Xuan Ye laughed dumbly and did not respond. Instead, he waited for the remaining people to catch up before continuing to walk up.
This section of the road was very long, as if it had no end. After walking for a long time, we came to a wider platform.
This place looks like a room. Looking up, there are many bookshelves with ancient slips on them.
"Senior, let's take a rest for a while? Everyone's cultivation is not as good as yours, so they have been exhausted for a long time."
Hanqiu almost never stopped talking along the way. He kept getting close to Xuan Ye, and his temper was more lively, which reduced a lot of boredom.
Xuan Ye didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and went deeper into the room.
The stairs have reached the end. According to estimates, there are still at least two-thirds of the distance. If you want to go up, you have to find another staircase.
However, why are there so many ancient slips in a place like this?
He curiously took out a book and found that it contained ancient history. Upon closer inspection, the things written in it were not humans, but monsters!
"Why does the history map of the demon clan appear here?" Xuan Ye asked in his heart, but did not get an answer from Gu Mei'er.
He continued to walk forward and found that the records were all about the demon clan. He was so fascinated by them that he didn't realize that a strange mirror quietly appeared and floated above the bookshelf.
"Sayako."
Gu Meier called out softly, bringing Xuan Ye back to his senses. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow flash past. He immediately became alert, took out the jade dragon hair and slowly probed forward.
"whee…"
A weird laugh sounded, hoarse as if a needle was piercing my heart.
Xuan Ye walked around the corner and found an old man in ragged clothes huddled in the corner, holding a bronze mirror in his hand with a look of madness on his face.
"whee…"
Shi Chong showed his yellow teeth and emitted a weird laugh. His eyes flashed, as if he was controlled by something.
"Baby, this is my baby!"
He grinned ferociously and crawled into the darkness like a mad dog.
At this time, Xu Shirou came over after hearing the noise. When she saw Shi Chong's shadow passing by, she immediately took out her spiritual pen and rushed forward.
After a while, the sound of fighting sounded in the darkness.
Xuan Ye wanted to catch up, but he looked up and saw an ancient prismatic mirror.
This side is not only larger than the one on Shi Chong's hand, but also more delicate. At first glance, a gray human face is suspended in the mirror.
The person in the mirror looked like a young girl, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a gray-haired old woman, grinning widely.
Although there is no sound, it makes people feel desolate and chilling.
Xuan Ye was shocked to find that the scenery in front of him became distorted. His body did not move, but his soul was pulled into a certain space.
He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, used the pain to calm his mind, and then recited the instructions silently.
A flash of green light, accompanied by a soft chant, pierced the ancient mirror like a sharp sword.
The moment the green light struck, the ancient mirror suddenly disappeared in mid-air, as if a bubble had been popped.
"Senior, are you here?"
Hanqiu passed through the bookshelf and saw Xuan Ye alone, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't Shirou catch up? Not with senior?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of fighting started again, and the bookshelf burst into pieces.
Xu Shirou flew backwards from one side, with blood still flying in the air, and knocked down three bookshelves before coming to a stop.
"Shirou!"
Hanqiu hurriedly lifted up Xu Shirou, only to see her eyes were red and there was hatred in her eyebrows. She didn't know what had happened.
"Hehe! If you want to steal my treasure, there is no way!"
Shi Chong landed on the bookshelf like a monkey, and the ancient mirror in his hand turned into a pale human head at some point.
The head suddenly opened its eyes and grinned. It was Shi Chong's head!
Everyone looked horrified and stared blankly as Shi Chong disappeared into the darkness.
Xu Shirou collapsed on the ground as if she had lost all strength. The hatred in her eyes was not gone, but her body was trembling. She was obviously frightened by the scene just now.
Hanqiu was better, his face was still a little pale, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Is that the master of Hualing Sect? Why did it become like this?"
Xuan Ye doesn't know either, but it must be an illusion. I can only say that the mirror is very mysterious.
"It's all retribution!" Xu Shirou's voice was cold and stern as she stood up and walked back alone.
Hanqiu looked worried and sighed softly: "Senior, Shirou said you saved her. Did something happen in the field that day? She is usually very gentle, and she will never be like this..."
Xuan Ye shook his head, recalling in his mind the despair and determination on Xu Shirou's face when she took the lives of her disciples with her own hands, perhaps all her hatred was directed towards the master of the Hualing Sect.
"But..." Hanqiu changed the topic and the light in his eyes became cold.
"Shi Chong is usually very cruel and harsh to his disciples, and he often resorts to torture. Now he makes us scapegoats for the sake of the treasure. He must have regarded us as abandoned children. Seeing him look like this now, I feel a little happy!"
Xuan Ye saw tears in her eyes, and she knew the grievances in them. She sighed in her heart and said immediately: "I'll go find the stairs." After saying that, she went deep into the place alone.
When they walked to a deserted place, Gu Meier sent a message: "Xiaoyezi, that mirror is a treasure, no worse than the Longlong Cauldron!"
Xuan Ye also felt something strange. Shi Chong's appearance seemed somewhat unreal. If it was an illusion from the beginning, this ancient mirror was indeed extraordinary.
"whee!"
The laughter started again, but he was no longer afraid. He chanted the magic formula, and the green light rolled out like a storm.
In an instant, the bookshelf rose into the air, and wooden slips flew into the air. The figure standing deep also revealed its true face.
Shi Chong didn't expect that the magic trick would be broken by a single blow before it was completed. Unfortunately, the ancient mirror was acquired so quickly that he didn't have time to find out its effect.
