Chang Sheng and Jiang Xiaolian stood on the cliff, and under his feet was the dark and bottomless abyss.

The past Silkworm King's tomb disappeared without a trace and completely sank into the deeper underground world.

"This should be the ground outside the Silkworm King's tomb." Chang Sheng estimated the height and found no trace of the ghost under his pupil technique.

"This bottomless pit collapsed. The disciples of Jianmenyuan who fell down may not survive. They would not even use ghosts. They would even die if they fell." Jiang Xiaolian activated his spiritual sense to the extreme, but he did not find any ghosts.

"If the deacon in the Foundation Establishment Realm falls, is there a way out?" Chang Sheng frowned.

"A lifetime of death, unless he has flying magic weapons, such a deep abyss, he cannot escape even if he controls swords for a moment. Our foundation-building cultivators have limited spiritual power and cannot control swords for too long." Jiang Xiaolian shook her head and said.

In her opinion, the disciples sent by Jianmenyuan to mine Fenglingtu were already difficult to survive.

"A lifetime of death is just a slim hope..."

Another acquaintance died, and Changsheng's mood became very heavy. He did not like to part with life and death, especially familiar people who left him.

"They are not lucky. If they had left one day earlier, they wouldn't have fallen. What is this? Is it a word?" Jiang Xiaolian squatted on the edge of the cliff and looked down, and found some scratches on the stone at her feet.

After carefully identifying it, I found that it was actually a word. Someone wrote the word on the edge of the cliff with his fingers.

According to the direction of writing, the person who left the handwriting was lying on the cliff at that time, with most of his body hanging outside.

Because the words are upside down, Chang Sheng recognized them and said, "Master, uncle, ancestor, save, life...Master, uncle, help!"

A little surprised, Chang Sheng looked carefully and found that the words were covered with blood, indicating that the person who wrote the words had bloody fingers.

"This guy is thick-skinned and wants Uncle Master to save him. Isn't it enough to climb up if he has the time to write?"

Jiang Xiaolian first curled her lips, then became surprised and whispered: "Didn't he fall down, but was pulled down?"

The cold wind blowing from the abyss made the surrounding stone walls a layer of frost, and the ground was very cold and extremely gloomy.

Changsheng stared at the bloody words and his eyes were heavy.

Jiang Xiaolian is right.

If the writer has the strength to carve blood words on the rock, he will have the strength to climb up. After all, the cliff has not collapsed and is still very strong.

The characters must have been written by Wu Yong.

The only disciple of the sect who was so thick-skinned that he asked his uncle to help his life was Wu Yong.

"It seems that the surviving disciples did not lie. There should be something under the ground." Chang Sheng activated the silver pupils of the sky eye to the extreme, but still could not see the bottom of the abyss.

"Is there a ghost or a demon clan underground?" Jiang Xiaolian said cautiously: "It is definitely not a good person to live in such a deep underground. Even if the disciple who fell down does not die for the time being, he will probably not live long."

"Go down and take a look." Chang Sheng made a decision. Wu Yong didn't know how to live or die, so he couldn't stand by and watch.

"Okay, be careful." Jiang Xiaolian was also a bold master, and set up a light cloud boat to fly deeper along the rock wall.

Unlike the last time I arrived at the Silkworm King’s tomb, the abyss was not only getting colder, but also a strange aura appeared from the abyss, similar to the yin energy and the demonic energy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Chang Sheng always stared at the bottom with his heavenly eyes and silver pupils without blinking.

As Qingyunzhou sinks more and more, a trembling feeling appears in Chang Sheng's heart. He feels that there are many eyes staring at him in the abyss.

At the end of the deep abyss, like a beast's nest, there were rustling sounds gradually.

Chang Sheng widened his eyes with all his might, and his pupils were shining brightly. Finally, he vaguely saw some shadows.

The shadows are big and small, and they are constantly shaking, like countless ghosts.

"Stop! Leave this, hurry!"

Chang Sheng shouted softly, and he felt that the situation was getting worse and worse, and he could even feel some powerful aura coming from the ground.

