Although the evil sister didn't know much, Mo Qiu had received a lot of news from her.

After all the news was collected, he was shocked.

The attack on the evil path is definitely not a temporary impulse, I am afraid it has been planned for many years.

The collusion between the Nine Evil Hall and the Blood Evil Sect and the Hehuan Sect was not impulsive, but a long history.

The Lingyun Mountain Range and the surrounding countries, if you want to come, in the next few years or even longer, they will be caught in the fight of the practitioners.

In this case, going back to the sect again is tantamount to throwing yourself into the net.

Even if he succeeded in breaking through and returning to the sect with numerous interceptions, it would be rare for peace in the following days.

Anyway, the foundation building is already in hand, it is better to find another place to practice, it is best to successfully build the foundation.

If it fails, find another way.

As for sect love...

Mo Qiu is not low-hearted, but there is really no place worthy of his life to pay for the big sect.

After all, to this day, he is still a disciple of the outer sect, and he has never benefited from the inner sect.

In terms of exercises.

There is no need to think about the follow-up methods of the Cangyu School, but the inheritance of Yan Fuzong left by the old man is also extremely extraordinary.

Thinking of doing it, Mo Qiu turned over and sat up, with a flash of inspiration on his body, fleeing upward along the culvert.

Two hours later.

Mo Qiu appeared in the shadow of a giant tree, squeezing the tactics, and his breath was hidden.

Over the sky.

"Wow..."

A piece of colorful cloth trembles in the wind, like a colorful cloud, drifting towards the south.

Yunxia's speed is not fast, and there are several female cultivators on her, and from time to time a wave of divine thoughts sweeps through.

Hehuan Sect disciple!

When they walked away, Mo Qiu walked out of the hiding place, frowning, looking down at the hive in his hand.

This thing was created by Yanshi, with more than a thousand spirit bees in it, and he had already released it in advance and scattered to all directions.

now.

There are feedbacks, but dozens of them.

This shows that there are so many evil cultivators nearby, and I am afraid that there will be a group of teams not far away.

All over the world!

No wonder Zuti was so vowed that a single disciple of the Cangyu faction could not escape far.

Even with unpredictable strength and means, you need to be so careful, and others need not say much.

While he was thinking, he felt something that made his heart jump and he subconsciously looked towards the north.

...

Zheng Song lowered his figure and carefully lurked in the gap between the two rocks.

Even though he is in a dangerous situation now, the soft and tender body close to him still makes his heart warm.

Turning around, he showed affection:

"Junior sister, don't worry, even if I give up this life, I will definitely take you out."

"Brother..." Ding Peiwen was moved, she couldn't help reaching out and grabbing Zheng Song's sleeve, saying:

"You have escaped the danger, so why bother to come back to me again? Isn't it a desperate situation?"

Although Zheng Song's cultivation is not very high, his status is extraordinary and his talent is extremely outstanding.

So he was also one of the last thirteen people put down on the flying boat.

Originally, he could get to a relatively safe place not far forward, but he returned here.

Just to bring Ding Peiwen.

"Can't say that." Zheng Song shook his head:

"Since I promised to take care of you, how can I break my promise? This time we will leave together."

"Brother..." Ding Peiwen's beautiful eyes flashed and said:

"Now that the sect is trapped, the entire Cangyu faction will not be protected. Where else can we go?"

"Don't be so depressed." Zheng Song calmly said:

"The sect has a guardian formation, even if the Jindan master comes in person, it will be difficult to break open easily."

"Furthermore..."

He pondered for a while before continuing:

"The place we are going to is not the Zongmen residence, but the back hand that the predecessors left in advance."

"A safe secret place!"

"Oh!" Ding Peiwen's eyes lit up:

"Brother, where are you talking about? Is there a safer place than Zongmen Station?"

"This..." Zheng Song hesitated before saying:

"You don't need to know now. When you get to a place, you will know it naturally. It is absolutely safe there."

"And even if you encounter an emergency, you don't have to worry, seniors already have a plan."

"That's it!" Ding Peiwen nodded slowly, then sighed:

"Unfortunately, the sect is trapped and everything is inside."

"Even if I succeeded in escaping, without Jidan, there would be no hope for the road."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Song smiled and said:

"Junior sister doesn't know it, there is a secret place, naturally there are materials prepared by the sect."

"not to mention…"

He flipped his hand over, and a porcelain vase appeared in his palm:

"Guess sister, what's inside?"

"What is it?" Ding Peiwen asked casually, then woke up, her face was ecstatic:

"Zhu Jidan?"

"Not bad!" Zheng Song nodded:

"It is the foundation..."

"Uh…"

Before he could say anything, his body suddenly stiffened, lowered his head, and saw a sharp blade pierced through his chest.

The sharp edge is exposed, stained with blood, and a tearing force emerges from the whole body along the wound.

He looked up tremblingly, his face full of disbelief.

The woman in front of her has long since disappeared from the delicateness of the past, but she has a cold face.

In the beautiful eyes, there are even more cold and killing intent.

"Why... why?"

Zheng Song stretched out his hand, trying to grasp something, but it was in vain, his hands drooping weakly.

"Why?" Ding Peiwen sneered:

"I can only say, brother, you are so naive, you really think I am a pure and ignorant girl."

