Qingyun's sword fairy in white

Chapter 176
The night in the Dead Marsh was getting darker, and in this pitch-black Dead Marsh, there seemed to be faint undercurrents surging.

In the sky above this silent death marsh, suddenly there was a ray of dark blue light across the sky, the speed of this ray of light was incomparably swift, but looking at this ray of light from a distance, it seemed to be trembling, flickering and about to go out.

Far away from the Bottomless Pit where Zhengdao was stationed, Meng Ji, the vice head of the Yin Demon Sect, looked a little anxious. If none of these dead people came back, what should they do?

And behind the deputy lord of the Yin Mo Sect were dozens of Yin Mo Sect disciples, all of them looked flustered. There were originally about [-] disciples, but now they were the only ones left.

At this time, these disciples looked at the deputy sect master in front of them, still feeling a little apprehensive in their hearts. In this situation, they knew that they saw the mysterious black light.

The disciples of the Yin Mo Sect were a little excited. Their backbone had returned. After all, Meng Ji was not talented enough. At this critical moment of life and death, they still believed in their mysterious white-clothed sect master.

It's just that as soon as the white-clothed sect master fell to the ground, before they could surround him, he spat out a big mouthful of blood and shook his body a few times, causing the expressions of the disciples on the field to change drastically.

Meng Ji went up first to support the master in white, but felt that the body of the master in white was trembling slightly, and his breath was also very unstable, and his expression changed drastically immediately.

The head of the white-clothed sect felt Meng Ji's astonishment, as did the deputy head of the sect, which made him quickly glance at the remaining disciples of the Yin Demon Sect, and he saw the extremely frightened expressions of the only remaining elite disciples under his sect.

He sighed in his heart, and he was injured by the Excalibur Yulei Zhenjue by force, and said lightly: "Don't panic, I just spit out blood from my exercise, but it's a pity that the elders who followed me broke down. In the hands of those righteous beasts!""

Although the head of the white-clothed sect is a bit mysterious on weekdays, in the eyes of these Yin Mo sect disciples, he is indeed the most trustworthy person. When he spoke, the disciples who were originally panicked calmed down, apparently believing their sect master if.

But in the eyes of Meng Ji beside him, the current head of the white-clothed sect is already at the end of his arrows, and he is probably just barely holding on at the moment.

Fortunately, the death marsh was pitch black at this time. If these Yin Mo sect disciples saw this in the daytime, they would lose confidence immediately. In their view, if the master in white clothes who was so mysterious and powerful that both Meng Ji and Xiao Yicai were impressed, they would all be defeated. The disciples of the Righteous Way were forced to such a point, then they really had to consider becoming an affiliated sect of the Ghost King Sect or the Hehuan Sect.

Meng Ji obviously knew about this, so he immediately turned around and said to the disciple of the Yin Demon Sect behind him: "There is nothing serious about the sect master, and he will recover after a short rest. You should also rest as soon as possible and adjust our state!"

The disciples of the Yin Demon Sect nodded after hearing the words of the deputy sect master, and then dispersed to rest, also taking the initiative to protect the law for the sect master in white.

But after these disciples left, Meng Ji suddenly felt his body sink. He immediately looked at the white-clothed sect master, but saw a dark green coldness appearing on the white-clothed sect master's face, his whole body was weak and extremely cold.

In this case, if he hadn't supported him, the master in white might have collapsed in front of his disciples who were not too far away.

Meng Ji suppressed the panic in his heart, helped the master in white to sit down slowly, and the master in white sat down and took a black cyan pill, and then began to adjust his breath to heal his injury.

I don't know what this black cyan elixir is, but the effect is extremely remarkable. After a while, the coldness on the face of the master in white gradually dissipated, and his complexion looked much better.

"call……"

After slowly exhaling the mist with dark blue ice slag, the door master in white slowly opened his eyes, and saw Meng Ji who was a little nervous in front of him at the first sight.

Seeing the white-clothed sect master open his eyes, Meng Ji lowered his voice excitedly, "Master, have you recovered yet?"

The head of the white-clothed sect shook his head, and said bitterly: "After I broke up with the elders just now, I unexpectedly met a white-clothed woman whose aura resembled that person's. Huang... well, the elders who participated in the ambush were all folded there..."

Meng Ji was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, and then said after a while: "The Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique? As far as our disciples know, the young disciples like Qingyun, the only ones who can use the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique are the righteous sisters of that person? The woman in red from our elder?"

