Of course, in the end, Zhong Yan didn't know how to explain it.
You misunderstood me and he was fighting, huh? Why fight? Because I suddenly found out that Li Yunji and Chunqin were actually killed by him—then everyone doesn't have to go to find that Lao Shizi magic repair. All the elders joined forces to kill Gu Xuanyan directly and go home.
If Gu Xuanyan kills too many people, he will die. If Gu Xuanyan is killed, he will die. When Gu Xuanyan wants to kill himself again, he has to die.
Life is really hard.
The four people returned the same way with different expressions. Liang Zheng hesitated to say anything along the way, and finally summoned up his courage and said to Zhong Yan before approaching the camp: "Junior Brother Qin, don't worry, I won't say it!"
Ji Changyun's reaction was much colder, he only looked directly at Gu Xuanyan, and said lightly: "It's okay to have a Taoist companion, but you are about to break through, and you still need to focus on your cultivation at this time."
After hearing this, Gu Xuanyan nodded and said with a smile, "Friend Daoist said, I will be careful."
Zhong Yan: "…"
Gu Xuanyan's acting skills have reached the pinnacle, so he can catch it without changing his face, and he can't accept it.
Everyone planned to rest for a night, and when the cold night passed, the group would reach the deepest part of the Northern Wasteland the next day and see the only palace on the boundless ice field.
According to legend, the palace is a hundred feet high, and stars can be picked by hand. The walls are made of white jade, the stairs and steps are of gold, covered with carpets woven from peacock feathers, and carved columns and columns.
But the group of people can't even see the road ahead, not to mention the extravagant palace.
The cold night is over, and the hour is coming. It should have been the time of the rising sun, but the sky was still as dark as night, and it had not yet lit up.
Everyone was at a loss, not knowing what was going on, Zhong Yan looked up at the sky like Momo, only to feel that the tip of his nose suddenly became cold.
Gu Xuanyan flicked his robe and said, "It's snowing."
It didn't take a moment for the north wind to rise, and it rolled down like a heavy snow. In just a few breaths, a thick layer was accumulated, almost covering the ankles.
The wind is cold and the snow is long, but at this time it is just July, even if it is as cold as the northern wilderness, it should not be the season of falling snow. A sudden blizzard, like a demonstration, also like a temptation.
Qingyan elder Li Xuanji, with a green robe and white beard, shouted coldly, "Tips for carving insects!" After he finished speaking, he drew his sword and slashed straight to the sky!
The sound of the sword sound was extremely sharp, and the blue sword energy immediately cut through the sky.
The snow had stopped, but the world was still dark.
Suddenly there was a sigh.
"Why do people today have such a big temper?"
The tone of this sentence is gentle and weak, and the voice is not too loud. After finishing the sentence, there is a slight cough, which sounds like it came from a frail middle-aged mouth.
But the expressions of the elders changed, and Sect Leader Hengyun took the lead and said, "Cang Luan?"
As soon as these words came out, the young disciples were all shocked, and someone asked in a low voice, "This is... Demon Lord Cang Luan?"
No wonder they were surprised, the only people who could hear Cang Luan's voice here were the heads and elders with white hair and beard.
Three hundred years ago, demon cultivators raged and roamed the Central Plains. At that time, the five elders of Dao Xiu joined forces to fight against Cangluan in the North Desert Icefield. After the First World War, although the elders severely injured the Demon Lord, their vitality was severely damaged, and they all died within ten years. And Cang Luan has never stepped out of the Northern Wasteland since then, and there is no news.
The elders who are standing here now were no more than the same age as the disciples today.
And although Cang Luan said that he almost died in Beihuang at that time, a hundred years have passed, and although he doesn't know how his cultivation has recovered, he can cover the sky and attract snow in an instant, and his strength is still not to be underestimated.
I'm afraid it's far above them.
Elder Hengyun took a step forward and said loudly: "We have no intention of embarrassing ourselves, we just want to clarify. The sudden death of the two elders has something to do with the magic cultivator?"
The voice was still in a negotiable tone: "It turns out that you are here for this - it's related, maybe there are some."
After speaking, the man coughed twice before saying, "So I have already sent my elders to offer condolences - after all, they should have arrived at Qingyan and Hengyun at this time."
After speaking, there was no sound.
The expressions of several elders changed.
Although there are still sect masters in the various sects, just in case, almost all the chief disciples and elders have entered the Northern Wilderness. If a demon cultivator reaches the sect, it may be difficult for the remaining disciples to deal with it.
What's even more terrifying is that the various sects could not resist, and the magic cultivator entered the Central Plains.
Thinking of this, the elders looked at each other and said solemnly, "Go back to the sect first."
As soon as the voice fell, a hurricane protruded on the ice sheet.
The storm swept up the snow far away, and the snowflakes actually formed a strange human shape with long arms and legs in the wind, stumbling and rushing towards them!
Everyone quickly drew their swords and slashed straight. In the sword energy, the snow shadow instantly turned into powder, but it was immediately swept up again by the gust of wind. In the midst of the fight, there was another demon cultivator who came from nowhere, with a hoarse voice and a roaring roar.
The scene was chaotic for a while, Zhong Yan cut off the snow shadow in front of him with a sword, and a red-eyed magic cultivator in the broken snow rushed up again, Zhong Yan quickly turned sideways to avoid, before he could use his sword, another long The sword came first, and a sword pierced the magic cultivator.
Zhong Yan turned back, Gu Xuanyan frowned and stretched out his hand to pull Zhong Yan, and said in a low voice, "Let's go first!"
As soon as the words fell, Gu Xuanyan pulled Zhong Yan and walked a few hundred meters northward. Zhong Yan was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the other person and said, "We don't care about other people?"
Gu Xuanyan said softly: "If it's an emergency, they'll be fine. Senior brother, let me go first."
Zhong Yan said: "...the way back is over there."
Gu Xuanyan said: "Since the demon cultivator has gone to the sect, I will take my senior brother to find a safe place first."
"… "
Zhong Yan stopped. Gu Xuanyan turned around, frowned slightly and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"
Zhong Yan made a displeased expression and said, "Now that there is no one around, you still call me senior brother? Have you forgotten what our relationship is?"
Gu Xuanyan was stunned for a moment, then said warmly: "Of course, senior brother is my Taoist companion."
Say your head!
Zhong Yan swiftly swung his sword towards the person in front of him, only to see that "Gu Xuanyan" was unprepared for a moment, a bloodstain was immediately drawn on his chest by the sword qi, the azure clothes on his body dissipated in an instant, turning into a black robe, and a face also quickly Changed, and finally became an old-fashioned, pale-looking old man.
He sneered with red eyes and stared at Zhong Yan.
"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."
After he finished speaking, he drew a long knife from behind and rushed towards Zhong Yan! Above the wilderness, Zhong Yan had no choice but to go up. The swords collided, causing Zhong Yan to numb his palms, and then he turned his wrists, wanting to grit his teeth and take another strike. As a result, the person in front of him gave a weird laugh, and Zhong Yan instantly smelled a strange fragrance.
Damn you, you're actually cheating.
This was probably Zhong Yan's last thought when he passed out.
[Come late, come late, today is all class, I wrote a little bit at night, not much, I will make up for it tomorrow.]