Dear Lingshi

"what!"

Lu Yunsheng soon made a discovery. At this time, a village dozens of miles away was being attacked by snow monsters. Fortunately, there were cultivators stationed in this village.

Moreover, among these cultivators there were people Lu Yunsheng knew well. It was Zhuo Miao who was leading a team of outer disciples in the Boiling Blood Realm to resist the snow monster.

At this time, there were a large number of snow monsters, and several snow monsters in the Foundation Establishment Stage were leading the attack. The low stone wall surrounding the village had completely collapsed.

As a result, Zhuo Miao and his disciples had no choice but to rely on those thatched huts for defense. However, these thatched huts were like paper under the claws of the snow monsters and were of no help to the disciples. Two outer disciples died in the mouths of the snow monsters immediately.

Suddenly, these outer disciples were thrown into chaos.

Zhuo Miao, holding two swords, had no choice but to step forward to attract the attention of those snow monsters in the Foundation Establishment Stage in order to relieve the pressure on other disciples.

The villagers could only hide in the cellars and leave their fate to fate. The cellars of these villagers had no restrictions. The snow monsters that entered the village followed the human scent and opened the cellars like a can with one claw, and began to feast on them.

When Lu Yunsheng saw this scene, his heart moved. He saw the soul infant in the sea of ​​consciousness flicked his fingers, and the toothpick-like soul sword flew out of the sea of ​​consciousness with soul fire.

At this moment, the speed of this soul sword was actually more than several times faster than his own flying sword. The distance of dozens of miles was covered in just a blink of an eye.

The Soul Sword was emitting flames, and it pierced through the heads of the snow monsters one after another like threading a needle. All the snow monsters lost their breath silently and collapsed to the ground.

Zhuo Miao was already in a precarious situation as he was alone in resisting the attacks of several Foundation Establishment Snow Monsters. At this moment, when the Soul Sword arrived, these Foundation Establishment Snow Monsters fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Zhuo Miao gasped as he looked at the changes in front of him, not knowing what was happening for a moment.

Zhuo Miao came to her senses after hearing the cheers coming from all around. Only then did she realize that all the snow monsters in the village had mysteriously lost their life force.

"What's going on?" Zhuo Miao muttered to himself in confusion.

At this moment, she seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

Lu Yunsheng was seen descending from the sky on a flying sword.

"Mr. Lu!" Zhuo Miao saw the man's face full of disbelief and quickly stepped forward and shouted.

At this time, she also understood that the deaths of these monsters must have been caused by Lu Yunsheng.

"Senior Sister!" Lu Yunsheng also smiled when he saw Zhuo Miao.

"Where have you been all these years? I thought you..." Zhuo Miao looked at Lu Yunsheng with a worried look on his face.

Hearing this, Lu Yunsheng's heart skipped a beat. He ignored Zhuo Miao's worry and asked quickly, "How long have I been away?"

"Mr. Lu, you've been gone for three years! My brother and I learned from Tong Lu that you went to Xiu Hanze. In the past three years, we have gone to Xiu Hanze to look for you dozens of times, but we couldn't find you." Zhuo Miao's eyes even turned red as he spoke.

Lu Yunsheng didn't expect that he would be frozen for three years. Although he was anxious at the moment, he hurried forward to comfort Zhuo Miao when he saw his condition: "I'm back now."

"By the way! Mr. Lu, don't go back to the sect, leave now!" Zhuo Miao said hurriedly, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Why?" Lu Yunsheng asked curiously.

"Some time ago, the cultivators from the Snow Spirit Valley used some unknown method to drive a large number of snow monsters into the territory of our Fu Hu Sect and began to kill and plunder. Moreover, just yesterday, the cultivators from the Snow Spirit Valley had already attacked the mountain gate. I don't know what the Fu Hu Sect is like now?" Zhuo Miao said this with a worried look on his face.

When Lu Yunsheng heard this, his heart skipped a beat again. The Xuanyuan Rouhuan Order was still in the Fuhumen, and there must not be any problems with this technique.

Thinking of this, Lu Yunsheng ignored Zhuo Miao's dissuasion and hurriedly flew towards Fuhumen.

At this time, his escape speed increased greatly, and it only took him a cup of tea to get back to Fuhu Gate.

At this time, Fuhumen was extremely quiet again, completely devoid of its former bustle.

Lu Yunsheng's expression changed, and he suddenly landed on a hillside outside Fuhu Gate, restraining his breath.

Because he suddenly thought that since the Fu Hu Sect had an ancestor in the Xuanying period, if the Xueling Valley dared to attack, there must be cultivators of the same level.

So to be on the safe side, he urged his spiritual sense to protect himself and began to rush into the sect along a remote mountain road.

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he saw that the Fuhu Gate was in a mess. Zhenren Xuanshan and other Xuandan-stage elders were fighting fiercely with a group of Jindan monks in white robes.

Tong Lu's disciples also fought on their own to resist the attack from the many cultivators in Xueling Valley.

But the most eye-catching ones are the two people fighting in the sky.

I saw two men, one was tall and thin, attacking with a sword, and the other was tall and burly, defending with a stick. The two men were full of energy, fighting until the sky was dark, and a casual blow could make a deafening noise.

Seeing this, Lu Yunsheng restrained his breath and lay on the top of the mountain to watch quietly. At this time, he also realized that the cultivator holding a long stick and with a strong blood glow all over his body should be the Xuanying stage ancestor of Fu Hu Men.

The cultivator holding the azure flying sword should be the Nascent Soul stage ancestor of Xueling Valley.

Seeing the two fighting back and forth, Lu Yunsheng felt temporarily relieved.

"It seems that the Xuanyuan Flesh Joy Order is still safe for the time being!"

"boom!"

Just as Lu Yunsheng was lost in thought, a loud noise was heard. The Fu Hu Sect's ancestor missed his attack, and the shadow of the stick formed by the power of blood and energy fell on the top of the mountain, directly blowing up the mountain. Immediately, huge rocks flew everywhere, and the cultivators below the valley hurriedly dodged.

"Whoosh!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator from Xueling Valley seized the opportunity, shot out a sword, and stabbed directly into the chest of the Fu Hu Sect's ancestor with terrifying power.

Seeing this, the Fu Hu Men ancestor had no time to dodge and could only stumble to avoid the vital points.

Unfortunately, he was holding a long stick in his hand and had no time to retract his arm, so he could only watch helplessly as his arm was pierced by the flying sword.

At this critical moment, Lu Yunsheng saw that the blood energy on the Fu Hu Men ancestor's body instantly condensed into a layer of blood scab, completely wrapping him like armor.

"Crack!"

The sound of a flying sword piercing flesh was heard.

Lu Yunsheng's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the azure flying sword had indeed pierced the blood scab and entered the arm, but the flying sword only penetrated an inch and could not go any further.

When the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Xueling Valley saw this, his expression changed and he quickly recalled his flying sword.

The ancestor of Fuhu Sect looked at his bleeding arm, then looked at the monk from Xueling Valley opposite him, and heard him chuckle: "Baohong, what can you do to me?"