Lan Xiaoyu and the others felt that the world was getting bigger and smaller, and time was moving faster and slower. It was as if they were in some otherworldly space. But the three of them knew very well at this moment that they had been rescued!

The one who rescued people was Yan Ke.

"Senior Yan, is this the art of shrinking the ground into an inch?" Mu Yu asked.

Yan Ke's eyes swept over Mu Yu and Tian Heng. He didn't say anything but just smiled playfully.

Lan Xiaoyu said silently to Mu Yu and Tian Heng, "Shh, he hasn't flown back to our corpse area yet. Those people must still be chasing him."

Yan Ke said calmly: "They can't catch up."

Lan Xiaoyu naturally understood that what Yan Ke said was true. The strongest ability of the corpse realm monks lies in the corpses. The strengths of the corpses are their indestructible bodies and unrivaled speed. Only the beast spirit monks are good at flying.

Only high-level beast spirits are qualified to compete with corpse path monks in terms of speed.

Several people flew back to the Corpse Realm smoothly without encountering any obstacles.

Yan Ke led everyone to the top of a high mountain. Lan Xiaoyu didn't know the name of this mountain. After all, the Mountain of Thousand Corpses where she was was still on the outskirts of the Corpse Realm. And Yan Ke's territory naturally had the strongest Yin Qi in the Corpse Realm.

's core territory.

Yan Ke's residence doesn't look like anything special. But this is the biggest special thing. This place doesn't look like a corpse realm.

There are several open courtyards on the top of the mountain, where grass grows and warblers fly, and they are full of life. Only Yan Ke lives on the entire top of the mountain, but every courtyard is cleaned and tidy by him.

The three of them randomly found a courtyard to live in. Yan Ke had previously told them not to make any noise here, let alone approach his residence, because his wife liked to be clean.

After Situ Jing was taken away by Yan Ke, the three of them looked at each other, unable to hide their joy.

Sure enough, their efforts were not in vain, Yan Ke still noticed them. The two thousand-year-old corpses and the ten-year-old mysterious ice touched the heart of this giant of cultivation.

On the road to cultivation, great opportunities are fleeting, and when the opportunity comes, you must fight to the death.

From the moment they saw Yan Ke flying into Fengdu, they had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple. This was an extremely rare opportunity. After all, it was not easy to meet this great man in the Corpse Realm.

After several twists and turns and a near-death encounter, the three of them now have a firm foothold in the Corpse Realm. In addition, they have also recaptured Pei Feng's Pearl of Wisdom. It can be said that they kill two birds with one stone.

Situ Jing walked slowly behind Yan Ke. Looking at the colorful flowers in the garden, she couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect Senior Yan to be so elegant."

"My wife loved these flowers and plants during her lifetime."

The ghost realm monks and the corpse realm monks were incompatible, but only the corpse realm Yan Ke had always been an indelible mark in Situ Jing's heart.

Although Situ Jing didn't want to admit it, she knew very well in her heart that the cultivation talent of Corpse Dao Yan Ke was far superior to hers. She was also moved by this man's unswerving loyalty to his wife.

After entering a main hall, Yan Ke said straight to the point: "You can stay here for this period of time, but you will definitely die if you return to the ghost realm."

"Senior, what kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this matter?"

"The ghosts and demons snatched the compass fragments naturally in order to enter the divine spring."

"But the Ghost Demon Realm already has their own sacred weapon. Why do they have to completely break up with our Ghost King Sect just for a quota?"

"I'm afraid this quota is not reserved for monks from the ghost realm."

"how do I say this?"

Yan Ke fell silent, and Situ Jing wanted to ask a question. However, he saw that Yan Ke had already stepped out of the hall. Only a low voice floated back, "The ghost world is about to change."

There is a grand canyon with no end in sight in the Southern Border Beast Territory, forming a chasm that separates the Dead Forest from the mainland. And in this grand canyon is located a top sect in the world of cultivation - the Hidden Immortal Valley.

The mountain gate of Yinxian Valley stretches for thousands of miles. There are tens of thousands of monks in the valley. Only such a huge sect is qualified to guard the human-animal barrier.

