The sun rises eastward, and the sky is vast and blue.

The second-story building of Tianshu Pavilion with red tiles and red paint is hidden in the lush green under Tianjian Peak. The small pavilion gathers the most shrewd and capable civil monks in the entire Qingyun Mountain. They are responsible for sending and receiving and receiving all the secret messages and messages from Tianjian Peak and even the other eight peaks, from secret messages to disciples, and are one of the important lifelines for Qingyun Mountain.

The task of sending and receiving secret messages was heavy and not careless. Many monks who specialized in Tianshu Pavilion were wearing refreshing blue and white coats and got busy early.

The decoration of Tianshu Pavilion is elegant and simple, and there is a top-quality ethereal jade that can make ordinary first-class sects compete for their brains.

After years of sacrifice and refining, Ethereal Jade can remotely send and receive secret messages and spies. Unlike ordinary jade slips, Ethereal Jade can batch process massive information. After secret techniques, each piece of information can be accurately transferred to the monks responsible for civil tasks at each peak in Tianshu Pavilion.

The young monk with the nameplate of Qingyun Peak's civil disciples hanging on his chest was concentrating on dealing with the countless messages coming from the ethereal jade, with an extremely focused expression.

Important information is given priority to enter the jade slip. Secondary information will be determined whether it is entered into the jade slip or reported to the second floor of Tianshu Pavilion depending on whether the situation is important or not.

The young monk was obviously not a young man who had just started this journey. He acted very well and put the jade slips on the table at a speed visible to the naked eye. The boy who specialized in the message transmission under Qingyun Peak had the best eyesight. He diligently put the jade slips raised high on the table of the young monk into the storage bag, made a face at the young monk, and happily trotted the message to the young monk.

He was most familiar with the young monks. Both of them were surprisingly quick to do so. They could always make 30% more contribution points than others a day, which made the boys from other peaks jealous.

The young monk who watched the boy leave rarely stretched. Seeing that the disciples of Tianxiu Peak beside him were not busy with work, he said, "I heard that Chang Xi, the inner disciple under your peak, was wandering in the external realm and was chased by the demons for a long time, but there was no news?"

When Tianxiufeng's disciple heard this, he stopped moving his hands, shook his head and sighed, "Senior Brother Chang has been missing for a month. The master of the Peak scolded the inner disciples and the elders who were going out to search. Now all the inner disciples of Tianxiufeng have long been unintentional to practice, and they are only thinking about how to safely retrieve Senior Brother Chang."

The young monk said skeptically: "Well, Chang Xi is so convinced by you?"

The disciple of Tianxiufeng gave a positive answer without hesitation, which surprised the young disciple of Qingyun Peak. He also heard about the deeds of Senior Sister Qingxuan and Chang Xi in the inner sect of Qingyun Peak. It is said that after returning to the inner sect, the senior sister insisted on going down the mountain to find Chang Xi, but was eventually confined by the head sect and she cried all day long.

He could not imagine how the thorny rose like Senior Sister Qingxuan would be so devoted to a disciple of Tianxiufeng. Could Chang Xi be born with three heads and six arms?

The elderly monks of Tianjian Peak who were far ahead were always stern and serious. When they heard the whispers of the two junior disciples behind them, they heard the contents clearly. They frowned but rarely scolded and interrupted them, but asked them to concentrate on their tasks in front of them.

The young monk was a sporty master. Seeing that the older monk had not scolded him for the first time, he knew there was a chance. He climbed up and said, "Brother Song, please tell me about this."

The older monk, who was called Song Ge by his younger disciple, spoke indifferently: "I don't know how Chang Xi is. I only know that the evil cultivator of the Jindan realm of Ten Thousand Demons who interrogated the last time in Tianjian Hall was the only living thing that Chang Xi had narrowly captured with his body. At that time, he was only in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and his younger generation was terrifying."

The young monk opened his mouth wide, and the disciples of Tianxiu Peak were full of spring breeze.

"I won't talk to you more, I'm here to live."

The older monk was about to say something else, but a red light came from the ethereal jade and flowed in front of him. He pinched the conversation and focused on the message in front of him.

When the older monk saw the message in the red light, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "The message from the Cheng family in Yaocheng? It should be the family letter of Senior Brother Cheng Wei." But he pressed his eyebrows and said in confusion: "But there is no need to expedite the family letter?"

