I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

The handover of disciples on Ziyun Peak, Feng Xuan had already checked clearly, today even Bai Lerong is not at Ziyun Peak, which is rare, it is simply a god-sent opportunity.

Feng Xuan put the package into the storage container, went out and closed the door, relaxed as if she just went out to bask in the sun.

Even when meeting disciples on the road, Feng Xuan greeted them with a smile.

Feng Xuan only felt that his whole body was more relaxed than ever before, when he made this decision, it was as if he had let go of the shackles that had been firmly locked on his back.

Ziyun Peak is as strong as gold, but the enchantment has no effect on Fengxuan.

When it was time to walk out of Ziyun Peak, Feng Xuan took one last look at the towering Ziyun Peak from a deep distance.

This farewell may be a farewell forever.

Thinking of the days and nights she had spent on Ziyun Peak, the last trace of confusion in Feng Xuan's eyes finally dissipated, and she became completely determined.

Now it's a time of war, the gate of the No-Nian Sect is strictly guarded at this time, no entry and exit is allowed, but Li Furen once told him that there is another small path for the No-Nian Sect to enter and exit.

Li Furen grew up in the Wunian sect since he was younger, so he naturally knows the distribution of the Wunian sect like the palm of his hand.

That location is remote, few people know about it, and it is even more inaccessible now, it is the best place to leave.

After thinking about it, Feng Xuan quickly searched for the exit.

On the way, a group of panic-stricken disciples suddenly came towards him.

Feng Xuan's heart tightened suddenly, and he was puzzled, his whereabouts were clearly not found, how could someone move so quickly and find him in less than half a moment?

What to do now.

Feng Xuan stopped immediately, looked at the person with a calm expression, and was thinking of something to say.

Unexpectedly, this group of people rushed to him in a hurry, saluted briefly, and left in a hurry.

Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief just now, and heard some disciples discussing in low voices behind the crowd: "Honorable Master has cold water in hand, how can he be defeated?"

Another disciple had a worried face: "Shh, don't talk nonsense."

Feng Xuan's footsteps paused again, he suddenly called a group of people in front of him, and asked: "The lord you mentioned just now, is Ziyun Peak Li Furen?"

When the disciples heard the name, the atmosphere immediately became visibly depressed.

The leading disciple stepped forward and said, "Yes."

Feng Xuan knew that she shouldn't ask any more, but she still frowned and said: "What happened to him?"

"I heard the news that the lord was negligent for a while and was severely injured. Now his whereabouts are unknown. I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid it will fall into the hands of the demon cultivator."

After the disciple finished speaking, he saluted and said: "The battle situation on the front line is tense, I can't stay longer, so I will retreat first."

After that, a group of people hurried away again.

This time Feng Xuan finally recognized that the place they rushed to was the battlefield.

I don't know how long this group of disciples have been gone, but Feng Xuan still stands there blankly, feeling overwhelmed.

Didn't it mean that Li Furen defeated the demons all the way, how could he be injured suddenly, and his life and death are uncertain?

Feng Xuan's heart, which had been firm just now, suddenly began to waver.

If something really happened to Li Furen...

If something really happened to Li Furen, Feng Xuan spit out the foul breath in his heart, then it has nothing to do with him.

He had already given up his ascension, and Li Furen's life or death had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan quickened her pace again and rushed towards the exit, but this time before he had gone far, another figure appeared in front of him.

The man was covered in blood, apparently seriously injured, with a mask covering his face to block his sight - that day, the person who talked to Li Furen in Chunyang City was Moxiu!

Now that the immortals and demons are fighting against each other, the demon cultivator is seriously injured and wants to sneak into the Wu Nian sect, so he must be uneasy and kind.

If it were in the past, Feng Xuan would have subdued him long ago, but now he is seriously injured, let alone a shot, after walking so far, his body is already starting to get tired.

Feng Xuan immediately became vigilant.

It's just that if he calls for someone at this moment, he will definitely not be able to leave today.

Why not, let's see what this magic cultivator wants to do first.

Before Feng Xuan could speak, the demon cultivator's face was covered with blood, but he was still smiling: "Don't come here without any harm, Young Master Feng."