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Wild Dog Taoist followed Gui Li, one step deeper and the other shallow, walking deeper into the Death Swamp.

Because there had just been a heavy rain, the already soft ground was now even more muddy. But for some reason, after Gui Li met Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er just now, he insisted not to fly with the magic weapon again, but walked on the ground. .

It seemed that he, like Jin Ping'er, was vaguely worried about something.

In the past, even if Taoist Wild Dog didn't curse, he would at least complain. But at this moment, he seemed a little absent-minded. He didn't say a word and silently walked behind Gui Li, which made Gui Li a little strange. stand up.

Gui Li looked at Taoist Wild Dog who was in a daze, lowered his voice and said calmly: "What's wrong with him?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, because apart from the cold swamp pond water plants, there was no one around him at all, except for the monkey Xiao Hui lying on his shoulder.

That is Xiao Hui, who seemed to be drowsy just now, but after hearing Gui Li's question, he suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and immediately became excited, his extremely clever eyes were spinning, Huo Di Jumped down from Gui Li's shoulder and started dancing.

This weird behavior even startled the wild dog Taoist who was following behind and looked at it.

I saw Xiao Hui looking quite excited, grinning and waving at Gui Li's hands and feet. After a moment, he rolled his eyes and suddenly jumped to the side. He picked up some water from the small pond next to him, but it fell to the ground. On top of his own monkey head, he pointed to the sky and jumped up and down.

Taoist Wild Dog's eyes widened when he saw it. He walked up to Gui Li and said, "What's wrong? Is this monkey crazy?"

Gui Li frowned, and then whispered to Xiao Hui: "It's raining?"

Xiao Hui was overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, and then casually folded off a leaf from an unknown plant from the side, swung it to the top of his head, as if to cover something, and made a squirming gesture, twisting his body here and there, and then, as if acting, the leaf fell from his right hand. Switch to the left hand, and then switch from the left hand to the right hand.

The wild dog looked at it and suddenly felt guilty for no reason. He stared at the weird monkey and said sternly to the ghost: "Crazy, crazy, this monkey must be crazy."

At this moment, the monkey Xiao Hui reached out and threw the leaf on his hand, then jumped back onto Gui Li's shoulder three times or two, then pointed in the direction of the path behind them, and kept squeaking.

Gui Li pondered for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked at Taoist Wild Dog.

Taoist Wild Dog forced a smile and said, "You, what do you want me to do?"

Gui Li glanced at the package behind him and said lightly: "When it rained just now, did you lend me your umbrella? Lend it to..." At this point, he frowned slightly again and glanced at Xiao Hui, thinking After thinking for a moment, he then said: "Did you lend your umbrella to the little girl who read fortune telling to protect her from the rain?"

"squeak……"

Before the wild dog Taoist could say anything, Xiao Hui, the monkey on Gui Li's shoulder, had already screamed and jumped up. He was so excited that the monkey's face was smiling so much that he almost narrowed his eyes.

Taoist Wild Dog's face was red and white, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He suddenly pointed at Gui Li and shouted angrily: "You brat, let me tell you, your Taoist used to kill many people. Not even a thousand people died in my hands." Eight hundred..."

Gui Li glanced at him, but actually ignored him at all. He turned around and walked away, saying lightly: "Whether you killed a thousand or eight hundred people, what does it have to do with me?"

Taoist Wild Dog was choked, and could no longer continue what he had been saying to build up his momentum. He only listened to Gui Li in front of him slowly saying: "Besides, you can kill a thousand people or eight hundred people." , what does it have to do with the little girl you lent your umbrella to?"

At this point, he stopped and looked back at Taoist Wild Dog.

The wild dog was startled, as if facing a formidable enemy, and said: "You, what are you going to do... No, what did you say?"

Gui Li looked him up and down, then suddenly smiled and said: "But what happened today is the first time since you were in the Dead Soul Abyss that you surprised me again!"

He turned around and walked slowly, his voice gradually became lower and lower, but the wild dog could hear him clearly.

"...I never thought you would do this heroic thing of saving a beauty!"

Taoist Wild Dog was stunned in place, suddenly in a trance. When he came to his senses, Gui Li had already walked far away with Xiao Hui, and his figure almost disappeared in the mist in front of him.

Taoist Wild Dog looked in that direction, suddenly jumped into a rage, stamped his feet and said: "Bah! I have always been a bad guy, I have never done anything like that in my life, and besides, that girl can be called beautiful... ugh!"

Taoist Wild Dog stretched out his hand and scratched his head. Suddenly he frowned and stopped. After a while, he seemed to be talking to himself: "That girl is actually pretty good-looking..."

Having said that, Taoist Wild Dog himself seemed to be startled. He suddenly shook his head, cursed in a low voice, and strode towards the direction where Gui Li was walking. He soon disappeared into the increasingly dense fog at night. among.