To be cautious, the elderly monk put this expedited message into the jade slip and walked up to the second floor, submitting the ruling of the deacon in charge of Tianshu Pavilion.

The older monk saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

From the deacon's relaxed freehand painting of the jade slip, to the gradually stiff expression on his face when he opened the jade slip and saw the content, and finally he was stunned.

The older monk felt in a fog. What exactly was the content of the Cheng family’s urgent message that could make the deacon so disobedient?

The deacon held the jade slip tightly and stumbled towards the main hall of Qingyun Peak with his sword.

After a stick of incense, a woman in a black dress holding a phoenix branch entered the hall again.

In less than a cup of tea, a Qingluan Divine Boat suddenly broke through the sea of ​​clouds in the main hall of Qingyun Peak. Nine ferocious wings spread across the sky. The sails swayed in the wind to cover the sky and the sun, casting a large shadow.

The peerless beauty in black dress and black hair held the sword at the bow of the ship, pointing the sword edge to the horizon. Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of countless Qingyun Mountain disciples and elders, the nine wings on the Qingluan God's boat waved together, and millions of runes flowed like thunder in the sky, and the huge hull disappeared into the distance in an instant.

The domineering virtual air rushes unscrupulously in Chang Xi's body.

Void represents nirvana and death, and no creature can be exposed to the void and survive.

The empty air sucks eroded Chang Xi's flesh and blood essence, and Chang Xi's strong and leopard-like flowing body gradually withered under the erosion of the empty air suck. The sea of ​​blood in the crimson palace in the chest contains an unimaginable vast vitality. Whenever the empty air sucks Chang Xi to the brink of death, the vast vitality will immediately feed the vitality back to the limbs and bones.

The natural sword intent and sword energy spontaneously polished the fresh flesh and blood over and over again. The pain of constantly tearing the body was enough to make ordinary people scream, but the owner of this body only endured it silently without any unnecessary reaction.

In addition to suffering, he is still good at enduring hardships. He is used to it.

Chang Xi's physical condition changed repeatedly, his face as gentle as jade, sometimes as handsome as a jade-faced man, and sometimes his flesh and blood were as haggard as a corpse.

Warmth and withering begin over and over again, as if the day and night and spring and autumn alternately, and as if it is faintly in line with the true meaning of the world where flowers bloom and fall, and the years withering and flourishing, a mysterious and mysterious aura is hiding deep in Chang Xi's body and slowly awakening.

The huge wound on Chang Xi's abdomen was cured by the medicine that was hard to reach by the little medicine and ghosts, and even the scars were not left behind. The blood in the corners of the monk's mouth and blood in the corners of his eyes were carefully wiped clean by the little medicine. The smell on the Buddhist disciples was the purest. Xiao Yao did not hate it, and even liked this little bald head.

Xiaoyao looked worriedly at the boy who was trying to support the last line of defense under the light curtain.

His figure became increasingly illusory and dimming.

The golden giant eagle spread its wings and flew high in the sky. The eagle cried into his ears, causing the corpse-faced dragon to become angry, and the golden feathers that were as sharp as swords were swept down. The corpse-faced dragon smiled and raised his arms to block it. It no longer cared about these flying feathers that could still be rolled back. It would feel a little painful three days ago. Now the golden giant eagle circling in the sky was far inferior to before, in terms of the number of feathers that were shot out and the speed of flying.

Yin Hong, the evil monster, glanced at the corner of her eyes and saw the blue sword shadow surrounding her. She shook her body to avoid a sharp sword energy, and she even hit the east and west and flashed to the vicinity of the golden giant eagle.

Cut down with one arm.

Aying's unrestrained body was exhausted after three days and three nights of struggle. Less than half of the golden feathers were left to protect her body against the bone sickle of the corpse-faced dragon. Her wings were cut open and she fell to the ground with a whine.

Just as the corpse-faced dragon was about to resist the sword shadow's unpainable sword energy and lifted the bone sickle to remove the eagle that had been entangled with it for three days and three nights, the figure who had been sitting cross-legged in the blue light curtain slowly stood up.

Yuehong, Tianhuang, Xiaoyao, Aying and even the corpse-faced dragon stopped at the same time, and they all looked at the standing figure in the light curtain.

His eyes were full of strangeness and alertness.
Chapter completed!