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Tingxiang Pavilion Hall.

When Yun He came back, Ji Liuyun and the other two people were in the hall as well as the rescued members of the Ghost Sword Sect, including Xiao Wuxian, the son of the Huangquan Patriarch.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators, including Xiao Wuxian, gathered together and seemed to be discussing something, while the remaining disciples of the Seven or Eight Civilian Ghost Sword Sect, who were Danjie or below, sat slumped aside, looking frightened.

Seeing him coming back, Feng Qingdan, the owner of this place, smiled brightly, stepped forward and said:

"Fellow Daoist Yun is back. Thanks to Daoist Yun's formation to stop us, we can successfully escape the Yuan clan's pursuit."

Yun He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist Feng was so complimentary. This is Yun's responsibility, but fellow Taoists took the risk to come to my aid, which I admire."

Simple greetings and mutual flattery can almost be regarded as "compulsory courses" for Yuanying monks.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I would like to introduce you to you. This is Han Bai, the old ghost of the Ghost Sword Sect, the leader of the Ghost Sword Sect. Friend Daoist Han, this is Yun Heyun. The formation that previously blocked the Yuan Clan's formation is Yundao. The power of friends.”

With Feng Qingdan and Ji Liuyun, two people who are good at dancing, it is basically impossible for the scene to become cold.

Upon hearing this, the strong man Han Bai's face was still pale, but he immediately cupped his fists towards Yun He and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help!"

Being both a Nascent Soul cultivator is enough to make people take it seriously, not to mention that Yun He is also a fourth-level array mage. This is an existence that it is best not to offend if you can, because no one knows when someone will ask for help. .

"I have heard of Fellow Daoist Han a long time ago. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary. Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be polite to him." Yun He smiled and said politely.

"And this is Xiao Wuxian, Fellow Daoist Xiao."

Feng Qingdan then introduced the only late-stage pill-forming monk among the group of people they were discussing.

"Xiao Wuxian has met Senior Yun."

Although this person has a good background, he still behaves respectfully towards Nascent Soul cultivators like Yun He.

Yun He also returned the favor.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao is indeed young and promising."

I just don’t know whether it is Yun He who is older or this Xiao Wuxian who is older.

But cultivation here can represent seniority.

After the simple acquaintance and greetings were over, several people returned to the previous topic.

"This matter is somewhat weird." Ancestor Lotus said with a frown.

'It seems I'm not the only one who feels this way. '

Yun He thought in his heart.

"Indeed." Ji Liuyun nodded slightly, with thoughts lingering between his brows.

Their rescue went very smoothly this time.

Although they encountered an ambush from the Yuan Clan, no matter how you looked at it, the ambush seemed a bit hasty, so hasty that it seemed like they were deliberately letting them run away so easily.

"Fellow Taoists, you may wish to explain the matter in detail, and I will discuss it together."

As Mu Yazi, who is in charge of Tingxiang Tower, should be the person who least understands what happened before, so he spoke.

And with his age and seniority, he is worthy of the responsibility of being in charge.

After that, Han Bai, the old ghost of Bidao, started to tell how the Ghost Sword Sect was attacked by the Black Abyss Mist and the Yuan Clan, and had to deviate from the original escape route, and finally asked Tingxiang Tower for help.

After that, Ji Liuyun was responsible for telling what happened before and after their rescue.

After finishing speaking, the hall fell into silence, and everyone was thinking about the clues in their minds.

"Perhaps there was no ambush or trap in this matter, and the encounter with the Yuan clan was just the right time?" Mu Yazi said hesitantly.

Because it seems that this is the only way to explain it.

Yun He couldn't help frowning and rubbing his chin gently.

He felt that things were not that simple.

His eyes swept over the people in front of him one by one and vaguely.

'Strange, the feeling of palpitations before could not be an illusion, right? '

He has always trusted his spiritual sense.

But now he didn't feel any palpitations among the people in front of him.

'Feeling my awareness and hiding deeper? What if there aren't traitors among these people? '

In fact, Yun He was not the only one who had such thoughts.

It is precisely because of this that the atmosphere in the hall becomes a bit strange.

"Haha, maybe it's just like Taoist friend Mu Yazi said. You Taoists are tired from this trip, so I have prepared fine spiritual wine and spiritual food for you. How about"

Feeling this, Feng Qingdan showed a little embarrassment and tried to ease it.

But the worry deep in her eyes was not hidden from everyone, at least not from Yun He's eyes.

obviously.

If one of them really defected to the Yuan Clan, it would have a huge impact on her Tingxiang Tower, and it would most likely follow in the footsteps of the Ghost Sword Sect.

"Owner!!"

At this time, a disciple from Tingxiang Tower rushed in with panic on his pretty face, "Outside, outside"

Before she finished speaking, several rays of divine consciousness swept out.

Immediately.

Everyone's expressions changed.

The Yuan Clan is actually chasing after them!

This is unreasonable and abnormal!

This added another layer of estrangement in the hearts of everyone who was already suspicious.

But no one spoke.

Several streams of light shot out from the hall.

On a vast plain outside Tingxiang Tower, a large group of Abyss tribe and Abyss beasts came here carrying billowing black mist.

Facing Tingxianglou's sect-protecting formation, they even put on a posture ready to attack.

At the front of the Abyss clan, a leader shrouded in black robes rode out slowly on a ferocious Abyss beast, followed by six or seven people.

They are all from the fourth level Yuan clan!

"Yuan Clan Sacrifice."

Seeing the strange black crutch held by the leader of the Yuan clan, Han Bai, the old ghost of Pidao, his face darkened and he said in a solemn voice.

Through previous exchanges and seeing with his own eyes, Yunhe also had a general understanding of the Yuan clan's situation.

Unlike the Sea Clan, which exists in the form of an ethnic group, and unlike the human monks, who exist in the form of sects and families, the leaders of the Yuan Clan are a group of beings who call themselves the "Yuan Sacrifice".

They believe in the "Abyss" as the source of their power and their destination after death.

Therefore, the Yuan tribe is divided into high priests, sacrificial elders, and sacrificial priests.

Sacrifice represents a status symbol, but it is not entirely linked to strength.

But one thing that is certain is that the Yuan clan who are priests are more difficult to deal with than the ordinary Yuan clan, and their abilities are also weirder.

"What do they mean by this, that they want to forcefully attack the formation?"

Feng Qingdan had a serious face and couldn't help but look at Yun He.

As if he understood what he meant, Yun He shook his head, "As long as the spiritual veins are not cut off, the internal stability is stable, and we are stationed there, they won't be able to easily break the formation even if it takes several months."

Everyone was slightly relieved after hearing this.

With the formation here, they don't need to worry, they are already invincible.

just.