Originally, because the data here has not been taken over, I went back to the original chapter at half past ten, but later I was reminded by the "Sunshine Male Patient" that there was no display there. When I looked at it, it turned out. Now I will update it there and update it here again.

Fang Mingkong did not expect that the coward who was just sitting on the steps two years ago, who was not practicing cultivation and did not dare to leave easily had grown up so powerful. His every move showed the temperament that only monks who had been practicing for a long time had. His hands were decisive and ruthless, and his magic was even more neat.

Especially on my face, there was no longer any worry or confusion that I had in the past.

Before Fang Mingkong could speak, Yi Yan had already asked, "Where is Senior Brother Lin?"

"I don't know." Fang Mingkong shook his head and said, "I don't know where Senior Brother Lin was going. You... want to find Senior Brother Lin?"

A hint of vigilance suddenly flashed in his eyes. Yi Yan understood that at this time he was like a frightened bird, and he could not help but doubt himself.

"Senior Brother Lin taught me magic and taught me many things. I heard that Luo Xiao had something to do, so I rushed over." Yi Yan said.

"I heard that many people are looking for you, why are you still coming out?" Fang Mingkong asked in confusion.

"If I keep hiding in the Zijing Mountain because of danger, I might as well disperse the magic and not practice." Yi Yan said seriously: "Follow me." After that, he turned around and left. Fang Mingkong paused, looked around and followed immediately. He sensed heavy pressure from the darkness around him. This was something that he had never practiced seriously.

The light of magic shone from time to time in the darkness, and the rapid chanting of magic spells came from the faint wind. There was also a magic weapon that shook the void, and the surging waves of evil spirits were transmitted like waves.

Flashes of light burst into the night sky, and lives passed silently in the darkness. Only this world records that they were once practitioners.

In the dim moonlight, there was an inconspicuous mountain top with two people standing there, both wearing Xuanqing Taoist robes. One of them looked in his thirties and had a serious expression. You could tell at a glance that he was a person who didn't like to talk much. He was standing by his hands with a big sword with sheaths, and the sword was very wide, at least twice as wide as an ordinary sword. The sword, like his people, gave people a serious and dull feeling, as if the sword was just out of the sheath, no one could escape the killing of the sword.

The other person looked much younger, and he was filled with a lively aura. He was holding a long sword in his arms. Judging from the scabbard, the sword was shorter than an ordinary sword.

The two people stand together, which makes them feel completely different, as if they are yin and yang.

"The breath of the Yin-Yang Sword Gourd finally appeared." said the monk who looked agile.

"The eldest brother said he would appear, but it really appeared. It's not worth waiting for him for so long." said the monk with a solemn breath.

"If you want me to tell me, just go directly into Zijing Mountain. No one dares to stop us Shushan." said the young monk with agility.

"Don't you remember what Master said? Zijing Mountain is not a casual place. For us practitioners, it is already a first-class and fierce place. Since he will come out, we will wait for him to come out. Now that he comes out, we will just go and catch him in the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

"If it weren't for the fact that Longhu Mountain was in a while ago, how could he have been free until now, and that we Shushan had been laughed at for so long?" said the young monk with a lively breath.

"Let's go, let's find him."

"Where do we need to take action? Let me go alone. Senior brother just enjoy the rare destruction and rebirth in this world. Just let Junior brother go."

The monk with a big sword standing beside him nodded and said, "If someone knows that we Shushan actually requires two people to take action before we can take back the lost treasure, it will be a dull face. It's better for you to go alone, but you should be careful. I heard that he has a few magic tricks that are difficult to guard against. You can't give him a chance to take action, but you should also be careful about his soul-catching eyes."

"Don't worry, senior brother, you and I have condensed the sword baby. The soul is hidden in the sword baby. It's not something he can move. I'll go." As he finished speaking, he stretched into the air, turned into a wisp of sword threads and flashed away, disappearing in the night sky in a blink of an eye.

For Shushan, it is a very shameful thing that the Shushan School’s magic weapon was snatched by outsiders and has been used.

Zhao Yue stood there and looked at the spells that flashed everywhere, and felt a sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox. Although Luo Xiao was not as prosperous as his Shushan Sect, he was also a sect with a long history. The magic of the sect was mysterious and mysterious. Most of the practitioners in the sect were peaceful. Although they had no good friends with Shushan, they did not have any evil friends. However, this sect with a long history has been destroyed.

"When can Shushan last until?" Zhao Yue thought to himself, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened again.

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Darkness entangles people's footsteps and covers your and my eyes. It makes us unable to see clearly ahead and closes the unbright heart.

Fang Mingkong followed Yi Yan and quickly walked to a place that could be considered a secluded place. Fang Mingkong did not sense that there were so many people peeking in the darkness.

Yi Yan stopped and said, "I want to borrow your eyes to see where Senior Brother Lin is."

With Yi Yan's supernatural power of observing life, it is impossible to see the whereabouts of people like Lin Mingting, who have cultivated their abilities. However, since he has survived the three tribulations, the soul has entered a mysterious state of sensing the world, and the supernatural power of observing life has also been greatly improved, and he can see the whereabouts of practitioners.

"Are you really here to help Brother Lin?" Fang Mingkong was still a little suspicious. There are too many ungrateful people these days. Although he has not experienced it, he couldn't help but think about it at this sensitive time. Moreover, people around him were trying to chew a piece of meat from Luo Xiao.

Yi An was always following Yi Yan and listening quietly, and suddenly said, "My brother said that he was also Luo Xiao's registered disciple. Although he had not joined the Luo Xiao Sect, Senior Brother Lin asked me to invite my brother to join the Luo Xiao Sect at that time, and my brother was always concerned about it."

