Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 810: Master Appears

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The inconspicuous movement in the sky still attracted the attention of the monks on the island. A thousand-mile transmission note, as fast as lightning and as light as a firefly, came straight to the island. Before it even approached, it quietly exploded thousands of feet away from the market town, and then a faint shout gradually disappeared——

Seeing this situation, many monks on the island disagreed. A transmission note that flew too far destroyed itself because it exhausted its spiritual power!

On the street, Boss Hu said disdainfully: "The transmission talisman used by the Immortal Sect can travel thousands of miles away in an instant. How could it be so inferior..." He originally wanted to say that the transmission talisman came from the family or the hands of casual cultivators. Yes, but I feel inappropriate. After becoming the elder of Tianzhen Sect, he looked down upon even the ordinary Immortal Sect...

Tie Qi casually echoed: "Someone must have called for help just now, with a weird accent, no matter what he did..." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but take two steps to the side, and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Lin, what are you doing? …”

Hearing the sound, Mr. Hu turned around quickly and was startled. I saw Lin Yi looking stunned and full of surprise. But in an instant, his eyebrows stood upright, his clothes and long hair moved automatically without any wind, and a frightening power came out, and he said in a cold voice: "I will take a step first, and you will rush to Qingyou Valley later..."

As soon as Lin spoke, he disappeared in the air with a flash, leaving only Tie Qi and Boss Hu standing there blankly. In the blink of an eye, the familiar figure rushed into the teleportation array in the town...

"This escape method is rare..." Mr. Hu was still amazed. Tie Qi shuddered suddenly and came to his senses. No need to think too much, the telegraph message just now must have come from Lin Yi. I am afraid that something happened to his brother's Qingyou Valley. Not daring to neglect, he hurriedly jumped into the air and shouted below: "Brothers, follow me back to kill people!"

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Tie Qi's guess was correct, Qingyou Valley had already suffered an accident. However, that transmission note did not come from Lin Jiangxian from Qingyou Valley, but from someone else.

At first, after Yan Qi and Dongfang Shuo left Yubei Town where Tianzhen Sect was located, they went to Xiazhou. When the two of them arrived in a foreign land for the first time, they couldn't help but take the opportunity to travel and experience it. Half a year had passed since they stopped and found the Qingyou Valley.

According to Le Chengzi of Daxia Xuantianmen, this Qingyou Valley is located in the northwest of Xiazhou, a secluded place with high mountains and dense forests. The owner of the valley, Lin Jiangxian, had a close relationship with Lin Yi, so he would not neglect the other's old friend. With this in mind, Yan Qi and Dongfang Shuo took the map in hand and inquired in many places. After a lot of trouble, they found the place...

In the valley mouth in the distance, the figure of the monk could be vaguely seen, and both Yan Qi and Dongfang Shuo became excited. This valley is quiet and full of spiritual energy. It is truly a holy place for cultivation! If you can settle down here and settle down, it will be a worry!

Yan Qi and Dongfang Shuo did not dare to neglect and walked to Qingyou Valley. The two of them reported their names according to the rules of worshiping the mountain. One asked to see the Valley Master Lin Daoyou as Senior Brother Lin Yi, and the other wanted to see Senior Uncle Lin...

Not long after the two men explained their intention, seven figures rushed out of the valley ten miles away. The leader was an old man in the middle stage of Yuanying and two middle-aged men in the early stage of Yuanying. Behind these three people, there were four more golden elixir disciples.

Seeing this situation, Yan Qi was quite pleased. Li Xiangren is a bitch! My family's status is low, so I have to involve others to strengthen my reputation. This move will inevitably lead to contempt or neglect. Lin Yi's whereabouts are unknown, who knows if someone will leave and let the tea cool down! But I didn’t expect that Qingyou Valley would greet them with such a large formation, which can be described as polite and considerate! Finally, I have arrived at an upright immortal sect. This trip is worthwhile!

