Yanyang is one of the best disciples of the new generation of Tianyan Sect. He grew up being held in the palm of his hand by the sect since he was a child, and he inevitably became a little arrogant.

Just now, she and several junior sisters worked together to kill a huge demon.

When he stepped on the monster's cold scales and pulled out his beloved sword with force, Yan Yang felt his heart beating violently.

The sword edge that had always been clean was dripping with the demon's blood. The lizard's eyes were still open, and the pupils that were standing in a crack seemed to be staring at it resentful.

Yan Yang calmed down his trembling hands and regained his confidence. Although they were a little embarrassed, they finally killed the monsters, which was much better than those small sects who were scared to tears as soon as they left the city gate and even suffered casualties.

I wonder how those annoying guys in Guiyuan Sect are doing, so why should I faint from being scared?

Because the two sects are close to each other, they are always used to compare with Fu Yun and Miao Honger, and they are a little disgusted with all the disciples of Guiyuan Sect.

She looked up and wanted to joke with the silly newcomers, but her eyes widened by the scene not far away.

The sky above the battlefield was gray and sparks were flying. Many people, like her, looked blankly in the same direction after killing the monsters.

In the mid-air where the smoke was rolling, a man burned flames with his arms, controlling a flaming red dragon wandering around to burn the monster.

A huge magic statue's golden body was slowly standing up from the thick smoke, lifting its golden soles, stomping the monster beneath it with one foot.

These are not the main things. What is even more surprising is that the girl in red sitting on the clouds. Wherever the flowing clouds pass, the sword energy is like a storm and blizzard, harvesting the lives of countless demons along the way. The surging fighting spirit spread out, like a shabby bone, making people shudder.

"Golden Pill Cultivator! That is a senior from the Golden Pill stage."

"When did Guiyuan Sect have such a young Jindan monk? It was silent and there was no sound at all."

"I heard that it is Xiaoyao Peak, a disciple under the seat of Xingting Zhenren. It's amazing, it's amazing."

People looked at the battlefield where demon corpses were piled up, and they were talking.

"You, how old did you just say she was?" Yan Yang asked the junior sister beside her.

"Ten...six or seven years old. It's not wrong. When I saw her ten years ago, I was still a little baby."

The difficult battle is finally over.

The city gate was closed again, and the monsters in the sky seemed to have experienced the terribleness of human beings and temporarily stayed away from Huacheng.

Outside the city wall was filled with monsters' corpses and blood. Many young monks who had experienced actual combat for the first time were holding the wall and retching.

Most people were still excitedly discussing the battle just now.

At this time, Mu Xue and his group were particularly eye-catching when they were walking through the crowd. Their evaluations were completely different from those half a day ago. No one mentioned their youthful and useless words, but they all admired, admired and admired them.

Several old friends from different sects sat on the high ground, watching the group of young people who were just starting out.

"Guiyuan Sect has been amazing over the years, and the newcomers they have trained are so amazing."

"Sixteen-year-old Jindan monk, tsk."

"No wonder our leader went to Guiyuan Sect to discuss the matter of retiring the demons."

"Is that true? The oldest elder Shang of my sect has also passed."

"Huh? Master Lefan from our Academic Academy rushed there alone."

"So many seniors who have been famous for many years are gathered in Guiyuan Sect at this moment."

Mu Xue and his group sat on the ground near the teleportation array of the sect, recuperating and resting.

"It seems that the monsters here in Huacheng will be expelled soon." Zhuo Yu said. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and return to Qingjing Peak. Now the sect is empty, and there is not even a person to serve the master, which makes him feel unhappy.

"Yes, I hope it's over soon and it's time to hurry back." Mu Xue thought about the person waiting at the foot of the mountain for him to go back. He must have spread the quilt obediently.

At this moment, the six people present heard the talisman jade they were wearing with them, and a strange sound came from the sound of the sound.

Ye Hangzhou, who was alone in Biyun City, heard the sound.

Fu Yun, who had just killed a monster on the battlefield, changed his face drastically. He took off his talisman jade with him in disbelief.

Miao Honger, who was sitting in front of the iron pot and eating, also looked down at Fu Yu on her waist.

All the disciples of Guiyuan Sect scattered around the world heard such continuous chirping from Fu Yu at the same time.

The talisman that the disciples of Guiyuan Sect have not heard of for hundreds of years, but as long as they are disciples of Guiyuan Sect, they have read it in the introductory manual.

When the fu Yu roared together, the mountain protection formation was broken, and the master sect was in danger. All our disciples should go back and help quickly.

Zhuo Yu's face turned blue in an instant, and he immediately rushed towards the teleportation array not far away.

The magic array that was still bright and bright a moment ago quickly dimmed in front of everyone, faded away the light and became some ordinary lines.

The disciples of Guiyuan Sect who were in different places discovered that almost all the magic circles that returned to the master were closed the moment the talisman sounded.

Even if the demons invade, it is impossible to break through the mountain and close all magic circles. The only possibility is that the elders who stay in the sect cut off the path for their disciples to return to the mountain to help.

These days, the deliberate act of the head of the sect's real person suddenly became strange. A strong sense of inappropriateness arose in Mu Xue's heart.

Zhuo Yu stood on the magic circle, almost disbelief, and knelt down and shouted, "Open the door, Master! Let Zhuo'er go back! Open the door!"

