Lan Xiaoyu and the others felt that the world was suddenly getting bigger and smaller, and time was getting faster and slower. It's like being in some otherworldly space. But the three of them knew very well at this moment that they were rescued!
The one who rescued people was Yan Ke.
"Senior Yan, is this the art of shrinking the ground into an inch?" Mu Yu asked.
Yan Ke's eyes swept over Mu Yu and Tian Heng. He didn't say anything but just smiled playfully.
Lan Xiaoyu said silently to Mu Yu and Tian Heng, "Shh, they haven't flown back to our corpse area yet. Those people must still be chasing them."
Yan Ke said calmly: "They can't catch up."
Lan Xiaoyu naturally understood that what Yan Ke said was true. The strongest ability of the corpse domain monks lies in the corpse leader. The strengths of the Corpses are their indestructible bodies and unrivaled speed. Only the beast spirit monks who capture high-level beast spirits who are good at flying are qualified to compete with the corpse path monks in terms of speed.
Several people flew back to the Corpse Realm smoothly without encountering any obstruction.
Yan Ke led everyone to the top of a high mountain. Lan Xiaoyu didn't know the name of this mountain. After all, the Mountain of Thousand Corpses where she was back then was still on the outskirts of the Corpse Domain. And Yan Ke's territory is naturally the core area with the strongest Yin energy in the Corpse Domain.
Yan Ke's residence looks nothing special. And that's exactly what's most special. This place does not look like a corpse realm.
There are several open courtyards on the top of the mountain, with grass growing and orioles flying, and they are full of life. Only Yan Ke lived on the top of the mountain, but every courtyard was kept clean and tidy by him.
The three of them randomly found a courtyard to stay. Yan Ke had previously warned not to make any noise here, let alone approach his residence. Because his wife likes purity.
After Situ Jing was taken away by Yan Ke, the three of them looked at each other, unable to hide their joy.
Sure enough, their efforts were not in vain, Yan Ke still noticed them. The two thousand-year-old corpses and the ten thousand-year-old mysterious ice touched the heart of this cultivation giant.
On the road to cultivation, great opportunities are fleeting, and when the opportunity comes, you must fight to the death.
From the moment they saw Yan Ke flying into Fengdu, they had the idea of becoming a disciple. This was an extremely rare opportunity. After all, it is not easy to see this big shot in the corpse realm.
After several twists and turns and narrow escapes, the three of them now have a firm foothold in the corpse realm. In addition, they also recaptured Pei Feng's Pearl of Wisdom. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
Situ Jing walked slowly behind Yan Ke. Looking at the garden full of flowers, she couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect Senior Yan to be so elegant."
"My wife loved these flowers and plants when she was alive."
The ghost realm monks and the corpse realm monks were incompatible, but only the corpse realm Yan Ke had always been an indelible mark in Situ Jing's heart.
Although Situ Jing didn't want to admit it, she knew very well that Corpse Dao Yan Ke's cultivation talent was far superior to hers. And she was moved by this man's unswerving loyalty to his wife.
After entering a main hall, Yan Ke said straight to the point: "You can stay here for this period of time, but you will definitely die if you return to the ghost realm."
"Senior, what kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this matter?"
"The ghosts and demons snatched the compass fragments naturally in order to enter the divine spring."
"But the Ghost Demon Realm already has their own sacred weapon. Why do they have to completely break up with our Ghost King Sect just for a quota?"
"I'm afraid this quota is not reserved for monks from the ghost realm."
"how do I say this?"
Yan Ke fell silent, and Situ Jing still wanted to ask questions. But he saw that Yan Ke had already stepped out of the hall. Only a deep voice floated back, "The ghost world is going to change."
There is a grand canyon with no end in sight in the Southern Border Beast Territory, forming a chasm that separates the Dead Forest from the mainland. And in this grand canyon is located a top sect in the world of cultivation - Hidden Immortal Valley.
The mountain gate of Yinxian Valley stretches for thousands of miles. There are tens of thousands of monks in the valley. Only such a huge sect is qualified to guard the human-animal barrier.
But now, the blood in the Grand Canyon is overwhelming. The former paradise of Cave Heaven was destroyed by countless ferocious beasts and was in a mess. Countless corpses of ferocious beasts piled up into hills. The rotting corpses reeked of corpse stench. While the monks were cleaning up the valley, they were on guard against the ferocious beasts attacking again.