There was silence all around, but the sky was getting darker and darker, and darkness came, gradually drowning everything.

The other side of the Dead Swamp.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall, was dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. The night wind in the swamp blew by, causing his clothes to flutter slightly, and he looked extraordinary, like an immortal.

Except for his left hand, his sleeves were empty, which added a bit of inexplicable humor.

That was the sign that he was unfortunately injured by Zhu Xian, the most amazing sword in the world, during the battle at Qingyun Mountain.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the air seemed to still be moist from the heavy rain just now. Darkness filled the surroundings, but only his figure was still standing there, defiant and conspicuous.

In the darkness behind him, there was a faint sound of breathing. It was his disciple hidden in the darkness, patiently waiting for his orders in the darkness.

The Demonic Sect Changsheng Hall emerged eight hundred years ago, and it has been passed down to Yuyangzi's generation, which is already the seventh generation. It has a long history, but no one knows better than Yuyangzi himself. Behind this infinite scenery, what is the Changshengtang? crisis faced.

There is no successor!

Ten years ago during the Qingyun Battle, Yu Yangzi was elected as the host by the other three major factions of the Demon Sect. This was the moment when the Changsheng Hall's reputation among the Demon Sect was at its peak and greatest in the past hundreds of years.

At that time, Yuyangzi was very ambitious and had more than a dozen accomplished masters, all of whom he had painstakingly cultivated over the past hundred years.

At that time, Yuyangzi really thought that there was nothing that could stop him in this world. As long as he defeated the old Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop, the reputation of the Changsheng Hall would naturally frighten the Demon Sect. With his own strength and the help of his masters, the Changsheng Hall would This is the second Blood Refining Hall in eight hundred years; and he will also become the second black-hearted old man!

However, all these beautiful dreams came to naught on Qingyun Mountain under the Zhuxian Sword!

He himself lost a left hand in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, not to mention his devastation. Because the Changsheng Hall is the presiding sect, the masters under him are naturally on the front line for a decisive battle. They sacrificed their lives at the head of Tongtian Peak and the elders of the Qingyun Sect.

Went halfway.

Later, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was launched, and the remaining masters of the Changsheng Hall were killed and injured again. Only one or two people escaped, and almost the whole army was wiped out.

In this world, everything is easy to get, but the hardest thing to get is talents, especially talents you can completely trust in your own cultivation!

Over the past ten years, Yu Yangzi has worked hard, and Changsheng Hall has gradually improved again, but in Yu Yangzi's heart, the shadow is getting bigger and bigger.

The battle of Qingyun almost completely destroyed the main combat power of Changshengtang. Over the years, if Yuyangzi's own practice had not been too high, he had shocked the enemies around him. Especially seven years ago, he made a decisive decision regardless of the opposition of his disciples.

, forcibly moved the main hall to a remote place like the Death Swamp, away from the sphere of influence of the other three major factions. Otherwise, the consequences are still unknown.

However, just a month ago, the increasingly fierce internal fighting in the Demon Sect came to an abrupt end, and the last powerful small and medium-sized sect, the Blood Refining Hall, was finally conquered by the Ghost King Sect.

Everyone stood up. After a short and suffocating calm, Yuyangzi intuitively predicted that what would follow would soon be a fierce internal fight among the four major factions of the Demon Cult.

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After all, in the hearts of countless demon sect disciples, the figure of the black-hearted old man who unified the demon sect and dominated the world eight hundred years ago has become an eternal legend!

But legends are legends, and at this moment, it is extremely unfavorable to Changshengtang and even Yuyangzi. Due to the limitation of strength, Changshengtang is powerless in the internal fight for small and medium-sized factions. In this way, the strength is even worse.

Yuyangzi was so worried about the gap between him and the other three major factions that he could hardly sleep at night.

At this time, as if God opened his eyes, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the death swamp next to the Changsheng Hall.

Yuyangzi was full of surprises. If he could really get a rare treasure like the Qingyun Sect's "Ancient Sword of Execution of Immortals", first Changshengtang would have no problem in protecting itself, and then Xu Tu would develop, so it might not be impossible for him to turn around in the future.

Under this situation, the Changsheng Hall regarded the rare treasures in the Dead Pond as treasures and would never allow others to get their hands on them. However, I don’t know who leaked the news. Within a few days, the news had spread all over the world.

Suddenly the whole world turned their attention, and masters of good and evil gathered in Death Lake one after another.

Yuyangzi was shocked and angry, but at this moment, he could no longer retreat, so he mobilized all the strength of the Changsheng Hall and deployed it in the dead lake. On the one hand, he tried his best to find the whereabouts of the rare treasure, and on the other hand, he was responsible for sniping and killing the invading foreign enemies. This number

In the past ten days, no fewer than dozens of people have been secretly killed by Changshengtang in the Death Pool, including both righteous immortals and masters from other sects of the Demon Sect.

