"Beiyun Mountain! Other courtyard!"
Shen Bobiao suddenly screamed, and a ray of light hurriedly flew towards the vast mountains in the north.
Yang Zhen saw that his mood was not right, so she didn't dare to neglect him and chased him closely.
A distance of tens of miles was reached in an instant. The red walls and black tiles are looming among the trees.
The two people's eyes immediately froze.
Compared with the intact sect main courtyard, there are only collapsed and dilapidated buildings left here.
Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere.
Shen Bobiao's expression changed drastically. He staggered into the courtyard from mid-air and looked around tremblingly.
Yang Zhen looked intently and saw that some fungus spots had grown between the collapsed huanghuali wood pillars. It was obvious that what happened here had been going on for some time.
A fragment of the Guardian Jade was trampled underfoot.
He leaned over to pick it up, looked at it for a moment, and pondered: "The green jade was taken away by King Lu. These spiritual jade have lost their function, but they are still hanging and not taken away. This shows that..."
"This battle should have taken place two years ago, shortly after we left."
no respond.
Yang Zhen looked up in surprise and found that Shen Bobiao had rushed to the backyard and was staring at a row of burned houses in a daze.
That was the residence of the disciples who practiced here. Yang Zhen came here in hiding that day, searched Zhou Yuan's house, and also listened to the conversations of the disciples.
"Lan'er, Lan'er, where are you? Dad is here to find you!"
"Don't let anything happen to you. Dad is going to take you to a good place and bring you happiness!"
"Lan'er——"
Shen Bobiao murmured to himself, and suddenly he seemed to have turned into a dying old man, with a haggard expression and a sad voice.
Yang Zhen sighed secretly. It had been happening for so long that even Yiyi might not be able to find any useful clues.
However, Yiyi, who had been refining the Five Elements Spiritual Beads and Colorful Stones for the past two years, gave him a surprise.
"Brother," Xiao Xiancao said crisply: "There is a valley seven miles southeast, and there is something down there."
…
The valley is dark, like an inverted spire, with dangerous peaks standing on both sides. One side has a huge peak rising thousands of feet from the ground, and the other side cuts across it. The cut surface is smooth and shiny, as if a giant sword had cut it in half.
Yang Zhen passed over the cliff and fell straight down the deep valley. Shen Bobiao didn't know why and followed him blankly.
The further you go down, the denser the shrubs and flowers on the cliff become, and the valley becomes more eerie and terrifying.
The two soon discovered something strange.
On the side of the valley close to the cliff, a large number of stones and loess were piled together, with a height of thirty to forty feet, and there were broken and bent trees everywhere.
The loess is overgrown with weeds.
Yang Zhen summoned the two former disciples of the Divine Will Sect from space.
"You all work together to move these clods of soil away." He ordered.
Shen Bobiao's pupils suddenly shrank, he had already guessed something, and his face suddenly turned ashen. Without saying a word, he took off the sword from his waist and dug it out with all his strength.
The two disciples didn't know what was going on, so they followed suit step by step.
One from Zifu and two from the foundation. In just a few breaths, most of the hill had been flattened.
A body is revealed.
The corpse has long since rotted into white bones, but most of the monks' robes are invulnerable to water, fire and dust. They can last for a long time even in the wind, wind and rain. They still look basically intact at this time.
The light blue silk straight skirt is exactly the dress worn by Shenyi Sect disciples.
The two disciples were horrified. One of them hurriedly picked up the token on the body. He swept away his spiritual thoughts and said in a voiceless voice: "Senior Brother Liu, it's Senior Brother Liu Yizhen. Why is he here?"
Before the screams stopped, another body was dug up.
Next, more and more corpses appeared one after another. Most of the clothes were intact, but some were dilapidated and even the remains were incomplete.
The two disciples were already in tears: "Junior Brother Qian, it's Junior Brother Qian!"
"Junior Sister Yan, Junior Sister Yan is dead too!"
"Who did this!"
"Uuuuuu——"
Shen Bobiao was like a walking corpse. Only when a corpse was dug out, his dull eyes would move rapidly. After a quick glance, he would continue digging with his head down, his expression showing both fear and a bit of hope.
Less than half an hour later, all the corpses were cleaned up and placed neatly on the ground.
