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806. Desperate Reunion

Southern Wasteland, Eagle Crying Valley.\\

In a forest outside the river valley, there is a large cemetery with stone tablets standing there. The names written on each stone tablet are unforgettable for Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua and Zhao Huan.

They stood in front of the tombstones, and they all fell into silence for a long time.

Not far away, Wang Lin, Yang Qing, and Zhou Yuncong were standing, silently looking at the cemetery in front of them. At this time, all words were superfluous.

Although they had long known what happened to Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua and Zhao Huan, they still felt heavy when they saw this cemetery with their own eyes.

For Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan, the people buried here are all partners, relatives, and compatriots who lived together day and night.

Yang Qing thought of the time when he personally built tombs and monuments for everyone in Yunshuidong, and he couldn't help but feel sad for a moment.

Wang Lin was also silent. He recalled in a daze that his hometown was being massacred by late Nascent Soul cultivators. If he and Yang Qing had not fought to the death, he would have faced the same heartbreaking scene.

Zhou Yuncong's always cold and stern face was slightly softened at this moment, and his eyes were looking towards the distant sky, which seemed a bit hollow. He was actually slightly distracted, which was rare, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Zhao Huan came to two side-by-side tombstones and slowly knelt down. The people buried here were his parents.

"Sister Hongyan, Mr. Kang, thank you for letting my father and mother rest in peace."

Zhao Huan's eyes were filled with sadness. He has been calling Yue Hongyan "master" since he became a disciple. This is the first time in these years that he has changed the name he used to call Yue Hongyan when he was a child.

Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua both shook their heads. Yue Hongyan clenched his fists and said word by word: "Zhang Lie!"

Kang Nanhua's face was a little pale, and his bright eyes were looking at the tombstones in front of him. The brightness gradually became dim.

After a few people paid homage to the former Liefeng Club, Wang Lin slowly said: "Move all the graves back to Yujing Mountain."

After Yue Hongyan was silent for a while, he nodded: "Okay."

They had received a message from Luo Qingwu on Yujing Mountain, and they were all surprised to learn that Yujing Mountain suddenly appeared and descended into the world.

Xiao Yan and others' inferences, although a little cautious, were not unreasonable, so Wang Lin and others also decided to reduce their stay outside and return to Yujing Mountain as soon as possible.

Although people are required to be buried in peace after death, Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan also agreed to move the grave. If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to pay homage this time, Wang Lin and Yang Qing would have died as soon as they received Luo Qingwu's message.

So he simply returned.

Besides, they moved the tomb just like Zhu Yi moved Meng Bingyun's tomb. They moved the land and the forest together without damaging the tomb at all.

Kang Nanhua stretched out his hand and rolled up his magic power, covering the forest and the cemetery together.

After doing this, the group of people prepared to return to Yujing Mountain.

But as soon as he started, Wang Lin's eyes flickered: "It's such a strong death aura." After receiving his reminder, everyone's consciousness extended to the distance, and then they felt a strong death aura condensed and rising into the sky in front of them.

"Newly deceased people. And there are quite a few of them, like... massacre of the city!" Yang Qing frowned. Several people looked at each other and broke through the void. When they arrived at the place in an instant, they saw a city appear in front of them, lifeless.

Although the city is not big, it has a large population. However, the city that used to be noisy and prosperous is now silent, as if all living things in the city have disappeared, and it has completely turned into a dead city, full of an ominous smell.

In the eyes of Wang Lin and others, when they saw clearly, a black death energy like wolf smoke rose into the sky and condensed.

In the black smoke, there seemed to be countless innocent souls wailing miserably, and the twisted faces were crowded together, which was shocking.

All living things in the city, whether they were humans or animals, were all dead at this moment, and not a single living thing could be seen.

However, there were no living creatures, and even the corpses had disappeared. On the ground in the city, only puddles of white powder could be seen everywhere.

Kang Nanhua swept his consciousness and looked solemnly: "These puddles of white powder are the corpses of the deceased. All living beings died of poisoning. The poison is very strong. Not only mortals can bear it, but also cultivators and cultivators."

If you are too low, you will be poisoned."

"So when a mortal is poisoned to death, not even the bones are left."

Wang Lin and others were a little surprised. Such a poison was beyond the control of ordinary people. It could break through the protective power of cultivators. If a mortal wanted to use such poison, he would be poisoned first.

In this way, it is the work of a cultivator. However, if a cultivator who practices the magical power of poisons causes such a large-scale massacre, it is probably for the purpose of practicing. But at this moment, the poison is everywhere, and after killing thousands of creatures, the poisonous power

But they didn't collect them. It didn't look like the cultivators practicing the method did it intentionally.

"Could it be that some cultivator was practicing Taoist and magical powers related to poisons, and an accident occurred during the process, which caused this tragedy?"

Everyone was wondering, and suddenly they all looked to the distant sky, and saw several sword lights passing by.

The sword lights are colorful and look different, but they all exude a similar ancient atmosphere.

"People from the Great Wilderness Sword Sect." Wang Lin and others nodded. A few years ago, the Great Wilderness Sword Sect had established a good relationship with the Xuanmen Tianzong. The two parties often had contacts and were familiar with each other.

