Pei Feng walked tremblingly on the top of Maya Mountain for an unknown amount of time. A huge stone gate caught his eye. The stone gate was several feet high. Three big black characters "Wuji Gate" floated above the big stone gate.

It's like someone used a huge brush to write calligraphy out of thin air.

The big stone door was half open, and Pei Feng looked inside through the stone door. He saw that there were countless pavilions, pavilions, and jade buildings inside. Countless grand buildings formed a world of ink painting.

"This is Wuji Gate!"

"Who is coming?"

Two voices came from inside the door. Then Pei Feng saw two young Taoist priests walking out of the huge stone door. His physical strength had reached the limit, and he could not see the faces of the people clearly. He could only vaguely see them.

I heard the shocked shouts of the two young Taoists.

"You, who are you?"

"You are a human or a ghost!"

No wonder the two young Taoist priests were afraid. Pei Feng's whole body was now dyed red with his own blood. His extremely weak body was crumbling. He looked more like some kind of bloodthirsty ghost, which was extremely terrifying.

He said with difficulty: "My, my name is Pei Feng..."

After Pei Feng finished speaking, his body could no longer hold up and he was about to fall in front of Wuji Gate. At this moment, a gray shadow rushed out from the stone gate and supported Pei Feng's body at an extremely fast speed.

"Senior Brother Zifeng." The two young disciples guarding the mountain gate today saluted the gray-clothed Taoist priest. But they still did not dare to step forward to help the bloody man.

The Taoist priest named Zifeng didn't care about the blood stains on Pei Feng's body at all. As he supported Pei Feng, his body sank and he carried Pei Feng on his back.

"You go and notify Master." Zifeng said calmly, "I will take him to my place to treat his injuries first."

"Yes, senior brother Zifeng." The two young disciples did not dare not listen to this senior brother's words. They bowed to Zifeng again and rushed into the mountain gate.

In Wuji Gate, an old man wearing Taoist robes was furious in a magnificent palace.

"How could a living person disappear into thin air?"

This angry Taoist was named "Taoist Shield Kong". He was the seventh elder of the Maya Palace. He had many disciples. At this time, all the disciples were standing in the hall with their bodies bowed, not even daring to take a breath.

"Xiao Li, aren't you and Xiao Lu inseparable on weekdays? How come you don't even know where he is!"

The disciple named Xiao Li was thirteen or fourteen years old. Under the Master's questioning, he broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at the young man standing in the front furtively. He felt as if he was getting cold from head to sole.

Compared to his master, that senior brother made him feel more afraid. He knew that he could not tell the truth no matter what. If the master found out that he had lied, he would be severely punished, but if he told the truth...

As long as Song Xinyun doesn't die, he will definitely die in the future.

"Reporting to Master, the competition is coming soon. I have been busy practicing these days and have never looked for a path."

The corners of Song Xinyun's mouth moved imperceptibly.

Taoist Dunkong sighed slightly and glanced at each of his disciples. He thought in his mind that although he usually preferred small roads, he developed an arrogant character. He had also had quarrels with some of his fellow disciples, and even

There will be fights, but it will definitely not lead to brothers and sisters from the same sect killing each other.

"You brat, where can you run to?"

Song Xinyun stepped forward and said: "Master, didn't he go down the mountain without permission?"

"Going down the mountain? The competition is approaching. Why is he going down the mountain?"

Song Xinyun said: "Maybe he chose to use the forbidden layer to refine his body?"

"Restricted level?" Taoist Dunkong nodded slightly, "That kid from Xiaolu likes to be competitive. The competition is about to happen, so it's possible what you said."

Song Xinyun's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew in his heart that Xiao Lu's matter had been revealed. As long as the master could believe that Xiao Lu could go to the forbidden layer to practice, he would have a way to make the master believe that he died in the forbidden layer.

Now Xiaolu's body has been eaten clean by vultures, and every piece of his meat has turned into animal feces. Moreover, his dry wind bag has also fallen into the mountains and ended up unknown. There is no proof of this matter, even if the master does not believe it, No evidence could be found.

As long as those boys can shut up now and wait until after the competition and he climbs the Five Peaks, even if the matter is exposed at that time, Master Dunkong will not dare to punish him again. Because in the Wuji Sect, an inner sect The status of a disciple is actually higher than that of an outer sect elder!

Now it is a piece of cake for him to control a few idiots. He has grown up in an environment of conspiracy since he was a child. His father taught him more scheming than martial arts.

Even his master, Taoist Dunkong, can see clearly. In his eyes, Taoist Dunkong is just a loser who can't survive on the Five Peaks. His spiritual roots are insufficient and he cannot go further within his limited lifespan. To achieve a breakthrough, I can only become a seventh elder in the Mayan Palace under the Five Peaks, and take in a few disciples to slowly support myself in old age.

Song Xinyun thought to herself: "You regard Xiaolu as your little grandson in your old age. But Master, I'm sorry for you. Your little grandson has exploded now!"

