Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

After a long while, Meng Xiangyang's team finally arrived at the place where the talismans were arranged. There was a leading disciple standing in the open space and glanced at their four-person team: "Why did you come here? Where are your positions? Hurry up and post it. After one place is finished, there is another one.”

After speaking, the disciple went elsewhere.

Meng Xiangyang distributed talismans to the three of them, and walked towards a rotten wall outside the village. The other two disciples followed and chatted with Meng Xiangyang: "Brother Meng, what did you say to that old woman just now?"

Meng Xiangyang chuckled twice: "The secret behind the door."

"What's the secret behind the door?"

"Shhh—you can't ask too much." Meng Xiangyang said mysteriously: "It's no good to know about this."

"This, so scary..."

Meng Xiangyang nodded heavily, and then his eyes sparkled brightly, as if saying, "Come and ask me."

"..." The two disciples were full of interest just now, but when they saw Meng Xiangyang's virtue, they lost interest immediately: "Then let's not inquire about it..."

Meng Xiangyang:? ? ?

Don't bring this one!

Xi Feiluan interjected at the right time: "How did Brother Meng know?"

Meng Xiangyang grabbed Xi Feiluan excitedly, pulled him to the corner of the wall, and while pasting a spell on the wall, he grabbed the face and listened: "Junior brother, you are still welcome!"

"..." Xi Feiluan just wanted to know why he didn't know much about a new disciple.

"So Senior Brother Meng..."

"Shhhhhhhhhh" Meng Xiangyang glanced behind him a few times, turned his head, gave Xi Feiluan a look, and whispered: "I've said it all, there are people in my sect."

Xi Feiluan: "...Oh."

"???" Meng Xiangyang was a little dissatisfied with this bland reaction, but soon after, he found that the only audience he had left behind had also lost interest in an instant when he was just getting started, looking like he was about to give up. Meng Xiangyang grabbed him regardless of his appearance: "No! Don't leave! I haven't started talking yet!"

The two chattered, and the talisman on his lap was scattered all over the ground, Xi Feiluan pulled him off his body: "Oh no, it's about to fly!"

As they said that, a gust of cold wind blew up the talisman that had fallen at their feet, and the talisman was rolled up with the fallen leaves and floated out of the village. The two hurried to pick it up.

Outside the village is a wasteland, overgrown with dry grass. This is already the closest edge of the human settlement, but it is actually far away from the eastern sea.

Meng Xiangyang picked up the talisman that was blown up by the wind, and the talisman was hanging leisurely on a dead tree not far away. He hopped to reach it, but failed to reach it a few times, and carefully glanced to the south , the leading disciple did not come over, and there were only one or two groups of disciples who were pasting talismans around, but they did not intend to help them. Meng Xiangyang heaved a sigh of relief and called Xi Feiluan over: "Hurry up, junior brother, come here, I will climb up and shake it." That branch, you stick that talisman underneath, don't let the leader see us."

Xi Feiluan responded and went over to see him climbing up the tree trunk with hands and feet, his movements were quite neat.The talisman was hung on a branch and swayed gently with the breeze.

Xi Feiluan was afraid that he would slip down by accident, so he stared at him climbing up, staring at him, Meng Xiangyang suddenly stopped climbing, hugged the tree trunk and remained motionless.

"?" Xi Feiluan raised his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Meng Xiangyang turned his head and looked down at him with a strange expression: "Did you hear... what singing?"

"Singing?" Xi Feiluan held his breath and concentrated, but there was no sound.

"That's right, it seems that someone is singing a ditty..." Meng Xiangyang hugged the tree, still listening with his ears up.

How can there be singing?Xi Feiluan listened again, except for the whistling of the wind, he didn't hear anything else. His five senses are supposed to be much sharper than Meng Xiangyang, who is still inexperienced. It makes no sense that he can hear it, but Xi Feiluan can't.

The two were staring blankly, the talisman on the tree was blown up by the wind and rolled up on the branch, Xi Feiluan regained consciousness, fearing that the talisman would be rolled into the sky, he hurriedly called: "Brother Meng!"

At the same time, a voice suddenly said in Xi Feiluan's ear: "Come back."

Who is speaking?Xi Feiluan glanced around, there was no one around, only Meng Xiangyang who was hanging on the tree was struggling to climb up the tree.

"Junior Brother Lin, it's ready, I'm going to shake it—"

Xi Feiluan was about to respond when he heard a voice that was a hundred times clearer than before: "Come back!"

He suddenly grabbed the falling talisman and looked around at the same time.

"Someone is really singing a ditty..." Meng Xiangyang slid down from the tree trunk over there while mumbling, and was about to walk this way, when he saw a disciple throwing the talisman in his hand for some reason from the corner of his eye, and the talisman was scattered like a goddess Spreading out like flowers, the disciple walked straight to the north. On the wasteland not far away, a silver-purple circular halo appeared on the ground at some point, like a strange magic eye.