The core area of the valley has not been affected by the war, and it is still a rare treasure place in the world. Countless boulders are suspended high in the sky, forming the spectacle of flying islands in the sky.
On the largest flying island, there is an extremely simple hall.
At this moment, there are thirteen women standing in the hall holding swords.
Sitting in the main seat was a long-haired monk in white clothes. This man's face is like a crown jade, and his appearance is extremely handsome. Like a person in a painting. His every move seemed ordinary, but there was an aura of immortality in his movements.
This is the famous Master of the Hidden Immortal Valley in the world of cultivation—Ren Qingshui!
After listening to the stories of the thirteen women, Taoist Master Xianyun frowned. He turned his head to look at Qing Shui and sighed: "Hey, I can't believe that Feng'er is actually a demon cultivator."
Qing Shui said: "Fellow immortal demon cultivators, this boy is the number one in ancient and modern times."
Everyone in the hall actually heard some appreciation for Pei Feng from Qingshui Ren's tone.
Lin Xue said the last few words Mu Jianping said to the thirteen of them word for word in the main hall. The several cultivators in the palace can naturally easily distinguish its authenticity.
The man in Qingshui repeated in a deep voice: "He would rather bear the eternal infamy than to end this period of heavenly karma." After saying this, he looked at Jingxin, whose eyes were filled with tears. "The meaning of the Zhenwu sword is the word 'true'. He can use Zhenwu to The swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation, which is enough to prove that he has no evil intentions."
As soon as Qingshui Ren said these words, there was an instant silence in the hall. This is the evaluation made by a mainstay in the world of cultivation about the great demon Pei Feng.
Taoist Master Xianyun sighed: "Oh, this boy should be the savior chosen by the White-headed Immortal Yuqing."
This sentence thrown out by Xianyun shocked everyone again. Even Qing Shui's complexion changed slightly.
Xianyun did not explain any more. Qingshui naturally understood the basis of Taoist Xianyun's inference in an instant.
Pei Feng is the only descendant of Xianweng. He once rescued the divine beast Feng Lan from the reborn people of the Wu Clan at the top of Blue Rock Peak. It couldn't be a coincidence that he could pierce the immortal weapon with one sword using his Soul Realm cultivation.
There must be a big shot manipulating heaven behind Pei Feng's back to make this cause and effect happen. From this, it is not difficult to infer that Pei Feng is the person chosen by the immortal.
There was a faint sound of sobbing in the hall. Xiao Xiao did not expect that the separation from her junior brother in the Mu family would actually be the separation of life and death.
There was also apology in her tears. She could never forget the scene where those people in the Mu Family's Zuixian Hall followed Pei Feng without any scruples. Those talented monks chose to trust their Valley Master unconditionally. But that kind of trust, she, a close senior sister, has never given to her junior brother.
Qingshuiren's words were like a heavy punch hitting Xiao Xiao's heart. Senior Qingshui judged his junior's character just by his one-style Zhenwu swordsmanship. And they, Xing Kuifeng disciples, had spent time with their junior brother day and night...
Xiao Xiao looked at Han Mengjie, who was standing at the end of the palace. Her face was ashen and there was no luster in her eyes.
Han Mengjie felt Xiao Xiao's gaze. Their eyes met, and at that moment, tears flowed out of Han Mengjie's eyes uncontrollably.
Heartbreaking cries echoed in the hall. Han Mengjie plunged into the arms of Master Jingxin.
"Master, Master, Xiao Xiao..."
Han Mengjie kept repeating the names of the two closest people. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time poured out at this moment like a flood that burst a dam.
All the cultivators in the main hall couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, a disciple from the Hidden Immortal Valley flew into the hall to report. Another large-scale beast tide is approaching the Hidden Immortal Valley.
The man in Qingshui frowned slightly. "Activate the formation and fight."
The monks in the temple seemed a little numb to the incoming tide of beasts. At this time, another disciple hurriedly rushed into the hall.
"Reporting to the Valley Master, something has changed in the Western Wilderness! Information has just been sent back. The cultivation army from the Western Wilderness Demonic City has been dispatched!"
