Qixue Wudao ignored the visitor's questions, glanced at him, and mocked him with a smile in his eyes: "Dead demon, if you have the guts, kill me!"
"You...come here! Hit me!"
A furious roar resounded in the dungeon, and suddenly, rustling figures flashed around.
"Brother Wu Dao, how are you doing these days?"
Just as everyone was rushing toward Weeping Wu Dao with ferocious looks, a charming chuckle broke the gloomy atmosphere around him.
"Who is it? Get out of here!"
The sharp voice sounded again, and at the same time, a sharp sword struck in the direction of the sound.
Black smoke billowed out suddenly from the ground, and a cold and arrogant figure slowly appeared in the thick smoke. His appearance was extremely beautiful, and his grace was unparalleled in the world.
And the sharp sword that flew out disappeared without a trace in an instant as if it had fallen into molten iron. Everyone saw this scene and backed away in horror.
"Drug lord? Master, are you finally willing to save me? I thought the Blood Palace already thought I was dead!"
From the stone pillar, a low question came out.
There was a crisp slap in the face, and Qixue Wudao's thin face quickly swelled up. The drug lord moved the golden lotus to the stone pillar and gently stroked the iron chains on it. However, all the iron chains seemed to have gone through thousands of years.
Corroded by years of wind and frost, it turned into fly ash in a snap.
"How can we desecrate the majesty of the master? This slap will make you remember it for a long time! The matter of the Blood Coagulation Tower has been revealed!"
The drug lord had a stern face and said calmly.
"Thank you!"
Qixue Wudao responded in a cold voice, moved his hands and feet, and looked at the frightened people not far away with murderous intent, especially the feminine old man at the back of the crowd.
"There are many opportunities for revenge, but if it delays the master's plan, the consequences..."
The drug lord chuckled, put his right hand on Weeping Wudao's shoulder, and said softly.
"Just let you live a few more days and let's go!"
A flash of fear flashed in Qixue Wudao's eyes, and he spoke fiercely to the people in front of him who were already frightened.
Black smoke billowed out, and the two men instantly evaporated on the spot, causing chaos in the entire dungeon.
...
In the main hall of Maoshan Garden, all the heads of the seven sects were present. Their faces were solemn, and their brows were filled with sorrow, as if something important was about to happen.
"I would like to thank you all for coming, Jiang."
Jiang Yunchen slightly cupped his hands and smiled lightly.
"Niubi, please stop whining and tell us what happened in the past few days?"
Ximen Wushang asked impatiently. They had traveled long distances in the past few days and finally found Jiang Yunchen, the person involved, and Guo Zique, the swordsman of Kunlun Palace, and others.
"Senior Brother Jiang, please tell me clearly, by whom did I, Uncle Guo of Kunlun Palace, get hurt? He was obviously just trying to eradicate an evildoer who was causing trouble in the mortal world, but why did he end up like this!"
Han Xiangnan was the most depressed. When he heard that something happened at Wangumen, he sent out people to investigate. Before the matter was clear, he took over the matter.
Several disciples were lost in succession, and Guo Zique's master and disciple are still unconscious.
What's even more annoying is that it's unknown who released the news about the incident at Wangu Gate. Could this be a conspiracy against Kunlun Palace? The more Han Xiangnan thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.
"Hey! Everyone, listen to me and tell me slowly..."
Jiang Yunchen let out a long sigh and recounted everything that happened that day. During this process, he couldn't help but feel a bit of emotion and sorrow. After all, Qingyao was from Maoshan Garden, and she was also his elder. There was no way he could have ended up with no bones.
If you survive, it can be regarded as a clear law of heaven, and retribution will be unhappy.
"Ask what love is in this world? It teaches you how to make love between life and death."
Meng Yufu sighed softly. As a woman, she can better understand what love is. Even if Qingyao is hateful and cruel, she is still a miserable person in the end. I only hate that she is jealous and blind, and does not understand the sanctity of love.
, the sincerity of love.
Just when everyone was silent, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed across the sky, and then black clouds quickly enveloped the entire sky. A red light spread rapidly. Within a moment, it was as thick as a city, and the red light penetrated the sky and the earth.
, extending into infinite chaos.
"No! This is..."
Dongfang Xiao's face changed drastically. He looked at everyone and saw solemnity and confusion in each other's eyes. Why was the gate to the three realms opened again?
The last time it was turned on, countless evil spirits were released, making the seven sects very busy. I'm afraid it won't end well this time.
"Let's quickly go back to each sect and arrange a response strategy, otherwise this time will be as embarrassing as the last time."
Lang Qingqing's brows were twitching wildly. The last lesson was still vivid in his mind, in which he lost three hundred elite disciples.
"Then let's say goodbye first!"
Han Xiangnan cupped his hands in front of Jiang Yunchen, looked at each other and left one after another.
"Who can find hope while looking up at the clouds and worrying thousands of miles away, laughing and talking about the mountains and rivers? Autumn comes with each year for a hundred years, and the rain in the mountains is about to come, and the wind fills the building!"
Watching everyone leave one after another, Jiang Yunchen's heart sank. It seems that Pangu Continent has undergone many changes since then. With such a weak foundation, can Maoshan Garden continue to stand among the seven sects?
In the side room not far away, Zhang Daoling looked at Jiang Yunchen, who was a bit stooped, with mixed feelings in his heart. This was originally his responsibility, but Jiang Yunchen silently bore it. He hated his own incompetence and weakness. If...
Alas! The world is full of tricks, and I am afraid that I cannot protect myself now. The name of this world-saver will soon be famous all over the world.
Zhang Daoling sighed bitterly and walked slowly towards the mountain gate. Perhaps only by leaving Maoshan Garden can he protect Maoshan Garden to the greatest extent.
The towering virgin forest reaches straight into Yunhan, the lush grassland carries a touch of moisture, and a small stream shuttles through the forest, with a clear and sweet "swishing" water flow.
The clothes are wet with the dew in the forest, and the face is lightly scented with the scent of grass.
Dozens of pedestrians in brown clothes were walking hurriedly on the forest path, everyone's expression was unified and solemn. Behind the team were nine tall young men, each carrying an old man on his back. Behind them, a girl in white clothes held up her hands.
The sword followed closely, and his eyes were very cautious, carefully observing the surrounding environment and trends.
This group of hurried travelers were the disciples of Wangumen who came from His Majesty Kunlun Mountain that day. At this moment, they all felt heavy and clenched their fists.
After learning that several elders actually risked their lives in order to preserve the foundation of Wangumen, and would rather sacrifice themselves to save the lives of themselves and others, these so-called elites, they became even more filled with grief and hatred.
I am saddened by the Lord, and angry that I and others are weak in cultivation and unable to make a comeback.
A loud "boom" sound came from the front, and the speeding crowd stopped in their tracks. Several towering ancient trees less than a hundred meters in front collapsed, the soil flew up, and sawdust scattered. Three figures walked slowly from the front.