Bai Menglian moved quickly, feeling nervous but not panicked.
She has been stationed in Minghe for more than ten years and has encountered many crises. Her experience and strength allow her to make the most correct judgment.
There is a god-transformation monk on duty near the underworld barrier. As long as she sends out the signal in time and survives the initial period of time, you can escape safely.
Just when she was about to send the messenger, a familiar puff of smoke escaped.
She was startled for a moment, then clasped the communication talisman in her hand.
The smoke quickly enveloped them.
The gray-white mist carried a strong meaning of death. The Jindan disciples in the team screamed and used various means to try to stop it.
Bai Menglian moved very quickly, stretched out his finger, and a peach tree rose from the ground, sprouting branches and sprouting quickly. Soon it was full of green and peach blossoms were in full bloom.
The green leaves and petals flew away from the branches, most of them faced the gray mist, and a small part turned into barriers to help the golden elixir disciples.
As a result, the gray mist and mosaic leaves cut the patrol team apart, as if they were trapped in a magic circle.
Bai Menglian didn't use any spells anymore, but just observed the surroundings vigilantly.
Finally, a shadow emerged from the mist.
After catching her peach branch, the faceless man wearing the sheep's head mark said: "Fairy, wait a minute."
He raised his hand, and the gray-white mist condensed into fragments of jade: "Can you recognize this thing?"
Of course she knows it! Bai Menglian became excited: "Who are you? Where is my second sister?"
The sheep-headed faceless man was surprised: "It's Miss Bai. I'm so rude."
Bai Menglian couldn't care less about being rude. She had been in Minghe for more than ten years just for such news. Now that she had waited for it, how could she not be excited?
She calmed down, tried her best to calm down, and said, "You are not like those faceless people, but you are my second sister's messenger?"
A look of surprise flashed across the face of the faceless sheep-headed man, and he shook his head: "Your Majesty did not give me any instructions."
Bai Menglian was disappointed: "Then you..."
His attitude was really friendly, not like those from the Demon Sect at all, so she couldn't help but have some expectations.
The person said: "My surname is Leng."
Bai Menglian was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "Are you Leng Qiufeng?!"
The sheep-headed faceless man smiled. In fact, what he just said was a test. When he entered Huangquan, he told Cui Xinbi not to reveal his whereabouts easily. Bai Menglian told his origin in one sentence, which showed that she was someone Ling Bu trusted. Then
That would be easier to handle.
"It was not easy for me to come out. To make a long story short. Firstly, Your Majesty is fine now. I don't know how much she remembers from the past, but she kept me and asked me to take over Weiyang's position. Secondly, the strength of the Demon Sect in recent years
The injuries of those people have recovered greatly, and the day when the barrier will be opened is not far away..."
Bai Menglian nodded and wrote it down. This is very precious information. In thirty years, this is the only time he has gotten relevant clues from Huangquan.
Halfway through, Leng Qiufeng suddenly stopped in alarm, and then continued hurriedly: "Someone is coming. Remember to tell Sect Leader Ling to pay attention to the Demon Sealing Formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up, followed by a sharp sword light.
"Young man, please accept my sword!"
Leng Qiufeng immediately rolled up the gray mist and turned it into a blood-red sharp blade, which was light but also fierce in slashing it.
Sword Demon! This title from his previous life does not appear at this moment, but his strength is not weak!
Huge fluctuations arose on the banks of the Ming River, rocks cracked, and the river flowed backwards.
Bai Menglian only had time to release his body-protecting spiritual light and wrap up the Jindan disciples in the team before he was thrown out heavily.
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"Junior sister!" You Yan strode into the side hall and saw Bai Menglian who was receiving treatment on the chair, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Bai Menglian wanted to stand up and salute, but was stopped.
"Don't be too polite at this time." You Yan said.
Bai Menglian smiled gratefully and explained to her: "...Elder Ye of Danxia Palace was nearby and rushed over in time. Seeing that there was no advantage to be taken, the faceless man retreated."
Seeing that she was indeed not seriously injured, You Yan felt relieved and turned to look at the main hall.
The place was crowded with people, but she and Bai Menglian were not qualified to go in because there were all monks who transformed themselves into gods and the leaders of various immortal sects.
"The underworld is closed. I haven't seen anyone from the Demon Sect for a long time. This person suddenly appeared. Could it be that the barrier is about to be opened?" An Immortal Lord frowned and asked with concern.
Ye Hanyu nodded gently: "The faceless man who appeared is Weiyang, one of the twelve earthly branches. He is not an ordinary little character. We have reason to believe that the barrier will be opened soon."
The Immortals couldn't help but think of the battle thirty years ago, and their nerves became tense.
Both sides suffered heavy losses back then and made a tacit agreement to rest and recuperate after the war, but everyone knows that this is temporary and a new war will come one day.
The Immortal Alliance has been doing well over the past few years. The Demon Sealing Formation has been basically repaired. Although there are many monsters appearing in various places, they are just used to train the disciples. The cultivators of the God Transformation have come out one after another, and their injuries have basically been recovered.
Similarly, they can deduce the situation of the Demon Sect. Zishu and others must have recovered, and thirty years is enough for them to raise a group of disciples with good strength. You must know that the Demon Cultivation is known for its speed of cultivation.
The most worrying thing is the Demon Lord. In thirty years, her integration with the Dharmakaya must have taken a step further. Is it possible for our side to defeat it?
"Do Head Ning and Sect Leader Ling know about it?"
Ye Hanyu replied: "I have informed the leader and will arrive soon."
Wen Rujin also nodded: "Our sect master has also left seclusion."
The atmosphere in the hall was a bit gloomy, and Qingchuan said loudly: "You don't have to worry too much. If it is really necessary, our mountain chief will come to help at all costs."
When the immortal kings heard this, they all showed expressions of surprise.
"Senior Jianmu, are you ready?"
"Senior, can you join the war now?"
"Great! With seniors here, our winning rate has greatly increased!"
If you ask who is the cultivator closest to the way of heaven in this world, most people will choose Jianmu without hesitation. As a grass elf, he has a long life, and after thousands of years, his cultivation is unfathomable.
It is a pity that elves are indifferent by nature and rarely participate in disputes. Decades ago, in order to sense the whereabouts of the Demon Lord, Jianmu lost a lot of cultivation. Later, everyone also learned that he had been secretly poisoned long ago, so that he could not leave.
Lingcang Mountain.
Qingchuan hurriedly said: "Chief Shan is not completely healed, but it is a matter of life and death, and he will not just sit idly by."
Hearing these words, everyone's emotions cooled down a bit, but they still said sincerely: "Senior, you are very righteous."
Wen Rujin and Ye Hanyu looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
What Qingchuan said was "a last resort" and "life or death", which shows that the situation of senior Jianmu is still not optimistic. This upcoming war will ultimately have to be led by the two young leaders of the Immortal Alliance.