Chapter 901 Late Night Signal

"No, I'm here to do some errands by the way. It's been a lot of time. I'll go back after I bring a few of them." He waved his hands and stood up, looking at the juniors in front of him, and said: "Give you a stick of incense time to say goodbye to your parents, and come and gather after a stick of incense."

"Yes." They replied and saw him walking out. After the other three bowed to the head of the house, they quickly went back to say goodbye to their parents, while Lan Yingying stepped forward and held her father's hand to speak.

After a stick of incense, several people followed their third uncle onto the flying boat and went all the way to Qinghe Sect.

Although the Qinghe Sect is not the first-ranked immortal sect, it also has a good position in the land of immortals. Compared with the first-ranked immortal sect, the assessment of the Qinghe sect is not so strict, and there are many disciples under the sect.

The spaceship was flying in the air, and Lan Yingying and the others did not dare to disturb the third uncle who was cultivating with closed eyes. The other three practiced cross-legged at a regular distance. Lan Yingying was more outgoing, so she was lying beside the spaceship and looked at the scenery outside. .

Two days later, in the evening, the spaceship landed in a place, and Lan Chengzhi said to them, "Pick up some branches and come back, and rest here tonight."

"Yes." A few people didn't dare to go far, so they picked up branches around, lit a small fire, and took out dry food to eat.

"Third uncle, I have some cakes, do you want to eat some?" Lan Yingying stepped forward and asked cautiously, she did not dare to be too presumptuous towards this third uncle who looked younger than her father.

Lan Chengzhi opened his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she was holding oil paper in her hand and handing out a few cakes, he said, "I've already fasted, so I don't want to eat these things, you can eat them!"

Seeing him closing his eyes and meditating again, Lan Yingying walked back to the fire and shared the cakes with the other three.

At night, Lan Yingying and a few people were sitting around the fire to keep warm. Because they missed their parents, they couldn't sleep, so they chatted in a low voice. With a bang, followed by a burst of fireworks, several people were slightly surprised: "That seems to be a distress signal."

"It's a distress signal, I don't know who it is, it doesn't seem to be very far from us." Lan Yican said, and saw that the third uncle who was sitting cross-legged under the tree had already stood up.

"It's a distress signal from the disciples of the Qinghe Sect. You can follow me to see it."

"Yes!" As soon as several people heard it, they immediately followed him to the place of the signal.

In the woods where the signal was sent, several disciples who were leaning together were covered in blood, with despair on their faces: "We can't live, even Master He is dead, no one will come to this place, No one will see our signal."

"There's one last flare, put it all together."

One of them gritted his teeth and put down the last signal flare. He held the sword in his hand and listened to the voices around him, his expression stunned: "Come on! Everyone is ready to fight! We must go back alive!"

Just as the man's voice fell, footsteps came from the surrounding area, and seven or eight people wearing the same color as them walked towards them bloody, on their bodies, their vitality was prematurely cut off and attached to them. It is a black ghost.

"Before, the one in front is Uncle He! He, he is a cultivator of Jindan! It's over, we're really over..." A disciple said in despair.