"All disciples, hurry into the Dharma boat and count the number of people..."

In the place where red light blooms, the Taibai Sect’s Dharma Boat broke through the thick clouds and landed. Several deacons under the boat shouted loudly, allowing the disciples who rushed over from all directions to enter the Dharma Boat protected by the magic circle. At the same time, the number of disciples who were missing or killed when the disaster came was as fast as possible. The scene was in chaos for a while, and evil winds were howling around.

"Reply to Deacon, Team 11 lost Junior Brother Mo, Junior Sister Qiong..."

"Team 17 lost Senior Brother Zhao..."

"The three teams are only back, and we are three..."

The report was filled with the roar of the deacon: "Report to the top!"

Soon, as the disciples of the team returned, a list of missing people from each team was handed over to the deacon. When the deacon saw these names and specific directions, there was a cold sweat on his forehead, looking at the Deacon, which was now swept by the black wind and was like hell, and murmured: "Death Mountain, Death Mountain..."

Even though they are practitioners and possess powers that ordinary people cannot imagine, they still feel like an ant when facing the evil power of the Demon Mountain. Just a wisp of evil breath leaked, which made countless disciples of the Immortal Sect fall into danger, and life and death are unknown!

only……

...The deacon took a deep breath and suddenly looked up at the West!

Now, in the clouds in the west, a horn suddenly sounded, and the black wind that roared over the Demon Mountain!

A smile appeared on the deacon's face: "The existence of the Immortal Sect is to restrain the Demon Mountain!"

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“That’s…”

The disciples who had already boarded the Dharma Boat were still immersed in the terror of the changes in the Demon Mountain and the rampant demons. Even if they entered the Dharma Boat that represents safety, they were still scared, but at this moment, they all heard the sound of the horn!

He looked up in shock and saw three huge black magic boats flying from afar in the west and sinking into the clouds.

The two Dharma boats went left and right respectively, but the middle Dharma boat came to this direction.

Before the Dharma Boat had fallen, he saw a sudden sword light flying out on the Dharma Boat, falling down like lightning. On the flying swords, there were young people wearing white robes and amazing auras. They looked not very old, and some even looked younger than them. However, the vast aura and the proud expression on their faces made these disciples of Hongye Valley all feel a sense of admiration.

"They are... Qingxi Valley!"

"The disciples of Qingxi Valley have also rushed over..."

All the disciples of Hongye Valley rushed to the edge of the boat string in surprise, looking at these prides of heaven.

Although they are all disciples of the Immortal Sect, the Qingxi Valley disciples are completely different from them. Those people are geniuses among geniuses. Whether they have practiced from Hongye Valley to the eighth level of Qi training and have completed 100,000 merits and promoted, or were considered rare talents by the Immortal Sect from the beginning, and those who have been raised in Qingxi Valley since childhood are far from their comparable fairy favorites...

Good iron is used on the blade, so when the signs of abnormal movement of the Demon Mountain appeared, the Immortal Sect did not let these Qingxi Valley disciples come out, but instead recruited them from the disciples of Hongye Valley. These people were all left in the Immortal Sect. It is said that they were blessing with secret techniques and practicing the formation, which should be to allow them to work when the Demon Mountain truly awakens. But now, the Demon Mountain is moving, and they have also come out in advance.

"Li Huanzhen, a disciple of Qingxi Valley, came to help with the orders of the Immortal Sect. I wonder how many of his fellow junior brothers have fallen into the Demon Mountain?"

Among those disciples of Qingxi Valley, the leader was handsome and extraordinary. He stepped on the flying sword and came straight to the deacon, and asked loudly. The deacon was also shocked and hurriedly handed over the list in his hand.

Li Huanzhen lowered his head and glanced a few times, his face slightly darkened, and said to the disciples behind him: "In this place alone, more than 30 fellow disciples have been lost. They are not like us. They practice the secret magic of the Immortal Sect and can cope with the evil spirit of the Demon Mountain. If you lose for a while, your life and death will become more dangerous. Only when we break into the Chaos Demon Mountain to rescue them. From the perspective of direction, there are the most fellow disciples who fall in the north, second in the south and the least in the east. Then we will rush to the north first. If we can save one more, we will save one!"

Behind him, the disciples of Qingxi Valley agreed in unison without any fear.

Just looking at their demeanor, it was obviously different from other disciples. The disciples of Hongye Valley couldn't help but feel respectful.

"Hurry... Go and rescue Junior Brother Fang..."

Just as these Qingxi Valley disciples were about to escape from the sword, suddenly, another group of disciples stumbled in the east of the Dharma Boat. The leader was the one who killed him, and was covered in blood. However, it was Hongye Gu Yan Zhiqing. Behind her, there were seven or eight fellow disciples. After such a sudden change in the Demon Mountain, they escaped so late, but the number of people was still so neat, which was very rare.