In the blink of an eye, the other seven people arrived not far away, each looking unclear.

Without thinking much, Yan Qi took two steps forward, raised his hands, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I've met Valley Master Lin, and I've met all fellow Taoists!"

Later, Dongfang Shuo also followed Zhizhi, looking around with a bit of curiosity. The Valley Master and the disciples of the Qingyou Valley did not welcome the guests with joy and ease. Instead, they were full of evil spirits, as if they came with bad intentions. But before he was suspicious, the old man on the other side suddenly sneered: "I am the master of the Qingyou Hall of the Mosha Sect, not the master of the Qingyou Valley. And Lin Yi died early, and his old friends and disciples still dared to come to his door. ,hehe……"

The old man waved his hand, and the remaining six people gathered around.

Yan Qi was shocked when he encountered a sudden change. He didn't dare to hesitate, turned around and grabbed Dongfang Shuo, who was still stunned, and flew into the air in an instant.

"Hmph! It's too late to leave now!" The old man snorted disdainfully and chased after him with his men.

Yan Qi didn't know Lin Yi's life or death, the origin and depth of the Mosha Sect, and he didn't know the reason why the other party wanted to kill him and Dongfang Shuo. But he knew clearly that under the siege of the three Nascent Soul monks, he would definitely die. Therefore, he had no choice but to flee. But before they had gone hundreds of miles, the two of them were caught up and surrounded by three Nascent Soul monks.

The opponent's escaping skills were astonishing. Yan Qi knew that it would be difficult to escape, so he had to stay alone to break up the rear. But after only a slight delay, Dongfang Shuo was blocked by four Jindan disciples from Mosha Sect.

Falling into such a situation unintentionally, Yan Qi sighed helplessly. After going through a lot of hardships, we finally arrived at the rumored Kyushu. But within half a year, he has been frustrated one after another, and now he is inexplicably trapped in a tight siege, which is chilling! It is even more unacceptable to die like this before the grand plan is developed and the immortal path is not achieved! Lin Yi could have achieved such a great reputation, but why was he so miserable? I think back then, Yan was the number one person in the Daxia Immortal Sect...

Suddenly, Yan Qi became crazy. He opened his mouth and spit out a square tripod flashing with red light, which immediately blocked the old man's attack. When there was no time to lose, he used two flying swords to attack the other two opponents respectively.

At the same time, Dongfang Shuo was already in danger. Among the four opponents, there were two masters in the late stage of Jin Dan, making them unable to parry at all. And with one against three, Yan Qi might not be able to protect himself, so what should he do? Master! The disciples are here to find you. Now I haven’t even seen you once, so I have to die in a foreign country without any reason...

Thinking of this, Dongfang Shuo suddenly had a jade slip in his hand. He secretly gritted his teeth and launched several flying swords at one go to attack the opponent, taking the opportunity to throw the object in his hand into the air. Seeing the stream of light disappearing suddenly, he kept thinking silently. At the critical moment of life and death, no one can respond to the calls of heaven and earth. I can only ask Master to show his spirit! If you don’t want to see your disciple die, you should show up quickly...

At this moment, a muffled sound of "Boom——" suddenly came from hundreds of feet away. When Yan Qi was entangled with two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he was attacked by the old man while avoiding the treasure tripod. His clothes were torn, he was vomiting blood, and he was teetering in mid-air.

Dongfang Shuo looked at it carefully and couldn't help being shocked. But in the midst of his busy schedule, a ray of light arrived in front of him. Unable to dodge, the sharp flying sword shattered his protective soft armor with a "bang" and instantly passed through his shoulder.

"Ah——" Dongfang Shuo couldn't help but screamed miserably. Who would have thought that when the house leaked, it rained all night, and a flying sword pierced his thigh with a bloody hole. This time he didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain, so he fell headlong. And the four golden elixir monks followed closely and were determined to kill them quickly.