The head of the white-clothed door closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "I thought so too, but not only have we not seen this white-clothed woman in the six years of confrontation with Zhengdao... even her aura is very close to that person's." , maybe she was retreating with that person... As for the red-clothed woman you mentioned, an elder from the Wild Headquarters is in the hands of that person."

Speaking of this, the master of the white-clothed sect gave a long sigh, and said softly: "The aura of righteousness is so exuberant, if I hadn't inspired the extremely dark profound aura of this black sword, I'm afraid I have already confessed it there."

Meng Ji frowned, apparently he also knew what the weapon of the master in white was, but although this divine weapon was powerful, but because the master in white was not its real master, it would take a very serious punishment to really motivate it. Backlash.

If those people hadn't given the white-clothed sect master a pill back then, the white-clothed sect master would have been unable to act at this time, and could only deal with the extremely cold profound energy with all his strength.

Thinking of this, Meng Ji sighed inwardly again, but his face remained expressionless, and he said, "Master, what about us now?"

The master in white groaned for a long time when he heard the words, and said softly: "Has the master Xiao come back?"

Meng Ji shook his head, nodded again and said, "I haven't come back yet, but I have already sent a few disciples who are not in serious trouble to look for him, and I think he will be there soon."

As soon as the words fell, a blood-red light fell beside them, but it was the Xiao Yicai they were talking about just now. Xiao Yicai frowned when he saw the injury of the sect master in white, and said worriedly: "Master, are you alright?"

The head of the white-clothed sect smiled wryly: "Do you think I'm fine? The sect you come from is still so powerful! Just now I was injured by a white-clothed woman holding Tianya, and the elders who followed me also folded."

Xiao Yicai was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized who the white-clothed sect master was referring to, and sighed softly: "The person you are talking about should be Lu Xueqi, this person is the second only to Wan Youxuan's disciple in Qingyun, and his talent is not even weaker than Wan Youxuan , Patriarch Qingye who stands shoulder to shoulder with Qingyun."

The white-clothed sect master remained silent, and after a while he slowly opened his mouth and said: "In that case, then sect master Xiao, sect master Meng, would you like to accompany me to the inner swamp of this swamp of death?"

Xiao Yicai and Meng Ji were both moved when they heard the words, and after a while Meng Ji couldn't help but persuade him: "Master, if..."

The head of the white-clothed sect waved his hand, interrupted Meng Ji's words, and said lightly: "In the current situation, we have no good retreat except to enter Neize. Home?"

Meng Ji and Xiao Yicai looked at each other and nodded slowly, apparently they also thought of this possibility.

In this way, what the white-clothed sect master said is correct, they have no way out, unless the Yin Demon Sect is disbanded, but this is after all their six years of hard work, plus the hundreds of years of inheritance of the two great sects, so None of them spoke of it.

It's just that the inner swamp of death is extremely dangerous. None of the people from the two paths of righteousness and demons who entered it before can get out of it again.

If the Yin Demon Sect had never suffered such a serious loss, the head of the White Clothes Sect would not have made such a decision, so at this moment he is pulling Meng Ji and Xiao Yicai to gamble with him!
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The cold wind of the Dead Marsh blew past, carrying a faint smell of blood.

It's just that the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect have already fallen asleep at this time, and there are only a few disciples who are keeping watch at night, and in front of these disciples are the head of the white-clothed sect and Xiao Yicai.

As for Meng Ji, he took the initiative to undertake the night watch. He was so cautious, naturally he was worried about the situation of the master in white.

But at this moment, the white-clothed sect master and Xiao Yicai opened their eyes at the same time. After they exchanged a glance, their eyes began to scan the surrounding darkness vigilantly.

The faint smell of blood seemed to be getting stronger.

The white-clothed sect master and Xiao Yicai got up at the same time, and each of them grasped the magic weapon in their hands tightly.

This bloody cold wind made the hearts of the two of them extremely cold, and at the same time they clenched the magic weapon in their hands even more forcefully. The "梼杌刀" in the hand of the white-clothed sect master even gave off a cold breath.

In the darkness, there seemed to be three footsteps, and behind two of them, there seemed to be many more footsteps.

These three footsteps came from three directions of the Yin Demon Sect's residence, and the owners of the three footsteps seemed to let the two of them hear the footsteps on purpose.

Sorrow gradually appeared on the face of the white-clothed sect master. How could the Yin Demon Sect be able to withstand a siege now, but after he and Xiao Yicai looked at each other, they laughed loudly: "Where is the mouse, hiding, Why don't you show up and see?"

