Chapter 295: The Hall of Eternal Life is coming

Although they had already seen the skills of Xuantian Machine, when they traveled all the way and did not see the slightest danger, the people of Qingyunmen couldn't help but have complicated faces, blinking a pair of innocent eyes, full of helplessness.

A Ding town sky, a Ding town land!

When the Xuantian Machine flew forward, the sinister land turned into the safest realm under the action of Erding. In the realm, whether it is strange flowers and plants, or strange beasts and poisonous insects, they are all firmly suppressed.

Seeing something interesting, Xuantian Ji beckoned it and put it in the Qingping Sword.

The people of Qingyunmen followed Xuantianji, not so much as an experience, but a tour, admiring the strange scenery of Death.

In the forest, there are tall trees everywhere, and between the forests, there are also dense and lush thorn shrubs, all kinds of flowers and plants, and strange beasts and poisonous insects that have never appeared in the world outside the dead river appear in front of them from time to time.

Among them, it is quite unbelievable, sometimes they are in mid-air, flying next to a big tree, and accidentally bump into a dead branch, and the dead branch suddenly turns into a gray poisonous insect and falls to the ground, causing the female disciples around them to let out a terrible scream.

In addition, in a puddle in the forest, there is a strange giant flower, which trembles lightly with the wind, and there is a faint sweet fragrance spreading in the wind. It looks very beautiful, but unexpectedly, when a demon beast unintentionally bumped into it, all the flowers suddenly moved, and they gathered around the place where the demon beast was, and the red crystal ball on the branch of the flower, with a strong stickiness, made the demon beast unable to break free, and after a while, more and more petals surrounded it layer by layer, and finally wrapped the demon beast that was tall from this person, and even the roar of the demon beast. It gradually fell into a low tone.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the giant flower slowly opened its petals, exuding an alluring fragrance. And the demon beast is a corpse with no bones!

This made some female disciples speechless. Even one of them broke out in a cold sweat, she was going to go over and pick the giant flower!

And so it goes. Although there was no physical danger to everyone, they couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Seeing that the night was getting darker at this moment, Xiao Yicai hurriedly beckoned everyone to rest, and just found a glade, but there was no danger in it, so a few people settled on it to rest.

Zeng Shushu cautiously stepped aside, concentrating on vigilance, and at the same time holding the magic weapon Xuanyuan Sword up, lined with a faint light. Be careful, pick and choose, and finally pick some dry branches and prepare to make a fire.

Lin Jingyu watched from the side, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, Zeng Shushu listened to it in his ears, glanced at him, and knew his mind. I couldn't help but laugh too.

In the two thousand years since the establishment of the Qingyunmen faction, it is said that the firewood is selected most carefully. The most cautious must be today's Zeng Shushu!

Looking back, Zeng Shushu took out the fire fold from his arms, but it was a heavy rain during the day, and the firewood around here was a little damp, and it was born for a long time. There was a lot of smoke coming out, and that's when the fire was lit.

Xuantianji shook his head, this cultivator also used a fire fold to light a fire, if it was really a cultivator who didn't get home, he pointed it out at will. A fiery dragon appeared from the void and landed on the bonfire, instantly warming the surroundings like spring, driving away the bone-chilling night chill in the dead water.

At the same time, his mind moved, and the two mouthfuls of vitality on his head gradually disappeared.

If he remembered correctly, the younger generation of Qingyun Sect would meet Yuyangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Immortal Hall, in the past few days, and there would be a big war.

With his two Ding suppression, how dare this Yuyangzi come to attack.

Therefore, he might as well hide Erding and let Yuyangzi come. He wanted to see how capable the outstanding disciples of Qingyun Sect were.

As for the thoughts of the disciples of Qingyun Sect, he naturally didn't care about it.

Xiao Yicai, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu and other young generations, around the bonfire, each silent, seemed to be meditating with their eyes closed, Xiaohuan and Tian He seemed to be tired, and the clothes were lying next to Xuantianji, as if they had fallen asleep. Only Xuan Tianji, Zhao Ling'er and Zhou Zhou Xian were still sitting by the fire, without the slightest sleep.

