I practice ruthless way

Hearing what Yan Wushu said, Xiao Man knew that the cave where everyone was there had never been threatened, and it was indeed not suitable to stay on the cliff at this time. He turned to look at Wei Chuyun and asked how his injury was.

Just as Wei Chuyun nodded, he heard Yan Wushu say slowly: "Martial Nephew Wei shouldn't move at this moment, he has to sit quietly for a quarter of an hour, and I'll just send him there."

This man did what he said, and with a wave of his sleeves, he sent Wei Chuyun away.

Xiao Man's complexion became a bit weird, he glanced at Yan Wushu, and said: "Even though Xueyi Peak and Xing Yunfeng have deep old grievances, as a teacher, you shouldn't have such hostility towards a junior."

Hearing this, Yan Wushu frowned, and spread out his hands to pretend to be innocent: "Little Fenghuang, please be reasonable. If I treat his wounds and send him to a rest place, is this hostile?"

This man is cheating.Xiao Man said no more, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Yan Wushu smiled silently, followed Xiao Man three steps down, looked around the situation in the secret realm, and asked aloud: "What happened before?"

"Someone used a certain Buddhist scripture to disturb and confuse the minds of the trainees, causing them to kill each other; the sound of chanting also made the monsters restless and gathered to attack us. The people who were still alive fought with the monsters. Then retreat here and take a rest."

Xiao Man didn't hide this matter from him, and later added his guess: "I guess, someone wants to make the secret realm into a large altar, and those of us who live in it are sacrifices."

Yan Wushu lowered his gaze, turned the folding fan between his fingers one after another, and began to think deeply.

Soon they came to the cave, and the people gathered together in twos and threes to talk in low voices. Obviously, the battle on the top of the mountain just now had an impact on the place, the firewood crackled and burned, and the atmosphere was tense.Xiao Man was in front, and Yan Wushu was in the back. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Qu Hanxing, who was looking up, his eyes lit up, and he shouted in surprise, "Master!"

Qu Hanxing rushed over in three steps and two steps, talking non-stop: "I said why the secret realm has been swaying just now, so you came in! Master, are you here to take us out? Why did you come here alone, other sects?" What about people?"

Very noisy.

Yan Wushu waved him away with a folding fan, and said: "People have set up a restriction in the secret realm, and now I can't get out."

These words were addressed to Qu Hanxing, but also to everyone present.Qu Hanxing was taken aback for a moment, and then asked again: "Then how did you get in? Will the competition continue?"

"Do you want to continue the competition?" Yan Wushu asked him back.

Qu Hanxing lowered his head: "...I don't want to."

The current Secret Realm of Giant Spirit Mountain is full of weirdness, and their team has already killed General Geshu. According to that flexible rule, they are already the leader, so naturally they don't want to stay here for a while.

"Master Yan Peak." The rest of the Gushan disciples came over to greet him.

The disciples of the other schools heard the conversation between the master and the apprentice, and their expressions were mixed with joy and worry, but they were always more happy than worried. There was a senior from the upper realm of Taixuan coming to the secret realm, which made them feel at ease.

Yan Wushu stood in the cave, swept away everyone's expressions, flicked his sleeves lightly, and said, "I have a general understanding of the matter. I can't say that I can guarantee the safety of all of you, but now, let's count the number of people."

"Brother Lou just checked it out. This is...the roster of people who are still alive. Their sects and realms are all on it." Qu Hanxing immediately took out a booklet, and when he mentioned the word "alive", his expression became heavy. "The team has also been reorganized. We plan to rest here overnight, and set out early tomorrow morning to find Jingling and let it open the door."

"It's quite decent." Yan Wushu was a little surprised when he heard the words, he glanced at Bie Beilou calmly, then turned his head and continued: "But the spirit of the realm is in the middle of Taixuan, I'm afraid you won't be able to force it out. Or, even if Jingling is present, the door cannot be opened."

"Why?" "Even Jing Ling can't open it, who can open it?" "Are we going to be trapped inside?"

The pot immediately exploded in the cave.

Yan Wushu returned the roster in his hand to Qu Hanxing, and said slowly: "To put it simply, a group of people are trying to lock the secret realm."

"What do these people want to do?" "Is it possible to solve the problem by finding that group of people?" "Then rest for a night, and look for that group of people tomorrow!"

The pot exploded again.

But Wen Yan Wushu chuckled and asked, "Did you find out that there are other people in the secret realm before?"

The cave was immediately quiet, and the people who spoke to me just now fell silent.

The smile on the corner of Yan Wushu's lips disappeared, and his expression seemed a little helpless: "This shows that their realm is higher than yours, and their methods are stronger than yours."

"They can confuse your consciousness and kill each other by reciting a piece of Buddhist scriptures. If there were no... people with a firm mind to wake you up, most of you would have died. This is the difference in realm. It is indeed a pity. But it's also true."

After a short pause, Yan Wushu said again:

"I don't know if people outside can think of countermeasures. Now, prepare for the worst—they can't help us. The next thing you have to do is not to find Jingling, but to protect yourself."

"Heal those who are injured, and recuperate those who are not injured. From now on, everyone should protect themselves as much as possible and do their best to protect themselves. Only by surviving can they have a chance to go out."

The atmosphere became silent, and those who stood up all sat back, looking disappointed and dejected.

Yan Wushu didn't say anything encouraging, he raised his hand and waved at Xiao Man, saying, "Come here."

Clearly something to say.

Xiao Man felt that what he wanted to say should be related to Wushi Jingzong, so he let him go.

"I, can I follow?" Qu Hanxing leaned his head forward.

Yan Wushu: "Follow you."

