There was no sleep in Qingcheng tonight, because after the twelve Tribulation Realm elders who were unwilling to wait for death formed a group and rushed down the mountain, no one came back, and there was no news.

At 11:11, Yuan Qiu looked at the group of elders in the hall and said with a wry smile: "Look at the situation, the whole army has been wiped out again."

Thinking of Zou Wenshan, the elder of the medicine hall who had left, Murong Ming thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we all underestimated the strength of the dynasty?"

The elder in the hall thought for a while and said softly: "As far as I know, the head of the Phoenix Sect has already bowed his head to the imperial court..."

When Murong Ming heard this, he immediately asked: "Elder Wang, how do you say this?"

Elder Wang, who was speaking in the hall, shook his head and continued: "This matter is no longer a secret in Vientiane City. Before spring has begun, Phoenix Mountain has sent elders to the Imperial City to meet with the Imperial Master."

Yuan Qiu, who was the head of the hall, shivered in anger, looked at a group of elders and said, "In this case, wouldn't we be fighting alone?"

Murong Ming sighed and replied leisurely: "As the leader said, otherwise Elder Zou of the Medicine Hall would not have chosen to leave overnight..."

In his opinion, if his hands were not clean, he would have secretly found a way to escape.

In the eyes of everyone, Qingcheng was a sect that was born out of the world and was above the imperial dynasty.

But the control of Qingcheng is in the hands of others. To put it into perspective, if the dynasty is weak, it will be bullied, and the worst is that they will not have any contact with each other in the future.

But I didn't expect that the Imperial Master, who had been promoted to the imperial court, would suddenly come back and behead the Queen in front of all the ministers.

No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of things going well.

Yuan Qiu thought for a while, looked at Murong Ming and asked: "Elder law enforcement, what do you think?"

"I see that the leader has not made a decision yet, so I thought you had some other trump cards."

Murong Ming sighed, thinking that at this critical moment, you are asking for my opinion? I am not the leader.

"My trump card is gone."

Yuan Qiu sighed and said helplessly: "But I always thought that Phoenix Mountain would stand on the same front as me, and that Elder Su could withstand the ups and downs of the dynasty... But, I guessed all these wrong."

"What should we do?" Murong Ming looked at the night sky outside the palace and said, "I am also very confused. Could it be that the imperial advisor has reached a state that we cannot understand?"

Yuan Qiu waved his hand, took a deep breath, patted the back of the chair under him and said, "We'll wait until tomorrow to see what they want in the end. We'll make a decision later."

Murong Ming looked at him deeply and moved the corners of his mouth.

He said something that only Yuan Qiu could hear: "I don't want to die yet, Qingcheng still has hundreds of disciples and elders..."

Dark clouds filled the sky and pressed down on Qingcheng. There were countless elders in the hall, but only two of them were worried about the future of Qingcheng.

As the head of the sect, Yuan Qiu naturally did not want to fight against the imperial master. After all, he would leave this world in less than two years.

I'm afraid Qingcheng will have nothing to do with him in the future. His heart is in the sea of ​​time. How can he be willing to gamble with his life for a few insignificant elders?

After all, he is the only elder in Qingcheng who sees hope of ascension.

After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and said: "They are using their momentum to oppress us... Let's wait until tomorrow to talk about everything. How can we be as timid as Phoenix Mountain?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the back hall. Then he sent a message to Murong Ming again: "Please, Elder Murong, please come..."

Murong Ming was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, is the situation stronger than the person after all?

He waved his hands and said to a group of elders: "Everyone, go back and rest first. If there is anything important, we can discuss it tomorrow." After saying that, he shook his head and walked towards the main hall.

He knew in his heart that no one would be able to sleep peacefully tonight, especially the four remaining elders, who were probably thinking about how to leave Qingcheng overnight.

…

Halfway through the Hai hour, we were in the big tent at the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Hei looked at the eleven rings on the table in a daze, and kept nagging: "Brother is so stingy, I only gave Xiao Hei one, but I put in a lot of effort."

"Does the one during the day count? If you think it's too little, give me both. Whatever you want to eat in the future, I'll pay for it."

Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "Five thousand forbidden troops are here. We can't let the emperor pay for them all. We have to find some ways to do it."

Xiao Hei watched Li Yuan put away the ring on the table, then watched him take out a box of cakes, and couldn't help but pick up a piece.

Hehe said: "Then let the Forbidden Army share it, just pretend I didn't pick it up."

Li Xiuyuan frowned. As a national advisor of the dynasty, Qingcheng's affairs were not over yet. How could he dare to relax at this time?

Looking at Xiao Hei in front of him, he said decisively: "There are still four elders in Qingcheng. We will leave here when the trouble here is solved."

Xiao Hei nodded, and then asked: "Do you want to send those guys' heads back to them?"

"At the eleventh hour, I will give them a morning surprise. I don't want to spend any more time here."

Thinking of Fengyun City that he missed in his dreams, Li Xiuyuan couldn't wait any longer.

