As soon as Wu Chunqiu's body moved, before Qingfeng could stop him, the giant sword turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, and as soon as the powerful momentum came out, it directly blew Wu Chunqiu away.

"Whew!"

The golden dragon let out a long roar, and crashed into Wu Chunqiu, whose body was still flying in the air.

Qingfeng's complexion changed greatly, his body shape was illusory, and he suddenly teleported and appeared in front of Wu Chunqiu.

His right hand was supported on Wu Chunqiu's back, and Wu Chunqiu's body flew upward, and his left hand formed a fist, blasting towards the golden dragon that flew in.

"Get out of here, it can't do without the black fog. ”

Qingfeng only had time to say a word before he collided with the golden dragon.

His left hand melted like ice and snow met the sun, and the golden dragon passed through his body.

And with the help of Qingfeng, Wu Chunqiu, who had already escaped from the black fog, had already been frightened, and as soon as the black fog came out, he flew away from the Devil's Valley with all his strength.

Qingfeng's eyes were round, his body stood motionless on the ground, and the left half of his body and left hand were completely gone.

After a short silence, with a "boom", Qingfeng's remaining half of his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist didn't exist in the air for long, and it was absorbed and assimilated by the surging black mist.

"I didn't want you to die so soon, and since you want to die quickly, I can't blame you. ”

The golden dragon that the giant sword turned into shook its head, and then transformed into a three-foot golden sword, and flew into the cave in a flash.

As soon as it entered, the black mist in the Devil's Valley began to shrink again, and soon it returned to its original state, and the entire valley became even more ghostly.

The Immortal Sect disciples outside didn't know what was going on inside, and they only looked at the Devil Valley in a daze and returned to its original state.

Wu Chunqiu, who was still fearful on his face, saw the black mist shrinking, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said secretly: Can it really not get rid of the black mist?

But he hid his emotions well, and suddenly shouted "Master!", and knelt straight to the ground towards the Devil's Valley.

"Master, your old man died so miserably, you went to the expedition alone for the rise and fall of the sect, and you were killed by the prohibition in the valley, and there are no bones left, you died for us......"

Wu Chunqiu, who was kneeling on the ground, cried so much that he beat his chest and feet, calling for the sky and the ground.

The disciples on the cliff saw that their sect master was crying for Elder Taishang, and they didn't know what was going on at first, but after listening to Wu Chunqiu's few words, they knew that Qingfeng was already disabled, and one by one they also knelt on the ground and began to cry loudly.

For a while, the entire Changshengmen was miserable, and the cry was earth-shattering.

Only Sima Chong was the only one who did not cry.

His eyes were red and full of tears, but he tried not to let them fall.

If there was no breeze in White Horse City, he would have been killed by Wu Chunming.

It was Qingfeng who saved his life, and it was Qingfeng who brought him hope for cultivation.

When there was a fresh breeze in Changshengmen, he felt warmth and confidence and hope for the future.

But he didn't know why he was the master of the door, Wu Chunqiu, but he had an involuntary wariness, even if Wu Chunqiu was kind to him when he met him.

As for the others, he has not yet come into contact with them and does not understand them at all.

Now that the only breeze he trusts is dead, there is grief, loss, and confusion in his heart.

He didn't want to cry, perhaps his grief over Qingfeng's death was more sincere than many others, but he still didn't let the tears flow.

He knelt silently towards the Devil's Valley, and when the others had stopped howling and got up to go back, he was still kneeling there.

Until, three days later, he fainted and was rescued by Elder Sun Kun back to the door.

In order to mourn the deceased Qingfeng Taishang Elder, the whole sect of Changshengmen was dressed in plain clothes, pasted white paper everywhere, tied white flowers, hung white cloth, and the dojo was presided over by Wu Chunqiu himself, and Wu Chunming led the core disciples to recite the Seven Heavenly Scriptures.

Qingfeng was gone, and was buried with only one of his clothes and some of the utensils he usually used.

After the burial, there was another earth-shattering cry from the top and bottom of the Changshengmen, and after that, the Changshengmen returned to normal.

And Wu Chunqiu issued a gag order as early as the day of the incident, if someone found out the rumors he saw in the Devil's Valley that day, he would be killed immediately.

And another thing that made Sima Chong feel a little uneasy was that on the second day of Qingfeng's burial, a new disciple came to Changshengmen, and this new disciple was Sima Chong's acquaintance.

He is Wu Zhonglin, the grandson of the master of the sect, Wu Zhonglin, on the day Wu Zhonglin came to the Immortal Gate, he was declared an inner disciple, and many senior brothers and disciples of the inner and outer doors ran to say hello to him.

"Senior brother, aren't you going to congratulate Senior Brother Wu Zhonglin? An outer disciple named Chen Desheng saw Sima Chong cleaning the road alone, so he kindly stepped forward and persuaded him: "Senior brother, I have two 500-year-old Ganoderma lucidum here, I will borrow one from you, and let's go together to congratulate Senior Brother Wu Zhonglin." ”

Sima Chong glanced at Chen Desheng gratefully, shook his head, and began to bend down to clean the stone steps again.

As a junior disciple of the outer sect, Sima Chong had to do a lot of chores every day, in addition to cleaning, he also had to help carry water in the canteen, and sometimes he had to chop wood.

On this day, he had just finished cleaning the road and was about to go back to his residence to practice martial arts, but several people blocked his way.

"Senior Brother Shi Chong, how did you do it, you can't even sweep the ground, it's just a waste!"

It was Wu Zhonglin who spoke, and after he finished speaking, he whipped on the tree on the side of the road, and countless leaves fell immediately.

"You ......"

Sima Chong knew that Wu Zhonglin would make trouble for himself, but he didn't want him to do such a shameless thing, and his blood surged for a while, but looking at Wu Zhonglin's smug appearance, and the few inner disciples standing behind him, he endured it again, bent down and began to sweep up again.

But he can bear it, but Wu Zhonglin doesn't plan to let him go like this.

He said to a few inner disciples behind him, "Senior brothers, why don't you accompany me to practice the whipping method on this mountain path today." ”

Those inner disciples didn't understand what Wu Zhonglin meant, so they took out their weapons one after another, and without Wu Zhonglin's orders, they began to get the leaves on the trees everywhere, and even some mud and rocks on the mountain road.

Sima Chong glanced coldly at the performance of several people's feet, but his heart gradually calmed down, showed a sneer, and sat on the side of the road to rest.

The rules of the Immortal Gate stipulate that it is forbidden to fight with the same door for no reason, let alone kill the same door.

So Sima Chong is not afraid of Chen Zhonglin and a few people, he wants to wait for a few people to make enough trouble before cleaning, it's a big deal not to practice Fuhu boxing today.

Anyway, after seeing a few battles of cultivators, and knowing the strength of cultivators, he no longer has much interest in mundane martial arts.

Several people made a fuss for a while, and when they saw that Sima Chong was indifferent, they felt a little bored.

"Brother Shi Chong, you will be punished for being lazy like this. An inner disciple saw that the performance of several of his own people did not make Shi Chong angry, and he was also a little angry, so he came up to find fault.

When another inner disciple heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly: "Everyone has seen it, this Shi Chong is sitting on the side of the road watching the scenery, and if he doesn't complete the task assigned by the sect, things like this must be punished by the torture hall, otherwise everyone will imitate it, and my Changshengmen will become a general!"