Fang Mingkong heard Yi An's words and looked at Yi Yan again, looking at Yi Yan's godlessness, thinking that he had indeed come to Luo Xiao, Senior Brother Lin Mingting seemed to be good to him, and Senior Brother Lin should not be wrong when he saw people. Thinking of this, he said: "Senior Brother Lin heard that there was a Qisu gentleman in the Zijing Mountain who saw that there was a golden dragon lying in the Qing Dynasty. When the scales were bleeding, he guessed that the person might be you. It seems that it was you. Since you are here to help Senior Brother Lin, I will lend you my eyes to see it. At this time, many people must have chased Senior Brother Lin, and he took us Luo Xiao..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Yan had already reached out to stop him and said, "No need to say it, someone will hear you when you say it. Let me see it." After that, he stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and placed it in front of Fang Mingkong, and said, "Stretch out your hand and hold my hand, your heart is as calm as water, don't think about anything."

Fang Mingkong put his hand on Yi Yan's hand, closed his eyes, and suppressed the throbbing in his heart that was surging because of the destruction of the master's sect. As the throbbing in his heart was suppressed, slowly, his eyes that were originally closed could see anything, but he felt that his eyes seemed to see a glimmer of light, and the glimmer of light spread like water. As the glimmer of light swept open, his heart became quieter and calmer, as if his heart had sunk into this glimmer of light.

Yi Yan's voice was heard in his ears: "Now, think about the situation before Senior Brother Lin separated from you."

As Yi Yan's words rang, Fang Mingkong couldn't help but remember what he said before the master burst into thousands of arrows. At the same time, the scene was also presented to Yi Yan's eyes.

There is a magnificent hall, with five rows of people neatly arranged in the hall. In the front of each row, there was an old or middle-aged man standing, all wearing black Taoist robes, and behind them were relatively young monks. There were not many people in the first row, only seven more, and three fewer. Among them, Lin Mingting stood behind an old man in the second row. He was wearing a blue robe, and like other disciples in the hall, he had a solemn and silent face. Fang Mingkong stood directly behind Lin Mingting. Through Fang Mingkong's eyes, he could only see Lin Mingting's back.

Standing on the hall platform opposite everyone was an old man with white hair and beard and dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe. His face was neither happy nor sad, as if the things he was about to face were just light winds and clouds. He looked at the five rows of Luo Xiaomenmen in front and said, "There is no eternal world, and there is no eternal law. When the practice method is gone, there must be a wonderful gate in the world. Whether Luo Xiao can stand again in the world depends on you."

"Master, aren't you leaving with us?" asked the first Taoist man in a mysterious black Taoist robe on the far left quickly.

"I have merged with Luo Xiao. Luo Xiao stays, I will never die. Luo Xiao dies, I will disperse. You go." The old Taoist with white robe and white hair was so plain, just like the water in winter, the lonely cold.

He fell behind, and the people standing in the hall paused for a while, then turned around silently. Although some worries or different expressions inevitably appeared on their faces, they thought that the sect was about to be destroyed and that the magical methods they had practiced for so many years would disappear. By comparison, they could see that their static skills had reached a higher level.

One of the voices said: "Everyone brings a spiritual object. Take it away if you can take it away, and it can also be used as a protective method. One day, who will succeed in the great way? I hope he can return to Luoxiao and establish a sect."

Everyone dispersed, and Fang Mingkong walked around blankly, not knowing what to get. Here, a look of old and tired Taoist priest gave him a long blue stone, which was the magic weapon of the Star-Stone that Fang Mingkong had just used.

Seeing this, Yi Yan understood that the dissipation of Luo Xiao's spiritual power had a great impact on their cultivation, and the higher the cultivation level, the more profound the impact it had.

Not long afterwards, a white light shone in the world. It was Luo Xiao's contemporary ancestor who transformed into millions of arrows and shot at people around Luo Xiao Mountain, creating an opportunity for the disciples in the sect to escape.

These scenes just flashed by, but you can tell that the time is really critical.

He saw Lin Mingting, who turned into a light of spirit and walked towards the northeast, like a meteor passing through the sky, without being stopped by anything.

Time and space change, aura fluctuations.

In the darkness, Yi Yan and Fang Mingkong held hands, and the two stood there, with a surging light surging between their hands like flames. Yi Yan communicated with the spiritual power connection between Fang Mingkong and Lin Mingting, watching his current whereabouts.

The world is mysterious and unpredictable.

Suddenly, a ball of spiritual light burst out, and Yi Yan's head was filled with turtle soul.

Yi Yan saw where Lin Mingting was now, and saw Lin Mingting wearing a blue Taoist robe. He was still naked and alone. When Yi Yan saw him, he seemed to have a sense of sensitivity and looked in Yi Yan's direction, frowned slightly, and then he suddenly pointed to the empty air, with a bright blue fingertips, and his whole body disappeared like a reflection in the water and was blown by the wind.

However, after Lin Mingting disappeared, Yi Yan saw several shadows appearing in the area where he was. The shadows emerged from the soil, the branches and leaves of the tree, and the dust floating on the ground. They were all protected by spells, and they could not see them clearly. They only saw blurry shadows. When they appeared, someone immediately looked up at the sky, and someone immediately said, "Someone peeked, be careful."

Then he saw someone grabbing a handful of earth on the ground and raising it into the air. Everything Yi Yan saw in his eyes became yellow and yellow, and he could not see anything.
Chapter completed!