A group of ten people from the Qingyun Sect walked in the Death Swamp for several days, and met disciples sent by Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley. The three parties met at one place, and there were all acquaintances here.
Tianyin Temple is still led by Dharma and Dharma, and among the disciples of Fenxiang Valley, there are also Li Xun and Yan Hong, but after meeting, their relationship with each other is not the same.
The Qingyun sect disciples headed by Song Xing lived in harmony with everyone in Tianyin Temple, talking and laughing, but Fenxianggu and his party were somewhat distant from these two sects, and seemed to have deliberately kept a distance.
That night everyone stayed near the bottomless pit.
After lighting a bonfire and instructing his junior brothers and sisters not to move around at will, Song Xing invited Li Xun, the Dharma Minister of Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, to one side and discussed quietly.
At this moment, Li Xun frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain deep in his eyes, but he still maintained a kind look on his face, and whispered: "Senior Brother Song, are you worrying too much?"
Song Xing smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Li, if you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am all ears."
Seeing that both Song Xing and Fa Xiang were looking at him, Li Xun paused for a moment, and then said: "I thought that since our three sects entered Zeze, we have been invincible, and the disciples sent by Changsheng Hall have been defeated by us again and again. And since After the battle at Qingyun Mountain, all the masters of Changsheng Hall were dead and injured. Except for one Yuyangzi who was still struggling to support the overall situation, the rest were not a concern at all. But Senior Brother Song said that there are dangers tonight, is it too much? "
Song Xing pondered for a moment and said: "In the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall, the sect leader Yu Yangzi is extremely high. We cannot underestimate him. In addition, since the Changsheng Hall emerged as one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, there have been eight For hundreds of years, the so-called centipede insects have remained dead but not stiff, and they are determined to get this rare treasure in the dead lake, so it is inevitable that they will jump over the wall in a hurry, so we'd better be careful!"
If he were alone, he would naturally not be afraid of any means of the Demon Sect, but with the junior brothers and sisters of the Qingyun Sect, it was naturally better to be cautious.
Although the Changsheng Hall is not what it used to be, it is still one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, and Yu Yangzi is the top master of the Demon Sect. If they shamelessly carry out secret attacks, these young disciples of the righteous path in the bottomless pit will not be able to survive. Apart from him, there may not be anyone who can resist it.
Although Li Xun was a bit proud, being able to become the most outstanding disciple in Fanxiang Valley was not without any resourcefulness. After hearing Song Xing's analysis, although he didn't agree with it, he still didn't raise any objections.
So the three of them discussed again, made some arrangements, extinguished the bonfire, and waited quietly.
The night in the Death Swamp seems to be shrouded in dark clouds, perhaps because the fog rises from this huge swamp every night.
The night sky was so gray that not even a single star could be seen, not to mention the moon.
Near the Bottomless Pit, where the righteous young disciples stayed overnight, except for a few remaining struggling and burning bonfire ashes, everything was quiet and there was no sound.
Looking vaguely in the darkness, those righteous disciples huddled in their clothes and quilts, covering their whole bodies tightly. After all, the young people did not practice enough and could not withstand the bone-chilling night chill in the dead lake.
The disciples of Changsheng Hall silently surrounded this group of people from all directions, quietly waiting for Yuyangzi's order in the darkness.
Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall, was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind in the swamp blew by, causing his clothes to flutter slightly. He looked extraordinary, like an immortal.
After the battle at Qingyun Sect, he suddenly fell into the scheme of the other three factions of the Ghost King Sect, causing all the masters in the sect to be damaged.
In recent years, the power of the three major sects of the Demon Cult has continued to grow. Yuyangzi was so worried about this that he could hardly sleep at night.
Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and right next to Changsheng Hall, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the death swamp.
Yuyangzi was full of surprises. If he could really get a rare treasure like Qingyunmen's "Ancient Sword of Execution of Immortals", there would be no problem for Changshengtang to protect itself first, and then Xu Tu would develop, so it might not be impossible for him to turn around in the future.
Under this situation, Changshengtang regards the rare treasures in the Dead Pond as belongings, and will never allow others to get involved.
But I don't know who leaked the news. Within a few days, the news spread all over the world. Suddenly the world looked at him with suspicion, and masters of good and evil gathered to die in the lake.
Yuyangzi was shocked and angry, but at this moment, he could no longer retreat, so he mobilized all the strength of the Changsheng Hall and deployed it in the dead lake. On the one hand, he tried his best to find the whereabouts of the rare treasure, and on the other hand, he was responsible for sniping the invading foreign enemies.
For the sake of the life and death of this sect, Yu Yangzi is already desperate!
That night, Yuyangzi received a secret report from his disciples that a group of righteous people were stationed near the "Bottomless Pit" outside the dead lake ahead.
As Song Xing and others expected, Yu Yangzi led his men desperately to the bottomless pit, hoping to kill all the disciples of the righteous path first and seize the opportunity.
Seeing the true form of the righteous disciple, Yu Yangzi no longer hesitated. He turned his right hand and a strange black and white mirror appeared in his hand. Then it flew into the air and flashed a dazzling light in the night.
All the disciples of the Changsheng Hall shouted at the same time, spreading far into the night, swarming up with boundless murderous intent!
But before they could make any move, several lights lit up again in the darkness!
Crisp and sharp sound, sonorous dragon roar.
Like a sharp sword piercing the sky, it suddenly appeared in the deepest part of the darkness and rushed towards the disciples of Changsheng Hall.
Screams rang out, rain of blood sprayed, and in an instant, a large number of the disciples of Changsheng Hall fell down!
In a flash of lightning, the righteous people who had been prepared appeared one after another, each took their magic weapon and went straight to kill him.
Killing those who are intentional and unintentional naturally takes a huge advantage, and the righteous disciples here are all outstanding successors of various sects. Their spiritual practice may not be as good as that of people like Yu Yangzi, but they can deal with ordinary disciples. It's far better than that.
At this moment, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the good and the devil have always been hostile, and they will never show mercy when they strike. All kinds of lights are flashing in the night, and the screams are endless. The smell of blood suddenly rises, floating in this place. In the swamp.
Although there are many elites in Changsheng Hall, in this encounter, both good and evil disciples came out in full force. The two disciples, good and evil, fought in darkness on this plain, killing corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Even the surrounding trees and grass blades were soaked in blood, a sad sight.
Regardless of whether they are in the righteous way or in the devil's sect, they all try their best without reservation.
Yuyangzi raised up his power, with one hand and one arm. The Yin-Yang Mirror magic weapon in his hand was unpredictable, black and white, mysterious light bursts, and no one of the righteous disciples could stop it.
It wasn't until Song Xing took action that he stopped him!
"It's you!" When he saw Song Xing's face clearly, Yuyangzi's heart sank, and he recognized the Qingyun sect disciple who killed the Poison God.
Ten years have passed, and his Taoism has long since reached its peak. And Song Xing, who was able to single-handedly kill the Poison God ten years ago, where will his cultivation be now?
Before he had time to think too much, the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand emitted a blazing light and struck it towards Song Xing, shouting: "Everyone from the sects should retreat first, I will stop the rear!"
In the void, Song Xing's figure flashed fiercely, and a sword energy hit Yu Yangzi in the back, causing blood to bleed from his mouth and nose, causing him to stumble and fall, in a miserable state.
Yuyangzi screamed loudly, the Yin-Yang Mirror flipped and flew, and the black and white mysterious light blocked Song Xing's several deadly sword energy.
Then Yuyangzi sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly glowed brightly. It was forced to hold the sword formation above its head, and the body spurting out blood quickly disappeared into the darkness and ran for its life.
