Pei Feng walked tremblingly on the top of Maya Mountain for an unknown amount of time. A huge stone door caught his eye. The stone gate is several feet high. The three big black characters of "Wuji Gate" floated above the big stone gate, like someone using a huge brush to write ink out of thin air.
The big stone door was half open, and Pei Feng looked inside through the stone door. I saw countless pavilions, beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings inside. Countless grand buildings constitute a world of ink painting.
"This is Wuji Gate!"
"Who is coming?"
At this time, two voices came from inside the door. Then Pei Feng saw two young Taoist priests walking out of the huge stone door. His physical strength had reached its limit, and he couldn't see the face of the person coming. I could only vaguely hear the shocked shouts of the two young Taoists.
"You, who are you?"
"You are a human or a ghost!"
No wonder the two young Taoist priests were afraid. Pei Feng's whole body was now dyed red with his own blood. His extremely weak body was crumbling. He looked more like some kind of bloodthirsty ghost, extremely terrifying.
He spoke with difficulty: "My, my name is Pei Feng..."
After Pei Feng finished speaking, his body could no longer hold up and he was about to fall in front of Wuji Gate. At this moment, a gray shadow rushed out from the stone door. He supported Pei Feng's body very quickly.
"Senior Brother Zifeng." The two young disciples guarding the mountain gate today saluted the gray-robed Taoist priest. But they still didn't dare to step forward to help the bloody man.
The Taoist priest named Zifeng didn't care at all about the blood on Pei Feng. While he supported Pei Feng, his body sank and he carried Pei Feng on his back.
"You go and notify Master." Zifeng said calmly, "I will take you to my place to treat your injuries first."
"Yes, Senior Brother Zifeng." The two young disciples did not dare not listen to this Senior Brother's words. They saluted Zifeng again. Rushed into the mountain gate.
In Wuji Sect, an old man wearing Taoist robes was furious in a magnificent palace.
"How could a living person disappear out of thin air?"
This angry Taoist was named "Dunkong Taoist". It is the seventh elder of Maya Palace. He has many disciples. At this time, all the disciples were bowing and standing in the hall. He didn't even dare to take a breath.
"Xiao Li. Aren't you and Xiao Lu inseparable on weekdays? How come you don't even know where he is!"
The disciple named Xiao Li is thirteen or fourteen years old. Under the Master's questioning, he broke into a cold sweat. He stole a glance at the young man standing in the front. I felt even colder from head to toe.
Compared to his master, that senior brother made him feel more afraid. He knew that no matter what, he could not tell the truth. If the master finds out that he lied, he will most likely be severely punished, but if he tells the truth... As long as Song Xinyun doesn't die, he will definitely die in the future.
"Reporting to Master, the competition is coming soon. I have been busy practicing these days and have never looked for a path."
The corners of Song Xinyun's mouth moved imperceptibly.
Taoist Dunkong sighed slightly and glanced at each of his disciples. He thought in his mind that although he usually preferred small roads, it made him develop an arrogant character. He also had quarrels and even fights with some of his fellow apprentices. But it will definitely not cause brothers from the same sect to kill each other.
"You brat, where can you run to?"
Song Xinyun stepped forward and said, "Master, did he go down the mountain without permission?"
"Going down the mountain? The competition is approaching. Why is he going down the mountain?"
Song Xinyun said: "Maybe he chose to use the forbidden layer to refine his body?"
"Restricted level?" Taoist Dunkong nodded slightly, "That kid from Xiaolu likes to be competitive. The competition is coming, so it's possible what you said."
Song Xinyun's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew in his heart that Xiao Lu's matter had been revealed. As long as the master could believe that Xiao Lu could go to the forbidden layer to practice, he would have a way to make the master believe that he died in the forbidden layer.
Now Xiaolu's body has been eaten clean by vultures, and every piece of his flesh has turned into animal feces. Moreover, his dry wind bag also fell down the mountain and ended up unknown. Even if Master doesn't believe this, he can't find any evidence.
As long as those boys can shut up, this matter will be over. After the competition, he climbed the five peaks. Even if the matter was exposed at that time, Master Dunkong would not dare to punish him again. Because in Wuji Sect, the status of an inner disciple is actually higher than that of an outer elder!
Now it is a piece of cake for him to control several furry children. He grew up surrounded by intrigues. His father taught him more about scheming than martial arts.
Even Master Dunkong Taoist can see clearly. In his eyes, Taoist Dunkong is just an old Taoist who can't survive on Wufeng. His spiritual roots are insufficient and he cannot make further breakthroughs within his limited lifespan. He can only become a seventh elder in the Maya Palace under the Five Peaks and accept a few young disciples to support him slowly in his old age.
Song Xinyun said in her heart: "He regards Xiaolu as his little grandson in his old age. But master, I'm sorry for you. Your little grandson has exploded now!"
As for Xiaolu's death, Song Xinyun didn't take it to heart at all. The only thing that made him regretful was that he lost the dry wind bag. If it were normal, he would definitely not recognize it like this. But now that the competition is approaching, he doesn't want to cause any trouble for himself. After all, it is not an easy task to go down the mountain to find the treasure without telling the master.