The three of them came to the depths of the cave, Yan Wushu waved his sleeves, lit a fire talisman to illuminate the room, swept away the dust on the bluestone, pressed Xiao Man to sit down, and sat opposite him.

Qu Hanxing looked at these two people and chose freely.

"Little... how much does Master Uncle know about Wushi Jingzong?" Yan Wushu leaned against the cave wall and asked Xiao Man in a low voice.

"A branch of the Buddhist sect had a glorious and grand era, and later everyone in the sect fell into demons. After a crusade, it disappeared." Xiao Man said.

Yan Wushu nodded: "The Blood Shadow Technique is the product of Wushi Jingzong's obsession."

"But practicing the Blood Shadow Technique does not mean that you are a person of the Wushi Jingzong." Bie Beilou came with a piano in his arms, his eyes covered with white satin, and his slightly frowned eyebrows showed his worry.

He "looked" at Xiao Man and Yan Wushu respectively, and said in an affirmative tone: "You guys had a fight with them on the top of the mountain before, and that's why Daoist Wei got injured."

"Yes, but there is always a connection." Yan Wushu nodded, and then asked: "Assuming their purpose is to perform a sacrifice, a sacrifice, who is it that they want to summon, or what is it?"

Xiao Man lowered his eyes, and the firelight illuminated his side face, but because the light was too bright, it was difficult to distinguish his expression, and he could only hear a little regret in his voice: "The books about Wushi Jingzong have been destroyed, The records left behind are too general and difficult to infer."

Bie Beilou stroked the strings silently, and said, "Maybe it's the gods and Buddhas they believe in."

Qu Hanxing stared wide-eyed, with an expression of disbelief: "...Isn't this too outrageous?"

"Farewell fellow Taoist, you used a wrong word." Yan Wushu's folding fan twirled a beautiful flower between his fingers, his eyes were shining with fire, and his voice was cold.

"Ok?"

Yan Wushu said: "The Wushi Jingzong is the Demon School, and the Buddha he believes in should be called the Demon Buddha."

The room became silent, none of the people moved, only the fire talisman floating in mid-air was shaking.

The shadows falling on the wall and on the ground swayed, but the atmosphere gradually stagnated.After an unknown amount of time, Qu Hanxing clapped his palms together, and then spread his hands: "I still don't believe that the so-called gods and Buddhas can be recalled with one sacrifice? I'm afraid the summoned monster is some kind!"

No one answered him.

After a while, Bie Beilou said: "Instead of sitting here thinking about it, it's better to meet them face to face. Even if you can't ask anything, you can find clues from the other party's moves."

Xiao Man had already had this intention, and said: "The place where the sound of chanting is heard is the mountain in the southwest."

"I'll go check it out." Yan Wushu got up.

Xiao Man then stood up from the bluestone: "I'll go too."

This made Yan Wushu's outward steps stop, he pushed Xiao Man back again, and said: "Little uncle, please rest here."

Xiao Man frowned, he really should rest now, but...

At this moment Mo Juntian came back from outside the cave with someone on his back.He propped his hands on the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, his eyes were red and he shouted inside: "Song Ci is dead!"

As soon as the sound came out, Xiao Man's expression froze, Qu Hanxing was startled for a moment, and then rushed out in a hurry.

Mo Juntian put the person on his back on the ground.The man's eyes were wide open, he raised his fingers forward, his expression was stiff, something pierced his throat, his face was pale, and he hadn't breathed for a long time.

This is Song Ci.

Xiao Man hurried over, pushed aside the crowd, and when he saw the wound, he immediately recognized whose hand it was: "It's the person from before."

"What?" Mo Juntian asked.

"At the top of the mountain, someone wanted to attack Brother Man." Qu Hanxing said, "Song Ci must have discovered him when he went up the mountain and was silenced."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and thumped the wall: "Bastard!"

Xiao Man's already pale face became even more bleak, and he raised his legs and walked out of the cave. At this moment, the roar of a monster came from the wind.

It was a roaring sound, very loud, apparently coming from the foot of the mountain.It was too late for everyone to mourn Song Ci's death in silence, and immediately put on nervous and defensive expressions.

"The monsters are coming again." Someone pulled out a knife angrily and walked outside, "Damn it, we killed so many people, I'm going to kill them!"

Xiao Man pushed him back with his backhand, and saw Yan Wushu approaching, blocking him behind.

There were no stars and no moon in this night, but the eyes of the monsters were all shining, they gathered at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountain, ready to move.

"The scriptures recited by that group of people have changed." Xiao Man frowned slightly when he heard the low singing between the hissing of the wind.

Yan Wushu grabbed the sword, lowered his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "These monsters were sent by the teleportation array..." Then he couldn't help cursing: "These bald donkeys."

Another person rushed out of the cave and was thrown back by Yan Wushu with one sleeve.

He didn't say much, stepped into the void, and dropped his sword towards the ground.

The sound of the sword was like thunder, and the light of the sword was like a pendant rainbow, piercing from the sky to the ground, bright and powerful, dazzling and dazzling.

boom -

The wind of the sword was harsh and startling, and at the same time as it fell, there was an earth-shattering sound, and the whole mountain trembled and tilted.

Trees fall and rocks fall.

But when the sword light was extinguished, He saw a crack in the ground, and the deep ravine ran westward, the length and width of which were immeasurable.

All the monsters gathered there were knocked down, and the abyss was like a beast with a huge mouth, swallowing wantonly.

He dropped another sword.

This time it was delicate and silent, the sword intent was light and slow, but it turned slowly in the void, and in the next moment, it had already fallen into the ravine.

There was a bang, but the fire spread like a long dragon.

The fire talisman completed with sword intent turned the bottomless place into a grave.