In the Wangu Mountain, it was a mess. All the buildings were destroyed and collapsed. Blood was everywhere. Countless trees were scattered everywhere. Flowers and grass were withered and yellow. Everything was dead. Two figures were suspended in the air. Looking at the tragic scene in front of them, they couldn't bear it.
He took a breath of air.
"Junior Brother Lai, it seems we are still a step too late."
A tall and thin purple-robed Taoist priest on the right said sadly, this man is fifty years old, has a slender figure, an easy-going face, a white beard, and is otherworldly. He has a golden whisk hanging upside down from his waist, and he is an extraordinary person. He is the current master of Maoshan Garden.
Men Jiang Yunchen.
The rickety old man next to him is called Lai Bikou, the chief law enforcement elder of Maoshan Garden, and he is the old man who just got the letter from Cheng Chi.
"Hey, I didn't expect that the Wangu Sect, which has been inherited for nearly ten thousand years, would be destroyed now. This blood demon really deserves to be killed!"
Looking at the miserable scene in front of him, Laibiko also had a solemn face, but there was also a bit of luck in his eyes. If such a demon met the Maoshan Garden people, he would definitely be seriously injured. Fortunately, he had already left.
Although Wan Guqing did not ask Maoshanyuan for help in his letter, but only asked the head senior brother to take care of his disciples, the senior brother's character would definitely not ignore the matter.
"Forget it, all of this is a disaster. I believe the people in Kunlun Palace have already started to deal with it."
Jiang Yunchen sighed slightly and recited scriptures silently in his mouth to comfort the souls of those who died in vain. Although the upright sects help each other, they cannot predict everything in advance. Just like this time when the Wangumen suffered a disaster, all major righteous sects
The sect has no idea at all.
And the most important thing is that there is still no clue who the enemy who destroyed Wangumen this time is. It seems that all the righteous sects must work together to find out at this time, otherwise, it will be a huge threat to the entire Pangu Continent.
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Thinking of this, Jiang Yunchen not only had a headache. When he took over Maoshan Garden from his master, not only did he fail to carry it forward in his own hands, but many changes occurred, causing the entire Maoshan Garden to decline day by day. Sometimes he felt that he was really unworthy of the great trust he had given to his master, and
Master’s training back then.
Scanning the cold and damp walls around him, Cheng Chi was stunned and couldn't help but whisper: "Master Immortal, isn't this where you, a noble Taoist, live?"
"What do you know, kid? This kind of place can train people's survival ability to the greatest extent."
Zhang Daoling was usually as thick-skinned as a city wall, but now his face was burning when a junior pointed out his embarrassment.
"Come on, your life is not easy either."
Cheng Chi placed the four people on the only stone bed in the house, sat down on the ground and gasped: "Master Immortal, what exactly is the Ci Yuan collected in Maoshan Garden?"
"Ci Yuan is a kind of gratitude. When our disciples of Maoshan Garden do good deeds, those who are helped will exude a feeling of gratitude. We call it Ci Yuan. Every year, every disciple of Maoshan Garden will
They are assigned to do a certain amount of good deeds to collect loving kindness."
Zhang Daoling said lightly, stretched out his hand to wipe a wooden stake next to him and sat on it.
"Then what do you want Ciyuan for?"
Cheng Chi was like a curious baby and asked next.
"It's not that we need Ciyuan, but..."
Zhang Daoling suddenly looked around, lowered his voice and said: "There is an extremely evil soul sealed in the Kunlun Temple. We, the famous and decent sects, must send Ci Yuan there at any time to suppress the evil spirit that is ready to move. Otherwise, I am afraid that a hundred years ago
He has already broken the seal and left."
"A very evil soul? Then who is he?"
Cheng Chi was a little curious. This evil spirit could actually make these sects work together to deal with him. How powerful is he?
"He...how do I know! Why ask so many questions!"
Zhang Daoling suddenly changed the subject, the fearful look in his eyes disappeared, and he said angrily.
"Tch, if you don't want to say it, why don't you say it? Why are you angry?"
Cheng Chi caught Zhang Daoling's moment of panic and said disdainfully, "I don't even dare to mention a name. I'm really hopeless. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to the Kunlun Palace to find out what's going on."
"I'm going to see the leader first. I'm sure he will help you rescue your parents. Just stay here by yourself and remember not to run around, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
Zhang Daoling didn't seem to want to dwell on this matter any longer, so he said a stern sentence and walked out of the stone house.
"Thank you, Master Immortal."
Cheng Chi's face condensed and he said solemnly. Watching Zhang Daoling leave, Cheng Chi hurriedly took out a pile of smooth pebbles from his storage belt and quickly set up several Nayuan formations.
Late autumn has passed. Young people travel, taste bitter wine, and spend time in the library. When will the sword and sword dance stop and the grudges end? The laboring geese return to the south, and a dream will last forever. The prosperity is dispersed in the river water, the long skirt is chic, and the blood is splashed all over the ditch. The cold light
Cut off the torrent and become the leader among the heroes.
Two lines of tears slowly flowed down, and Cheng Chi sighed softly. It has been nearly a month now. I don't know how his parents are doing now. Wangu Amaterasu disappeared inexplicably, Mora disappeared for no reason, and the unconscious Erhu made Cheng Chi
I felt unprecedented pressure and urgency, as if a tight string might break at any time.
Just as the recent events flashed through Cheng Chi's mind, he felt a chill on his neck and was shocked. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the boy in white in front of him looking at him coldly.
"Well...Is this how you treat your savior?"
Cheng Chi was slightly sullen. He had almost exhausted all the energy in his body to save him. Fortunately, he had a sword pointed at him as soon as he woke up.
"..."
The young man slowly retracted his sword, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he said nothing. He took out a green jade ring from his arms and placed it gently in front of Cheng Chi, then turned and walked out.
"Thank you for saving your life. I will repay you after I finish handling my personal affairs."
Just as Cheng Chi stared blankly at the strange behavior of the person in front of him, the young man who was about to step out of the stone house suddenly said calmly, and then disappeared into the darkness.
"What a weirdo."
With a low murmur, Cheng Chi picked up the jade ring in front of him and looked at it for a few times before throwing it into his storage belt.
The next day, Cheng Chi and the others from Maoshan Garden flew away on a fairy boat, aiming directly at the city where they lived. The fairy boat was as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning. Cheng Chi stood on the deck and watched the changing surroundings.
Looking at the scenery, I couldn't help but respect the people in Maoshan Garden. I had no choice but to look at their strength.
"Don't worry, little friend. I'm sure the witch will not harm mortals for the time being."
Jiang Yunchen saw Cheng Chi standing alone on the deck in a daze, and thought he was worried about his parents. How did he know the origin of this witch? She was the genius of his Maoshan Garden three hundred years ago.
"Thank you for your concern, Master Immortal. I'm fine."
Cheng Chi hurriedly saluted. To be honest, he was really nervous in front of such a person. The person in front of him was also a leader.