However, the expressions on their group of people seemed extremely anxious, and there was a crying loudly behind him, Yan Zhiqing, who looked very calm, also looked anxious and rushed to the Dharma boat. Without waiting to stand firm, he said to the deacon: "In order to protect us to escape, Junior Brother Fang has fallen into the demon tide, hurry up... save him!"

"Fang Gui? That little ghost head in the back mountain Fang Gui?"

The deacon had obviously heard of Fang Gui's name, and was shocked when he heard this.

But he didn't say anything, but immediately looked at the disciples of Qingxi Valley.

There were also people around the Dharma Boat who heard this news, and immediately there were countless eyes looking at them.

"He lost in the East?"

The Qingxi Valley disciple Li Huanzhen frowned slightly.

Behind him, a young disciple laughed and said, "Don't be anxious. When we encounter a demon tide, we will go through some trouble even if we want to escape, let alone the disciples of Hongye Valley. Even if we rush over, we can't save anyone!"

Li Huanzhen nodded when she heard this and said, "Go to the north first!"

As he said that, he stepped on the sword with his fellow disciples, but no longer looked at Yan Zhiqing.

Yan Zhiqing was suddenly anxious and fell to the ground, saying anxiously: "Please, go and save Junior Brother Fang..."

Li Huanzhen frowned and said, "No need!"

He said that, and was about to leave, but at this moment, behind them, there was a disciple who finally came down from the black Dharma Boat. He was wearing a gray robe and carrying a basket on his back. He didn't look like a disciple of the immortal sect, but like a farmer who had just come out of the farmland. Without saying a word, he rushed to Yan Zhiqing a few steps and whispered: "Where has Junior Brother Fang fallen?"

"Ah Ku..."

Yan Zhiqing raised his head and saw that face, but he was slightly stunned and a little lost.

Aku shouted softly: "Tell me quickly!"

When Li Huanzhen saw this scene, he frowned and suddenly shouted coldly: "Aku, this time the Immortal Sect can only send us people to summon you back. Although you are no longer a disciple of Qingxigu, you came out with us this time. The Immortal Sect's Laws and Orders clearly state that you must act according to my words and do not cause any qualities!"

Aku looked up coldly, glanced at him, and said, "Fang Gui is my junior brother, I want to save him!"

Li Huanzhen was furious: "At this moment, do you want to violate the order?"

Aku suddenly changed his sad face and glanced at him coldly: "Do you want to fight with me?"

Li Huanzhen immediately breathed in her stomach and did not answer for a long time.

Around the Dharma Boat, all the disciples of Hongye Valley were already full of surprise.

Aku is very popular in the Immortal Sect, and many people know him. Some people also know that Aku once stayed in Qingxi Valley for a while, but later retreated to Hongye Valley, and later even went to Wushan Valley. He had a rich experience, but was extremely inconspicuous.

In the eyes of everyone, he was just a famous good man. From the elders of the Immortal Sect, the deacons of the Immortal Sect or the senior sisters of the Danxiang Valley, he liked to ask him to help when he had something to do, and he never refused. He was a person without temper.

Who would have thought that this person with no temper is now out of the ordinary and dares to challenge the disciples of Qingxi Valley?

What was even more surprising was that Li Huanzhen held it in a while but did not answer. He just glanced at Aku coldly, suddenly raised his hand and stepped on the sword light with the Qingxi Valley disciples behind him, and disappeared into the fierce black wind in the north.

Aku turned around and glanced at Yan Zhiqing.

Not long after Yan Zhiqing woke up, he learned that Fang Gui had actually led the demon tide alone. He was confused and his mind was not very good. Xu Yue'er next to him was already screaming in a hurry: "The little bad guy is in the East, almost twenty miles away..."

Aku nodded coldly, then raised the sacrificial sword and stepped on it. The sword light rushed forward quickly.

"Bang..."

He suddenly bumped into a big tree and broke the big tree.

Aku climbed up from the ground, a little angry, so he stopped stepping on his sword, took a big step and rushed towards the east.

The speed was actually faster than the flying sword, and it was like a strong wind, sweeping up a stream of smoke and dust...

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"Haha, I finally got rid of them. The spirit fruits in the valley are mine..."

At this moment, deep in the Demon Mountain, Fang Gui crawled out from under a pile of demons' corpses. Although he was covered in blood, he looked around and was extremely excited. The strong wind was stirring in the air, and there were demons roaring everywhere. He cheered softly and quickly stepped onto the flying sword, like a ray of blood, pounced straight towards the north.

The man was on the sword and hummed a small song proudly.
Chapter completed!