The voice of the master in white echoed in the darkness of the Dead Marsh, waking up all the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect who had fallen asleep. After waking up, these disciples quickly gathered beside the master in white and Xiao Yicai.

The master in white looked at the flustered disciple, and frowned faintly, but when he glanced at the disciples behind him, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said, "Where is the deputy sect master? Isn't he on guard tonight? He Where did it go? Where are the disciples who are watching the night?"

The disciples of the Yin Demon Sect were all stunned when they heard their sect master's question, and shook their heads tidily after a while, obviously they didn't know where their other deputy sect master was.

The master in white took a deep breath, looked at each other with Xiao Yicai, and both saw the faint sadness in each other's eyes.

And at this time, in the darkness in front of the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect, a woman's voice with a slight smile suddenly came, and the woman said crisply: "Master of the Yin Sect, this is the person you are looking for?"

As the woman's voice fell, someone in the darkness threw something at them.

The disciples of the Yin Mo Sect hurriedly raised the torches, and everyone took a closer look. This thing turned out to be the head of Meng Ji, their deputy sect master, and the wound on the neck of this head was smooth and flat, and there was a faint chill.

But what frightened them the most was the expression left by Meng Ji's leader. This expression obviously showed that he had encountered something extremely frightening, and it was probably the only one who could make the deputy head of the sect so terrified all these years.

The head of the white-clothed sect took a deep breath. The current situation was very unfavorable to their Yin Demon Sect, but as the head of the sect, he still said calmly to the front: "Young Master Gui?"

The girl dressed in water green clothes slowly walked out of the darkness, with a sweet smile on her beautiful and unparalleled face, she said with a smile: "The master of the Yin sect is indeed the head of the three major sects of the Holy Cult. You can still think so firmly that I am right in front of you, it is really admirable!"

The corner of the white-clothed sect master's eyes twitched. The girl's words were full of sarcasm, but he still forcibly held back his anger, and said indifferently: "The members of the holy religion who hate Changshengtang and Wandu sect so much, what else can you do besides you?" Who is there? Besides, I can't think of anyone else who can scare Master Meng, except you."

"I didn't expect the Lord of the Yin Gate to treat me like this. This really makes me sad. We are united and friendly in the holy religion. How could I hate the original Master of the Changsheng Hall?"

Baguio shook her head, seemed a little sad, but after a while, she put on a smile again, looked at another dark place, and said with a light smile, "Sister Jin, this Yinmen master has slandered me so much, won't my sister come out and explain? "

The owner of the white clothed door changed his expression drastically when he heard the words, and quickly looked towards the dark place where Baguio was looking, only to see a graceful woman slowly walking out of that dark place. As soon as it appeared, several Yinmo sect disciples laughed foolishly.

"Young Master Miao!"

The master in white looked coldly at Jin Ping'er who walked out of the darkness, and suppressed his anger.

Jin Ping'er smiled slightly, this smile seemed to illuminate the night in the Dead Marsh, and then she said softly, "Master of Yinmen, long time no see, if Ping'er's guess is right, you are the poisonous son who disappeared for many years, right?"

The head of the white-clothed sect took a deep look at Jin Ping'er, neither acknowledging nor denying it, and said indifferently: "Fairy Jin, it seems that my Yin Demon Sect and your Hehuan Sect don't have any enmity? Why did you come with the Ghost King Sect?"

Jin Ping'er smiled, and said lightly: "Sect Master Yin is really a noble person who forgets things. When my Hehuan faction conquered the faction in the East China Sea, you often intervened."

"Fairy Jin was joking, our Yin Demon Sect has never been involved in the East China Sea area..."

The head of the white-clothed sect was dealing with Jin Ping'er, and at the same time he was eagerly thinking about the way to escape, when he suddenly heard the exclamation of his disciples behind him, as if he had seen some terrible person.

The master in white immediately turned his head back, and Xiao Yicai who was beside him also turned his head back, but when he turned his head, the faces of the two of them suddenly turned pale.

Behind them, that is, their last way of retreat, a figure dressed in snow-white clothes slowly walked out, and beside this figure in white clothes floated an ancient sword shining with stars.

After seeing Wan Youxuan's appearance, Xiao Yicai shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head to look at the white-clothed sect master, and saw that he was also shaking his head, and then said sadly: "Young Master Miao! In order to get rid of our Yin Demon Sect, you actually If you cooperate with the people from Qing Yun Sect, you won't be afraid... Forget it, we won't be wronged!"

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(End of this chapter)