Some monks wanted to find some clues.
"The battle just now is not like an ordinary battle. At least it is in the late stage of Qi training. The smell of blood here is still a bit strong, which proves that not long after it ended, there were no monsters or monks on the scene... maybe both sides will be hurt..."
The eyes of these people were full of greed, and they all fantasized about being able to pick up the slack.
After Lu Qingye left, he did not rush to other places immediately.
The territory here is complex, and it is impossible to travel far at the moment.
It's better to find a hard-to-find place, adjust yourself, and confuse some monks.
As expected, not long after, the mirror array disk she arranged outside was touched.
Lu Qingye's consciousness penetrated into the array, and he immediately saw several monks running towards the road where she left their footprints.
After arriving in the secret realm, Lu Qingye finally realized what it means to be truly sinister.
Although these small things are not as big as Shanhe City, their subtle point is that they are closely related to everyone.
After a few people left, Lu Qingye immediately changed places.
After several people walked to a certain distance, they still didn't find Lu Qingye, and someone suddenly reacted.
"No! We fell into a trap!"
Several people looked at each other.
"Think about it, when we come here, we meet all qi-training monks. Even some of the foundation-building elixir monks in the past were all qi-training cultivators... Even if that person has the ability to reach heaven, it is impossible for him to run like this after the war. Far."
"Yes! And now that I think about it carefully, the subtle traces on the road...some seem to have deliberately led us here!"
Several people immediately turned back, but when they arrived near the scene of the battle, there was no one there.
Several monks couldn't help but grit their teeth.
"Fuck! So cunning!"
Other monks also came to the scene. When they saw several groups of people, all the monks looked at each other warily.
"Walk!"
Without benefits, if you stay here any longer, you may become benefits in the eyes of others.
After they left, several casual cultivators looked at each other, and the leading old cultivator shook his head.
Secretly messaged several people.
"Those people are all casual cultivators. They don't have many good things with them, and they are not easy to do anything about. Now our key figures should be placed on the disciples of the sects and aristocratic families, especially the direct disciples of the big sects..."
The old monk's eyes were dark and vicious.
As they were both casual cultivators, he certainly looked down upon the things in those people.
At this time, the disciples of those sects and aristocratic families are moving wealth.
Moreover... some of the sect's genius disciples didn't need them to do anything at all.
Pretend to be pitiful and act kind, so you don't even know how the other person died.
This kind of easily obtained fat meat is of course much easier to chew than these rotten bones!
Outside the Secret Realm of the Ancient Scroll, the senior officials of Shangyao Sect looked at the news they received with ugly expressions on their faces.
In the sect soul hall, the disciple soul lamps were extinguished too frequently during this period.
There are some disciples that they have spent countless resources and carefully cultivated.
Although they all understand that it is not strange for a monk to die in the process of cultivating immortality.
But they have heard the secret news from several sects and aristocratic families.
Obviously something may have happened in the secret realm, and it may even be something targeting the disciples of those sect families.
But now that they are outside and have no evidence, they cannot make a conclusion based on their own guesses.
At this time, when people in Qingxuan Continent are in turmoil, if there is random suspicion, it may provoke internal strife between the Sanxiu Alliance and the sect family.
Although casual cultivators are mostly a gathering place for low-level monks, their strength is low, they have no resources and no background.
However, huge crowds may also cause big problems if not handled well.
Fu Yichen has also been paying attention to the news about the Zongmen Soul Palace during this period.
Of course he was also heartbroken and angry about those disciples who had fallen.
He is also worried that among these fallen lists, there are names he has been paying attention to.
Because there were too many things about the fallen disciples, things gradually escalated, and the pressure on the Immortal Alliance became more and more intense.
The formation masters of the formation alliance even broke through the formation barrier overnight.
Some of the lower-ranking forces did not dare to speak out at this time when they heard the rumors, for fear of being embarrassed and standing out.
Everyone is in danger.
There is a depressing atmosphere in the air.
In the secret realm of the ancient scrolls, Lu Qingye stood among the ruins.
A world of silence and endless tombs.
It's just that they are all wordless monuments, and I don't know who is buried underneath.
Although it is clearly a mass grave, there is nothing uncomfortable about it.
There wasn't even a weed, and there was solemnity all around.
Lu Qingye walked into the tomb and stopped abruptly.
"Ding ding ding!"
The crisp sound of wind chimes rang, echoing throughout the tomb.
An ancient legend from the world of immortality suddenly flashed in Lu Qingye's mind.
In Qingxuan Continent, there has always been a rumor that in the ancient battlefield, there were frequent battles and countless lives died.
Many people on the battlefield were unable to return to their hometowns, so they left their affairs in the hands of their compatriots who fought with them.
Whoever is still alive collects the body of the deceased.
And if those monks who died in battle had justice in their hearts and had no resentment or regret after their death, they would not have a sinking spirit.
Even around their corpses, all evil spirits retreated!
And the soul bells are the souls of the dead heroes welcoming their compatriots and old friends...
When he first heard it, Lu Qingye felt shocked and regretful.
In the world of immortality, there will always be monks trying to find their place of residence and want heroes to return home.
But war brings more than just death.
Souls are displaced, and their separation and flight are happening all the time.
Some people leave and come back again, but they have already turned into mulberry fields, and everything has changed.
The ringtone is clear and sweet, as if happy and joyful.
The listener also feels refreshed.
Lu Qingye pursed his lips, straightened his waist, took out some spiritual wine from his storage bag, scattered it around the tomb, and bowed.
The aroma of wine floated in the tombs, and the sound of wind chimes became louder and louder.
Lu Qingye continued to move forward, but did not see a little green light appear under her feet.
The tombs seemed endless, but Lu Qingye didn't feel tired.
Until I saw a tombstone in front of me that was different from the surrounding ones.
"Qingxuan Shen Family Shen Yu..."
Lu Qingye suddenly stopped.
Qingxuan Shen family Shen Yu?
Lu Qingye felt that the name sounded familiar, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
I understand why I feel familiar.
There are many famous powerful seniors in Qingxuan Continent. Their names have been passed down to future generations and are remembered by countless people.
Among them, the Shen family, the first-class family of Qianhaizong, once had an ancestor named Shen Yu.
It's just that according to rumors in the world of immortality, the ancestor ended up in the Shen family.
Lu Qingye didn't know if the senior Shen Yu in this tomb was the same person as the Shen family member, or if they just happened to have the same name.
(End of chapter)
