Chapter 340 Master, where are you going?
At the gate of the charity cemetery, a dark figure appeared. The figure was quite tall, wearing a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"What happened later? Is the Beast God a descendant of the Tianhua clan?" The voice was dull, but without a trace of emotion, and it was also very unpleasant.

Zhou Yixian looked around and saw that they had no chance to escape. Helplessly, he could only continue, "This is just my guess. It doesn't mean anything."

"That beast god is not from the Tianhua clan, but the method it uses to gather evil spirits is a Tianhua secret technique. For example, the Bloodthirsty Pearl, although it is formed by the gathering of evil spirits, has never actively absorbed the evil spirits of heaven and earth."

"It even releases evil energy all the time. It gathers evil energy through blood. The evil energy in the bloodthirsty bead and the evil energy between heaven and earth have different concentrations, and will gradually dissipate..."

"But the Beast God is different. Wherever he passes, evil spirits gather automatically. I think he can't control it himself, so I thought of the Tianhua secret technique..."

Daoxuan nodded and continued to ask: "What about Murong Ji? Why does he know the Tianhua secret technique?"

Zhou Yixian looked around the room with some concern, then asked, "I said, can you please let us go?"

Daoxuan was silent for a long time before he responded: "If you can solve my confusion, I will let you go."

Zhou Yixian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Zhou Xiaohuan suddenly interrupted him: "Grandpa, you can't betray Brother Murong! Brother Murong's situation is unclear now, aren't you harming him?"

Zhou Yixian pushed Xiaohuan behind him and said, "What do you know?"

"grandfather!"

Zhou Yixian said without caring: "When I first met this kid, I saw that the material of the Tianwen Sword was extraordinary, and the one used was a divine seat. That divine seat probably belonged to the Tianhua clan."

"I don't know what method Murong used to obtain the Tianhua secret technique and integrated it into the Taiji Xuanqing Taoism. It is estimated that it is time for his magical power to be perfected now."

After Zhou Yixian finished speaking, he looked at Daoxuan, who was dressed in a black robe, and carefully pulled Zhou Xiaohuan, signaling him to leave quickly with him.

After walking a few steps, he realized that Zhou Xiaohuan hadn't caught up with him. He turned around and saw Zhou Xiaohuan blocking the door of the charity cemetery. He couldn't help but have a headache, "Oh, my little ancestor, what are you going to do again!"

"Brother Murong's situation is unclear at this moment. It would be fine if no one found out, but at this moment... I absolutely cannot leave! Grandpa, you go first. I want to protect Brother Murong."

Zhou Yixian had a bitter look on his face, "My little ancestor! Use your brain, Murong Ji is more clever than a monkey when it comes to hair. If he didn't have the confidence, would he practice like this!"

"You have also seen the power of that cold air. Who can hurt him? Come with me now."

"I do not!"

"Hehe, since you don't want to leave, then don't leave!" The next moment, Daoxuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot...

The sky gradually brightened, and three more coffins appeared in the funeral home.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the scorching sunlight slowly gathers in the air, turning into flowing water, slowly pouring in.

Daoxuan suddenly appeared from the darkness, walked to the coffin, opened the lid, and lying inside was Zhou Xiaohuan.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaohuan's face was filled with fear and panic. She was so scared that she was about to cry, but unfortunately she couldn't move her body and could only close her eyes tightly.

Suddenly, a sigh was heard from within the charity cemetery...

This sigh made Daoxuan, who wanted to kill someone and take his blood, pause, and murderous intent filled his whole body.

Suddenly a shout came: "Why don't you turn back!"

"Fresh human blood is also what you need. Don't stop me." As soon as he finished speaking, Daoxuan's hand suddenly grabbed Zhou Xiaohuan's heart in the coffin.

In an instant, red clouds bloomed in the charity cemetery, and a red fairy sword directly blocked Daoxuan's ghost claws.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the coffin placed aside suddenly exploded. A figure rushed out and directly repelled Daoxuan.

The same cold breath hits you in the face, but it makes people feel more secure.

In an instant, the two men exchanged dozens of moves. In the charity cemetery, countless sword lights flashed, and for a moment, the fight was fierce and intense.

The Taoist magic used by the two was indeed Qingyun magic, and the skills were also Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism. The difference was that the true energy they used was Yinsha ghost energy.

This completely refreshed Zhou Xiaohuan's cognition. Who are these two people? Are they the Taoist ancestors who crawled out of the ancient tomb of Qingyun Mountain? ! !

"Do you think that you can trap me with that Heart-Destroying Lock?"

Daoxuan's eyes were red, and the bloody aura was even heavier. "I almost forgot that this Heart-Slaying Lock was created by your ancestor of Dazhu Peak. It must be uncomfortable to use it on you."

"Bah! You have already fallen into the evil path. If you don't turn back, you will be killed by my sword!"

Daoxuan sneered, "Haha, you were no match for me when you were victorious that day. How can you be my opponent now? You should know that your beloved disciple has already killed me once."

Tian Buyi's face suddenly became serious, without any fear, "Back then, you and Senior Brother Wan were so brilliant, and we were willing to follow you and go through fire and water."