"What is that?" Meng Xiangyang blinked blankly, thinking he was dazzled.

That disciple was walking straight towards the strange halo, and a disciple from the same team behind him noticed it, turned his head and shouted: "Hey, where are you going?!"

Immediately afterwards, that disciple saw a halo not far away, and was also stunned for a moment: "Then what..." He was about to ask, but he saw the other two disciples beside him squatting motionless on their sticking talisman The position, like a few stone statues, with empty eyes, staring straight ahead.

Excited by the disciple's shout, Xi Feiluan immediately returned to his senses. A voice kept repeating the words "come back" to him. He didn't bother to ask Meng Xiangyang if he heard it too. The strange light in the distance The fluctuations emanating from the group are similar to the teleportation array, but they can't feel what kind of power it is.

——But one thing is certain, the caster definitely did not have any kindness.

The disciple seemed to be captivated by a force, and went straight towards the light ball. Behind him, a disciple who was still awake dragged and dragged, but couldn't stop him. Seeing that he was about to step in, Meng Xiangyang He and Xi Feiluan hurried over and pulled the disciple's arm back.

"What the hell is this? I'll go!!!" Meng Xiangyang grinned and hugged the disciple's thigh: "Why does he look like he's been poured with lead!!!"

The light group was only a few feet away from that disciple's face, Xi Feiluan gritted his teeth, thinking which race would attack the disciple of the cultivation world in the territory of the human race, the monster race, the demon race, or... the cultivation world itself?

In the distant Moshou Palace, Fei Zhe sneezed: "The Lord misses me!"

Fei Qi at the side: "Brother, don't dream, maybe I'm scolding you."

The three of them frantically exerted force on the disciple, the strength of the disciple was so strange that even Xi Feiluan couldn't pull him, but Xi Feiluan didn't dare to let go, so they could only stand in a stalemate for a while, hoping for a leader The disciples noticed here.

Soon there was a shout behind them, Xi Feiluan turned his head, and several disciples around hurried over with a dozen talismans, three of them were the disciples that Jiang Yao and Meng Chaoxing had accepted: "What's going on?" Xi Feiluan He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his voice and said, "Quickly go and call the nearby uncles!"

However, as soon as the words fell, the weird light group suddenly moved, and Xi Feiluan's pupils dilated: "No... hurry up!"

The moment he opened his mouth, the purple light was shining, and the light group covered their heads and faces, and swallowed all seven of them in the blink of an eye.

In Huanqi Palace, Yu Sheng, who was buried in the ancient books in the Cangdian Pavilion, flicked through the pages of the book, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold.

After a while, he lowered his head and continued to flip through the classics in his hand, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

His fingers brushed over the old pages, and the ink marks on the pages were somewhat irrefutable.

[Qing'an calendar [-], Qin Du, the head of the Qin family, ruled the three sects of the cultivation world, and thundered against the cultivation world, severely suppressing it, and later disappeared with Ji Hanyi, a disciple of the Yunyan sect. 】

"Ji Hanyi..." Yu Sheng murmured out the name: "Is it Yun Yanzong's..."

He got this book from Xu's family in that village, and the content was somewhat different from the history he had read before, but the names "Qin Du" and "Ji Hanyi" were clearly printed on it.

Yu Sheng had searched through Zongli's history books before, and those books were vague about the Qin family's rule over the cultivation world, and even the name and surname of the Qin family's head at that time were not mentioned, so he also searched for it. After looking through the rosters of disciples of the three sects, the person "Ji Hanyi" was not found.

These two names seem to have been deliberately erased by someone.

There was noise outside, Yu Sheng closed the books, stuffed those books into the corner of the bookshelf, and then opened the door and went out.

"My lord, you are here, it's not good!" A disciple outside the door hurriedly stopped: "The brothers who led the team down the mountain to repair the magic circle just sent news that some disciples disappeared during the mission. !"

Yu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression: "How many people are missing?"

"Seven, seven," the disciple was a little afraid to speak, "The five new direct disciples...all disappeared."

Yu Sheng's eyes glanced lightly, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: "Have you found out why you disappeared?"

"Still under investigation."

"Understood." Yu Sheng waved his hand: "Let them investigate the reason for the disappearance first, and report to me when there is news."

"Yes."

The disciple leaned back and retreated, Yu Sheng was still standing under the eaves of the Cangdian Pavilion, his spine was straight, and he was alone in the howling westerly wind, but there was a kind of madness in his eyes, sometimes joyful, sometimes lost .

"Are you finally going to reveal your hidden face? Brother..."