Although Jiang Xiaolian did not have the Changsheng's pupil technique and could not see that far, she also felt uneasy and immediately raised the Qingyun Boat and flew away from the abyss quickly.

The flying magic weapon flew out of the belly of the mountain and landed at the foot of the mountain.

"What did you see?" Jiang Xiaolian asked.

"Many shadows, whether they are living or dead, are afraid it will be dangerous to go rashly with our cultivation."

"The deeper the underground, the more ominous it is. I can't go down. Go back to the sect and report to the elders, and let the powerful Jindan masters explore the abyss. Maybe they can save a few disciples of the sect." Jiang Xiaolian said as she dragged the surviving disciples onto the Qingyun Boat.

I am always born to hesitate whether to go back.

This time he made up his mind to escape, and it was only a day before, and he would still be in danger when he went back.

"If you report to the sect, how many elders can be sent to explore." Chang Sheng asked a strange question.

In his opinion, things in the abyss are very dangerous, and even if a single golden elixir comes, it may not be able to clear it.

"For such sudden danger, the sect will send at most one or two elders. Even if they cannot defeat the things in the abyss, the elders have the means to protect themselves. As for the disciples who are trapped in the underground, unless they have special identities, no elder will sacrifice their lives to save them."

Jiang Xiaolian thought for a while and said that her experience could roughly judge the sect's response to such emergencies.

Chang Sheng frowned even deeper, and hesitated, turned over and stepped onto the Qingyun Boat, and said, "Go back to the sect."

He had to go back.

If Wu Yong was still alive, a Jindan would probably not be able to save him. The aura from those shadows was terrifying, especially with a few huge shadows, which gave Chang Sheng the feeling that he was no less than that of a Jindan monk.

Wu Yong's life and death are uncertain, and Changsheng does not want to give up his few acquaintances.

Only when his uncle, his master, can more Jindan elders be mobilized to arrive at Chashan.

After Qu Hongfei, another old friend was in trouble. Changsheng had to doubt his fate, as if he had been entangled with Qianyun Sect and was difficult to separate.

In order to mobilize more Jindan elders, Chang Sheng returned to the sect again, separated from Jiang Xiaolian, and immediately returned to Fuyao Peak.

When he saw the master return, Xiao Mianhua scratched her head and asked strangely: "Hasn't Master gone to travel around?"

"It's over." Chang Sheng strode into the yard and kicked Lao Bai.

"Master swims so fast!" Xiao Mianhua admired her eyes.

The master went out for a long time and would not come back within a year or two. His master came back after only one day. The name of killing the genius is indeed worthy of his name. The master even traveled faster than others.

"Go to Tianyun Peak to find Qi Weishui and say I have something to do to find him."

Chang Sheng gave an order, and Xiaomian immediately agreed and rode away on the white crane.

Not long after, Qi Weishui rushed over.

"I wonder what the uncle called me?" Qi Weishui asked after seeing the greeting.

"How many elders can the sect mobilize now?" Chang Sheng said without any haste, and he couldn't show his anxiety.

"Some elders began to go into seclusion and attack the realm, while some elders went out to trade magic weapons in major markets. Now it is a turbulent time, and the elders are trying their best to be strong..."

Qi Weishui found that the uncle's face was heavy and immediately replied: "If I mobilized it now, I should be able to mobilize about thirty people."

"Go and mobilize the elders immediately." Chang Sheng ordered: "I want to thoroughly investigate an underground space. It is a bit dangerous and requires enough manpower."

"Is it related to Fan Dao and the Bone Demon?" Qi Weishui was shocked and guessed.

Chang Sheng could not explain, so he nodded. Qi Weishui immediately took the order and retreated and went to gather the Golden Elder himself.

"Wu Yong, Wu Yong, I can only do this for you. I hope you have a great life and don't die so early..."

Chang Sheng sighed in his heart. He didn't know the clues about Fan Dao and the Bone Demon, but he was just a fool.

When Changsheng gathered the golden elixir on Fuyao Peak, figures fell on the tea mountain. The leader was not someone else, but Fan Dao from the market.
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