At the beginning, everyone was always on guard because they didn't know when those monsters hidden in unknown places would appear and poison the world. But as time went on, everyone couldn't help but doubt that those monsters hidden in the black mucus would appear and poison the world.
Did the thing he was holding really escape? Then why has it been three years and nothing is strange?
Even the monks who saw the monsters wrapped in black mucus with their own eyes were a little doubtful whether they had been deceived. Could it be that they were making too much of a fuss? Could it be that the black mucus was their final destination?
means of attack?
There are not a few people who have such a lucky idea. To put it bluntly, if you can really live in peace, who would miss fighting? But more people are becoming more vigilant, because the longer they stay dormant, it means that those monsters
The bigger the plot.
And after three whole years of calm, those unknown monsters finally made some movement.
"Da da da!"
A burst of hurried footsteps sounded in Penglai Pavilion. The Penglai Pavilion monk who was in charge of the monitoring gate had a solemn face at this moment. He held a small bamboo tube in both hands and rushed to the place where the master of Penglai Pavilion lived.
The Penglai Pavilion disciples who saw him along the way seemed to realize something and stopped one after another, keeping their eyes on him. However, they would not act rashly until they understood what happened. But at this time, everyone had a vague idea in their hearts.
The prediction is that the peaceful life now will not continue.
"Pavilion Master, something happened in the southwest."
The fingers of the master of Penglai Pavilion trembled slightly, and he raised his hand gently, and the small bamboo tube came into his hand. After opening it, he checked the relevant information inside, and the expression on his face instantly became solemn.
Then he immediately summoned the other elders of Penglai Pavilion.
"Something happened to the inspection gate set up by Wu Dao Peak in the 'Little World of Delusion'."
Bo Shuangqing and Zhuang Hanshan stared at the bloody scene among the people and couldn't help frowning. Three years have passed, is it still inevitable to start a war with the monster?
But this is good, at least they don't have to worry about waiting for them to suddenly burst out and mess up the world.
The scene in the water mirror was extremely brutal. Although the disciples wearing Wu Daofeng costumes fought hard to resist, those black humanoid objects killed them with just a slight move of their fingers. If their attack methods were all the same
Yes, we can find common ground among them. But the weird thing is that the attack methods used by those black humanoid objects are different. Some people seem to be good at using swords, some are good at using knives, and some are good at using formations. So it seems that those black humanoid objects are good at using formations.
The black humanoid object not only looks like a human on the outside, but maybe it’s also a human on the inside?
This is not certain.
After all, no one can figure out what it is now.
"What is the plan of the leader of Wu Dao Peak? Are you going to solve it yourself, or are you going to let our respective disciples get a share of the pie?"
"Isn't it a good thing to get a share of the pie? Whenever a disciple goes out, he will be harmed. I can't bear to do it."
The speaker was an elder who was usually very strict with his disciples. His surname was Mo. This Elder Mo was a typical cruel-faced and soft-hearted person. He usually trained his disciples to death, but if they really faced danger, this Elder Mo would be...
The first one to disagree.
At this moment, just looking at the bloody scene, he felt his heart trembling. It wasn't that Elder Mo was afraid. He was just worried about those disciples who were inexperienced. How old were they? They should be under the protection of the teacher.
When you live a happy life, instead of being sent to the battlefield now.
Zhuang Hanshan reminded Elder Mo.
"If this was the past, you could just love them a little bit, but what time is it now? The world has changed. If you don't keep up with the changes, you will be abandoned. Do you want your disciples to fall into the trap everywhere?
One step?"
"I……"
"Even if you think about it yourself, have you asked your disciples if they want it?"
Elder Mo was speechless, and after a long while he spoke in despair.
"Those little bastards are eager to go to the battlefield to fight right now. How do they know how high the sky is and how high it is?"
Several other elders couldn't help but fell silent after hearing this. They were all disciples who had been raised by themselves. Who would have the heart to watch them die? But cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. They can hide behind their teacher now.
They live a peaceful life under shelter, but no one knows how strong those black humanoid monsters are. What if they can't even defeat old guys like them? This is not alarmist, because in the picture, they saw with their own eyes a swordless monster.
Feng's elder died at the hands of those black humanoid objects in just three moves.
That person has already cultivated the third level of Sword Intent!
After calming down, Elder Mo also realized that he had just been hypocritical and was a little embarrassed. However, the elders around him were considerate and did not expose it. Everyone turned the topic again to whether to let the disciples go to support him.
"This news came from Wu Dao Peak. If you don't want us to get involved, you won't tell us the news. So my opinion is that we should let the children learn about it. When the children grow up, they must let us know.
What do they look like when they spread their wings and fly, but always huddle in the bird's nest?"
"That's true, but should those disciples who behaved be allowed to go?"
"I can't guarantee anything else, but she is the one who will lead the team this time, right?"
"you are right?"
"Hey, you old guy, why are you pretending to be ignorant? I don't believe you don't know who I'm talking about."
"Is it okay to let that kid lead the team? Hanshan, don't you have an incredible disciple? Can't you let Yongan take him with him? It has to be Mayfly?"
Zhuang Hanshan raised his head and glanced at the person who asked the question. There seemed to be no emotion in his cold eyes, but they made the person who spoke feel cold.
Well, he was actually just making a suggestion, and he didn't have to do this. Didn't he think that now was a special moment? After the Mayfly appeared, how should Shang Huanzong explain it?
"I think it's okay. Yong'an also suggested letting his master lead the team."
Yong'an's progress in the past three years has been obvious to all. To be honest, they all doubted that their practice over the years was of no use. It was a complicated feeling to watch a peerless genius making rapid progress beside them. These old people
Things even feel ashamed of themselves.
But one thing is certain, the way of practicing immortality is different from that of most monks. It has no reference significance for other disciples. After all, not everyone can advance to the level without thunder tribulation.
In the past three years, Yong'an's practice has come more from his own travels.