Xiao Hei nodded, lowered his head and drank a cup of herbal tea, fluttered his wings and flew to his bed, closed his eyes and dreamed.

Watching a pot of tea, Li Xiuyuan felt no sleepiness at all.

It wasn't the upcoming battle. Thirteen people were already on the hunt for the murderer, and the only four remaining Tribulation Realm elders were not in his eyes at all.

Even if the leader of Qingcheng is added, so what?

Thinking of the dozen or so Qingcheng disciples who were injured and had broken arms and legs in the military camp, the pain left over from the Beihai battlefield.

These days, he has prepared elixirs for everyone to take.

It will take less than two months to gradually recover.

It will take up to two years of hard work to get back to the original condition.

In the eyes of practitioners, two years is just a matter of a snap of the fingers. As long as the body can be restored to its original state, who will care about how many more years it takes?

When a group of disabled people drank the elixir and felt the bones of their bodies squirming slightly, tears fell uncontrollably.

Over the years, they have been a burden in Qingcheng. The head of the family has ignored them, the elders have ignored them, and even their fellow disciples have not really cared about them.

I felt that my body was undergoing earth-shaking changes, and some people even broke through overnight, but no one wanted to return to Qingcheng. It was said that the five realms were so big that they could practice anywhere.

I will never return to this sect without any warmth.

What Li Xiuyuan was worried about was Hu Ge, his childhood playmate and the boy who called him brother, who had lost news.

The hero who lost an arm on the North Sea battlefield.

Also because of Qingcheng's ruthlessness, he left early and wandered around the five regions alone, hiding his name. Even Tang Chao and Xiaoju had no news about him in these years.

This has undoubtedly become a pain in his heart. If he cannot find Hu Ge, he is afraid that he will not be able to practice in Fengyun City with peace of mind. Even if he returns to Tianshan, he will not find peace.

To think about it, you have to be close to the person you are thinking about before you can go.

Otherwise, in the end, you will never forget it, keep it in your heart, become a kind of longing, and then become a heart disease.

If the heart disease lasts for a long time, it will turn into a demon if you are not careful.

It was easy to let go of Fang Cun Mountain, the Nangong family, and a group of friends in the Five Regions Imperial City. He didn't want to keep holding the guy who lost his arm on his head.

He is fighting to cross the river.

That night, I didn't sleep well either up or down the mountain.

Even Nalan Yu, who was guarding the foot of the mountain, did not dare to close his eyes because disciples from Qingcheng kept sneaking down the mountain that night.

A battle at the foot of the mountain has long been reported to Qingcheng. No one wants to become cannon fodder tomorrow.

After three days, half of the disciples in Qingcheng had fled. When the disciples down the mountain smelled the smell of blood that could not be eliminated in the wind, they all secretly rejoiced for their decision.

But the Imperial Guards at the foot of the mountain were looking forward to the arrival of dawn, because General Nalan told them that after the last day, everyone could break camp and go to the imperial city.

They surrounded the foot of the mountain to prevent the murderer who participated in the murder from escaping.

After another day of fighting, they can return to the imperial city to pay homage to the spirits of their dead brothers.

From midnight to Mao hour in the early morning, it was the longest night spent by the five thousand forbidden troops.

Before Mao hour, Nalan Yu ordered the army to start cooking, and the National Preceptor set the time for the final attack to be at the quarter hour!

It rained lightly in the early morning and the mountains were foggy, and the entire Qingcheng was shrouded in rain and fog.

It was such a not refreshing day, but the quiet Qingcheng was awakened by the sound of an arrow. An iron arrow from the military camp at the foot of the mountain flew up through the clouds and fog!

It was half past midnight, and before the first ray of sunshine in the sky fell, the iron arrow shot by Li Xiuyuan had already awakened the entire Qingcheng from its slumber.

The talisman arrows that penetrated the clouds and mist flew towards Qingcheng, and first detonated the huge altar in the square outside the Qingcheng main hall!

With a loud noise, the rune arrow detonated the rune buried under Xiao Hei!

The explosion of "Boom!" woke up hundreds of elders and disciples from their dreams!

Looking at the altar that had been blown to pieces in the square, Elder Qingcheng, who had been silent for three days, finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

However, before the elders could reach the square, the disciples came to their senses, and another disciple screamed in the main hall.

"Oh my god! Everyone, come here quickly!"

So dozens of people, hundreds of people, rushed towards the main hall, and saw twelve masked heads neatly lined up at the entrance of the main hall!

A brave disciple lifted the black cloth, and someone immediately screamed: "Oh my God, isn't this Elder Wang Tianyun?"

"This is Elder Zhang from the sword hall. Hasn't he already gone down the mountain?"

For a moment, the entire elders and disciples in front of the main hall were in chaos. Not one of the twelve Tribulation Realm elders in Qingcheng returned to Qingcheng alive.

There was a deathly silence around the hall, and everyone's eyes had moved from the heads on the ground to the black arrow on the doorpost of the hall. There was clearly a letter tied to the black arrow.
To be continued...