"If that's the case, it's fine, but the people around you have warned me to keep me away from you. Otherwise, I will tell you that many brothers in the sect have an affair with me."

"you…"

Zheng Song's body trembled, and the anger in his heart suppressed the sharp pain in his body for a while:

"Bitch!"

"I'm a slut." Ding Peiwen shrugged, and the detective picked up the Zhu Jidan in Zheng Song's hand and said:

"To tell you the truth, as early as in the secret realm, Brother Zu and I had already taken refuge in the Blood Fiend Sect."

"So even if you don't have this Jidan, brother, you can't escape!"

"you…"

Zheng Song opened his mouth to speak, but a blood choked in his mouth, and his body staggered back.

"puff!"

Ding Peiwen drew her sword and smiled coldly:

"The name of this sword is Soul Splitting. It has the ability to tear body and soul. It was obtained from a man who had the same passion with me in his early years.

"Senior brother, thank you for your affection, and for this Jidan as a gift, I will leave you a whole body."

"you…"

She glanced at Zheng Song, curled her mouth, her long sleeves flicked, and she was already flying towards the sky.

There is only a lingering voice:

"Stay here and wait for death!"

Zheng Song fell to the ground helplessly and watched Ding Peiwen soar into the sky, with despair and unwillingness in his eyes.

I have the heart to curse, but I have no power to speak, I can only roar in my heart:

‘Bitch! ’

‘You must die! ’

It seemed that Heaven heard his roar, and just at this moment, a dark sword light flashed, quietly passing by the figure above.

"Huh!"

The beautiful figure in midair suddenly folded her body, and her head, which was beautiful, rolled down from her neck.

"Patter!"

The body fell to the ground, smashing a pile of rocks.

If Ruowu's knife light flickered from a distance, a few trances appeared in front of Zheng Song.

"Junior Brother Zheng."

"Mo...Master Mo..." Zheng Song's throat rolled, his voice was blurred.

"Change the place first." Mo Qiu glanced around, shaking his long sleeves, rolled up Zheng Song and disappeared in place.

As for Ding Peiwen's body, it was mostly a fire.

...

After half an hour.

Inside a narrow cave.

Zheng Song lay on his back on a cold rock, feeling the vitality passing by in his body.

There was despair and unwillingness in his eyes, which eventually turned into bitterness.

The hoarse sound rang:

"I don't have the discernment of the brothers, and I don't know people. I ended up in this way, and I deserved it."

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Zu would betray the sect." Mo Qiu sat cross-legged on the opposite side, his voice indifferent:

"But since Senior Brother has taken refuge in the Blood Fiend Sect, I want to come to Junior Sister Ding, so it's the same."

"It's a pity that I was a step late and failed to stop her from committing crimes."

"..." Zheng Song opened his mouth, his eyes slowly closed, and said:

"My time is running out. Brother Zheng knows everything he wants to ask."

"I really don't understand something." Moqiu nodded:

"Zongmen was trapped and fell into a desperate situation. Although the incident happened suddenly, Senior Li should have received the news."

In those days, Feizhou changed directions back and forth, sometimes moving forward and sometimes backing away. It should have been the news.

"Since I know that the Zongmen residence is so dangerous, why do seniors bring so many people back? I'll just wait, but Junior Brother and Senior Sister Wang are the pillars of the Zongmen, how can it be lost?"

"unless…"

He finished speaking and looked at Zheng Song:

"Senior has a reason to have to come, and she is sure that you will not be in danger."

"Ah…"

Zheng Song lightly, then slowly nodded:

"Senior brother guessed right. Outside the Zongmen resident, there is indeed a safe place in the Lingyun Mountain Range."

"There…"

He stretched out his hand laboriously, took a thing from his body, and threw it to Mo Qiu:

"The location there is right inside. Brother can go, but the distance is not safe."

"Yeah." Moqiu nodded, clasped his fists and arched his hands:

"Thank you!"

"I should be the one to thank." Zheng Song grinned bitterly:

"If it weren't for the senior brother, the **** would have been happy and happy, and I wouldn't be able to live now."

He pondered for a moment, then said:

"Senior brother is a disciple of Chihuofeng, should you know the origins of the ancestors of this peak?"

"Yeah." Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly:

"What do you want to say, Junior Brother?"

"Hundreds of years ago, the ancestor of the Red Fire followed the real Cangyu, founded the Cangyu School, and established the Red Fire Peak." Zheng Song said with difficulty:

"The ancestors had outstanding talents and supernatural powers. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is no less than real Cang Yu."

"Netherworld Law Body, Lihuo God Curse, Sanyang Profound Art, and Lingguan Dharma Eyes are all passed down by our ancestors."

"Brother, I shouldn't have learned everything, right?"

Mo Qiu didn't say a word.

These few exercises, Lihuoshen curse can only be taught by Chihuofeng, he has not learned.

On the contrary, both the Netherworld Dharma Body and the Lingguan Dharma Eye have already started.

Although Sanyang Xuan Gong has never come into contact with it, the Twelfth Palace of Profound Fire is the foundation of this practice.

Zheng Song continued:

"I know, where are the follow-ups of these methods, which can be cultivated to the later stage of Daoji."

"Oh!"

Do not ask for his eyes to light up:

"Appreciate further details!"