ps: Watch the exclusive story behind "Bi Sheng Shuxian" and listen to your more suggestions for the novel. Follow Qidian Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add public account - enter qdread), and tell me quietly! Liu Wenzhong's spiritual sense was clearly perceived. A large group of ferocious monsters, no less than one hundred. Especially the three figures in the front, with extraordinary cultivation and amazing momentum, all of which were transformed monsters above the Qihai period. Liu Wenzhong roared and shocked away Feng Lu, whose strength was one level worse than himself, but he was hard to have a chance when facing three opponents with equal cultivation.

Thinking of this, Liu Wenzhong concentrated his mind and released his spiritual consciousness again, searching around carefully, but this time he didn't even let go of the underground, but Yang Xiu was like evaporating from the world, and could not find any trace.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer in the distance, Liu Wenzhong looked at Lin Shuangchen who was unconscious on the flying sword, sighed and waved his sleeves. The fiery red light wrapped around him. The dazzling light flashed and appeared in the night sky a hundred feet away the next moment, and disappeared into the sky in a few breaths.

A messy forest became silent, and the previous battles opened up a large open space here, with large areas of grass, shrubs and even soil swept up by hurricanes, making a mess.

After half a stick of incense, the forest that had finally calmed down became noisy again. Countless monsters covered the sky and covered the starry sky above the open space tightly.

The four of the beasts were all human in appearance. At the front was an old man with a figure that looked like a seven or eight year old child, with a shiny face and no need. His small eyes shone brightly and he was dressed very energetic, with only a bun the size of a copper coin behind his head. It looked quite funny.

Several people of different shapes stood beside the old man with their heads bowed down, with a respectful expression. Feng Lu, who was shouted away by Liu Wenzhong, was also among them. At this time, Feng Lu's beautiful face was swollen like a steamed bun, and half of his eyebrows were missing on his left, and blood could be seen vaguely on his clothes.

Some of the monsters surrounding them were as tall as four feet tall, like giant orangutans covered with iron armor and hairless, while others had wings but had no legs or feet. The mosquito-like mouthparts were more than two feet long... They all had ferocious faces, and the momentum they emitted was extremely powerful. But these vicious monsters stood behind the old man honestly. They held their breath and focused, as if they were very awe of the old man who was not astonishing.

"Master of the Sect, do you want to continue chasing?" One of them asked in a low voice.

“No need,”

The old man shook his head and said with his hands behind his back: "If I'm right, the one who injured Xiaofeng was Liu Wenzhong, the eldest disciple of Tianshu Pavilion. Those fake monks in Fanjing Mountain must have ambushed in the north. There is no need to turn against them now."

Several people bowed their heads and said yes, but there was only a trace of unwillingness and resentment flashing in Feng Lu's eyes.

Just now, Liu Wenzhong shouted loudly, and the word "kill" contains the power of truth, which still seriously injured Feng Lu at such a long distance. At this time, the body covered by Feng Lu's clothes was covered with dark red scars. If he had not encountered the sect leader's rescue in time, Feng Lu's cultivation would have lost at least 30% of his body.

The old man seemed to be walking leisurely over the forest. Each step was dozens of feet away, and he carefully observed around the previous battlefield.

"Um?"

It seemed that when I saw something interesting, the old man slowly fell from the sky.

All the trees in front of me fell radially toward the surroundings. The closer they were to the center, the more severe the damage to the trees was. The half of the trunk in the middle had turned black, and the remaining fires were still burning.

"Interesting, which major sect was the disciple of the big sect who took action here before? The power of the spiritual explosion talisman is so powerful?" The old man looked around and looked at it. There was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Feng Lu quickly stepped forward and said, "It's Lin Shuangchen's disciple, and his cultivation is very low. He should have been rescued by the person named Liu."

"Well, is the injured disciple of the Xianmo Sect? He has some use to save him,"

The old man nodded and said, without any emotion in his tone, "You will be punished to face the wall in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley for a month. If you commit another crime in the future, you will be killed without mercy."

After saying that, the old man flew into the air with one foot, and the demons followed respectfully and left together.

Hearing the three words "Wan Demon Valley", Feng Lu, who had always been rebellious, seemed to hear something terrible, his pupils shrank slightly and his body shook slightly. He looked back at the burnt black open space everywhere, and Feng Lu turned around and followed.

The woods calmed down again, and only the moonlight scattered silently on the black grass, covering the grass leaves with a hazy halo. After a while, insects began to ring intermittently, and the fireflies hiding in the grass also swayed and appeared.

It won't take long to cover the open space again, burying everything that happened in the boundless jungle.

...

Fanjing Mountain is as tall and majestic as ever, guarding the northern end of Ningguo like a giant, and silently staring at the quiet and peaceful land under your feet.

The big trees beside the courtyard wall are lush with branches and leaves, and the shade is like a cover. The fine sunlight sifted over the ground. The gray stone tables and chairs are as beautiful and dazzling as gems inlaid.

The smoke of tea and water on the stone table was curling, Lin Shuangchen sat quietly, occasionally looking up at the towering Fanjing Mountain, and the mountaintop hall surrounded by clouds and mist occasionally exposed a half-corner of the eaves, full of fairy spirit.

