Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

A small raised mound of earth, a cumbersome stumbling block.

His body fell heavily into the haystack beside him, and his back hit a hard tree trunk.

The sound-transmitting jade in his hand suddenly met with misfortune and fell rapidly at a straight line, like a stone sinking into the sea without even a sound coming out.

Who could have expected that he would suddenly fall down while running, and this fall almost made him fall flat on his face.

While escaping, he was only paying attention to the light on the voice-transmitting jade. As a result, when he was about to answer the message, he did not notice a lump of earth standing up under his feet, and then... the accident happened.

The back of the boy's head was the hardest hit area. The swelling and pain made him subconsciously reach out to touch it, and he touched a small lump of earth that was the same as the one on the ground.

The soul-expanding talisman is used on a large scale, but it has both advantages and disadvantages. If the missing person does not mobilize the spiritual energy at the last moment of his disappearance, causing the spiritual energy to leak out, the results of the soul-expanding talisman's tracing will be inaccurate.

The disciple contract is a good thing, but in this world of cultivation, the disciple contract is a very useless and useless decoration. It has no other daily use. It only confirms that you are my disciple and I am your master after the contract takes effect. Other than that, it can no longer provide any substantial help.

Therefore, this contract has long been abolished by high-ranking monks from various major sects. To be honest, it is not as useful as that small piece of voice-transmitting jade.

The news that the inner sect disciples under Elder Liu of the Yu Tu Sect had disappeared without a trace spread throughout the Zuo Ci Peak and You Ci Peak within a day, and everything the other disciples said was related to this untrue incident.

There were even more absurd rumors, and everyone privately rumored that Liu Qi either beat or scolded his disciples, had a bad attitude, and abused and beat them in turns. This caused the disciples to have a lot of anger in their throats, and they were forced to jump off the cliff to escape the devil's clutches in this undesirable way.

A large number of disciples were sent out to search for the person, but no one reported any useful news.

Before Zhou Wen returned to the sect, Baili Qi created the illusion that he was still sleeping, and he himself had no idea what evil thing he had done.

The disciple who had managed to survive was also the lucky one who was deliberately let off by Baili Qi. He threw himself into the arms of his master in great emotion, crying and accusing "Zhou Wen" of his brutal behavior.

The consequences of extreme speech are obvious. It can induce an imbalance of negative emotions in the body. When Liu Gang heard the first sentence his disciple said, his pair of three white eyes suddenly burst out with a cold and fierce light, and the wrinkles on his face became more gloomy and cracked.

He also slandered Zhou Wen about the Jin Fu Yu incident and took the blame for all the bad things.

In the main hall, the two were in a silent standoff.

In the past, because he was afraid of Liu Tan's accomplishments and reputation, he was tolerant and accommodating in everything. He thought that after he made such a big concession and sacrifice, Liu Tan would also restrain himself and give in a little.

Unexpectedly, this person, relying on his unshakable position, became more arrogant and domineering, and even accused himself of a false charge on the spot. You said he liked Junior Sister Wu, he admitted it, but you said he used despicable means to kill his fellow disciple, he would never admit it!

The hand, as bony as a dead branch, pointed its fingertips angrily at the man on the podium who looked innocent and helpless.

His rationality, which was controlled by anger, had already collapsed. He frowned and glared, loudly condemning: "Zhou Wen! You don't deserve the title of the leader! You don't deserve to be the leader! You have completely forgotten the idea of ​​the Yutu Sect that the strong help the weak!"

Li Yijing had heard about what happened in the hall, but unfortunately a barrier had been set up outside the door, preventing other disciples from eavesdropping on the discussion.

Some disciples quietly approached Senior Brother Li and wanted to find out what happened in the hall, but were firmly rejected by Li Yijing with a "no comment".

"Tsk, what's so great about it? If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." The disciple was dissatisfied with Li Yijing's cold attitude. Showing weakness in action did not mean showing weakness in words. If he really fought, he really could not beat Li Yijing. After all, except for Zhou Wen, Li Yijing was the most senior disciple in the entire Yu Tu Sect.

If nothing unexpected happens, when Liu Tan no longer holds the title of elder in the future, he will be the new successor to the elder position.

