The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

"Master!"

"Daoist Qingfeng!"

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Mu Lian flew out of the encirclement.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and quickly swallowed a solid heart pill.

After stabilizing his pulse, he left the mountain quickly regardless of his injuries.

Inside the barrier, Ye Hanzhou looked at the staggering figure, pursing his lips tightly.

But he can't go out, he can only watch from inside.

Once again, he fell into his incompetence.

In the barrier, there is more than one person who thinks like him.

All the disciples and elders who were protected by Mu Lian were thinking at this moment why they couldn't help a little.

Among them, it was Lu Xiu who blamed himself the most.

Although he was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage at a young age, he was the pride of the new generation.

But in the face of danger, he is nothing.

It's impossible to simply protect a person you care about.

Mu Lian didn't know what the people in the barrier were thinking, so he quickly rushed into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

There was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, but he didn't look back.

"Mu Lian! You don't want to die?"

The person behind him shouted, it was Feng Lin's voice.

Mu Lian ignored him and quickly passed through the jungle.

Feng Lin looked at the white figure in front of him, frowning slightly.

"If you surrender to me, I might not be able to kill you. But if you are like this, new wounds will pile up old wounds, even if you don't die, you will still have the root cause of the disease!"

Mu Lian still didn't speak, but felt that the clothes on her chest were soaked.

He looked down and saw that it was bright red.

However, he still didn't hesitate at all, and rushed towards the exit of the secret realm without stopping.

He did this not to die.

It was to pass the news, and Taoist Ziyun came to the rescue to protect all the disciples.

It has nothing to do with whether his injury is serious or not.

No matter how serious the injury was, he had to complete the task before he could relax.

Feng Lin looked at the white figure stubbornly and remained unmoved, pursed his lips, and speeded up.

The two chased after each other, approaching the exit of the secret realm extremely quickly.

Seeing that the exit had appeared in front of his eyes, Mu Lian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his body swayed, and he almost fell from the air.

After staying there for a moment, Feng Lin rushed up and grabbed his sleeve.

Mu Lian spun around in the air, and her outer robe was ripped off.

Even the jade hairpin that was left on the head was taken off, causing a black hair to scatter in the air.

Blue hair was flying all over the sky, and in the gaps in the hair, one could vaguely see the slightly astonished face.

Meishan Yuandai, her brows and eyes are cold, and her lips are slightly pale.

Obviously the facial features are extremely cold, but this glimpse is so beautiful that it is not like the world.

Feng Lin was stunned for a moment, and saw Mu Lian stabilize her body and fly towards the exit.

He came back to his senses and secretly scolded the beauty for misleading people.

But it is useless to chase after him at this time. After leaving the secret realm, the Wangchuan Sect is not far away.

He could only return quickly, preparing for a quick battle.

After Mu Lian rushed out of the exit of the secret realm and entered the Wangchuan Sect, her heart was mostly relaxed.

When he finally saw Daoist Ziyun, he was completely relaxed and could feel the pain in his body.

He covered his heart, braced himself, and gave an overview of what happened in the secret realm.

"You should sit down first."

Taoist Ziyun supported Mu Lian and sat down on the stone bench.

He looked dignified, and made a decision soon without hesitation.

"You rest here, and the deity will take the peak masters of the peaks to rescue."

After speaking, he was ready to leave.

And Mu Lian, who had just sat down, immediately stood up again.

"Sect Master, I will go with you."

Daoist Ziyun sighed, "I know that you are worried about my disciples, but you are so seriously injured that you must never take part in the battle again."

Mu Lian shook her head, still very stubborn.

"Qingfeng didn't participate in the battle, but Qingfeng promised his disciples that he would go back to see them."

"metropolitan."

Ziyun Daoist thought for a while, but was defeated by Mu Lian's stubborn eyes.

"alright."

Currently, there are only five masters of the Seven Peaks in the Wangchuan Sect.

Apart from Mu Lian, there are only four peak masters, two at the Fusion Stage and two at the Transformation Stage.

Even after entering the secret realm, suppressing one's cultivation level to the level of God Transformation, one can completely crush the ghosts in the secret realm.

But even so, just in case, Ziyun Taoist still sent people to notify the suzerains.

After all, we don't know what's going on in the extreme north, whether there will be more ghosts breaking through the barrier.

But what is certain is that the situation in the Far North is not optimistic.

A group of people hurried to the secret territory.

At this moment, Mu Lian's palms were sweating.

He came out for only half an hour, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Inside the barrier, there is only Wuyin, a Huashen.

If the barrier is broken, Mu Lian is very clear about what everyone will face.

It is precisely because it is clear that it is more tense.

When he was hunted down before, he was not as nervous as he is now.

There was a dull pain in my heart.

The mountain range where the fairy gate appeared was still some distance away from the exit.

Everyone walked at the fastest speed for nearly a quarter of an hour before they finally saw the top of the mountain.

It's just... there was no one on the platform at the top of the mountain. If it wasn't for the blood and broken limbs all over the ground, Mu Lian might have thought that he had come to the wrong place.

Blood dyed the mountain red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

What kind of tragedy happened here is self-evident in everyone's mind.

Mu Lian quickened her breathing, covered her heart, and looked towards the surrounding dense forest.

There are countless bloody footprints, and there are also blood-stained clothes corners hung by tree branches.

There were fragments and whole bodies.

Mu Lian looked one by one, but it was not the black dress.

With a lump in his throat, he staggered slightly into the dense forest.

The rest of the silent peak masters glanced at the different costumes of each peak, and the more they looked, the darker their complexions became.

Ziyun Daoist closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go, the remaining disciples are still waiting for us to save them."

The peak masters nodded, turned around and chased into the dense forest in different directions.

In the dense and verdant jungle, under the dense and tall towering trees.

A figure passed by quickly, sometimes calm, sometimes flickering, looking out of shape.

Suddenly, his figure stopped.

His eyes fell on a deep and distant path.

This road is full of strong ghost aura.

But along the way, there was no sign of the ghost clan.

On the contrary, the road is full of pink or black robes.

Pink is the dress only worn by Hehuan sect disciples.

As for the black, it is the robe of the ghost clan that has changed back to its original form.

On this road, the clothes and robes are left empty, but there is no sign of the ghost clan, which means that the ghost clan has been wiped out and turned into fly ash.

Among all the monks in the secret territory, only Wuyin, Lu Xiu, and several Yuanying elders could do this.

Maybe it was the elders who protected the disciple and fled in this direction.

Thinking of this, Mu Lian no longer observed carefully, but quickly chased towards the path.