The night sky was gray and cloudy, not to mention the moon, not even half a star could be seen.

In the ancient forest, it became more and more silent, and in the cold wind, it seemed that someone was in the treetops, in the distant sky, quietly sighing......

The other end of the dead ze.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Immortal Hall, was dressed in white, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky with his head held high. The night breeze in the swamp blew, blowing up his clothes and fluttering slightly, looking extraordinary, like an immortal.

Except for his left hand, the sleeves of his shirt are empty, which adds a bit of inexplicable funny.

That was the sign that in the battle of Qingyun Mountain that year, he was unfortunately injured under the world's first strange sword, Zhu Xian.

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

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

The Demon Sect Immortal Hall rose eight hundred years ago, and it was passed on to Yuyangzi's generation, which is already the seventh generation, and has a long history, but no one knows better than Yuyangzi himself that behind this infinite scenery, the crisis faced by the Immortal Hall.

There is no successor!

Ten years ago, in the Qingyun War, Yuyangzi was jointly promoted by the other three major factions of the Demon Sect as the presiding person, which was the most prosperous and peak moment of the Immortal Hall's reputation among the Demon Sect in the past hundreds of years.

At that time, Yuyangzi was full of pride, and there were more than a dozen proud masters in his hands, all of which he had painstakingly cultivated in the past hundred years.

At that time, Yu Yangzi really thought that there was nothing in this world that could stop him, as long as he defeated the old Qingyun Gate in one fell swoop, the reputation of the Immortal Hall would naturally deter the Demon Sect, and with his own strength supplemented by the help of his masters, the Immortal Hall would be the second Blood Refining Hall in eight hundred years, and he would also become the second black-hearted old man!

It's just that this kind of beautiful dream has come to naught on Qingyun Mountain, under the sword of Zhu Xian!

He himself lost a left hand in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, not to mention the great loss of Dao Xing, because the Immortal Hall was the presiding faction, and the masters under the seat were naturally ranked in the first line of the decisive battle, and the first hard consumption of the elders of Tongtian Peak and Qingyunmen went to half of it.

Later, the Zhuxian Sword Array was launched, and the remaining masters of the Immortal Hall were killed and injured again. There were only one or two people who escaped, and it was almost completely annihilated.

In this world, everything is easy to get, but the most difficult thing to get is talents, especially talents who can be completely trusted by themselves!

Ten years. Yuyangzi worked hard, and the Changshengtang slowly improved again, but in Yuyangzi's heart, the shadow was getting bigger and bigger.

The battle of Qingyun almost completely destroyed the main combat power of the Immortal Hall, and over the years, if it weren't for the fact that Yuyangzi himself had cultivated too high, he would have shocked all the enemies around him, especially seven years ago. He immediately made a decision, regardless of the opposition of his subordinates, and forcibly moved the main hall to a remote place called the Death Swamp, away from the sphere of influence of the other three major factions, otherwise the consequences would be unknown to anyone.

However, just a month ago, the increasingly fierce infighting in the Demon Sect came to an abrupt end. The last powerful small and medium-sized sect Royal Demon Hall was finally subdued by the Ghost King Sect.

All the people stood their ground. After a brief and suffocating calm, Yu Yangzi intuitively predicted that what would follow would soon be a fierce infighting that would break out directly among the four major factions of the Demon Sect.

After all, in the hearts of countless Demon Sect disciples, eight hundred years ago, the black-hearted old man dominated the Demon Sect and dominated the world. It's already an eternal legend!But legends are legends, and at this moment, it is extremely unfavorable to Changshengtang and even Yuyangzi. Limited by its strength, the Immortal Hall is powerless in the internal struggle for the small and medium-sized factions, so it eliminates the other's strengths. In terms of strength, there is a gap between the other three major factions, and Yuyangzi is so worried about it that he can hardly sleep at night.

At this time, as if God had opened his eyes, by the side of the Immortal Hall, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the swamp of death.