"Lan'er, Lan'er is not here?" When the identity of the last corpse was confirmed, Shen Bobiao said in surprise, with a mix of sadness and joy on his face.
"How much?" Yang Zhen asked.
One disciple sobbed and replied: "Two hundred and twenty-two people."
"How many disciples does your Shenyi Sect have in total?"
At this time, Shen Bobiao regained some energy and replied on behalf of the disciple: "To return to the young master, before King Lu arrived, the Shenyi Sect, including elders and disciples, totaled two hundred and forty-three people. Later, he was sent by King Lu to follow him. Seventeen of the people who went to Jiuyou Stream to explore the secrets together with the sect disappeared one after another. The soul tablet left by the sect was broken, and they obviously died inside."
"Furthermore, the three of us left with the young master, so there are still two hundred and twenty-three people left."
He looked at the remains on the ground and said sadly: "Except for the villain's daughter, they are all here."
"Have there been no new disciples in the Shenyi Sect in the past few years?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.
"Shenyi Sect is a small sect. It is in a remote place and has insufficient resources. Very few people find it here. We recruit disciples. Almost every ten years, we send elders to look for some casual cultivators who can be trained, so the number of disciples is not large. "
Yang Zhen nodded, pointed to several broken corpses and said, "Are these people from the other courtyard?"
"yes."
"It seems that the monks in this courtyard were probably killed silently, so their bodies are intact," Yang Zhen said, "I think there must have been a big battle in the other courtyard."
"What the young master said is absolutely true," Shen Bobiao responded: "There are about thirty disciples in other courtyards, and the number of broken remains here is almost the same."
"Have any of their belongings been lost?" Yang Zhen then asked.
"The storage bags on the disciples' bodies are basically all there. The rings on the hands of the First Elder and the Third Elder have been taken away." A disciple replied.
"The villain just used his spiritual sense to investigate in this courtyard. The sect's secret vault has not been touched." Shen Bobiao added.
"The murderer didn't come for money." Yang Zhen sneered, already having some guesses in her mind.
"Let's go and have a look at Jiuyou Stream." He greeted.
…
In the past two years, Yang Zhen has considered returning to Jiuyou Stream to temper his soul more than once. However, most of the chaotic energy in his body was used to heal Mu Zixue, which was not convenient for the moment.
Not long after, several people came to the illusion formation behind the other courtyard.
Although the sapphire was taken out, the formation here was not affected. Looking from a distance, it was still filled with clouds and mist.
But when I took a closer look, I immediately noticed something was wrong.
"The phantom formation was destroyed," Yang Zhen said, "However, this is a fourth-level formation. That person did not have the ability to destroy this formation. He only changed some of its layouts with external forces. Therefore, the original method can no longer be used. used."
This was not a difficult task. Yang Zhen immediately called Mu Zixue and Qin Mingyue out of the space.
Mu Zixue was proficient in formations, and Qin Mingyue was equally accomplished in formations. The two women looked at the swirling mist, first observing intently, and then discussing with each other.
Yang Zhen originally had a very good foundation in formations. Although the fourth-level formations could not be cracked, she could still understand the discussion between the two women. She couldn't help but listen with interest and felt that she had benefited a lot.
As excited as him was Yiyi.
Although Xiao Xiancao was far more knowledgeable than the two girls, she was limited by her cultivation and could not completely get rid of the formation's confusion. At this time, after thinking about it based on their discussion, she immediately had an enlightenment.
About two hours later, Qin Mingyue smiled brightly and greeted everyone: "Follow me."
Mu Zixue ignored it indifferently, looking completely different from before.
…
After passing through the illusory formation of clouds and mist, there is a long corridor, which is no different from two years ago.
The difference is that various spiritual grasses can be seen from time to time in the corridor. They were the seeds planted by Yang Zhen that day to prevent King Lu from absconding. Now they have taken root and sprouted.
Not long after, everyone arrived at the entrance of the corridor. In front of them was still the bottomless Jiuyou Stream.
Under the strange looks of several people, Yang Zhen grabbed the protruding stone on the cliff at the entrance of the cave and climbed quickly to the left.
After about four or five feet, he suddenly bent down and fished it out from the hole under his feet.
A trembling woman was carried in his hands.
PS: I originally wanted to write a big chapter to end the plot of the Divine Mind Gate, but it seems that there will be another chapter.
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