For the sake of the life and death of this sect, Yuyangzi is already risking everything!

That night, Yu Yangzi received a secret report from his disciples. A group of righteous people were stationed near the "bottomless pit" outside the dead lake ahead, preparing to spend the night there. And in the subsequent waves of spies' reports, Yu Yangzi

Yangzi's face grew colder, and she already understood who those people were.

They were a group of the most elite young disciples of the Qingyun Sect. There were supposed to be only a dozen of them, but after hearing reports from the spies, the number of the group actually reached dozens of people at this time, and there were even monks and Fenxianggu among them.

Among the people in costumes, Yuyangzi frowned, took a deep breath, and stared into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the darkness behind him. A middle-aged man who looked shrewd and thin came out and came to Yu Yangzi. Yu Yangzi immediately turned around to face him. It was obvious that this man was of extraordinary status.

This middle-aged man's name is Meng Ji. He is one of the top masters under Yuyangzi of Changshengtang. He is also one of the few remaining masters of Changshengtang after the battle at Qingyun Mountain, so he is even more trusted by Yuyangzi. At this moment Yuyangzi could not make up his mind for a long time and had to wait for this person to come back.

Meng Ji saluted Yuyangzi, who shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it, no need to be more polite. How is it?"

This sentence was a confused question, but Meng Ji obviously knew the meaning of Yu Yangzi's question, and whispered: "My subordinates have taken people to search the Heishui ditch and Baima River area on the other side of the dead lake. We did not find people from the Ghost King Sect, Wandu Sect and Hehuan Sect entering in large numbers. There were only a few isolated figures from the small sect, and my subordinates have already dealt with them directly."

Yuyangzi perked up and showed a smile for the first time. He nodded and said: "Okay! Now we have no worries. We will attack the Qingyun Gate, Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley with all our strength tonight. Those young people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth will be killed first. If we remove it, the right path will no longer be able to compete with us!"

There seemed to be no joy on Meng Ji's face. Instead, he was a little worried. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said: "Master, but three days ago, news came from a secret sentry near Dawang Village. It seems that Gui Li and Qin Wuyan have arrived. It’s near Death Lake, and the Hehuan sect’s Jin Ping’er has always been erratic, so we must be on guard!”

The muscles on Yuyangzi's face trembled, showing a look of resentment, and he said in a hateful voice: "How could I not know this! Those people in the Zhengdao just want that treasure, but the Wandu Sect, the Ghost King Sect, and the others want me. life!"

Meng Ji was shaken, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He had an uncertain look on his face and whispered: "Master, what should we do?"

Yuyangzi snorted, took a deep breath, slowed down, and said: "Now that things have happened, we have no way to turn back. Before the Wan Du Sect, Ghost King Sect and Hehuan Sect's troops arrived, we first set out the correct path. After these little brats are dealt with, we will then search for the rare treasure with all our strength. Once we get it, judging from the omens in the past few days, it must be an unparalleled rare treasure, and we will not be afraid of the other three sects!"

Meng Ji lowered his head and said, "Master, please give me a thumbs up."

Yuyangzi nodded slightly, then turned around, calmed down, stretched out his only right hand, and waved forward heavily in the night. Suddenly, there were people in the darkness. After a while, a large number of Changsheng Hall disciples appeared, walking towards Yuyang in a familiar way. Yangzi pointed in the direction and rushed away.

The night is vast, desolate and murderous!

Swamp of death, bottomless pit.

This piece of land looks like a flat piece of land in the daytime, but I don’t know why it has such a weird name. Unless you are a villager who has lived near Dead Lake for many years, you will know that in this area of ​​land, a large piece of land in the middle looks different from the surrounding areas. It's generally the same, it's overgrown with grass, but it's actually a huge bottomless mud pit, and the suction force of the mud in it is very strong. If an ordinary person accidentally steps into it, it will be sucked down in a moment, and it will rot silently in the pit from then on. Deep in the swamp.

The reason why Death Swamp got its name is that there are countless terrifying places in the swamp where people can kill people invisible!

However, these young people on the right path are obviously not comparable to ordinary people.

A group of ten people from the Qingyun Sect walked in the Death Swamp for several days, and met disciples sent by Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley. The three parties met at the same place, and there were all acquaintances here.

Tianyin Temple is still headed by Dharma and Dharma, and among the disciples of Fenxiang Valley, there are also Li Xun and Yan Hong, but after meeting, their relationship with each other is not the same. The Qingyun Sect disciples headed by Xiao Yicai and everyone in Tianyin Temple They get along harmoniously, talking and laughing, but Fenxiang Valley and his party are somewhat distant from these two sects, and they seem to have deliberately kept a distance.

It's subtle, and everyone knows it in their own minds, but on the surface, they are still polite, and the three major sects of righteousness still work together to kill demons and eliminate demons for justice and morality in the world!
To be continued...