Just now, all the sects who came to attend the Casino Conference have gathered in the hall again, and Lin Shuangchen did not attend the pretext of being injured. However, this issue has nothing to do with the Casino Conference, but about the demon clan.

The long-standing worries finally became a reality. The decline of this spiritual tide is very fierce, but it lasts very short. As early as a few days ago, several blessed lands in the wilderness began to show signs of recovery, and the bursting spiritual energy was even stronger than before.

The demon clan in the wilderness is ready to move. The attack on Lin Shuangchen and Yang Xiu is just a prelude to a large-scale battle. However, the other party uses the monsters to directly penetrate into the hinterland of the human race, which still shocks the various sects. The original vague speculation has instantly turned into a severe test before us.

When he learned that Ouyang Jianqing had rebelled from the human race, Liu Wenzhong immediately sent a letter to the old man Zhuji flying sword. However, the news he received was that the Xianmo Sect had already left the mountain and disappeared.

Lin Shuangchen's eyes moved to the tea set in front of him. This was something that Yang Xiu bought in the market to make tea for Lin Shuangchen. However, without Yang Xiu doing it himself, Lin Shuangchen always felt that the tea tasted wrong.

Before he rescued Lin Shuangchen back and settled, Liu Wenzhong and several other Qihai period monks rushed back to the forest for two consecutive days, but still could not find Yang Xiu's trace. However, due to the unfortunate situation, according to the situation at that time, Yang Xiu should not have fallen into the hands of the monster.

Lin Shuangchen knew in his heart that even if he was not injured, he would not be able to save Yang Xiu again. If he was not strong enough, Liu Wenzhong would never allow him to take risks. However, when he thought that Yang Xiu was in the wilderness and his life and death were uncertain, Lin Shuangchen's eyes became even colder.

Liu Wenzhong fell from the sky. Seeing Lin Shuangchen sitting in the yard without saying a word, he sighed secretly. His originally deserted and taciturn temperament has now gone further and he doesn't even pay much attention to it.

Stepping to the stone table, Liu Wenzhong said softly: "Shuangchen, we will set off tomorrow to rush back to Tianshu Pavilion. Now the monsters everywhere in the wilderness are ready to move, and the situation may not be stable for long."

Lin Shuangchen nodded slightly, and his black and white eyes were still looking at the small courtyard wall a few steps away. His dazed expression made Liu Wenzhong feel uncomfortable and comforted: "Don't worry too much. Yang Xiu has always been a big fortune, and maybe there will be any adventures. Maybe next time we see him, he has already improved his cultivation~"

Both of them understood that Liu Wenzhong was just a comforting word. There were countless monsters in the wilderness. What was even more terrifying was that the wilderness mountains and ridges that the immortal cultivators had never entered were full of dangers. Even Liu Wenzhong was not sure that he could escape unscathed. Yang Xiu's disappearance this time may be in danger.

"Well, he will definitely be back."

As if he had thought of something, a trace of warmth flashed in Lin Shuangchen's eyes, he held his fingers tightly, turned to look at Liu Wenzhong and said, "Senior Brother, I plan to go into seclusion after I go back."

Liu Wenzhong was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Well, your cultivation has reached a full level, it's time to go to seclusion and practice. It won't take long before another Qihai period monk appears in my Tianshu Pavilion~"

Lin Shuangchen did not respond, but just lowered his head and sipped the tea, carefully savoring the bitterness and fragrance.

...

The morning in the wilderness is full of hope and the smell of life. The rising sun rises, the beasts leave their nests, and the chirping of birds is always the main theme in the forest.

Two "mountains" slowly moved forward in the woods, and their tall bodies blocked the rising sun, leaving two broad shadows on the canopy. The heavy footsteps of the giant mountain are amazing. Each time they land, it causes a small earthquake. At the same time, it reminds the ferocious beasts peeking in the forest: Stay away from me.

Each giant mountain spirit carries a small mountain peak on its back, with strong scales on its torso, hands and feet. The giant mountain spirits with more than five heads gather together and are at the top of the overlord level in the wilderness. However, these powerful creatures have a bodhisattva heart and a silly round head, so they have become the objects of follower by many weak creatures.

Yang Xiu was awakened by the noise in his ears and tried his best to open his eyes, but the scene in his eyes was blurry, and the sound he heard was also echoed, just like lying under the water to observe the situation on the shore, no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless.

"Stay honestly and don't move, or I will kill you with one stick!"

Yang Xiumu vaguely heard a boy's voice, and he was fucking awkward human language and had teeth and claws in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he was hit by a stick. He fainted again. He vaguely heard someone scolding the little boy, saying that he was too heavy to do so.

When Yang Xiu woke up again, it was already dusk. The spiritual energy in his body had recovered a little, and the sequelae of shock caused by the explosion also reduced a lot. The first time he saw was a small hill several feet away.

A group of people were gathering around the campfire to smoke prey, and several teenage children were playing and playing by the fire. One of the boys was waving a long sword wrapped in cloth strips, shouting the most.
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