"Two of you, I haven't seen you for a few days, Hua Changkong is so polite!"
Hua Changkong's speed was extremely fast, he came from the horizon almost instantly, and he was worthy of their Dunyi Sect's reputation as "the fastest in the Immortal Realm".
"Brother Hua, you're welcome, what are you talking about?" Shang Jun and Hua Oiran returned the greeting, then looked at the broken glove in Hua Changkong's hand with strange expressions on their faces.
"Oh, this belongs to Brother Xiao. I just came from his place to see if there is anything left behind here."
Hua Changkong saluted again, and then floated directly above the battlefield, using his spiritual power to move towards the broken glove.
"found it."
Soon, with the resonance of spiritual power, spiritual light flashed in the wasteland below. Hua Changkong stretched out his hand to grab it, and a more broken and almost completely destroyed glove was caught back in his hand.
"Both of you, take your leave."
Hua Changkong seemed to have something else to do and was about to leave immediately.
"Brother Hua, wait a minute." The oiran requested in time, leaning slightly and said: "Brother Hua, can you stay for a moment and clarify our doubts?"
"This..." Hua Changkong pondered, hesitating a little.
The courtesan turned her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Hua, I, the Three Thousand Sword Sect of Wanhua Valley or Shangjun, have no grudge against fellow Taoist Xiao Hu, so please don't worry too much."
Hua Changkong was confused and felt a little embarrassed at this time. After thinking about it carefully, he responded: "Okay, what are your doubts?"
"Thank you."
The oiran smiled softly and bowed, causing Hua Changkong to take another look.
"Excuse me, did Brother Hua participate in last night's battle?" the oiran asked.
Hua Changkong shook his head and said ashamedly: "No, I suddenly heard that Brother Xiao was going to the Emperor Demon Gate, and I realized that something was wrong. When I arrived, the battle was over."
"Oh? How is Fellow Daoist Xiao doing now?" Shang Jun was curious.
"Almost close to death, but finally saved."
Hua Changkong looked a little bitter and said in a low voice: "My sect elders did not allow me to intervene in this matter, but I have a deep friendship with Brother Xiao, and I promised the sect that I will never end up personally, so now I can do something to help. "
The two nodded silently. Dunyijiao was not a giant in the Immortal Realm. He had insufficient foundation and strength, so naturally he did not dare to act arbitrarily.
Afterwards, Hua Changkong told the two of them exactly what he knew.
However, when he finished speaking, he noticed that their expressions had changed.
The oiran was slightly startled, with doubts in his beautiful eyes, while Shang Jun had an expressionless face, with a slight black line appearing on his forehead.
"Who are you two?" Hua Changkong whispered.
"How dare I ask Brother Hua, have you told anyone else about this information before?" Shang Jun asked with a dark face.
"Oh, on the way here, I ran into fellow Taoist Situ from the Yu Sect. He offered me a pot of water and asked me the same questions as you two."
Hua Changkong smiled, looked around, and asked puzzledly: "By the way, I vaguely saw him here just now, where did he go?"
"snort!"
Ahead, Shang Jun suddenly flicked his sleeves, startling Hua Changkong.
"One pot of water was exchanged for six top-quality spiritual stones. What a good plan!" Shang Jun's mouth twitched, and he wished he could take Situ Yu out and beat him up.
"This is really..."
Even the oiran, who was always calm, had a wry smile on his face, not knowing what to say.
Hearing this, Hua Changkong was not a fool. He immediately realized that these two people might have been deceived. He quickly bowed and ran away, saying: "You two, that's all I know. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. "
"Brother Hua, do it yourself."
The oiran and Shang Jun nodded slightly. They couldn't take it out on Hua Changkong and could only watch him leave.
"It's so hateful!" After he left, Shang Jun whispered viciously before he could recover.
"That's all, the people of the Jade Sect have always been like this. Let's go to other places to see if there are any clues." The oiran had flowers at his feet and was about to leave, but he was very discerning.
Shang Jun nodded and was about to follow, but suddenly turned around and looked towards the distant horizon.
