The first thousand two hundred and fourteen chapters destroy the door
In Yiyun's retreat place, among the endless mountains and canyons, there is a blue lake. As long as there is no wind, the lake water is so calm that there is no ripple. Every night, the lake reflects a full moon,
The scenery is extremely beautiful.
Because it was an uninhabited land, Ling Xie'er became the owner of this lake, and she named it Jingyue Lake.
At this time, by the Mirror Moon Lake, four men and two women descended from the sky and stopped here.
The leader was a middle-aged man who looked like an ordinary person in his fifties. He was low on blood and had a scar on his chest that looked like it was cut with a sharp weapon.
The middle-aged man took a look at the surrounding terrain and said: "We have escaped to the depths of Luoshan Daze. There are many wild beasts and monsters here. If we go deeper into this forest, we may be in danger. I am seriously injured.
The poison in my body can no longer be suppressed. I can’t leave anymore. I have to stop here to heal my wounds. Otherwise, if we go in, we will all die.”
As he spoke, the middle-aged man was gasping for air. His face was a bit blue, and it looked like he was poisoned.
"Senior brother, I will set up a concealment formation here and heal your injuries on the spot."
A woman in her thirties said that among this group of people, three men and two women looked to be older, and there was also a boy who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. His face was round and a bit childish.
, there is a bit of stubbornness in the big black eyes.
After hearing the uncle's instructions, the young man began to clean the ground and arrange a resting place. He was still young and could not help much by setting up the concealment formation, so he could only do these chores.
"This lake is really beautiful. It's not even worse than our sect's ice lake. It's just a different scenery."
Seeing the Mirror Moon Lake in front of me, a young woman looked like a woman and felt sincerely.
The ice lake in their sect has snow all year round, but it never freezes all year round. In winter, the banks of the ice lake are full of pink winter plums, which looks as beautiful as a landscape painting.
Another woman in her thirties shook her head and said: "Don't be sad anymore. Although the sect is gone, we are still alive. As long as Ling'er can grow up, I can rebuild Ice Lake Island."
While talking, the woman touched the boy's head with a look of hope and doting. They were the only ones left on the entire Ice Lake Island.
The young man did not speak, he just secretly strengthened his determination. He was only a teenager, but he already had a heavy mission on his shoulders.
The two women were talking and arranging the formation flags. Most of the concealment formations were completed. This was the best concealment formation on Ice Lake Island. As long as this formation was completed, they would be safe for the time being.
Although this deep mountain and swamp is desolate, it still has some spiritual energy. You can recuperate here for some time before making plans in the future.
The leading middle-aged man had already swallowed the pill and started meditating to heal his injuries. However, the purple color on his face never faded. Not only did the injury on his chest not heal, but the blood flowed more and more, and the blood turned faintly black.
"Uncle! Are you okay?"
The young man first saw something strange about the man and suddenly became anxious. Among the six of them, the backbone was this middle-aged man. He was the deputy island owner of Ice Lake Island. They could get here alive only because of his desperate fighting.
"Senior brother, senior brother, didn't you take the Cold Silkworm Bingxin Pill? Why can't even the Cold Silkworm Bingxin Pill stop the spread of toxins?"
The woman in her thirties was also panicked. She originally thought that taking the antidote would be fine.
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly punched his chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a loud sound. The mouthful of black blood fell on the grass, causing the green grass to wither and completely lose its vitality.
After the middle-aged man forced out this mouthful of poisonous blood, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You can't die yet!"
He gritted his teeth and said, with an abnormal bright red color flashing across his face. This poison is indeed overbearing. Even the Han Silkworm Bingxin Pill cannot completely detoxify it and can only suppress it.
He doesn't know if he can eradicate this poison in the future. If he can't, he may not live for a few years.
The middle-aged man is not afraid of death, he is just afraid that he will die. Without his guidance and protection, Ling'er will not be able to grow up at all.
"Senior brother, nothing can happen to you."
A younger man said, his face full of worry. As soon as he finished speaking, the lake directly in front of him suddenly shot out colorful rays of light, rising into the sky, and the rich spiritual energy rushed towards his face.
What?
Several people were shocked. With the situation in front of them, could it be that a strange treasure was born?
"No, this is a formation!"
The middle-aged man at the head was more knowledgeable after all. As soon as he opened his mouth, huge energy rushed out. Most of the concealment formations they had originally set up were scattered! All the formation flags were bounced away.
This is one of the core formations of their sect, and it was actually washed away by the energy aftermath of this formation.
At this moment, people discovered that the lake in front of them had shrunk a lot, revealing a jungle on the shore. So, wasn't what they just saw an illusion?
Several people looked at each other. The two women among them, because they loved to be clean, had just grabbed a few handfuls of water from the lake and washed their faces. How could the cool lake water be an illusion?
"It's a concealment formation, and this concealment formation is extremely clever. It's far away on our Ice Lake Island. I don't know if an expert is here, or if we accidentally broke into some ruins."
The middle-aged man has a solemn look on his face. No matter what kind of person he is, he is very dangerous, especially the former. Some reclusive masters have weird personalities and don't know what will happen.
At this moment, they saw the space in front of them distort, and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old appeared out of thin air with a little girl in her early ten years.
The little girl has two round buns on her head, a rosy little face, and some baby fat. She looks innocent and cute, like an elf living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.
And that young man has a delicate appearance and an outstanding temperament. His eyes are like the deep starry sky, which is invisible to people. His aura is restrained, as if he has returned to his original nature, which makes people have an indescribable feeling.
Who are they?
The middle-aged people were shocked. They specifically chose a deserted place to escape, and unexpectedly encountered people, and they were such bizarre two people.
Despite their young age, middle-aged people are sure that they are no ordinary people.
"You just said that the sect was wiped out?"
At this moment, the young man spoke, his tone was slow, but it seemed to directly resonate in people's hearts.
This young man is naturally Yi Yun, who has just come out of seclusion.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, then nodded slowly.
He was even more frightened at this time. The young man heard their conversation, but they knew nothing about the existence of these two people.
"Ice Lake Island... I don't seem to have heard of this sect. Are you a sect from around here?"
"Yes, we are just a small sect. Seniors have never heard of it, so that's normal. When I fled here, I accidentally disturbed seniors' meditation. Please forgive us for our sins of ignorance." The middle-aged man has changed.
Using honorifics, he guessed that the young man in front of him was probably an old monster who had taken the Zhuyan Pill and was in seclusion here, but they barged in without any foresight. It was really a tragedy.
"I see..." Yi Yun nodded, but his eyes drifted past the wound on the middle-aged man's chest, "Tell me, how was your sect destroyed?"
If it was just an ordinary sect vendetta, Yi Yun wouldn't care too much. In the world of warriors, the annihilation of a sect is not uncommon. Not to mention small sects, even the Wanwu Immortal Pavilion was destroyed.
There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing, only victory or defeat, and he will not interfere at all.
However, Yi Yun felt a familiar aura from the wounds of the middle-aged man in front of him.