As for Xiaolu's death, Song Xinyun didn't take it to heart at all. The only thing that made him regretful was that he lost the dry wind bag. If it was normal, he would not admit it like this. But now that the competition is approaching, he doesn't want to worry about himself Cause any trouble. After all, it is not an easy task to go down the mountain to find the treasure without telling the master.

For a moment, many calculations flashed through Song Xinyun's mind. He raised his eyes and glanced at Taoist Dunkong. Then he said, "Junior brother Xiaolu must have made this choice because he wanted to get a good ranking in the competition."

Dunkong said: "Nonsense! The huge pressure on the stone steps will crush people. How dare he take such a big risk!"

Song Xinyun said: "Maybe it's because of resentment against Senior Brother Qing."

"Yeah!" Dunkong nodded slightly, becoming even more convinced. "You brat, there is no second Qingqing in this world!"

At that time, Yuanqing's body refining at the restricted level caused a sensation in the entire Wuji Sect. Later, many disciples followed suit. However, most of the disciples returned without success, and no one could bear the punishment. In the end, two disciples from the Maya Palace were kicked up the stone steps. Only after being crushed to death by the ban did people completely give up the idea of ​​banning mountain body training.

When Song Xinyun heard his master's words, a cold look flashed in his eyes. It could be said that it was because of that person that he began to have a dissatisfaction with his master.

Dunkong continued: "In order to prevent the Heavenly Demon Sect from attacking the Wuji Sect, the leader personally placed a restriction on the second cloud layer. The restriction leads directly to the top of the Mayan Mountains. Since then, the only way to pass by is with a sword. ."

"So the Forbidden Mountain is a killing array. It is specially used to block the low-level monks of the Demon Sect. How can it be used to temper the body? There are dozens of stone steps leading to the mountain. You senior brothers are all

Go down and look for him. Don’t let the child get hurt by the Forbidden Mountain."

"Yes, Master!"

All the disciples were ordered to retreat.

"Xinyun, you stay."

Song Xinyun's heart moved slightly, and her heartbeat could not help but speed up a bit. But his expression remained as usual. He asked, "Master, what else can I do?"

Dunkong sighed and said, "It happened three years ago."

Three years ago, Song Xinyun received a letter from Feiying from the mountain. It was a secret letter written to him by his father. It said that monks from the Central Plains had crossed the border and committed numerous crimes in the Qingzhou City area.

Song Xinyun hurriedly reported the matter to his master. Then Wuji Sect sent seven Maya Palace monks, including three elders, to eliminate the out-of-bounds demon girl according to the instructions of Lord Song. However, the seven people never returned since then.

No news.

Later, a disciple with a high level of cultivation on Wufeng personally went to Qingzhou City for this purpose. After investigation, he only found a small Taoist gate that had been abandoned for a long time in a valley. There were only two stone statues in the Taoist gate.

, no one else.

"Xinyun, is there any new news from your father?"

"No."

Dunkong's face was a little gloomy. The seven people who left three years ago were all masters and disciples of Maya Palace. The leading second elder was his best brother.

"The cultivation levels of the three elders have all broken through the Soul Realm. The second brother has even reached the middle stage of the Soul Realm. Who can keep the three of them at the same time?"

Song Xinyun said: "I think the elders will be fine. They may have received some kind of blessing and are practicing meditation, or they may have taken some senior brothers out for some experience."

Dunkong nodded slightly, this disciple's words could always speak to his heart.

"The day before yesterday, Zifeng took you down the mountain for some practice. Xinyun, did you gain anything?"

Song Xinyun's mind was spinning rapidly. The dry wind bag was what he got from this experience. At that time, he immediately saw the extraordinary nature of the bag, so he paid more attention and did not tell anyone around him about it. Now he naturally does not

Maybe I'll tell you the process of getting the dry wind bag.

At this moment, noises came from outside the hall.

"Who is making noise outside the door?"

A disciple guarding the mountain gate rushed in sweating profusely.

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, a weirdo broke into Wuji Sect."

"Weird? What weird?"

"The man was covered in blood. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly. He seemed to be a man. I don't know where he came from. He suddenly came outside our mountain gate."

Elder Dunkong frowned.

"Can you come up to Wuji Gate silently? Have you informed the Great Elder?"

The gatekeeper disciple was still panting heavily, "Xiao, Xiaotian is gone."

"Where is that man now?"

"Senior Brother Zifeng took the man back to his residence. He said he wanted to heal his injuries first."

"Zifeng?" Dunkong frowned, feeling that this was very strange.

Since the identity of the other party was unknown, why did Zifeng take him into the mountain gate first? And also bring him back to his residence? With Zifeng's calm character, he definitely shouldn't act like this.

"Did you ask that person's name?"

"I asked, and I remember he said his name is...oh, by the way, his name is Pei Feng."

"Pei Feng?"

"Pei Feng!"

No one noticed that Song Xinyun, who was behind Dunkong, suddenly changed his eyes after hearing the name. A fierce and extremely murderous intention flashed from his pupils.
Chapter completed!