In a daze, he saw a figure staring at him, standing in the sky, standing in the strong wind thousands of feet high, like a solitary peak that never fell or a star that never fell!
His spine was like a sharp sword, his eyes were like lightning, and with a strong fighting spirit, he stared at Lord Shang from a distance of tens of thousands of miles.
"Brother Shang, what's wrong?" The oiran turned his head and saw that Mr. Shang was not moving, so he asked softly.
"It's okay, he's just a fellow traveler."
Shang Jun withdrew his eyes, turned around and followed.
"A fellow-minded person?"
The oiran whispered and cast his gaze into the distance, only to find that there was no one there.
But the sword intent that remained in the air and split the air currents still made the Oiran's delicate skin feel a slight sting even from a very long distance away.
…
At the same time, somewhere in the valley of Yidi Mountain.
Surrounded by high mountain walls, cold valley water is constantly dripping, and there is a stream below. The banks are covered with moss, making it quiet and cool.
Two figures, nearly ten meters apart, were facing each other here.
"Why did you stop me?"
One person was wearing a bamboo hat and a dark red robe, with scarlet blood coming out all over his body, like a demon slayer returning from the Shura Field, which was extremely terrifying.
Opposite him, a bald monk was the complete opposite. He wore simple robes and had a quiet temperament. It seemed that nothing could touch his sinking heartstrings.
But this is not the case.
"Brother Jiang, why is this happening?" the monk lamented.
"Get out of the way."
Jiang Li said very little and pointed his sword horizontally at this moment.
The bloody sword edge was squirming all the time, and it looked like it was dripping blood, or like blood mist was filling the air.
"Xue An."
Mo Dao looked at Jiang Li's sword with a somewhat nostalgic look on his face. Then he shook his head and said in a deep voice, "You can rest assured that I'm still not on any side. Qi Yuan has already gone to Xiao Hu's place, so there should be no one left." Serious problem."
Ahead, Jiang Li was speechless. After a moment, he took back Xue An, pressed his hat, and walked straight forward.
He didn't want to say much.
But when the two were about to pass each other, Mo Dao still sighed: "Where to go?"
"Kill Zong Qing."
Jiang Li paused and heard a low voice.
"Why must we kill! Haven't we killed enough yet?"
Mo Dao suddenly turned his head and looked at the brother he had not seen for a hundred years. He grabbed his shoulders and shouted, "Do you know why I stopped you but not Qi Yuan?"
Jiang Li remained silent and did not speak.
"Why do you want to kill Meng Ding!!"
Mo Dao asked loudly, his voice rising up layer by layer, but it could not penetrate the valley. Instead, it kept echoing in the valley.
Hearing this, Jiang Li's body trembled slightly, and pictures flashed through his mind.
Finally, he slapped Mo Dao's hand away and continued walking forward.
At the same time, a heavy voice came again.
"It was them... they were the ones who killed Tanashiro and Samera first!"
Jiang Li growled, this was the biggest fluctuation in his mood in so many years.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Dao's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.
He looked at the bloody figure that was quickly moving away, his pupils flashed, and he slowly clenched his fists.
This time, he didn't stop him.
…
Another mountain road.
Duan Mutian was dressed in black, looking at the blurry figure in front of him, both of them were slightly silent.
"I still want to ask you why you did that in the first place." The figure asked.
"The source of Xu Yue's power is weird, and it can't be found in the fairyland... Only the mysterious restricted area, ancient ruins, or the four poles can possibly spread that kind of magic."
Duan Mutian stared ahead and said slowly: "A prosperous age is coming, and a great disaster is about to occur. Such hidden dangers must be eliminated."
"He is not." The figure emphasized.
"But he didn't say it." Duan Mutian shook his head.
The two were silent for a few breaths, and then the figure sighed again: "You just want power."
"Yes, and no. A hundred years have passed by, and the merits and demerits should be judged by future generations. What we did will be judged now."
Duan Mutian smiled and bowed: "You think so, Brother Gu."
