Before Han Keshu came back, Gu Qingxi said goodbye to Mr. He, Qi Xiangdong and others, and left the Qingyuan City branch of the Benevolent Heart Alliance.
Moyun Ridge is located to the west of Qingyuan City, so unlike when they came, the group left the city through the west gate.
Compared with the main city, the west part of the city is obviously much more remote and not so prosperous, but it retains many ancient buildings, giving people the feeling of being more ancient.
Gu Qingxi listened to Di Feixue's explanation of the origins and allusions of those ancient buildings with great interest, as if she was visiting scenic spots in her previous life.
"Hey, isn't that Lu Xuanyuan? Why is he here?" Di Feixue suddenly stopped talking and looked at a figure in surprise.
Following her gaze, she saw a garden not far away, covering an extremely large area. It was probably the place where large-scale celebrations were held in Qingyuan City, and it was also used by the people in the city to play on weekdays.
It was still early in the day, and there were only a few people in the garden. A lonely figure was walking deep into the forest, and it was Lu Xuanyuan who was silhouetted.
"He couldn't have been hit too hard and wanted to come here to commit suicide, right?" Feng Xiatian looked at the garden, looking around, guessing which tree was suitable for hanging. I also thought, should I save someone's life rather than build a seven-level pagoda, and destroy the big tree suitable for Lu Xuanyuan to hang himself as soon as possible?
"Tch, he's a demon cultivator. If he wants to commit suicide, just give him a knife. If it doesn't work, just give him a few more. Why bother?" Di Feixue said disapprovingly.
Ever since Gu Qingxi rejected the position of leader of the Demonic Doctor Alliance, she has returned to her usual hostility towards demonic cultivators, and her eyes are filled with contempt when she mentions demonic cultivators.
"No, his situation is wrong." Gu Qingxi looked at Lu Xuanyuan and raised her brows slightly.
Although Lu Xuanyuan has been a little lost these days due to the severe blow, in Gu Qingxi's opinion, such behavior is normal.
The once proud man of heaven was suddenly trampled on the soles of his feet - and truly trampled on his feet. No one else would be any better than him.
Sometimes even she couldn't help but feel sympathy for this unfortunate child.
But at this time, Lu Xuanyuan's condition was obviously abnormal. His eyes were empty, his steps were frivolous, and he looked like a zombie.
What alarmed Gu Qingxi the most was that there was a faint coldness about Lu Xuanyuan's body.
That is the breath of evil cultivators.
"What's wrong?" Di Feixue asked doubtfully.
Gu Qingxi didn't say anything and followed him with gentle steps.
Of course Lu Xuanyuan was not an evil cultivator, otherwise she would have discovered it during the competition - after being trampled like that, she did not believe that he had any reservations or was hiding something.
At this time, Lu Xuanyuan was probably controlled by evil cultivators.
But she didn't know who the other party was and what she wanted to do. Gu Qingxi didn't want to alert the enemy.
Seeing Gu Qingxi's solemn expression, the others stopped speaking and quietly followed behind.
Gradually reaching the depths of the garden, with no one else around, Lu Xuanyuan suddenly stopped in a forest clearing and stood motionless.
"What does he want to do?" Di Feixue gathered her energy and asked.
"Let's take a look first," Gu Qingxi said.
The morning breeze blew by, bringing an icy chill. The sparse trees around were swaying gently, and the dead leaves made a rustling sound.
Lu Xuanyuan's lonely figure stood there, giving people a strange feeling, and at the same time, it also gave people an inexplicable feeling of depression.
Suddenly, Lu Xuanyuan's figure flickered, instantly became nothing, and then disappeared.
"What's going on?" Di Feixue exclaimed.
"Enchantment!" Gu Qingxi reacted immediately, but there was also a hint of surprise on her face.
Of course, Lu Xuanyuan could not disappear for no reason. He must have entered a barrier.
But when the barrier is opened and closed, there should be some movement.
But this time, they were completely unaware of it, and it felt as if Lu Xuanyuan had really disappeared out of thin air.
"What kind of barrier is this and I don't notice it at all?" Di Feixue came to the place where Lu Xuanyuan disappeared and looked around with an even more surprised expression.
"Evil cultivation barrier." Liao Kong said solemnly.
He is a Buddhist cultivator and has a keen eye, so he has long noticed the strangeness in Lu Xuanyuan.
"Evil cultivator!" Di Feixue's eyes became sharp.
Although in the Tiancang Continent, the Immortal Sect and the Demonic Way have been as strong as fire and water since ancient times, they still have a common enemy, and that is the evil cultivator!
In fact, no matter where they are, evil cultivators are the public enemies of the world of cultivation. No matter whether they are immortals, demons, or monsters, they are incompatible with evil cultivators, and even the demons are no exception.
"Lu Xuanyuan should be controlled by evil cultivators, but this barrier is not necessarily caused by evil cultivators. Although evil cultivators' cultivation methods are evil, they may not be able to set up such a barrier. It may be left by other strong people. It happened to be discovered and exploited by evil cultivators." Gu Qingxi shook his head and said.
"No matter what, let's find Lu Xuanyuan first." Di Feixue looked anxious.
Of course she was not worried about Lu Xuanyuan's life and death, she was worried about the evil cultivator's intention to control Lu Xuanyuan, and what was the plot to let him come to this barrier?
Without further ado, everyone gathered their consciousness at the same time to find the barrier.
But after searching for a while, nothing was found.
"Let me do it." Long Qianli said suddenly.
"You?" Di Feixue was a little doubtful.
They spent so much effort but couldn't find any sign of the existence of the barrier. What could Long Qianli do?
"Little junior sister, watch carefully." Long Qianli slowly pulled out the long sword without explaining.
What do you like? After hearing his words, Di Feixue became even more confused.
But soon, she saw the answer.
After concentrating for a moment, Long Qianli suddenly struck out with his sword.
This sword was so sharp that it was like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky.
Although the sword light was moving straight forward, at this moment, everyone had the illusion that the sword light was striking towards them, unable to dodge, let alone resist.
What is even more shocking is that after the sword light was struck, it did not expand like other sword cultivators did, but quickly condensed, then condensed, and finally condensed into a small point.
How is it possible, how did he do it, to condense the sword energy into one point!
Everyone was dumbfounded, even Murong Yi, who wielded a huge sword and was extremely violent.
Stronger monks all know that the more solid the sword energy, the more powerful it will be.
But you know, you know, it’s not that easy to do it.
After all, people and swords have their limits. When the sword energy is condensed to a certain level, not to mention the long sword in the hand, even the sword cultivator himself cannot bear it.
Therefore, even a genius sword cultivator like Murong Yi cannot condense the sword energy into one point.
The stronger the sword skill displayed, the more dispersed the power is.
Many times it seems that the sword energy is unstoppable, making some low-level monks envious, but in fact it is not her intention, but a helplessness.
Gu Qingxi also didn't expect that the third senior brother's sword skills were already so strong.
