"No, this trip is to do some errands by the way, I've been delayed for a lot of time, I'm going back after taking a few of them." He waved his hand and stood up, looked at the juniors in front of him, and said, "Give you a pillar of incense time to say goodbye to your parents, and come over to gather after a pillar of incense." ”

"Yes." They answered, and when they saw him walking out, the other three quickly went back to say goodbye to her father and mother after bowing to the head of the house, while Lan Yingying stepped forward to hold her father's hand and talk.

After a pillar of incense, several people followed their third uncle on the flying boat and went all the way to Qinghe Sect.

Although the Qinghe Sect is not the No. 1 Immortal Sect, it also has a good status in the land of immortals, compared to the No. 1 Immortal Sect, the assessment of the Qinghe Sect is not so strict, and there are many disciples under the sect.

The spaceship was flying in the air, and Lan Yingying and the others didn't dare to disturb the third uncle who was cultivating with his eyes closed, and the other three were cultivating cross-legged from each other, and Lan Yingying's temperament was more detached, so she was lying on the side of the spaceship and looking at the scenery outside.

Two days later, in the evening, the spaceship landed in a place, and Lan Chengzhi said to the few of them, "Come back with some branches and rest here tonight." ”

"Yes." A few people did not dare to go far, so they picked up branches around, lit a small fire, and took out dry food to eat.

"Third uncle, I have pastries, can you eat some?" Lan Yingying stepped forward and asked cautiously, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous about this third uncle who looked younger than her father.

Lan Chengzhi opened his eyes and took a look, and saw that she was holding oiled paper in her hand, spreading out a few pieces of pastry and handing it over, he said, "I have already opened the valley, don't eat these things, you can eat them!" ”

Seeing that he closed his eyes and meditated again, Lan Yingying walked back to the fire and divided the pastries among the other three to eat.

At night, Lan Yingying and a few people sat around the fire to keep warm, because they missed their parents at home, and couldn't sleep, a few people chatted quietly, the sky under the night was silent, therefore, there was a roar in the sky, and then a firework was slammed, and a few people were slightly surprised, "That seems to be a distress signal." ”

"It's a distress signal, I don't know who the distress signal is, it doesn't seem to be very far from us." Lan Yican said, and saw that the third uncle who was sitting cross-legged under the tree had already stood up.

"It's a distress signal from a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, you can follow me to take a look."

"Yes!" When they heard this, they immediately followed him to the place where the signal was given.

And in the woods where the signal was issued, several disciples gathered together were covered in blood, with despair on their faces, "We can't live, even Uncle He is dead, no one will come to this place, and no one will see the signal we release." ”

"And the last flare, put it together."

One of them gritted his teeth, put the last flare away, held his sword in his hand, and listened to the sounds coming from around him, with a grim expression, "It's coming!" Everyone get ready to fight! We must go back alive! ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, there was a rustling of footsteps around them, and seven or eight people dressed in the same color as them walked towards them bloodily.

"The one in front and in front is Uncle He! He—He's a monk of Jindan! It's over, we're really done......" one disciple said in despair.