Monk Xuanzhen was so happy. At this moment, he felt even more comfortable than getting the secret treasure.

After Su Changcun left here, even if there were other disciples, he would at most be some grass-roots children.

It is incomparable to a monk like him who is at the peak of concentration. Wouldn't it be easy to deceive these little babies?

"Hahaha, from now on, I will have the final say in this Qingming Sect!" The old monk stood up proudly, his face filled with unforgettable joy.

He even hummed a small song and walked down the mountain with Xiaoshami. He looked around and wondered where to start looking for the secret treasure.

Qingming Sect is not very big. As long as he is willing to work hard and search carefully, two and a half days will definitely be enough for him to find that thing.

But just when he was extremely happy to go to the Qingming Sect Hall first, he saw a tree not far away.

Standing a fiery red bird, it looks ordinary and not much different from other birds.

But for some reason, being stared at by the bird actually made Monk Xuanzhen feel a chill in his heart.

He looked at the fiery red bird and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, he shivered inexplicably.

His subconscious mind told him to leave here as soon as possible and stay away from this red bird.

Otherwise, he is likely to be in danger of his life.

Monk Xuanzhen licked his dry lips, speeding up his pace, and trying not to get close to the red bird.

But the red bird still hovered in the mid-air of Qingming Sect, approaching from time to time, looking down from the sky.

It was like monitoring Monk Xuanzhen, which made Monk Xuanzhen very angry while making Monk Xuanzhen scared.

"What are you doing? Just a red bird, what's there to be afraid of? It's not as big as a palm!"

Monk Xuanzhen continued to move forward, and he pulled up the monk's robe, hoping to enter the main hall of Qingming Sect as soon as possible.

In this way, the bird would not be able to see him, but when he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly staggered, as if he was tripped by something, and fell to the ground.

He is a monk with the peak of concentration. He has never fallen since he learned the technique of controlling the air.

This time, he fell to the ground for no reason, which made him feel strange.

A fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and a wave of shade was felt behind him.

For some reason, he was just afraid. He was afraid, and there was a strange feeling that was filled with deep in his heart.

He struggled to get up with a slurred saliva, but when he raised his head, he saw two strange sculptures standing on both sides of the mountainside.

The two sculptures clearly pointed at the sky, and they were not looking at him, but why... he felt that the attention of these two sculptures was always on him.

"Impossible, these are just two stone sculptures. How could they look at me?"

Monk Xuanzhen patted the dust on the monk's robe, and his fear and fear deepened a little.

It was fine when Su Chang existed here, but Monk Xuanzhen didn't feel anything strange.

But when Su Changcun left and when he carefully observed Qingming Sect, he found that Qingming Sect was actually full of strangeness.

"Is it my hallucination? Could it be that the pot of poison tea from yesterday afternoon has not yet been relieved?"

"That's true, it must be like this!"

Monk Xuanzhen ran forward desperately, and did not even find that the little novice monk behind him had fallen behind.

He was the only one left to rush into the main hall of Qingming Sect. When he came to the statue of the ancestor of Qingming Sect, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the founding ancestor of Qingming Sect and the beginning of the origin of each sect.

There may be problems elsewhere, but it should be safe here, right?

Monk Xuanzhen swallowed and put his hands on the altar next to him.

The whole person was gasping for breath, and the monk's robe on his body was soaked with sweat at some point.

Time passed by bit by bit. He stood on the highest mountain in Qingming Sect and looked up at the sky above Qingming Sect.

It appeared and seemed like a giant dragon that had been hovering in the clouds for thousands of miles.

Even just one outline is enough to make Monk Xuanzhen's scalp numb and his heart and gallbladder break.

"What the hell is this Qingming Sect?"

He felt his heart beating faster and his blood swelled. He rubbed his eyes hard, and the dragon that had been thousands of miles long disappeared again.

However, Monk Xuanzhen's face was dull and began to rub his eyes again.

Once, twice, three times... I rubbed my eyes ten times in a row and confirmed that I never saw the huge dragon that was thousands of miles long again.

Monk Xuanzhen's mood began to slowly calm down!

"It seems that I'm thinking too much. A giant dragon that is thousands of miles long? How is it possible? The dragon of that level has probably reached a terrifying level and has already ascended to the upper realm, so why can it stay here?"

"I'm thinking too much. It seems that after I go back, I need to get a few more antidotes, otherwise... I'll have more hallucinations!"

He tried hard to squeeze out a smile, slowly turned around, pretending that nothing had happened.

But what he saw after he turned around made him even more creepy.

He... saw that behind the statue of the founding ancestor of Qingming Sect, a scarlet hell appeared.

In hell, demons, ghosts, and ancient evil spirits emerge one after another. They are roaring and roaring, exuding their might.

They struggled to escape from that round of hell, but under the terrifying oppression of the statue of the founder.

But no monster dares to cross the line, whether in hell or outside hell.

The statue of the founder of the founding master is like a terrifying god that will never be touched. Anything that touches him will be destroyed in an instant.

Gulu.

It was the sound of Monk Xuanzhen swallowing saliva. He stared at the statue, and his heart was already scared to death.

He was foolish and confused, standing there without even moving.

Halfway up the mountain.

The little novice knelt on the stairs tremblingly, and kept kowtowing in front of the sculptures where the two people were not like humans or ghosts.

He seemed to have experienced fear that he had never experienced in his life, and he seemed to have seen the most painful thing in his life.

He cried, begged for mercy, and told what others couldn't understand.

But there was no one around, only a fiery red bird was watching all this quietly on the tree next to it.

But if you look closely, you can still see a white tiger the size of a cat is lying under the tree where the bird is standing, opening its mouth lazily and yawning.

However, Su Changcun, who left Qingming Sect, did not know that at this time, he was concerned about his hometown and missed the small fishing village that gave birth to him.

He was flying over the sky with joy, hoping to see the sea that once belonged to his childhood memories soon.
Chapter completed!