For a moment, many calculations flashed through Song Xinyun's mind. He raised his eyes and glanced at Taoist Dunkong. Then he said: "Junior Brother Xiaolu must have made this choice because he wanted to get a good ranking in the competition."
Dunkong said: "Nonsense! The huge pressure on the stone steps will crush people. How dare he take such a big risk!"
Song Xinyun said: "Maybe it's because of resentment against Senior Brother Qing."
"Yeah!" Dunkong nodded slightly, becoming more convinced. "You brat, there is no second Qingqing in this world!"
Back then, Yuan Qing's body refining at the restricted level caused a sensation in the entire Wuji Sect. Later, many disciples followed suit. But most of the disciples returned without success, and no one could bear the pain. In the end, two disciples of the Maya Palace were crushed to death by the prohibition on the stone steps, which made people completely give up the idea of refining the body in the prohibition mountain.
When Song Xinyun heard the master's words, a cold look flashed in her eyes. It could be said that it was because of that person that he began to have a dissatisfaction with his master.
Dunkong continued: "In order to prevent the Heavenly Demon Sect from attacking the Wuji Sect, the leader personally placed a restriction on the second cloud layer. The restriction leads directly to the top of the Maya Mountain. Since then, only the sword can be used to pass through that section of the road. .”
Dunkong paused and then said: "So the Forbidden Mountain is a killing array. It is specially used to block the low-level monks of the Demon Sect. How can it be used to temper the body? There are dozens of stone steps leading to the mountain. You brothers, please go down and look for him. Don’t let that child get hurt by the Forbidden Mountain."
"Yes, Master!"
All the disciples were ordered to retreat.
"Xinyun, you stay."
Song Xinyun's heart moved slightly, and her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit. But his expression remained normal. Asked: "Master, what else can I do?"
Dunkong sighed and said, "It happened three years ago."
Three years ago, Song Xinyun received a message from Feiying at the foot of the mountain. It was a secret letter written by his father to him. It said that monks from the Central Plains had crossed the border and committed numerous crimes in the Qingzhou City area.
Song Xinyun hurriedly reported the matter to his master. Then, the Wuji Sect sent seven Maya Palace monks, including three elders, to eliminate the out-of-bounds demon girl according to the instructions of Lord Song. But the seven people have never returned since then, and there has been no news from them since.
Later, a disciple with a high level of cultivation on Wufeng personally went to Qingzhou City for this purpose. After investigation, he only found a small Taoist gate that had been abandoned for a long time in a valley. Except for two stone statues, there was no one else inside the Taoist gate.
"Xinyun, is there any new news from your father?"
"No."
Dunkong's face looked a little gloomy. The seven people who left three years ago were all masters and apprentices in Maya Palace. The three disappeared elders were all old friends who had known him for most of his life. The leading second elder is his best brother.
"The cultivation levels of the three elders have all broken through the soul realm. The second brother has even reached the middle stage of the soul realm. Who can keep the three of them at the same time?"
Song Xinyun said: "I think the elders will be fine. They may have received some kind of blessing and are practicing enlightenment, or they may have taken a few brothers out for some experience."
Dunkong nodded slightly, this disciple's words could always speak to his heart.
"The day before yesterday, Zifeng took you down the mountain for some practice. Did you gain anything?"
Song Xinyun's brain was spinning rapidly. The dry wind bag was what he got from this experience, but it was precisely because he saw how extraordinary the bag was that he paid more attention to it. Didn't tell anyone around me about this. Now it is naturally impossible for him to tell the story of the process of obtaining the dry wind bag.
At this moment, noise came from outside the hall.
"Who is making noise outside the door?"
A disciple guarding the mountain gate rushed in sweating profusely.
"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, a weirdo broke into Wuji Sect."
"Weird? What weirdo?"
"The man was covered in blood. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly. He seemed to be a man. I don't know where he came from. He suddenly came outside our mountain gate."
Elder Dunkong frowned.
"You can come up to Wuji Gate silently? Have you informed the Great Elder?"
The gatekeeper disciple was still breathing heavily, "Xiao, Xiaotian is gone."
"Where is that man now?"
"Senior Brother Zifeng took the man back to his residence. He said he wanted to heal his injuries first."
"Zifeng?" Dunkong naturally felt that this was very strange. Since the identity of the other party was unknown, why did Zifeng bring him into the mountain gate first? And you have to take it back to your own place? With Zifeng's calm character, he shouldn't act like this.
He felt more and more suspicious about this matter.
"Did you ask for that person's name?"
"I asked, and I remember he said his name is...oh, by the way, his name is Pei Feng."
"Pei Feng?"
"Pei Feng!"
No one noticed that Song Xinyun's eyes suddenly changed after hearing the name. A fierce and extremely murderous intention flashed from his pupils.
"It's been three years. Can the seven golden elixirs disappear out of thin air?"