But now, there is so much blood in the Grand Canyon. The former cave heaven paradise was destroyed by countless ferocious beasts. Countless ferocious beast corpses piled up into hills. The rotting corpses exuded the smell of corpses. The monks were cleaning the valley while

Beware of the vicious beast attacking again.

The core area of ​​the valley has not been affected by the war, and it is still a rare treasure place in the world. Countless boulders are suspended in the sky, forming the wonder of flying islands in the sky.

On the largest flying island, there is an extremely simple hall.

At this moment, there are thirteen women standing in the hall holding swords.

Sitting in the main seat is a long-haired monk in white. This man's face is like a crown jade, and his appearance is extremely handsome. He looks like a man in a painting. His every move seems ordinary, but there is an air of immortality in his every move.

spirit.

This is the famous Master of the Hidden Immortal Valley in the world of cultivation - Qingshui Ren!

After listening to the stories of the thirteen women, Taoist Master Xianyun frowned. He turned his head and looked at Qingshui and sighed: "Hey, I can't believe that Feng'er is actually a demon cultivator."

Qing Shui said: "Fellow immortal demon cultivator, this boy is the first person in ancient and modern times."

Everyone in the hall actually heard some appreciation for Pei Feng from Qingshui Ren's tone.

Lin Xue said the last few words that Mu Jianping said to the thirteen of them word for word in the main hall. Naturally, the several cultivators in the hall could easily distinguish the authenticity.

The Qingshui man repeated in a deep voice: "He would rather bear the eternal infamy than to end this period of heavenly karma." After he finished speaking, he looked at Jingxin, whose eyes were filled with tears, "The Zhenwu sword is meant with the word 'true'. He can use Zhenwu to

The fact that his swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation is enough to prove that he has no evil intentions."

As soon as Qingshui Ren said these words, there was an instant silence in the hall. This was the evaluation of the great demon Pei Feng by a mainstay in the world of cultivation.

Taoist Master Xianyun sighed: "Oh, this boy should be the savior chosen by the White-headed Immortal Yuqing."

Xianyun's words shocked everyone again. Even Qing Shui's complexion changed slightly.

Xianyun did not explain any more. Qingshui naturally instantly understood the basis of Taoist Xianyun's inference.

Pei Feng is the only descendant of the Immortal Weng. He once rescued the divine beast Feng Lan from the reincarnation of the Witch Clan at the top of the Blue Rock Peak. He can pierce the immortal weapon with a sword at the Soul Realm. This cannot be a coincidence.

There must be a big shot manipulating the laws of heaven behind Pei Feng's back to facilitate this cause and effect. From this, it is not difficult to infer that Pei Feng is the person chosen by the immortal.

There was a faint sound of sobbing in the hall. Xiao Xiao did not expect that the farewell to his junior brother at the Mu family would actually be the separation of life and death.

There were also apologies in her tears. She could not forget the scene of those people in the Mu Family's Zuixian Hall following Pei Feng without any scruples. Those talented monks chose to unconditionally trust their Valley Master. But that kind of trust, she,

My dear senior sister never gave it to my junior brother.

Qingshui Ren's words were like a heavy punch hitting Xiao Xiao's heart. Senior Qingshui judged his junior's character just by using his Zhenwu swordsmanship. And they, Xing Kuifeng disciples, had spent time with him day and night...

Xiao Xiao looked at Han Mengjie, who was standing blankly at the end of the palace. Her face was ashen, and her eyes had no luster.

Han Mengjie felt Xiao Xiao's gaze. Their eyes met. At that moment, tears flowed out of Han Mengjie's eyes uncontrollably.

Heartbreaking cries echoed in the hall. Han Mengjie threw herself into the arms of Master Jingxin.

"Master, Master, Xiao Xiao..."

Han Mengjie kept repeating the names of the two closest people. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time poured out at this moment like a flood that burst a dam.

All the cultivators in the main hall couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, a disciple from the Hidden Immortal Valley flew into the hall to report. Another large-scale beast tide was approaching the Hidden Immortal Valley.

Qing Shui Ren frowned slightly. "Activate the formation and fight."

The monks in the hall seemed a little numb to the incoming tide of beasts. At this time, another disciple hurriedly rushed into the hall.
Chapter completed!