"Yes, it's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Yun Wu frowned and nodded, his indifferent eyes swept towards the monsters that were gathering slowly on the battlefield, and nodded in agreement with Yue Chichang's words.
"Walk."
After everyone discussed it, everyone reached an agreement. Lu Qingming put away the barrier protecting the other disciples. Yun Wuwanhuo and others helped one or two injured people and left quickly.
No one dared to stay, and they all flew away with their swords. The sky was dark, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in blood.
From time to time there are flying sightings in the sky. When the injured people leave, everyone will fly in the direction of those people.
"This is... the Sword Sect? Are we in the Yihong Sword Sect in the fantasy world?" Yue Chichang, who had been following everyone, looked at the scene in front of him and spoke calmly.
After everyone stopped and looked at the scene in front of them, they suddenly realized.
The fairy mist is hazy, and the attic is hidden among ancient trees, surrounded by lush greenery, and covered by mist.
Looking around, I see thousands of winding peaks, crawling under my feet; the sky and the earth are vast, with the same color in all directions;
[It’s really the Sword Sect...the Sword Sect from a thousand years ago. 】
[The illusion of the battle between immortals and demons is indeed a battle led by the Yihong Sword Sect. 】
[It was precisely because of this that Jian Zong fell after the war. 】
[Now, a thousand years later, the sect only has less than a hundred people. 】
Qingjiu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him, his eyes were a little sour, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Yun Wu and Wan Huo only remembered this after hearing their junior sister's voice.
After thousands of years of fighting between immortals and demons, history books record that the Sword Sect has made indispensable achievements.
Qingjiu felt heavy in her heart. Thousands of years later, the Jianzong Mountains were already desolate. On the day she entered Jiqing, she even lamented the beautiful scenery of Jiqing City.
How could you imagine that the Sword Sect thousands of years ago was even worse than it.
"Xiaojiu, let's look around and see if we can find a way out."
She wanted to see this place, the love of her life.
"Sister Sake, let me go with you. I'm not worried about you being alone."
An Ranran, who had been unable to say anything, heard Qingjiu's words, and his eyes lit up. He walked to Qingjiu and took Qingjiu's arm, saying sweetly.
[If you follow me, I will be even less safe, sister. 】
[I know you mean well, but don’t be so kind yet. 】
"Ran'er, I'll accompany you."
At this time, even Lu Qingming on the side also started to mix in, without even asking if he wanted to drink sake.
"Then let's take a rest first, while we look around to see if there is anything abnormal."
After Wan Huo heard the younger junior sister's voice, he knew that she was unwilling and took the lead to speak out to save the situation.
[Thank you everyone, I’m starting to have a headache. 】
【I would really like to thank you. 】
[Is the road I take better? If I can’t walk by myself, do I have to follow it? 】
Sake expressed lack of understanding and disrespect.
As a few people moved around, the illusion around them began to change. People came and went in the originally empty Sword Sect, all holding long swords.
Injured people came back one after another, but even so, countless people went out one after another with swords in hand.
"It turns out that the Sword Sect was so prosperous in the past."
At this time, Wan Huo turned around and looked around, sighed, and finally fixed his gaze on one place.
"Is it the master? The master also participated in the battle between immortals and demons that year?"
Following Wan Huo's line of sight, it was Yan Qing.
He was no different a thousand years ago than he is now.
The same face is as picturesque as a banished immortal.
"Yes, it's Master."
Qingjiu, however, focused his attention on the other person beside Yan Qing.
Dressed in black, embellished with golden dragons, his sharp-edged face is as cold as a sculpture, and his pair of extremely deep black eyes are shining with an unpredictable light.
Master of the Sword Sect, disciple Yuan.
Although he was used to seeing his master who looked like an old man now, Sake could still recognize his mentor at a glance.
"Little junior sister, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes red?"
"It's okay, I'm just feeling a little emotional."
[I just heard how prosperous the sect was back then, but now I see it with my own eyes. 】
[Jian Zong was once truly the most popular sect in the world...]
[Even he still looks young. 】
"Little junior sister, don't be too sad. All immortal cultivators will remember the achievements of the Sword Sect. The fall of the sect does not mean that they have disappeared from this time."
Seeing Qingjiu feeling sad, Wanhuo felt that the junior sister was a soft-hearted person with a compassionate heart.
He said comfortingly.
"Indeed, sake girl, please don't be too sentimental."
Lu Qingming also comforted her in time. After saying this, he wanted to look at the silent girl beside him, An Ranran. However, when he turned around, he saw that there was nothing around him.
"Where's Ran'er? Ran'er, unfortunately Ran'er is gone!"
Lu Qingming turned around and didn't see An Ranran. At that time, his heart was lifted instantly. He turned around and looked around, but no matter what, he couldn't find the person he wanted to see.
I felt panicked for a moment.
Ran'er must not have anything happen to her. She, she hasn't...
Lu Qingming clenched his fists in frustration.
"Master Lu, don't worry, let's go look for him separately."
Wan Huo also noticed that the girl who was by his side just now was missing, but he was a little surprised.
This woman disappeared from my side for no reason?
Sake was disturbed by this sudden movement, and most of the sadness in his heart was washed away.
【Has it started yet? 】
Qingjiu looked back at the distance that the few people had walked, and the corners of his mouth moved.
[Let’s just say, it’s a bit exaggerated. Within two hundred meters, the person disappeared. 】
[Isn’t the plot a bit outrageous? Although we know that this illusion mirror is also an opportunity for the child of destiny, is this... um... a bit unreasonable? 】
"Xiaojiu, wait here, don't run around, let's go look for it."
He didn't have time to explain to his junior sister, but he blamed An Ranran for what his junior sister said.
This woman would really cause trouble for others, but she had no choice but to do so. At this time, she was already extremely pure, and besides, this illusion was indeed extremely dangerous, so she could only help find her.
"Well, Sixth Senior Brother Mr. Lu, please be careful."
Qingjiu replied lightly, but before the words could be finished, the two of them ran away quickly.
After everyone left, Qingjiu shuttled among the anxious people of the Sword Sect. It seemed that no one could see her. On everyone's face, there was compassion for the world and the determination to wish that all people in the world would die.
Somehow she subconsciously walked to the master's room.
Sake stood at the door in a daze.
I wonder if the master has just come back.
"Come in."
Qingjiu looked back and saw that there was no one else around. Considering that no one around him could see him just now, Qingjiu didn't think that the master was calling him.
But listening to the old voice now looks younger.
Sake had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
"Which sect are you a disciple of?"
Just when Sake was melancholy, a voice came from above.
"Second senior brother? Why are you in the master's room?"
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