The roar was heart-wrenching and spreading from afar over Flower City.

However, no matter how loud he shouted, such a roar could not be passed back to the sect of the master thousands of miles away with everyone's anxiety and grief.

Mu Xue suddenly remembered what the head of the sect said to him before leaving, "Zhuo'er is sensitive by nature and values ​​friendship. Please Xiaoxue, please take care of me more for me."

It turned out that the head of the sect was waiting here, and he wanted to comfort and watch his youngest personal disciple after such a thing happened.

"Senior brother, don't lose your composure for now," Mu Xue grabbed Zhuo Yu's arm and pulled him up. "There may not be something wrong for the division commanders. We will find a way to borrow from other sects."

Zhuo Yu looked at her pale,

Mu Xue advised Zhuo Yu not to panic, but in fact his heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley.

She and Zhuo Yu know more about Xu Kun's powerful strength and his grudges and entanglements with his master's sect.

At this moment, in the inn at the foot of Jiulian Mountain, Cen Qianshan, who was tidying up his bed, looked up at the window.

In the sky, a black meteor dragged the long tail of thick smoke, cut through the sky, knocked open the Lotus Mountain Protection Formation of Jiulian Peaks, and rushed into Guiyuan Sect.

Cen Qianshan turned his head and continued to spread the bed sheets in his hand. For a moment, he almost wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen this.

In his heart, he didn't like Guiyuan Sect very much. In the past, although the master was cold, he was the only one in his heart. Unlike now, there were many people pretending to be there all the time.

A beautiful sect gave her peach blossom branches to her senior brothers, and those senior sisters who were kissing and holding hands with her, and the master and uncle and leader who were always kept by her.

She even refused to return to the Demon Spirit Realm because of this sect.

Perhaps it would be a good thing that this place was destroyed by the demon.

Isn’t it better to stay here and wait for the master to come back? Although I have already become a baby, I still have a power comparison with the external demons.

Cen Qianshan sighed softly and looked at the direction where Guiyuan Sect was full of resentment. He reached out and closed the door of the inn. The next moment, his figure had already appeared outside the mountain gate of Guiyuan Sect.

The huge green lotus slowly gathered its petals on the ground, and the layers of petals turned back into buds from blooming.

Someone was reversing the mountain protection formation and completely wrapped the powerful demon that fell from the sky into the magic circle.

Originally, I was hiding in such a powerful magic array. Even if the world outside was turned upside down, at least it would be fine in Guiyuan Sect, right?

Now, in order to protect the people of the world, we sacrifice our lives and the cave that has been passed down for thousands of years in the entire sect?

What kind of ignorant thought is this? No wonder the entire sect has been from top to bottom...

How is it from top to bottom? Cen Qianshan carefully recalled all the disciples of Guiyuan Sect he knew.

From Fu Yun and Miao Honger whom I met ten years ago, to the group who entered the Demon Spirit World not long ago, and Ye Hangzhou in Biyun City.

The master who lives among them always smiles anytime and anywhere, and her happiness is real.

Cen Qianshan's eyebrows and eyes became gentle.

Well, this should actually be a good place.

Just as he tried to enter the closed mountain protection formation, a struggling sack fell out of the closed lotus.

It seems that this similar mataut Cen Qianshan had seen, and Zhuo Yu had one in his hand. It is said to be the famous magic weapon of his master Dan Yangzi.

Cen Qianshan opened the sack and a man who described his embarrassment emerged from it. The man was wearing a Confucian shirt and did not look like a cultivator, but rather a bit like a teacher in the ordinary world.

At this moment, the teacher looked angry and got up and rushed towards the magic circle. Although he was wearing Guiyuan Sect's talisman jade, he was bounced away by the closed magic circle.

The man was unwilling to accept it and punched it in boxing, "Bastard! Senior brother, you bastard! Open the magic circle for me! Open it!"

The closed lotus formation did not move at all, and there was no response to him at all.

The man came to his senses and noticed Cen Qianshan beside him. After realizing his amazing cultivation, he took a little alert and vigilance and gave a junior gift.

"I am in Su Xingting, Xiaguiyuan Sect. Thank you for your help. I wonder where the seniors follow the name of the seniors?"

Cen Qianshan equated the three words Su Xingting with his master. He was shocked and used his spiritual power to hold Su Xingting's hand, not accepting his greeting.

"I happened to be nearby and saw a sudden change in the Lotus Mountain Protection Formation. So I came over and took a look." Cen Qianshan said vaguely.

The world has changed drastically, and occasionally those masters who cannot come out of the world come out to investigate the situation.

Su Xingting couldn't enter the mountain gate, and didn't know what the situation inside the gate was. He was extremely anxious and thought about the rest of the matter. He turned around twice outside the gate like a headless fly, barely suppressed his heart fire, took out the eggs he carried with him to produce heaven and earth, and made a fortune for his master's sect.

Cen Qianshan opened his eyes wide when he saw the familiar world in his hands.

The world in the eggs, thousands of mountains are continuous, silver snow is everywhere, and three coins are turning around in the air. As the white snow slowly settles and covers thousands of mountains, golden coins have only determined the fate of the world.

Looking back on the past, I was still young and nervously gave the first mature work I made to my master.
To be continued...