After entering the book, he played the cannon fodder villain and got out of his way

Song Qingchen always lives in the cave where he is in seclusion. He doesn't like living in a room because living in a cave allows him to seclude himself at any time.

After returning to the cave, he sat cross-legged in the place where he often meditated, and reached out to pour himself a cup of tea out of habit. After fighting with Ling Chenxiao and Zhan Tian for a whole day, he was indeed thirsty.

When he put down the teacup and prepared to regulate his breathing, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong with his dantian, and he could no longer gather spiritual energy.

Just as he was about to try again, his meridians suddenly erupted with spiritual energy and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master Song Feng. How does my poison taste?" A man in a black robe suddenly walked out slowly from the dark corner.

The wide robe almost covered his entire body, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

"It's you!" Song Qingchen wanted to stand up. He supported his body with force but finally fell back.

"Actually, I'm not here to kill you. Xiaobai has always been soft-hearted. He might be sad if I kill you. Why don't you hand over the Demon Soul Pearl and I'll give you the antidote. What do you think?"

The man in black robe slowly approached Song Qingchen, playing with an exquisite small porcelain bottle in his white hands.

"Don't even think about it! I won't give it to you even if I die!" Song Qingchen said as he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He had been possessed before, but luckily he had a strong cultivation base and could suppress it. But now he was poisoned and had lost all his spiritual power, and could no longer suppress it.

Feeling the power about to explode from his body, Song Qingchen knew that he might not be able to suppress it even if he detoxified himself. He thought about how he could take the black-robed man in front of him away with him!

"In that case, there's no need for me to keep you. I'll find the antidote myself after you die!" The man in black robe casually threw the antidote on the ground.

"Who are you? What did you do to Yi Shen?" Song Qingchen was trying hard to circulate his spiritual power to self-destruct while delaying time. He seemed to have heard this man mention Shen Yibai just now.

"Xiao Bai?" A hint of teasing flashed in the black robe's eyes: "It seems that you care about your disciple very much."

Song Qingchen didn't dare to act rashly, perhaps they had already captured Shen Yibai.

"I won't do anything to him for now, but if you don't hand over the Demon Soul Pearl, I can't guarantee that he will be fine." The man in black robe said, "My patience is limited, I hope you will think about it quickly."

Ling Chenxiao originally wanted to go back to find Shen Yibai, after all, he hadn't seen his senior brother for a few days. Just as he was about to go back, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the place where Song Qingchen was in seclusion.

Ling Chenxiao instinctively wanted to go see what happened to his master.

Because his master had gone astray when he first became his disciple, he was still very worried.

Thinking of this, he quickly rushed to Song Qingchen's cave, but he didn't expect that half of the cave entrance had collapsed.

And there were also very strong spiritual power fluctuations. Could it really be the Master who made this noise?

"Master! Are you in there?" Although he didn't know the reason, Ling Chenxiao still shouted anxiously at the door.

No one responded from inside!

"Master?" Ling Chenxiao shouted anxiously again.

There were only a few of them, the master and his disciples, at Wuxiang Peak. Furthermore, Song Qingchen's retreat was in a relatively remote place, so it was too late to call for help now.

Ling Chen Xiao made up his mind that saving people was the most important thing. Thinking that his master might not have come out yet, he went straight into the collapsed cave.

Fortunately, only the entrance of the cave collapsed a little, and there is still a lot of space inside the cave.

When Ling Chenxiao came in, he saw Song Qingchen lying on the ground with his eyes closed. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

A man in a black robe was squatting next to him, searching for something on his body.

"Who are you? How dare you hurt my master!" Ling Chenxiao was shocked. With Song Qingchen's strength, who could hurt him?

The man in black robe was not surprised or flustered when he saw Ling Chenxiao coming in. He just looked up and glanced at him, then continued to search Song Qingchen's body.

Seeing this, Ling Chenxiao guessed that the man in black came to steal his master's things, and he must have mixed in with the disciples who came to attend the Immortal Gate Conference.

He had ambushed in the master's cave in advance, and I don't know what method he used to launch a surprise attack on the master.

Ling Chenxiao immediately summoned his sword before he could make a move and stabbed the man in black.

The man in black dodged Ling Chenxiao's attack easily by moving sideways. He said in a cold voice, "You are overestimating your own abilities!"

Ling Chenxiao stared at the man in black, his eyes filled with anger: "You dare to hurt my master in Huachen Sect, you can't leave today!"

As he said this, he swung his sword again and stabbed at the man in black.

The man in black pulled up the unconscious Song Qingchen from the ground and stood in front of him.

Ling Chenxiao saw this and quickly retracted the sword he had just struck, cursing, "Despicable! Let my master go!"

"Heh!" The man in black chuckled and pushed Song Qingchen forward: "Give it back to you!"

Then he rushed towards the cave entrance. If Ling Chenxiao wanted to stop the man in black at this time, he could not catch Song Qingchen. If he wanted to catch Song Qingchen, he could only watch the man in black escape.

He hesitated for a moment before finally choosing Song Qingchen. He dodged and caught Song Qingchen, gently placing him on the ground: "Master, Master? Wake up? What's wrong with you, Master!"

Song Qingchen gently opened his eyes: "Chen Xiao, hurry up... tell the sect master that there is a demon sect..."

Ling Chenxiao was somewhat moved. It turned out to be the Demonic Cult.

They had already sneaked into Huachen Sect and injured their master. But the man just now looked like he was only at the Jindan stage.

“Master, don’t worry. I will take you to Baicao Peak right away.” Ling Chenxiao said as he was about to carry him on his back.

Song Qingchen shook his head: "No need, even Miao Jun can't save me."

Ling Chenxiao looked at Song Qingchen. He knew that Song Qingchen would not lie.

He couldn't accept it: "Master, please stop talking, I'm sure everything will be fine!"

"Child, I don't have time. Listen to me. Don't tell anyone about my death before the Immortal Gate Conference is over..."

As Song Qingchen spoke, a large amount of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

He knew Song Qingchen's intention. If other immortal sects knew that Song Qingchen was gone, Huachen Sect would definitely be in chaos.

"Master, you won't die!"

Hugging Song Qingchen in the early morning, his eyes were already wet. He tried his best to transfer his spiritual power into Song Qingchen's body, but Song Qingchen at this time was like a bottomless pit that could not be filled no matter how hard he tried.

"Listen to me...child, the Demon Soul Pearl is in my Dantian. After I die, you must dig it out and hide it. Remember not to tell anyone the whereabouts of the Demon Soul Pearl..."

Song Qingchen was breathing out more than breathing in at this time, but his hands were still tightly holding Ling Chenxiao's collar.

"promise me!"

"Okay, disciple promises Master!" Ling Chenxiao's tears finally rolled down.

He knew that his master had self-destructed his spiritual power and there was no possibility of recovery.

When Song Qingchen heard Ling Chenxiao agreed to him, he slowly closed his eyes with satisfaction and stopped breathing.

"Master? Master?" Ling Chenxiao gently shook Song Qingchen, but Song Qingchen did not respond.

Master, passed away...

Song Detian, who was regulating his breathing, suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"Junior Brother Song, how is this possible..."