"We once agreed that whoever gets possessed by a demon would be killed with the sword without mercy. Now, you are no longer the same as you were back then, and Senior Brother Wan is no longer here either. I am here to fulfill the promise we made to Senior Brother Wan!" Daoxuan was in a trance, as if he had returned to the past and blocked Tian Buyi's Red Spirit Sword. "The person that Wan Jianyi entrusted to someone at that time was Cangsong. What does that have to do with you?"

Tian Buyi's expression froze, "Yes, the person that Senior Brother Wan entrusted was Cangsong. Over the years, you have treated Cangsong differently and regarded him as Senior Brother Wan. I also know that."

"Now that Cangsong is gone, I am the only one left. Even if I die, Zeng Shuchang will still be there!"

“Hahaha!” Daoxuan laughed loudly towards the sky. Tears came out of his eyes as he laughed. He restrained his expression and said, “That also depends on your abilities! Tian Buyi! Take the sword!”

As soon as the words fell, the figure instantly dissipated in the billowing black ghost energy, overwhelming Tian Buyi.

The red fairy sword in Tian Buyi's hand was shining with red light and blazing fire. His fat and clumsy body rose from the ground and jumped high into the air.

The speed was surprisingly fast. He was the first to arrive after starting later, raised the Red Spirit Sword, and slashed at the black fog fiercely. With great force, the Red Cloud Pill Fire was thrown out in an arc.

With a "swish" sound, the black fog was directly cut apart, interrupting Daoxuan's ghost magic.

In an instant, there was a flash of sword light, and what blocked Tian Buyi's crazy attack was the Zhuxian Sword. It looked like stone but not stone, like jade but not jade, and there was a half-foot long black sword wrap in the middle of the sword.

"Haha, Tian Buyi! Your good disciple has re-forged the Zhuxian Sword, and the means he has devised have more than doubled the power of the Zhuxian Sword! Hahaha."

Daoxuan looked at the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, his face full of obsession, "If he knew that the Zhuxian Sword that he repaired with his own hands killed his most respected master, I wonder what his expression would be, hahahaha."

Tian Buyi's eyes widened and bloodshot, "Daoxuan! Don't destroy the roots of Qingyun! As long as he is alive, our Qingyun Sect can prosper for at least four hundred years!"

The Qingyun Sect prospered for more than four hundred years.

These few words continued to irritate Daoxuan's nerves.

Daoxuan was in a trance for a moment, and in an instant, the blood red in his eyes faded away, and he was full of confusion. He staggered back a few steps, unconsciously stopped, and looked stunned.

"What am I doing?!" As soon as the words fell, the dark evil energy around him slowly dissipated. Although it was still eerie, a peaceful atmosphere suddenly appeared around Daoxuan.

It was only a moment, but they seemed like two completely different people.

Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

Chang Jian hurriedly walked towards the disciples' courtyard, his steps as fast as the wind, and entered Xiao Yicai's yard. Without bothering to inform, he went straight up and knocked on Xiao Yicai's door.

"Come in."

Chang Jian pushed the door open and walked in. After taking a quick glance, he saw Xiao Yicai sitting at the table handling sect affairs.

"Brother Xiao, something happened!"

The pen in Xiao Yicai's hand paused for a moment, he was a little surprised, his face solemn. After putting down the pen, he took the letter handed to him by Chang Jian.

After a quick glance, his pupils shrank suddenly and he rubbed his forehead, "It's a troubled time."

"Brother, the remnants of the Demon Cult have reappeared, and most of them are disciples of the Ghost King Sect. After the monster catastrophe, it is difficult for us to spare any manpower now."

"But if we leave it alone, the Demon Cult may be in danger of unification... then..."

Xiao Yicai exhaled slowly, thinking, and said slowly: "Is there any news about Junior Brother Murong?"

Murong Ji is crucial to the future development of Qingyun Sect. Alchemy, weapon refining, and formation refining, these three can greatly enhance the strength of Qingyun Sect.

For Xiao Yicai, it doesn’t matter how amazing Murong Ji’s strength is. What matters is the cultivation resources he has cultivated and his abilities.

Chang Jian instantly understood what Xiao Yicai meant. "Brother, no. There were traces of fighting three hundred miles away from Heyang City. There were traces of the Zhuxian Sword Formation in Xiangzhou..."

As he said that, Xiao Yicai pulled out a map and followed the path of Qingyun Gate. He frowned slightly and asked, "Master! Where are you going?!"

Xiao Yicai thought about it carefully, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Brother, how should we respond?"

Xiao Yicai came back to his senses and thought carefully, "The most urgent thing is Junior Brother Murong. Let's not worry about the Demon Cult for now. Pay attention to their movements and don't catch us off guard."

"Yes!"

After Chang Jian left, Xiao Yi thought about it carefully, took out a pen and paper, and wrote two letters. "Junior brother, please come in for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked in from outside, "Brother, please give me your instructions."

"Send these two letters to Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley."

"Yes."

Sitting at the table, Xiao Yicai could no longer concentrate on processing things, his mind was in a mess.

(End of this chapter)