Yuyangzi was pleasantly surprised, if he could really get a strange treasure like Qingyunmen's "Zhuxian Ancient Sword", first of all, there would be no problem with Changshengtang's self-protection, and then Xu Tu would develop, and he might not be able to turn over in the future.

Under such circumstances, the Immortal Hall regarded the strange treasures in the dead as a thing in its pocket, and would never allow others to touch them. But I don't know who leaked the news, this news has been spread all over the world in just a few days, and suddenly the world is looking sideways, and the masters of good and evil have gathered to die.

Yuyangzi was shocked and angry, but at this moment, he was no longer allowed to retreat, so he used all the strength of the Changshengtang and arranged it in the Death Ze, while trying his best to find the whereabouts of the strange treasure, and on the other hand, he was responsible for sniping and killing foreign enemies. In the past dozens of days, there have been no less than dozens of people who have been secretly killed by the Immortal Hall in the Dead Ze, including both righteous path scattered immortals and masters of other sects of the Demon Sect.

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

This night, Yuyangzi got a secret report from his subordinates that near Uezawa in front of him, a group of righteous people were stationed there, preparing to spend the night there. And in the next wave of spy reports, Yu Yangzi's face became colder, and he already understood in his heart who it was.

It was the group of the most elite young disciples under the Qingyun Sect, Yu Yangzi frowned, took a deep breath, and stared into the distance, as if waiting for something.

In the middle of the night, a slight footstep suddenly sounded in the darkness behind him, and a middle-aged man who looked shrewd and thin walked out and came to Yu Yangzi's side, Yu Yangzi immediately turned to face him, obviously this person is not ordinary.

This middle-aged man's name is Meng Ji, and he is one of the best masters under the Yuyangzi of the Immortal Hall, and he is also one of the few remaining masters of the Immortal Hall after the first battle of Qingyun Mountain, so he is even more respected by the Yuyangzi. At this moment, Yu Yangzi couldn't make up his mind, and he also wanted to wait for this person to come back.

Meng Ji saluted Yuyangzi, Yuyangzi shook his head slightly, and said, "Forget it, don't be polite, what's the matter?"

This sentence was a question without a beginning or an end, but Meng Ji obviously knew the meaning of Yuyangzi's question, and said in a low voice: "The subordinates have already taken people to search the area of Heishuigou and Baima River on the other side of Death Ze, and they have not found that the people of the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Hehuan Sect have entered in a big way, and there are only a few small faction characters who are lonely, and the subordinates have directly solved it." ”

Yu Yangzi's spirits perked up, a smile appeared on his face for the first time, and he nodded: "Okay! In this way, we don't have to worry about the future, tonight we will go all out to raid those young people in Qingyunmen who don't know the height of the sky, and get rid of these people first, and the righteous path will no longer be able to compete with us!"

Meng Ji didn't seem to have any joy on his face, but was a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Door master, but three days ago, the secret whistle near Dawang Village sent back news, it seems that Baguio and Qin Wuyan have arrived near Death Ze, and the Golden Bottle of the Hehuan Sect has always been wandering, we must be on guard!"

Yu Yangzi's muscles trembled, revealing a look of resentment, and he said hatefully: "How can I not know this! Those people in the righteous path just want that treasure, but the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Ghost King Sect want my life!"

Meng Ji's body was shocked, and he didn't know what he was thinking, his face was uncertain, and he said in a low voice: "Door master, then what should we do?"

Yu Yangzi snorted, took a deep breath, slowed down, and said, "Now, we have no way back. Taking advantage of the fact that the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect have not yet arrived, we will first solve these little cubs of the righteous path, and then go all out to search for the strange treasure, once we get it, the omen of the previous days seems that this must be an unborn treasure, and we are not afraid of the other three factions!"

Meng Ji bowed his head and said, "The master of the door is high. ”

Yu Yangzi nodded slightly, then turned around, calmed down, stretched out his only right hand now, and waved forward heavily in the night, suddenly the figures in the darkness were crowded, and a large number of Immortal Hall disciples appeared after a while, and rushed towards the direction of Yu Yangzi's finger with ease. (To be continued.) )