He was the one who created the barrier outside the door.

No matter how Liu Han slandered and insulted him, Zhou Wen refused to admit it from beginning to end. He knew nothing about these things, and he wanted him to take the blame that did not belong to him. It was impossible. Although he was not tough, he was very strong-willed. Even if Liu Han secretly used his cultivation to suppress him and wanted to force him to confess, he still couldn't chew this hard bone.

The young man who had escaped death beside him was afraid that the violent spiritual flow would affect him, so he quickly stepped forward and turned around to hide, hiding behind the golden pillar in the hall, daring only to show half of his little head looking around.

With a loud "bang", an unidentified object rushed quickly towards the jade brick wall behind it, followed by two dull collision sounds and the sound of it falling to the ground.

There is a visibly dent in the wall above and behind the main seat. If you use a little more force, you can see the scenery outside.

The person lying on the ground unable to move was the leader of the Yutu Sect - Zhou Wen.

There was a huge gap between their cultivation levels, so the winner and loser would be obvious at a glance. The down-and-out sect leader, who had no one to help him, was in an even more difficult situation. He could clearly sense that Liu Han was determined to kill him this time.

As a last resort, he summoned his spiritual weapon, the Er'e Sword, and prepared to fight a desperate battle with the opponent to grab a chance of survival.

"Let's all return together, all your might will belong to me. Go!" The sharp sword wind and the fierce roar rolled towards Liu Han.

The old man remained calm as he formed a magic seal with his hands. A golden magic shield appeared and solidified in mid-air. The two different killing spirits attacked head-on. The sharp sound generated by the impact force cut the air.

Such a big thing happened in the main hall, and many people gathered outside the door. Everyone's face was solemn and there was deep sorrow between their brows.

The disciple in the hall had nowhere to escape and could only rely on his own shallow spiritual power to block the aftermath of the leak, stay as far away from the center of where they were as possible, and look for other exits.

In the bedroom located northwest of the main hall, a female disciple hurriedly informed the sleeping man of the latest news. Baili Qi pretended to be terrified and shocked, and did not even have time to take off his outer robe from the wooden cover. He just walked out of the door wearing a lavender silk inner robe and solid-color slippers.

It normally only takes about ten minutes to walk from the side hall to the main hall, but if you speed up, you can get there in less than half the time.

On the way, they had to pass through the descending stone steps, and Baili Qi almost sprained his ankle. Fortunately, the female cultivator next to him was quick to steady his body.

Ever since that lavender figure suddenly appeared, Li Yijing's eyes could no longer accommodate any other special colors.

"Quick! Open the barrier for me!" the voice commanded without disguising the anxiety. Baili Qi even threw his hands on the barrier, and couldn't wait to rush into the hall to stop it.

However, the man did not move. It was not that he did not want to listen, but that he did not want to let him in. No one could predict what would happen inside. Baili Qi's cultivation was not enough to support the huge consumption of energy. If he went in, he would die. He could not... could not let him in!

Seeing that the young man was unwilling to remove the barrier and let him in, the man closed his eyes and made up his mind. He retreated dozens of meters and suddenly rushed forward, trying to break through the ruthless barrier.

Li Yijing was frightened by Baili Qi's desperate behavior and his heart was trembling. Just as he was trying to use his spiritual power to tie up Baili Qi, the barrier suddenly opened up a hole as high as a person from the inside.

At the moment the barrier was opened, the young man inside saw the gap and immediately fled the scene. Baili Qi seized the opportunity and rushed in. When his body completely passed the barrier, it closed automatically again.

"Be careful!" Seeing that the bloodthirsty spiritual blade was about to pierce his Taoist partner's fatal weakness, Baili Qi shouted a warning at the top of his lungs.

Zhou Wen was powerless to stop it, so she had to accept her fate and close her eyes tightly. Her mind was blank and chaotic, and she couldn't even replay the last few seconds of her memory.

"Puchi" is the sound of a sharp weapon sinking into the flesh.

The warm flowing liquid splashed onto Zhou Wen's face and clothes.

The reality that comes into view is filled with a dense feeling of pain that entangles my heart.