The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

Ji Xiuzhu followed the guidance of the blood in his body and came to a mountain range.

This mountain range is shaped like a yellow dragon. After Ji Xiuzhu arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a road sign with the name "Panlonggang" written on it.

Ji Xiuzhu looked at the road sign, thinking deeply. She took a deep breath and set foot on the road up the mountain.

The mountain road is rugged, with lush trees on both sides. The higher you go, the richer the spiritual energy in the air becomes.

However, due to the disappearance of the artifact, the spiritual power here is actually collapsing.

As he walked, Ji Xiuzhu discovered an ancient temple in front of him.

There was a mysterious atmosphere surrounding the temple, so Ji Xiuzhu decided to go in and find out.

After all, the true dragon blood that protected her body had lost its effect at this point.

Ji Xiuzhu stepped into the ancient temple, and then a sense of vicissitudes of life hit him in the face.

This temple is not big, but every brick and tile reveals the traces of time.

As you step into the center of the courtyard, you will see a towering ancient tree standing tall, and the trunk is covered with moss, as if telling unknown past stories.

She walked lightly towards the main hall, the door of which was ajar. As she moved, the door creaked open slowly.

The hall was dark, with only a few rays of sunlight shining through the window lattices and onto the ground.

Ji Xiuzhu's attention was attracted by a bronze Buddha statue in the center. The Buddha had eyes slightly closed and a compassionate face, as if silently guarding this holy place.

Just as she was about to go forward to take a closer look, a faint light shone from behind the Buddha statue and caught her attention.

Ji Xiuzhu walked around the Buddha statue and found a hidden entrance to a stone chamber. She raised her hand and gently stroked the patterns on the stone door, and couldn't help but think of something.

Then, she just raised her hand slightly, and a blue spiritual power burst out.

With a loud bang, the spiritual power collided with the stone door and blasted it open.

Ji Xiuzhu walked slowly into the stone chamber and saw an old smell in it.

However, before she could go deeper, a strong smell of blood hit her nose.

Ji Xiuzhu frowned slightly and covered her mouth and nose. She looked carefully and found a body in the corner of the stone room.

The corpse was in tattered clothes and unrecognizable, with blood splattered all around the walls.

The bloody smell was so strong that Ji Xiuzhu's stomach churned.

She suppressed her discomfort and walked closer to the body to check, hoping to find some clues.

After all, she came here because she realized that Hu Yin was in danger. If this corpse was Hu Yin, he might collapse.

At this moment, Ji Xiuzhu noticed a broken jade pendant next to the corpse with specific patterns engraved on it. She was very familiar with this pattern, which was made by Fu Xiuming to distinguish between the inner and outer gates.

The jade pendant she saw had a coiled dragon pattern engraved on it.

Moreover, in the Shenyin Sect, Huyin is the only one who uses the dragon pattern.

Therefore, Ji Xiuzhu subconsciously thought that the corpse was Hu Yin.

Ji Xiuzhu's face was pale and her body was trembling slightly. She found it hard to accept this fact. She stared at the horrible corpse with her eyes wide open, her heart filled with grief and anger.

Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be some strange marks around the corpse, as if they were marks left by some kind of spell.

Ji Xiuzhu concentrated his mind and quickly examined the body.

As a result, she breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she finished the investigation.

Because, apart from the body shape, this corpse is completely similar to Hu Yin.

Ji Xiuzhu realized that this might be a misleading move, and perhaps the real Hu Yin was still alive. She immediately calmed down and began to think about her next move.

She carefully observed the surrounding environment, looking for any possible clues. Suddenly, she found that there seemed to be some subtle lights flickering on the wall of the stone chamber.

Ji Xiuzhu moved closer to the wall and gently touched the light with his hand.

In an instant, a mysterious pattern emerged, emitting a faint spiritual energy.

She was delighted, as if she had found the key. Ji Xiuzhu concentrated her energy and tried to interpret the mystery in the pattern. As time went by, she gradually understood its meaning.

The picture depicts common people and a woman in black standing with a sword. The person she hates is surrounded by brilliant light, and even common people bow down to her.

Ji Xiuzhu looked at the scene in front of him and was actually a little dazed.

She seemed to have seen the scenes in this painting somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.

As I was thinking about it, my head suddenly hurt so much, as if I had been hit hard by a shovel, and I was even a little dazed.

"What's going on? I seem to have seen this painting before. Moreover, it's like I've experienced it myself. What's going on? I actually understood what's in the painting!" Ji Xiuzhu said, and then he took a step forward and raised his hand to brush them one by one, "The person holding the sword is me, and this sword is Zhuxian. These should be the immortals from the upper realm, and this superior seems to be Meng Qishan!"

Various images kept flashing in Ji Xiuzhu's mind, all about her and the characters in the painting. She saw herself wielding the Zhuxian Sword and fighting with the gods, while the superior stood in the distance and watched the battle.

Suddenly, Ji Xiuzhu had a splitting headache and she squatted down holding her head. After a moment, her eyes became firm, as if she had made a decision.

"No matter what is going on, I must find out the truth." Ji Xiuzhu said to himself.

She looked at the painting again, feeling a strong sense of mission in her heart.

But when she was about to step out of the stone chamber, she saw the Zhuxian Sword roaring and flying out from her forehead and flew straight out of the stone chamber.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu was shocked and hurriedly followed.

Then, the Zhu Xian Sword flew to the top of a mountain and stopped.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Ji Xiuzhu saw a stunningly beautiful figure from afar.

She stood facing the wind, like the flowing autumn water.

Ji Xiuzhu looked at the scene in front of him and his heart trembled instantly.

"Mengqishan? Why are you here?"

As Ji Xiuzhu spoke, he called back the Zhuxian Sword, and then pointed the sword at Mengqishan with a cold look in his eyes.

Meng Qishan turned around, stared at Ji Xiuzhu with a cold gaze, and said with a smile: "You don't need to know why I am here. But you, who haven't seen me for many days, are so disrespectful that you dare to call me by my name! Ji Xiuzhu, I am your master!"

Ji Xiuzhu was shocked when she heard this, and then she was furious. She tightly grasped the Zhuxian Sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Mengqishan, and said in a cold voice: "Master? If you were my master, how could you let me fall into such a situation? What exactly are you planning? You have repeatedly failed to kill me, and you even set your sights on my disciple. You are unworthy of being a teacher!"

A complex look flashed across Meng Qishan's eyes. She did not directly answer Ji Xiuzhu's question, but walked slowly towards her, and every step seemed to step on Ji Xiuzhu's heartstrings.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Xiuzhu, what's between you and me cannot be explained in a few words. What you see and hear is determined by fate. You and I are both players in this situation."

Ji Xiuzhu frowned. She didn't believe in fate, and even less did she believe Meng Qishan's words.

She had too many doubts, too much anger, and too much unwillingness in her heart.

She actually wanted to question Meng Qishan, why as a mother, she was so cruel to her.

But thinking of Tushan Yin, she changed her words.

She snorted coldly, the tip of her sword trembling slightly: "Involved? I don't believe it! I only believe in myself and the sword in my hand! I have already promised you that I will not go to the upper realm anymore, what else are you dissatisfied with!"

Meng Qishan stopped, her eyes were deep, as if she could see through Ji Xiuzhu's soul.

She sighed softly: "Zhu'er, you are too persistent. Sometimes, only by letting go of your obsession can you see the truth."

Ji Xiuzhu was unmoved, her eyes were firm and sharp: "The truth? I only know the last threat and this inexplicable appearance. Meng Qishan, you should not come to me just for a small matter, right?"