After everyone was sent to the crack by the Eight-Character Hu, the Eight-Character Hu quickly looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, "Brother Jiang, tell me what you want me to do!"
"Senior, please send me to the Four Symbols Sect first."
"no problem!"
With the help of Mustache, the Four Elephants Sect arrived in no time.
Jiang Xiaoyu directly called out Wutong Zhou, and the place he wanted to go to was Longshan Cave.
When he appeared in the space extended by Qinglong, Qinglong was still sleeping.
However, the exposed part of him is no longer as damaged as before.
The upper jaw, which is like a stone, seems to have some fine scales now.
"Senior Qinglong!" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted loudly.
However, Qinglong seemed to be still sleeping, and he turned a deaf ear to Jiang Xiaoyu's call.
"Senior, please help me wake it up!"
"good!"
The mustache cleared his throat and shouted loudly towards Qinglong: "Old Changchong, get up!"
The sound passed through the rocks and sounded directly in the depths of Qinglong's soul.
"Huh?" Qinglong slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a breath of hot air came out of his nostrils, and the hot air hit directly in the direction of Jiang Xiaoyu and his mustache.
Seeing this, the mustache shouted quickly: "There is a wall in front of me!"
In an instant, a huge stone wall appeared in front of Mustache and Jiang Xiaoyu.
Even though the stone wall was one or two feet thick, Qinglong's tone still caused a big hole to break through the stone wall.
"Senior! It's me, the little clay figurine!"
Qinglong's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaoyu through the hole in the stone wall, "Little clay figurine, you are disturbing me!"
With cold eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu and his mustache suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
The look in Qinglong's eyes was completely different from the original one. In the past, it was more of a shameless expression.
However, with the contact of the seal, the chill in its eyes became much stronger.
The way he looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and Mustache was like looking at two annoying ants.
"Senior, I have a question for you!"
"No time!" Qinglong slowly closed his eyes, "Since you have helped me before, I'll give you three breaths. You'd better disappear on your own initiative. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
The mustache whispered in Jiang Xiaoyu's ear doubtfully: "I have heard that the Four Spirits have existed for countless years. Logically speaking, their power should be almost zero, but why do I see the power of this Qinglong?
The strength is actually gradually increasing?"
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't answer, because he understood that all this was because of himself.
If I hadn't found a way to get rid of the seal of Jumang on it, it would still be the waning old man who didn't want to say a word.
"Senior, have you ever used me to try to change the past?"
"Um?"
The next moment, Jiang Xiaoyu felt an overwhelming force coming towards him.
At the foot of Longshan Mountain, a deep pit was blasted directly.
The figures of Jiang Xiaoyu and Mustache exploded out of the pit like cannonballs.
During the process, Mustache endured the severe pain and shouted, "It's on me!"
Jiang Xiaoyu felt a lightness on his body. He turned around and looked at the mustache, only to see the mustache falling from the air like leaves in the wind.
Wutongzhou quickly went down to catch the figure with a mustache.
"Senior!" Jiang Xiaoyu hugged his mustache-bearded body and was already choked with sobs.
He clearly heard the words that the mustache just shouted.
If he wasn't a little clay figurine, the power unleashed by Qinglong would have been enough to kill him.
In desperation, Mustache directly transferred Jiang Xiaoyu's serious injuries to himself.
In addition, the mustache is also Qinglong's target.
The superimposition of the double injuries made this cute guy with a mean mouth almost unbearable for a moment.
"Senior, how are you?"
The mustache spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and whispered: "You're not dead yet, but it's almost there."
His face suddenly looked a little lonely, "It's a pity that I couldn't help you get the news about the five-color stone from Qinglong."
Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head, "No, I already got it."
Although Mustache could not understand it, the worry on his face finally relaxed.
"Senior, just lie down and I will take care of the way down there myself."
In the sky of Sixiang Sect, the Wutong boat disappeared instantly.
Jiang Xiaoyu's speed reached the extreme at this time, and his direction was towards Xunlong Mountain.
On Xunlong Mountain, Wen Zhiming looked at the message jade slip in his hand, unable to change his mind for a long time.
Everything that happened in front of him seemed to be beyond the imagination of his sect master.
He didn't expect that the combination of bad luck and evil cultivators would eventually lead to such an unmanageable situation.
Suddenly, a figure from far and near attracted his attention.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!"
Wen Zhiming flew out and met Jiang Xiaoyu in mid-air.
"metropolitan!"
Wen Zhiming suddenly saw the storyteller lying in the sycamore boat, and the shock on his face was hard to describe in words.
"Is this the storyteller? Him?"
The storyteller suddenly sat up and rubbed his chest, "It's just a little injury, why are you making such a fuss!"
Saying that, Mustache lay back down directly.
Wen Zhiming could not imagine that there could be any existence in this world that could hurt the Earth Immortal.
"what happened?"
"It's too late to explain. Sect Master, can you let Elder Ye go get another psychic flower?"
"You want the psychic flower?" Jiang Xiaoyu nodded.
Three psychic flowers instantly appeared in Wen Zhiming's hand, "Take them all."
Wen Zhiming's movements were so fast that Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't believe it, "Sect Master, why don't you ask me what I want to use this flower for?"
"What's your question?" Wen Zhiming smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The Earth Immortal has been injured. This shows how big of a dilemma you are encountering."
"Then thank you so much, Master."
Jiang Xiaoyu had no time to be polite at this time, he quickly put the psychic flower into the ring space.
"Sect Master, I'm leaving!" Jiang Xiaoyu said goodbye stiffly.
Wen Zhiming originally thought that he should tell Jiang Xiaoyu if he had anything to say, but at this moment, he couldn't even think of a word.
At the end of the day, he could only point to Xunlong Mountain below him, "Your master, the elders of Sixiang Sect, Lin Xiaowan, and the little monk Jade are all down there. Why don't you take a look before leaving?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked in the direction of Wen Zhiming's finger. After a moment, he shook his head, "No need."
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoyu felt a wave of heat sweeping through his body, and his butt was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dizziness almost made him unable to stand still.
The mustache stood up instantly.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Zhiming felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, "It's the sequelae of the four psychic phenomena that are about to strike again!"
Jiang Xiaoyu's body softened and he fell directly on the mustache, "Senior, be sure to wake me up."