This place is located in the southern wilderness, and a little further to the west is the eastern end of the Great Hengduan Mountains, which is the territory of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect.

If something like this happens at your doorstep, once you discover it, someone will naturally come and take a look.

Who knew that the situation was more serious than everyone in the Xuanmen Tianzong expected.

The person leading the team from the Great Wilderness Sword Sect was a late-stage Jindan monk named Qianyin Zhenren. When he saw Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua, he quickly saluted, and also met with Yang Qing and others.

He looked at the dead city below and sighed: "This is already the fourth dead city."

Wang Lin and others looked at each other in confusion. According to what Master Qianyin said, it was no accident.

Kang Nanhua, Yue Hongyan, Yang Qing and Zhao Huan frowned at the same time, with angry looks on their faces.

The other party massacred four cities. How many people must have died in vain?

"Where are the other three cities?" Wang Lin asked. Master Qianyin quickly explained the location, and everyone in the Xuanmen Tianzong listened. Their expressions remained unchanged, but their hearts moved slightly at the same time.

Including the dead city at their feet. The four cities were basically in a line, and their general extension direction was actually the same as the direction they returned to the Kunlun Mountains. Although there were three Nascent Soul stage monks Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan, and Kang Nanhua, they could not break through.

The void is not a problem, but it is impossible to return to Kunlun Mountain in one step.

They returned to the mountain and took the shortest straight line. The current arrangement of the four dead cities was similar to this route.

"Are they coming for us?" Wang Lin and others had the same thought in their minds.

Realizing this, Yue Hongyan looked at Wang Lin: "Third senior brother, do we want to investigate?"

After Wang Lin thought for a while, he shook his head: "Keep moving forward without stopping."

Yue Hongyan and others were slightly surprised. Kang Nanhua said from the side: "The other party's suspicion formation is just to let us fall into his plan, ignore him, continue to move forward, and follow our pace. On the contrary, we can turn passivity into initiative. "

"Although I don't know how big the terrain the other party plans is, we should try to escape as soon as possible. When we are outside the area he planned, he will either give up or pursue us. Then it will be our turn to take the initiative to stay or leave."

Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing both nodded: "In that case, just do as the third senior brother said."

No one explained much. After hinting that Master Ganyin was in danger, they left immediately.

But not far away, Yang Qing suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning and shouted: "Wait!"

Wang Lin and others stopped and escaped from the void. They all looked at Yang Qing inexplicably. Since his cultivation has increased, Yang Qing has become more and more calm and steady. At this moment, his face has a clear look of panic.

"I...I feel it. I just vaguely felt the True Water of Taiyin..." Yang Qing opened his mouth: "The True Water of Taiyin comes from the same source as me!"

Yue Hongyan was puzzled: "Taiyin True Water comes from the same source as you? Didn't you get that True Water Vein by yourself?"

Yang Qing shook his head, as if there was something unspeakable, so he didn't explain much. He just scanned the surroundings with his consciousness over and over again, looking for it anxiously.

Wang Lin glanced at Yang Qing, and then he also let go of his spiritual consciousness, extending overwhelmingly into the distance. Naturally, his connection with the Taiyin True Water mentioned by Yang Qing was not as close as that of Yang Qing himself, but his spiritual consciousness was stronger than that of Yang Qingtai. many.

Since Yang Qing said that the true water came from the same source as him, Wang Lin followed Yang Qing's Taiyin True Water spiritual energy fluctuations to search for it.

Soon, Wang Lin made a discovery, and the guide Yang Qing went to find it and quickly determined the direction.

Everyone followed Yang Qing curiously and flew in the air for a while. Yang Qing's speed became slower and slower, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

At this time, even Zhou Yuncong and Zhao Huan could clearly see that there were streams densely covered among the rolling hills.

On the edge of one of the creeks, a woman in white was sitting on a rock with a blank look on her face, staring at the gurgling water below in a daze.

The woman looked to be over twenty years old, but there was a hint of childishness between her eyebrows, as if she were only a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.

She looked down at her reflection in the water, blinking her eyelashes, feeling that she was so familiar yet so unfamiliar at the moment.

The woman in white sighed softly and turned to look at her side.

There is a browned grasshopper, folded by hand. Because over time, the woven grass stems have long lost moisture, but the craftsmanship is exquisite and it still looks vivid.

The woman in white stared at the burnt yellow grasshopper, and her eyes couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment: "Senior Brother Yang..."

She hesitantly tapped the grasshopper with her finger, and a weak stream of green water gushed out from her fingertips and fell on the grasshopper. The grasshopper suddenly turned from brown to green again. It was not dyeing, but weaving the grasshopper's grass stems. It's like I have life again.

Seeing this, the woman in white smiled, sincerely happy.

Suddenly, there was a faint throbbing in her heart. The woman in white hesitantly turned her head and looked back, and saw a young man in purple standing not far behind her, with an extremely complicated expression.

Shock, joy, both, but more of all, despair and sadness! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

ps: Seeing that the people in front are getting farther and farther away, and the people behind are getting closer and closer, this rhythm is not right.

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