"Uncle Master, why are you asking me to come back?" Song Mingting asked.

"There are Taishang Sect, Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple disciples who have fallen into the northern mountain. Nephew Mu is here to find someone, and I hope we can help." Jin Yuan Zhenren said.

"Hao Shang Sect, Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple disciples fell into the Beiju Mountain?" Song Mingting was really shocked.

Taishang Sect, Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple are the three strongest sects in the righteous path. Their strength is far greater than the remaining righteous path sects. The Chunyang Sect, which ranks fourth among the top ten sects, is much worse than these three sects, and it can be said that they are already at two levels.

Now that the disciples of the three sects have fallen into Beiju Mountain together? This is not a trivial matter. Moreover, he had never heard of this in his "last life".

Did he never heard of this in his "last life"? Or was it a change that happened because of his "rebirth"?

In addition, it is very strange that these three sects will travel together. It is fine if the Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple are not bad. Although they are powerful, the disciples of the sect are still approachable, so it is not too strange that they can walk together. However, it is a bit strange that the disciples of the Taishang Sect who are arrogant and have always like to go alone are also mixed in.

"That's right, so this time I'll ask Mingting's nephew, Jingfeng and others to help find someone." Jin Yuan Zhenren said that the full name of Jingfeng in his mouth was "Lin Jingfeng". He was his eldest disciple, one of the six seats in the Five De Peaks. Some time ago, there were more than one of Song Mingting's five seats sent to Beijucheng.

As soon as Jin Yuan finished speaking, a young man with a gentle temperament walked in. Two disciples were walking with him. One of them was short and indifferent. This man was also a disciple of Wuxi, who was wanted to Li Feng Wuxi, with his surname Zhou, and his single name was An. The other man, Song Mingting, was very familiar with Su Ningshuang.

The five disciples sent to Beijucheng were Song Mingting and the others.

"You all know the matter, so you can set off now. If there is any danger, please send me a message. Remember, don't show off." Jin Yuan Zhenren said.

"Master, aren't we waiting for the people from Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple?" Lin Jingfeng was stunned and asked.

"The people from the Changqing Sect and Bodhi Temple have not arrived yet. As for Mr. Mu, he happened to be traveling around here." Jin Yuan Zhenren said.

So that's how it was. Song Mingting and others nodded and left the city lord's mansion with Mu Shanzhao. Soon, the sword light rose and flew towards Beijushan.

In the sky, five people stepped on the sword light and moved forward quickly. Song Mingting glanced at Lin Jingfeng, but unexpectedly Lin Jingfeng also looked at him.

Song Mingting was stunned. He originally wanted Lin Jingfeng to negotiate, because Lin Jingfeng was the oldest and his strength was second only to him among the four of them, so it was natural to appear on behalf of others. But he didn't expect that Lin Jingfeng would give him the leading mission.

Lin Jingfeng signaled to him, Song Mingting smiled and asked, "Senior Brother Mu, don't know where the disciples of your sect disappeared? Do you know where?"

Mu Shanzhao nodded, took the lead, and began to lead the way in front. They were all geniuses present, and the speed of sword control was not slow. So they quickly entered the range of Beijushan.

The sword light fell in the woods. Song Mingting stepped on the sword light, looked at the mess below, and carefully observed to see if he could see some clues.

"It seems that the disciples of the noble sect, the Changqing sect, and the fellows of Bodhi Temple encountered the enemy here." Lin Jingfeng looked at the destroyed forest in front of him and frowned.

The battle traces in front of you are left by thunder, fire-based Taoist law, and Buddhism, but there are no traces left by enemies. It looks like the enemy does not exist, as if the collision with thunder, fire, and Buddhism is only an invisible force.

Everyone present has the ability to deduce the battle process, and the fact is the same. Looking at the battle traces in front of everyone, the entire battle process flashed through everyone's mind, including how the battle happened, how the Taishang Sect, Changqing Sect, Bodhi Temple disciples moved, and where they finally escaped. Even if everyone used a spell, they could guess what spells they used.

But the method used by the enemy is blank, and I don’t even know where the enemy is. Not only do they know, I’m afraid even the disciples of the three sects who were attacked at the time do not know where the enemy is - because the attacks of the disciples of the three sects are simply messy, and only passive resistance can be seen, and there is no sign of active attack at all.

Mu Shan shook his expressionless pinching technique, and then grabbed it with his hand, and a few rays of different colors gathered on his hands. After identifying for a while, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "You can't sense the breath."

The others also used their own methods to find clues, but none of them succeeded. This made everyone present feel severe. It was not scary to be able to defeat the disciples of the three sects. What was scary was that the enemy did not leave any clues at all, which was not something that ordinary people could do.

It seems that the enemy is even more difficult than expected. Everyone thought in their hearts.

Song Mingting turned to look at Mu Shanzhao, and was about to ask him if there was any other way to determine the missing disciple of the Supreme Emperor Sect. At this time, a figure suddenly flashed out of Mu Shanzhao's body.

The figure was filled with sky-blue light, with long hair reaching its waist, and sky-blue clouds constantly transformed into blue birds the size of sea bowls. They were handsome and as fairy as immortals, but were wearing sky-blue armor.

It is Yue Ling Shen!

Mu Shan waved his hand and there was something else in his hand. It was a jade soul, and a drop of blood condensed inside.

"Yue Ling Shen, please feel it." Mu Shan said.

The handsome and uninformed Yue Lingshen nodded and pinched a magic trick with his right hand. Straws of sky-blue air flowed towards Yu Po, and Yu Po suddenly floated up from Mu Shanzhao's hand.

Yue Lingshen closed his eyes and concentrated and sensed.

I said, since the Taishang Sect has come, it is impossible for him to be unprepared. Song Mingting thought to himself.

Alongside, Lin Jingfeng, Su Ningshuang, and Zhou An looked at Yue Ling Shen half curious and half enviously. The Taoist God of Taishang Sect is well-known. It is the first time they have seen it after so many years of practicing Taoism.

After a while, Yue Lingshen opened his eyes.

“Sense it.”

Mu Shanzhao then said to several people: "Come with me."

Yue Ling Shen suddenly turned into countless sky-blue lights and dispersed, covering Song Mingting and others. The next moment, a huge sky-blue bird suddenly appeared on the ground.

The bird flapped its wings and swayed upwards. It disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In Pengniao's body, feeling Qingpeng's speed, Lin Jingfeng couldn't help but praise: "Yue Ling Shen is worthy of being the God of the West Wind. This speed is beyond my reach."

Song Mingting nodded from the side and expressed his agreement. Even if he exploded with all his strength, his speed was not as fast as Yue Lingshen. So when he was in Taishang Sect before, he was a bit lucky to win Mu Shanzhao in the competition. Because the venue restricted Yue Lingshen, otherwise he would have no choice but to use Yue Lingshen's speed to Mu Shanzhao.

"It's going to rain." Su Ningshuang suddenly spoke.
Chapter completed!