There is fog everywhere in Xuanbing Palace, and a demonic shadow emerges from time to time.
Yang Xiangtian casually scattered one of them and cursed: "What the hell, why are there so many!"
Elder Niu cleaned up the other side and said, "Is this the result of the Faceless Man's transformation? If we break through later, Xuanbing Palace will become a demonic realm."
Just as Yang Xiangtian was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. His mind felt something brushing past him, and he immediately jumped up: "Where to go!"
This escaping light flew by extremely fast, and its breath was even more familiar.
He was overjoyed: "Zi Shu!"
Judging from the available information, Zi Shu is undoubtedly the person in charge of the Faceless Man. If we could catch him, it would be a big win!
Yang Xiangtian cheered up and said, "Senior Brother Niu, let's chase him!"
Elder Niu agreed and chased the escaping light with him.
After their figures disappeared, a person came out of the mist, it was Zi Shu.
He put on a black robe to hide his figure and face, turned around and walked away in the other direction.
Without escaping light or using magic, he left calmly like a silent shadow in the Xuanbing Palace where fighting was everywhere.
Arriving at the camp at the foot of the mountain, Zi Shu stopped.
The Immortal League has set up a defense line here.
However, the transformed gods have gone after people, and the monks stationed here have relatively low cultivation levels, so there are not no loopholes to take advantage of.
So he casually picked up a monster, held it like this, and walked towards the checkpoint in a majestic manner.
"Senior brother, thank you for your hard work." Seeing the sword on his waist, the guarding disciple called out and asked someone to take over the monster. Then he took out a book and asked, "Senior brother, what's your name, and which sect is your disciple? "
Zishu replied: "Yang Feichuan, Wuji Sect." After saying that, he took out the token and waved it.
The guarding disciple carefully registered in the register, checked his token, and stretched out his hand: "Senior brother, please."
Zishu responded calmly and left the level.
The defense of the Immortal League is tight on the inside and loose on the outside. You can come and go at will after leaving the level. When he gets out of here, he is free.
Just as he was about to leave the temporary camp, a female cultivator stopped him: "Brother, wait a moment!"
Zishu paused and walked over slowly.
"Yes, it's you!" The man waved enthusiastically, "I see you have just come down from the Xuanbing Palace. It has been transformed into a demonic realm and your body will be invaded by demonic energy. There is an exorcism soup here. Come and drink it. Bowl, so as not to leave any hidden dangers."
The steaming bowl of soup was quickly thrust into his hand, exuding the scent of spiritual herbs.
"Drink quickly! What are you doing standing still?" the girl urged, "Hurry up, others want to drink too!"
Zi Shu smiled and slowly drank the bowl of exorcism soup.
——Which medical cultivator made this soup? It will burn you when you drink it. Fortunately, his cultivation is profound, so there is no big problem.
"What's wrong? Isn't it enough? Another bowl?" Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the girl actually wanted to serve him soup again.
Zishu promptly refused: "No, that's enough."
She was very sorry: "This soup is the Wuji Sect's secret recipe. It uses the basis of the exorcism pill, which you can't eat normally..."
This female nun was really verbose, and Zi Shu was afraid that she would say something else, so he put the bowl down, apologized, and left.
Watching him walk away, the girl asked casually: "Which disciple is this? He looks like a swordsman, and he is dressed strangely. Isn't he from the Wuming Sword Sect?"
The disciple who was guarding the checkpoint happened to be on shift and wanted to come over to drink a bowl of exorcism soup. He replied smoothly, "Don't you know, Senior Sister Ji? He is from the Wuji Sect!"
Ji Xingge stopped and said, "What did you say? Wuji Sect?"
Because she was taking care of Ying Shaoguang, she didn't make it in time to enter the battle, so she just helped in the camp.
"That's right!" the disciple recalled, "It seems that his surname is Yang, his name is...Yang Feichuan!"
Yang Feichuan!
Ji Xingge's expression changed drastically, he threw the spoon away, turned around and left.
"Hey, Senior Sister Ji!"
Ji Xingge walked quickly to the tent and asked
: "Is Elder Ma here?"
The others went into the Xuanbing Palace, and the Huashen who stayed in the camp was Elder Ma from the Tianyan sect.
It was quiet for a moment, and then someone opened the curtain and came out: "It's Senior Sister Ji! Shandao found traces of the demon cultivator, and Elder Ma went over there."
Ji Xingge's expression changed slightly, and he immediately took out the emergency communication jade talisman and activated it directly.
Yang Feichuan was Yue Qingyang's disciple, and he had a good friendship with Ying Shaoguang, so Ji Xingge naturally recognized him. He didn't come here at all, and he wasn't a swordsman either.
This person disguised as Yang Feichuan was probably a demon cultivator. After drinking the exorcism soup, she was fine, and she didn't even feel any abnormality in her breath. Her cultivation level was set to be above Nascent Soul!
Transform into gods and demons!
We can't just let him run away!
Ji Xingge sent out the jade talisman and prayed secretly, hoping that the elder of the Transformation God would be nearby...
Just as she was thinking this, a gust of wind suddenly passed around her.
Ji Xingge felt a great sense of crisis and used the Phoenix True Fire Technique without hesitation.
It's a pity that she suffered a lot in the ancestral temple and has not recovered yet. As soon as the Phoenix True Fire burst into flames, the wind suppressed it and extinguished it.
Ji Xingge was shocked and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
The figure of the man, like a ghost, suddenly arrived in front of her and reached out to grab her neck.
"Ah!" Ji Xingge shouted, but he had no strength to resist.
The demon cultivator just left and returned, stood in front of her, and slowly took off his
hood.
An ordinary face appeared in front of him.
Faceless man!
After a brief silence, screams broke out and the entire camp was in chaos.
Zishu glanced over indifferently, not caring about others at all, he just looked at her: "Little girl, it's not good for people to be too smart."
Ji Xingge was held by his neck. He glanced over with difficulty and asked, "Are you Zi Shu?"
Zishu smiled slightly: "Yes, you are quite discerning."
Ji Xingge then asked: "How come you have Yang Feichuan's token? Who are you?"
Zishu snorted and didn't answer.
Not getting an answer, Ji Xingge felt really uncomfortable and continued: "Yang Feichuan didn't come, so you couldn't have picked up his token, so who are you? Are you from the Wuji Sect?"
Yang Feichuan is not well-known outside. He is not Ling Bufei or Ying Shaoguang. Who would think of pretending to be him? This Zi Shu must have a great connection with Wuji Sect!
Zishu didn't expect that she would keep asking questions in such a situation, which was both a bit annoying and a bit novel.
The Immortal League disciples behind him gathered together and tried to form a formation to fight back.
Zishu glanced at it, flicked his sleeve, and a sword energy blasted out, overturning the entire camp.
The disciples in the camp suffered heavy casualties. When those who were lucky enough to survive got up, where were the shadows of Zishu and Ji Xingge?
At the same time, the nearby god-transforming monks noticed the fluctuations transmitted by the jade talisman.
"No! It's Senior Sister Ji!" Bai Mengjin was about to enter the Xuanbing Palace
