Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 81 Shen Yu
Some monks want to find some clues.

"The movement of the battle just now is not like an ordinary battle, at least it is in the late stage of Qi training. The bloody smell here is still a bit strong, which proves that it has not been long since the end, and there are no monsters and monks at the scene...Maybe both sides will suffer..."

The eyes of several people are full of greed, and they all fantasize about being able to pick up the leak.

After Lu Qingye left, he didn't rush to other places immediately.

The territory here is complex, and it is impossible to travel far at the moment.

It's better to find a hard-to-find place, adjust yourself, and confuse some monks.

Sure enough, not long after, the mirror array disk she arranged outside was touched.

Lu Qingye's spiritual sense penetrated into the array, and immediately saw several monks running towards the path where she left footprints.

After arriving in the secret realm, Lu Qingye finally realized what it means to be truly sinister.

Although these small things are not as big as Shanhe City, their subtle point is that they are closely related to everyone.

After the few people left, Lu Qingye immediately changed places.

After a few people walked a certain distance, but they still haven't found Lu Qingye, someone immediately reacted.

"Not good! We fell for it!"

Several people looked at each other.

"Think about it, when we come here, we meet all qi cultivators, even some of the former Jindan cultivators are all qi practitioners... Even if that person has the ability to reach the sky, it is impossible for him to run like this after the war. Far."

"Yes! And now that I think about it carefully, the subtle traces on the road... some seem to have deliberately led us here!"

A few people turned back immediately, but when they got to the vicinity of the battle, there was no one there.

Several monks couldn't help but grit their teeth.

"Fuck! How cunning!"

Other monks also came to the scene. When they saw several groups of people, all the monks looked at each other vigilantly.

"go!"

Without benefits, if you stay here any longer, you may become benefits in the eyes of others.

After they left, several casual cultivators looked at each other, and the leading old cultivator shook his head.

Secretly transmitted voices to several people.

"Those people are also from casual cultivators. They don't have many good things on them, and they are not easy to do. Now our key figures should be placed on those disciples of the sect, especially the direct disciples of the great sect..."

The old monk's eyes were dark and vicious.

As casual cultivators, of course he didn't like the things on those people.

At this time, those disciples of the sect's aristocratic family are the wealth that moves.

Moreover... Some genius disciples of the sect don't need them to do it at all.

Pretend to be pitiful, act kindly, and don't know how the other party died.

This kind of easily obtained fat meat is of course much easier to chew than these rotten bones!

Outside the Secret Realm of the Ancient Scroll, the senior officials of Shangyao Sect looked at the news they received with ugly expressions on their faces.

In the Zongmen Soul Hall, the disciples' soul lamps went out too frequently during this period.

Some disciples were cultivated by them with countless resources.

Although they all understand that it is not a strange thing for a monk to fall in the middle of his journey to immortality.

But several sects and aristocratic families secretly heard the news, they all heard.

Obviously, something might have happened in the secret realm, and it might even be something aimed at the disciples of those sect aristocratic families.

But now they are outside, there is no evidence, and they can't just make a conclusion based on their own guesses.

At this time, when people in Qingxuan Continent are in turmoil, if there is random suspicion, it may provoke internal strife between the Sanxiu Alliance and the sect family.

Although casual cultivators are mostly gathering places for low-level monks, they have low strength, no resources and no background.

However, if the huge crowd is not handled well, it may also cause big problems.

Fu Yichen has also been paying attention to the news of the Zongmen Soul Hall during this time.

Of course, he was heartbroken and angry about those fallen disciples.

He is also worried that among these fallen lists, there are names he has been paying attention to.

Because there are too many things about the fallen disciples, things are gradually fermenting, and the pressure on the Immortal Alliance is also increasing.

The formation masters of the formation alliance even cracked the formation barrier overnight.

Some of the lower-ranking forces did not dare to speak out at this time when they heard the rumors, for fear of being embarrassed and standing out.

Everyone is at risk.

There is oppression in the air.

In the secret realm of the ancient scroll, Lu Qingye stood among the ruins.

A world of silence, endless tombs.

It's just that there are no inscribed steles, and it's unknown who is buried underneath.

Although it is clearly a mass grave, there is no uncomfortable atmosphere.

There wasn't even a weed, and there was solemnity all around.

Lu Qingye walked into the tomb, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The crisp sound of wind chimes echoed throughout the graveyard.

An ancient legend in the world of cultivating immortals suddenly flashed in Lu Qingye's mind.

In Qingxuan Continent, there has always been a rumor that in the ancient battlefield, there were frequent battles and countless lives died.

Many people on the battlefield were unable to return to their hometowns, so they left their affairs in the hands of their compatriots who fought with them.

Whoever is still alive will collect the body for the dead.

And if those monks who died in battle had justice in their hearts and had no resentment or regret after their death, they would not have a sinking spirit.

Even around their corpses, all evils retreated!

And the soul bells are those dead heroic souls welcoming their compatriots and old friends...

When he first heard it, Lu Qingye felt shocked and regretful.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there will always be monks trying to find their shelter, wanting the heroes to return home.

But war brings more than just death.

Souls are displaced, and their separation and flight are happening all the time.

Some left and came back again, and the sea has already turned into a mulberry field, and things are people and things are not.

The ringtone is crisp and sweet, as if happy and joyful.

The listener also feels refreshed.

Lu Qingye pursed his lips, straightened his waist, took out some spiritual wine from his storage bag, scattered it around the tomb, and bowed.

The aroma of wine wafted in the tomb, and the sound of wind chimes became louder and louder.

Lu Qingye continued to move forward, but did not see a little bit of green light appearing under her feet.

The tomb seemed endless, but Lu Qingye didn't feel tired.

Until you see a tombstone in front of you that is different from the surrounding ones.

"Shen Yu from Qingxuan's Shen family..."

Lu Qingye suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Qingxuan Shen family Shen Yu?

Lu Qingye felt that the name sounded familiar, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

I understand why I feel familiar.

There are many famous and powerful seniors in the Qingxuan Continent, and their names have been passed down to future generations and are remembered by countless people.

Among them, the Shen family of Qianhaizong's first-class family once had an ancestor named Shen Yu.

It's just that according to the rumors in the world of cultivating immortals, that ancestor ended up sitting in Shen's house.

Lu Qingye didn't know if the senior Shen Yu in this grave was the same person as the one from the Shen family, or if they just happened to have the same name.

(End of this chapter)