She simply recorded a note, put it into a little puppet, and let it run down the mountain with her message.

Through the teleportation circle, Mu Xue came to Huacheng.

Ding Lanlan, who arrived first, caught her and cheered, "Great, Xiaoxue is here too."

Under the wall of Huacheng, near the magic circle of Guiyuan Sect, there were Zhuo Yu, Xiao Changge, Lin Yin, Cheng Yan and others, plus Mu Xue and Ding Lanlan, they were the six-person team that had gone deep into the demon world.

Not far from the Guiyuan Sect's teleportation array, monks from various sects gathered in front of the array to come to their aid.

Because there is a demon control formation hidden in the city, which is opened every ten years, this town is one of the few cities that has a large number of sect teleportation formations at the same time.

At this moment, the number of black monsters in the sky was so overwhelming that it was mind-numbing.

Within the city, magic formations everywhere kept lighting up, and monks from various sects and sects came to support in a steady stream.

Mu Xue even saw Uncle Zhong in the crowd, whom he had not seen for many years. The old man who had paid homage to his deceased wife at the Dongyue Temple now looked older with a more rugged back, sparse white hair.

He was very happy to see Mu Xue. He took Mu Xue's hand and looked up and down, "The little cub that I was back then has grown into a big girl in the blink of an eye."

"Uncle Zhong, why are you here?" Mu Xue was also very happy to see her old friend, but she couldn't bear the thought of such an old man participating in such a dangerous battle.

"Hehe, this kind of work should be done by old guys like us who have reached the end of our lives. It is better than letting children like you, who are like flowers, go to the front line to work hard."

A group of cultivators from the Tianyan Sect walked through the crowd and came to Mu Xue and others. The female cultivator who led her glanced at the faces of the people and frowned.

"You Guiyuan Sect are too perfunctory. Why don't you send some powerful people to such an important place?"

"Really," the junior sister behind her quickly said, "not to mention Fu Yun and Miao Hong'er, but also Yang Jun, Ye Xingzhou and other stupid young people who have never shown their faces."

"Look at the one in the red dress. I remember her. She is the youngest disciple of Guiyuan Sect's Xingting Zhenren. She was a little baby held by Fu Yun on the Dongyue Shinto a few years ago. She is at most sixteen or seventeen years old now."

"You're so young. Can you hold the sword firmly? What's the use of coming here? It's just to make up the numbers."

After hearing these words, Uncle Zhong comforted Mu Xue and said, "Don't mind, I know Xiaoxue's strength and will never lose to anyone."

To his surprise, not only did Mu Xue not take it seriously, but also several younger fellow disciples around Mu Xue took it calmly and did not take such criticism to heart at all.

"It's okay, old man. Strength is gained on the battlefield, not blown out by mouth." Ding Lanlan smiled and said again what Mu Xue once said in the demon world.

"Your Guiyuan Sect is indeed a famous and authentic sect, and every disciple teaches so well." Uncle Zhong nodded and praised, "Brother Fu and Miss Miao from back then are so fresh in my memory. At that time, there was also a Master Cen who was here

, I don’t know how he is doing in the demon world now.”

Cen Qianshan, whom Uncle Zhong mentioned, was sitting in an inn at the foot of Jiulian Mountain. Instead of waiting for Mu Xue, he was waiting for a tin puppet made by Mu Xue.

The short little puppet climbed to the top of the table, opened his mouth and spat out Mu Xue's voice,

"Dear Qianshan, I need to go to Huacheng due to urgent matters. I expect to be back in a day or two. Please find a comfortable inn at the foot of the mountain, spread the quilt softly, and wait for my return."

The little puppet handed over a paper talisman folded into a triangle with both hands, "You live at the foot of the mountain. If you find any emergency in our school, please burn this transmission talisman to let us know."

Cen Qianshan was unhappy when he first heard that Mu Xue left alone. Later, he felt better when he heard Mu Xue's sweet words. He said that when he finally laid out the quilt, he had already done all kinds of imagination, and he became completely happy and happy.
Chapter completed!