Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Qianye Prefecture, Qingcheng Sect.

Ye Lu sighed and said, "The world has become even more chaotic."

He has found his own path, integrating the seed of law, the Yin-Yang eyes and the heavenly calculation.

Sitting in Qingcheng Sect, Ye Lu could know what was happening in Beizhou.

The unrest in various parts of the human world is intensifying, sea monsters are attacking everywhere, and demon cultivators are rampant.

His Majesty and several seniors have gone to the depths of the snowfield to slay the demon, and the major sects have also scattered to offer their support.

The battle between good and evil becomes more brutal, with corpses everywhere.

Ye Lu walked out of the wooden house and came to the headmaster’s residence.

"Master, I am going down the mountain to slay demons and monsters. I will not return to Qingcheng Sect for a few years." Ye Lu said.

Li Yuntian looked at Ye Lu. He was the most talented disciple of Qingcheng Sect over the years, and he was also a heavenly master.

Ye Lu is the future of Qingcheng Sect. Li Yuntian didn’t want him to join the battle between good and evil before.

"You are the pride of Qingcheng Sect. Your current strength has surpassed mine."

Li Yuntian paused for a moment and continued, "I won't restrict you anymore, just go ahead and do it."

Ye Lu has already broken through to the middle stage of the Spirit Building Realm and is already one of the peerless geniuses of this era.

"Master, I want to take one more person away." Ye Lu said.

Li Yuntian nodded slightly and said, "Okay. You must return safely. Master will be waiting for you in Qingcheng Sect."

He naturally knew who Ye Lu was referring to. The Qingcheng Sect had recently gained a new cultivator in the Spirit Building Realm.

Ye Lu knelt on the ground with his forehead touching the ground, and he kowtowed three times.

"We will definitely return safely."

Then, he slowly stood up, turned his back to Li Yuntian, and walked towards the distance.

Ye Lu came to Fatty Se's residence and he kicked the wooden door open.

Fatty Seto looked at Ye Lu and asked, "Why did you tear down the door of my house?"

Ye Lu ignored Fatty Lai's complaints and said, "I'm going down the mountain to slay demons and monsters. I won't be returning to Qingcheng Sect for a few years. Do you want to come with me?"

Fatty Lai stood up and said with a smile, "Brother, if you invite me, I will definitely go. Did Master agree?"

"Master agreed." Ye Lu said.

"Let's go," said Fatty Se.

Ye Lu and Fatty Se walked side by side, slowly descending the mountain.

Li Yuntian stared at their backs until their figures gradually became blurred and finally disappeared into the vast night.

A light breeze blew by, taking away the last breath, leaving only endless silence.

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Chiba Prefecture, Shirakutake County.

Duan Yandong opened the door and saw an old monk in a loose monk's robe standing at the door with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

"Master Qingyu, why are you here?" Duan Yandong asked.

Master Qingyu does not live in Baizhu County. He came here specially, so there must be something going on.

The old monk put his hands together and bowed gently.

"I am entrusted by someone to come and give you something."

The old monk took out a book of martial arts from his arms and handed it to Duan Yandong.

Duan Yandong took the technique, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Is this what my master gave me?"

The martial arts he practiced before was the Xuan Dan Jue, but he only practiced the first half of the Xuan Dan Jue and had not yet practiced the second half.

The real Xuan Dan Jue is still in Yutian Sect, and what Master Qingyu gave him was a copy of Xuan Dan Jue.

The old monk nodded slightly and said, "This manuscript can be used for cultivation twice."

Ordinary copies of martial arts techniques will disappear after being practiced once, but this copy is special and can be practiced twice.

Duan Yandong understood what his master meant. In troubled times, it was easier for monks to survive and they had a certain ability to protect themselves.

He wanted Duan Yandong and Wang Xichun to become monks.

Duan Yandong had originally practiced the Xuan Dan Jue, so naturally he could become a cultivator again.

Wang Xichun has a golden elixir in her body, and with her special bloodline, she can also become a cultivator.

Duan Yandong bowed to the old monk and said, "Thank you, Master Qingyu."

"Don't do that, benefactor. I'll leave first."

The old monk turned around and prepared to leave.

"Master, is he okay now?" Duan Yandong asked.

Master Qingyu paused for a moment and replied in a low voice: "He was seriously injured, and his Qi Sea was severely damaged. There is no way to heal him. I guess he has already fallen asleep."

Duan Yandong's master asked the old monk to give the Xuandan Jue to Duan Yandong in a few days.

The old monk naturally understood what this meant.

The old monk slowly left, and Duan Yandong stared blankly at the Xuandan in his hand.

Not long after, Wang Xichun came back from buying groceries and saw Duan Yandong standing at the door with tears in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wang Xichun asked hurriedly.

She had never seen Duan Yandong cry.

"Master, he passed away." Duan Yandong replied.

The Yutian Sect sent two elders down the mountain some time ago. One of them died at the hands of a demon cultivator, and the other returned seriously injured.

And the seriously injured elder was Duan Yandong's master.

Duan Yandong's master knew that there was no way to heal the injury, as his qi sea was severely injured.

He asked Master Qingyu to help deliver a copy of the Xuandan Jue to Duan Yandong.

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A wooden house in Donglingzhou.

The candle flame flickered twice, and the storyteller took out the Baiyun pen.

The soul imprint of the Baiyun Pen disappeared.

He only needs to inject a trace of his soul into the Baiyun Pen, and this second-grade magic weapon will be his.

But the storyteller did not show any joy. His eyes were slightly red and tears quietly slid down, wetting his cheeks.

The disappearance of the soul mark of the Baiyun Pen can only prove one thing.

"Master!"

The candle flickered again, the flame trembling slightly.

A cold wind blew, the candle flame shook violently, and then went out.

The darkness quickly swallowed up the last ray of light, and there was deathly silence all around.

The extinction of the candlelight is like the end of someone's life. All hope and warmth disappear in an instant, leaving only deep silence and unspeakable emptiness.

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Beiyuanzhou, Sword Sect.

Many disciples saw a magic sword flying towards Jianshan.

Some disciples recognized the spiritual sword with a pitch-black blade. They had seen that sword in Jianshan before. It was the sect master's natal spiritual sword.

Zhong Zhuanghai and Tian Jingyun came to Jianshan and their eyes fell on the Gentleman Sword.

The Gentleman Sword remained quietly in the air.

Most sword cultivators only have one spiritual sword, and Zhao Xuanyun is one of them.

Zhao Xuanyun and Qinglong went to Donglingzhou to slay the monster, and now only Gentleman Sword has returned.

The Gentleman Sword is the sword worn by all the successive patriarchs of the Sword Sect. It has extremely high spirituality. Even if its master dies, it will find a way to return to Jianshan.

Zhong Zhuanghai clenched his fists tightly. The sect leader was dead, dead on that snowy field.

The elders also came to Jianshan, and their eyes fell on the Gentleman Sword.

The sword spirit appeared next to the Gentleman Sword, and she sighed softly.

The sky gradually darkened, and the color of the sky changed from light blue to dark gray.

The heavy atmosphere fell silently like a thick curtain, pressing on everyone's heart, and the air was filled with an indescribable depression.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, picking up the fine dust on the ground, which swirled in the air, as if being moved by invisible fingers, and gradually drifted away into the silent night.