Seeing that Dongfang Shuo was about to be cloned by Luan Jian, he was picked up by Yan Qi who rushed over, and then landed in front of a cliff. The seven people from the Demonic Sect arrived soon after, and all kinds of magical weapons came overwhelmingly.

Before his footing was stable, Yan Qi opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of hot blood. He hurriedly dropped Dongfang Shuo and said: "I...I can only save you for the last time..." Before he could catch his breath, he waved his sleeves quickly, and the spiritual power all over his body poured out. In a flash of thought, the square tripod became several feet in size and suddenly stood in front of the cliff.

"Boom, boom, boom--" a series of loud noises sounded, and the seven people from the Mosha Sect charged at Fang Ding and kept attacking. Yan Qi stood proudly, with a trace of madness flashing in his eyes. The spiritual power never ceases, and the Zhengyang Cauldron never falls...

Dongfang Shuo sat up with difficulty, his body covered in blood. He struggled to take out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Realizing that he would not die for a while, he looked at the situation in front of him uneasily. Zhengyang Sect’s Zhengyang Cauldron is truly extraordinary! The three- to four-foot-long cauldron is thick and solid, enough to withstand the opponent's bombardment. It's just that Master Yan's injury is not serious. How long can he last with such a strong cultivation?

Within a moment, the three Nascent Soul monks from Mosha Sect saw the clues. The power of the square tripod is impressive, but it cannot be separated from the blessing of magic power. Even with the help of favorable geographical conditions, it is still difficult to last. Competing in cultivation? It’s just asking for death! The three of them chased away the four golden elixir disciples and used all their means...

An hour later, Yan Qi's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he gradually felt weak. This is the first time in my life that I have fought against three Nascent Soul masters. It can be said that even though I lost, I feel proud! However, such a confusing way to die is really cowardly!

Another half hour passed, and the Zhengyang Cauldron was only one or two feet in size, barely able to protect the two of them. In desperation, Yan Qi spat out another mouthful of blood, trying his best to maintain his final defense. Tens of feet away, the offensive of the three Nascent Soul monks from the Demonic Sect became more and more fierce.

After shaking his body, Yan Qi couldn't hold himself back. Seeing that the light on the Zhengyang Cauldron was fading, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said, "Boy, I shouldn't have brought you here..." Seeing this, Dongfang Shuo's expression darkened. The proud and arrogant Master Uncle Yan is already like this, which shows that he doesn't have much time to come!

Dongfang Shuo turned to the distance and said with a bitter smile: "The Wuding Sea is unpredictable and dangerous when we come here. If it weren't for the care of my uncle all the way, this disciple would have died countless times! I have the cultivation of my master back then, but I don't have his. No regrets if I can follow him here this time!”

Dongfang Shuo was so calm that Yan Qi felt secretly guilty! He brought the other party to Kyushu not without selfish motives. But the rescues along the way came from their original intentions. This nephew is not only that person’s disciple, but also a disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, and even a descendant of Senior Brother Dongfang!

"If Master is in Kyushu, he will definitely come..." Dongfang Shuo looked helplessly into the distance and couldn't help but muttered another sentence.

Yan Qi secretly shook his head and remained speechless. Once upon a time, his life and death had to be tied to an unknown person, a junior from the past... His chest felt tight, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked dazed for a while. The suspended Zhengyang Cauldron dimmed in light and gradually shrank to about one foot...

"Master..."

Dongfang Shuo's words came as if he was talking in a dream, and Yan Qi was completely unaware of them. He laughed miserably and lowered his arms tiredly. The magic power was unsustainable, and the Zhengyang Cauldron fell to the ground with a "bang" and instantly transformed into the size of a fist and slowly flew back. His heart relaxed and he sighed quietly. Cui'er, my husband is looking for you, wait for me...

But in a moment, Yan Qi's expression suddenly tensed up. He put away the Zhengyang Ding and did not attack with his magic weapon. That was...