He originally came here following the Bi Ling Sect, but he was alone because he was afraid that the treasure would be stolen. Unexpectedly, Mo Rufeng spent several days in this book pavilion before these people caught up with him.
Now that he met Xuan Ye again, the scene of the battle at Fuling Mountain that day came to mind, and Shi Chong couldn't help but feel trembling with fear because of his methods that were comparable to those of gods.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of using illusions to buy time and save my life.
Xuan Ye didn't think so much, he stepped out, the long pen in his hand sprouted an ink edge, turned into a long knife and struck it. Compared with the long sapphire pen, this jade dragon hair was as comfortable as his own arm.
The moment the spiritual power poured in, waves of ink flew, and the blade fell like a wild dragon, swept by the strong wind.
Shi Chong's face turned pale, and he swung the black hair to roll it away, but it was knocked away, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Is he injured?" Xuan Ye screamed in surprise, but without stopping, the blade thrust out, ink waves surged, he turned the knife into a gun, and stabbed into the opponent's shoulder with one blow.
Shi Chong screamed, his face completely drained of blood. He never imagined that he would end up like this.
Not long ago, he was the master of a very famous sect, but because of a kid, he fell into this strange place, and now he even lost his life!
He hates it! But in the face of death, what does this hatred mean? Seeing Xuan Ye raise the knife again, he immediately handed over the ancient mirror.
"Don't! Don't do it, I'm willing to trade it for my life!"
Shi Chong gasped, a feeling of reluctance welling up in his heart. He looked at Xuan Ye with his bloodshot eyes, and his soul was suffocated by the determined killing intent.
"After you get out... After you get out, I can make you the deputy sect leader of Hualing Sect! No! You will be the sect leader, and I will follow you to the death!"
Xuan Ye stopped moving, but instead of being moved, he felt a gust of cold wind coming. He and Shi Chong were not mortal enemies, and the household affairs of the Hualing Sect should be solved by themselves.
"die!"
A weak figure turned into a sharp blade with a cold light, stabbing Shi Chong in the heart.
As the sword blade slowly penetrated, Xu Shirou turned the sword around Shi Chong's heart fiercely.
The master of the Hualing Sect never expected that he would eventually die at the hands of his own disciples. He was whimpering, his throat was already blocked by blood, and the ancient mirror in his hand fell down with a clang.
Tears fell silently, the ink sword was pulled out, and blood spattered three feet!
Xu Shirou panted heavily, with the hatred in her eyes still lingering, and threw the ancient mirror on the ground into the abyss, then laughed with satisfaction.
The blood stained her fair face, like a coquettish flower blooming on the snow.
Xuan Ye watched the ancient mirror fall, feeling a little pity, but didn't say much. Seeing Hanqiu and others coming, he continued walking deeper, and soon found the stairs going up.
Strangely, there seemed to be traces of someone walking on the stairs, and there was a fire on the ground, indicating that they had left not long ago.
The only ones who fell into Fang Lijian were the three sects and him. From this point of view, the ones walking in front were most likely from the Bi Ling sect!
Xuan Ye lamented in his heart that the road between enemies was narrow, and the other two sects could be ignored, but the leader of the Bi Ling sect had already revealed his murderous intentions.
Last time, I only managed to win by a few points with the help of Gu Meier. To solve this serious problem, this is the best opportunity!
Ignoring Xu Shirou and others, he took the lead to go up the stairs, his steps were like wind, and after a while he saw the figure at the top.
But Mo Rufeng was not the only one, hundreds of Bi Ling Sect members who fell into Fang Lijian were also there.
Xuan Ye stopped temporarily and heard movement behind him. Xu Shirou and others followed him, and there was another group of people walking with them.
He didn't think about it for a moment, and it wasn't until everyone came in front of him that he recognized him as the person from the Dayun Sect whom he had rescued that day.
"Senior, why did you run away without saying anything?" Hanqiu asked angrily.
The tall and muscular man following him looked at Xuan Ye, clasped his fists and said, "My name is Lie Kong. Thank you for saving my life that day."
The people behind him also looked apologetic, losing the fearful look they had that day.
Xuan Ye did not answer, but raised his head along the cold front, and happened to be looking at Mo Rufeng from the air.
"The three sects obey my orders and kill the evil spirits!"
Mo Rufeng's voice echoed around, and there was a sense of calmness in the coldness.
Xuan Ye noticed that the opponent's cultivation had improved, and he did not dare to let down his guard. At the same time, he left a residual light to fall on the people of the two sects behind him.
He was so heartbroken that he didn't absolutely trust this group of people.
After hearing what Mo Rufeng said, the people from the Bi Ling Sect responded immediately, rushed down the stairs, and stopped moving when they came dozens of meters away from Xuan Ye.
Xuan Ye glanced at the Biling Sect members and then at the second sect headed by Zhang Yi Liekong and Xu Shirou. Seeing them standing aside quietly and looking directly at him, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "You won't take action?"
"You can do it, but you have to take us out." Xu Shirou looked cold, and when she looked at the people from the Bi Ling Sect, her eyes showed a cold light.
Lie Kong looked embarrassed and said with a smile: "If you can take us out, killing a few people from the Bi Ling Sect will not be a problem."
"There is only one elder and two deacons in the Bi Ling Sect. Even if there are many disciples, they can't do anything to us. Senior, the master of the Bi Ling Sect will be left to you!" Hanqiu smiled, his face filled with confidence.
Xuan Ye then remembered that the three sects were at odds with each other, so he said nothing and turned into blue light and rushed towards Mo Rufeng.