Although Li Heng's face was as usual, he cursed Zhao Lao Dao thousands of times in his heart, and it must have been that Lao Dao's inaction that made him and Mo Yuqing go on the wrong road for half a day, and Mo Yuqing almost fell into the swamp......

Half an hour later, Li Heng picked up Mo Yuqing and continued to walk towards the depths of the Valley of Thorns.

Looking at his distant figure, a monk of the Purple Cloud Sect said carefully. "Senior Brother Ye, if we pull this person in, we may be able to kill that demon beast. ”

"No, this person tortured and killed the prince without blinking his eyes, it was too fierce, it must be difficult to control, if he really killed the demon beast, how should it be distributed, is it possible that people are willing to share a share with you Wushang, if it is divided equally, we will not lose a lot." In response, another Purple Cloud Sect monk immediately retorted.

Wu Shang thought about it carefully, what Senior Brother said was not unreasonable, but he vaguely felt that his idea was feasible, and looked at Senior Brother Ye at the moment, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

"I've heard Senior Sister Zhao mention this person. ”

Who knows, Ye Qingyang said a word that was not boundary, but as soon as he heard Senior Sister Zhao, the monk who had previously opposed pulling Li Heng into the gang was surprised, "This person, how could he know Senior Sister Zhao Ruoxue, I don't know how Senior Sister evaluates this person." ”

Ye Qingyang just shook his head, and instead said, "I left a note with him, if you don't get anything in the next few days, you might as well cooperate with this person once." ”

After speaking, Ye Qingyang ordered someone to pick the five-hundred-year-old red refining sunflower and headed towards the west of the Thorn Valley.