"Hey, hey, hey! Let's share memories. Let me see what you think. You've stepped into an obvious trap." The bluebird chirped as it flew over Su Huanian's head.
"No!" Su Huanian's voice was cold.
She carefully looked at the formation surrounding her. She had been trapped here for several hours. Two months ago, the sect discovered that the Hechuan wasteland in Qingcheng Mountain had been accidentally opened.
There are soul beasts in the Hechuan wasteland.
She went straight in with her sword. Everything was fine for the past two months. Just this morning, Gu Lin suddenly contacted her and said that Yaya had slept for eight or nine days and had not woken up yet. She sent the sword back to investigate. Coincidentally, the dragon turtle came to become his disciple, so she sent a soul beast as a thank you gift.
But at the moment when the immortal sword returned, the wasteland suddenly changed. The entrance closed, and she was spit out here from the other side.
Su Huanian, I can’t go out.
The formation that trapped her must have been specially built for her. There was not a drop of water in the formation, and it was specially designed for defense against swordsmanship. It was not very lethal, but it was able to trap her here.
Su Huanian is extremely passionate about swordsmanship, but compared with other cultivators at the same level, his attainments in formation formations are not very high, and he cannot find any weak points in his formations. It seems that he can shatter the world with just his sword strikes.
It's difficult!
At this moment, an ethereal aura penetrated the formation and fell inexplicably.
"Blessing? Dragon turtle?" Su Hua asked in a puzzled voice. She chuckled. She never thought that one day she would be blessed by the little dragon turtle. It was only a little bit last year.
She leaped up, and the sword in her hand made a clear sound, like a nine-day ice phoenix, crisp and cold. Suddenly, it pointed at the place where the breath penetrated the formation.
It was an ordinary sword move, just like a fairy dancing with a sword, so casual.
The entire sky cracked like porcelain and shattered in an instant. Outside the formation, there was a person guarding the formation. He looked quite strange, like a human but with horns on his head.
The man was surprised. The enveloping formation was just the energy emitted by the large formation. How could the energy break like porcelain
Even if someone breaks the formation, shouldn't they break the formation itself? He hastily retreated, but debris flew past and lightly touched his body. The stranger turned into an ice sculpture in an instant.
Before the whole place was frozen, there was a peerless fairy with a sword in hand, appearing from where the fragments were flying.
Dongyun Mountain was completely boiling.
The Qingyuan Sect's ancestors and seniors were recruiting disciples, and the event lasted for more than a month, and everyone knew about it. Those in the sect who hoped to have a good relationship with the Qingyuan Sect went to participate early.
Today, news came that Wuxiang Sword Sect led many sects in Dongyun to break through Qingyuan. Before the sects recovered from the shock, new news came that the sects that attacked Qingyuan suffered heavy losses, but the Qingyuan Prison was destroyed and the prison ghosts were rampant. Even more than 30 imprisoned old demons escaped.
All the sects in Dongyun Mountain were in a panic for a while.
The Fuyang Sect was even more silent. Zuo Suer, the elder brother from two hundred years ago, had returned. He was now dressed in rags, squatting on the headmaster's chair like a toad, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, looking at the headmaster's wife across from him unscrupulously.
The leader is not here. He is now in the golden pagoda of Qingyuan Sect.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a different life for my junior uncle to get married and be nourished. My junior brother is amazing. Not only can he defeat four senior brothers, but he can also carry his own junior uncle to bed. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... I admire you." Zuo Su'er spoke without restraint.
The headmaster's wife's expression changed instantly: "How outrageous!"
She thrust out with her sword, but Zuo Suer did not dodge, instead he bit her sword and broke it with a snap. He chewed and swallowed it like a piece of bone. The sword cut his mouth and tongue, blood and saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but he did not care at all. He just looked at the headmaster's wife and laughed.
The lady's breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling, and she finally couldn't stand the strange atmosphere anymore: "Why did you come back? Where's An Ze?!"
An Ze is his husband and the current leader of the Fuyang Sect.
Madam breathed hard, "Man? Are you considered a man too? Two hundred years ago, you insisted on practicing women's skills as a man, becoming neither man nor woman. You were kicked out by your senior brother, so you set up a village and wanted to snatch Xia Dali from Qingyuan Sect to be your husband.
Instead, she was beaten up, and they said she was beheaded on the spot, but she is still in prison. Today, she used her husband to exchange for such a thing
She just felt inexplicably depressed, but she wasn't too worried about her husband.
Now the news has spread throughout Dongyun Mountain that the Qingyuan Sect is suppressing the prison ghosts, and those who are caught will not be in danger of their lives. They will be imprisoned in the Zhenyuan Golden Pagoda, and their Taoist power will be used to help suppress the prison ghosts.
Zuo Suer has not been dead for two hundred years, and it is impossible for her husband to get into trouble immediately. As long as he is alive, there is still a chance.
Whether it is redemption or robbery, it can always be returned.
But what should be done with this person? She looked at Zuo Su'er and slowly stepped back. This traitor was more difficult to deal with than two hundred years ago. After a sword test, she had already discovered the clues. He was imprisoned in the golden tower. He knew that his Taoism could not be retained. He did not want to let Qingyuan Sect take advantage of him, so he used up all his Taoism to temper his body.
At this moment, there is not a drop of true energy left, but the body is extremely powerful.
"Madam..." the disciple behind her called softly.
The headmaster's wife nodded.
Everyone was nervous but also felt relieved. The lady was the head of the sect and Zuo Suer's uncle. She had seen him since she was a child. The lady confirmed that there was no mistake, this was Zuo Suer's uncle.
Very good!
The headmaster has been imprisoned, and only one of the ten true disciples he brought with him has returned. The sect is in a precarious situation and is on the verge of collapse. It is really great that a powerful uncle-master has returned at this time.
As for this uncle-in-law who seems a little crazy and even covets my wife - these are all small matters.
Zuo Suer spat out half of the broken sword covered with blood and foam, tilted his head and grinned at the disciples at the door: "What are you looking at? I haven't eaten for two hundred years. If I don't serve you..." He pointed at a circle of disciples.
"Leave no one behind!"
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and soon piles of food were brought in. Zuo Suer held a roast chicken in her hands, took a deep breath in ecstasy, tears streaming down her face, she sobbed while crying, bit off the roast chicken head in one bite, and ate it raw with a few crunches, eating the whole roast chicken in three or five bites, without dropping a single bone residue.
It's like I haven't eaten in a hundred years...
Well, this guy hasn’t eaten for two hundred years. The disciples were immediately relieved and at the same time convinced that what he just said about wanting to eat people was probably not a lie.
Zuo Suer swallowed it whole for two hours before stopping with a feeling of unsatisfied satisfaction. Licking his lips and sucking his dirty fingers, his eyes flashed red as he looked at a disciple:
"Later, send all the healing pills and herbs in the sect to my room. I have to take good care of the injuries I've suffered for two hundred years. Don't worry, Master Uncle won't let you suffer. I'll take you treasure hunting in two days when my injuries are better!"
"Hehehe, Qingyuanmen Prison is a huge place. It has suppressed countless heroes and predecessors. There are so many treasure maps left in it that you can't finish digging. Brother will take you to dig for treasure."
He shook his head and looked at another pretty disciple, a gleam in his eyes: "You will take my brother back to his room later."
The disciple's face changed drastically: "Uncle Master, I, I am a man..." His voice was as loud as a bullfrog.
Zuo Suer's eyes lit up: "Isn't that better?"
The disciple's face suddenly turned pale.
(End of this chapter)