This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    It's more than inappropriate, it's too inappropriate.

    Pei Qianyue pulled his arms away, and he wanted to get up and leave the table with his arms around Fengci. Fengci quickly stopped him: "Don't stop, I won't tease you, business matters."

    He's not like the two irresponsible ones.

    Pei Qianyue did not answer, but his body relaxed, and he agreed.

    Fengci asked again, "City Lord Pei, what's the plan?"

    Pei Qianyue: "Wait."

    Now the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, so we can only wait for the other side to shoot first.

    Of course I know this, but…

    "But I don't have much time." Feng Ci said worriedly, "I blame you, why set the trial time to three days and shorten it to one day."

    "...If that thing doesn't appear until the end of the trial three days later, you can deal with it yourself."

    Pei Qianyue lowered his head slightly and asked him, "You only have three days?"

    Feng Ci sighed.

    In these three days, I still risked the loss of Lu Jingming's body in exchange for it.

    Pei Qianyue said: "Don't worry."

    Fengci looked up at him: "Huh?"

    Pei Qianyue did not explain, he raised his head and faced the more than 100 mirrors in front of him, his voice sounded softly in Feng Ci's brain: "It won't take that long."

    Fengci didn't know what exactly Pei Qianyue had planned, but since he knew in advance that there would be an accident in the Xianmeng assessment, he would definitely prepare in advance.

    This person sold the secret, and did not ask much about the wind words, and finally calmed down and watched the trial seriously.

    In order to facilitate viewing, the light mirror set in the secret realm will not only stay in one place, but will automatically track the tracker worn by each tester on the wrist in a certain area , synchronously transmits what happened in the secret.

    Feng Ci comfortably leaned against Pei Qianyue's arms to watch the trial, and commented from time to time.

    "The child in the light mirror on the fifty-ninth is not bad. He can single out the liger at a young age. Oh, this sword is beautiful!"

    "It's the third time I've found an opportunity in the sect of the No. 31 light mirror. Why is my luck not so good. Can't get out."

    "Ah, is there a fight over there?

    He was so excited that he almost slipped off Pei Qianyue's body, and was retrieved calmly: "The rules only say that fighting with others will not be scored regardless of the outcome, but it does not say that you can't. hurt people's lives."

    There is no rule that you can't, that's what you can do, and it's up to them to do it or not.

    In the light mirror, when the fighting was going on fiercely, all kinds of magic instruments continued to shine, and the figures could hardly be seen clearly.

    Moreover, the Nine Heavens faction actually had the upper hand.

    Feng Ci came to a point of interest, so she didn't care to talk to Pei Qianyue anymore, and continued to watch.

    The Nine Heavens Sect will prevail not because of how high their disciples are, but because of their superior numbers. After entering the secret realm, in order to find the treasures of monsters as soon as possible, various sects usually spread their disciples apart to expand the search area. Moreover, after dispersing the disciples, the entire army will not be wiped out due to danger.

     But Jiuxiao did not.

    Xu is because their sect is not prosperous, and after entering the secret realm, they chose to advance and retreat together.

    At this moment, all nine of them met the five disciples of another Immortal Sect, and the number was naturally dominant.

    It won't take a while to win or lose.

    In the light mirror, a disciple of Jiuxiao Sect held a sword in his hand, and was about to stab the other disciple with a sword.

     was stopped.

    "What are you doing?" The girl in the goose-yellow shirt picked up his sword, "We are victorious, shouldn't we hurry up to get the treasure, why hurt him?"

      Less, whoever loses."

    Sounds the same, but in practice is very different.

    The strength of the Jiuxiao faction can only be regarded as medium and low among the sects participating in the assessment. It is impossible to win by numbers and points. trial.

    Outside the secret, Feng Ci leaned against Pei Qianyue's ear and asked him, "Isn't this your plan?"

    Pei Qianyue asked: "What?"

    "Let these people kill each other in it, the half who survive joins the Immortal Alliance, and don't let that thing shoot." Feng Ci was half-joking, "It's the best of both worlds—"

    Pei Qianyue pinched Feng Ci's waist.

    "What nonsense?" Pei Qianyue said quietly, "If you don't want to take a good look, let's do something else."

    Feng Ci would not mind doing anything else with him, but not now.

    He stopped talking and continued to look at the mirror.

    "No." The girl still did not step back, "How does the master teach us on weekdays that sword training is to save the world and save people, how can we casually hurt people's lives in order to win?"

    "Junior sister, what time is this... Junior Brother Mu, don't you hurry to persuade her."

    The boy was suddenly named, and he was stunned for a while.

    He looked up at the woman in front of him, silent for a moment, and said, "We... let's tie them here, it's not a violation."

    "This is good!" The woman's eyes lit up, and she lowered her head to rummage through the spirit storage bag at her waist, "Let's do it like this, I remember I brought the immortal tie in..."

    Outside the secret, Feng Ci smiled gratified: "It seems that the cultivation world is not all people who will do anything to achieve their goals."

    Pei Qianyue made a low "um" and said, "But they may not be able to win like this."

    Sure enough, just as Pei Qianyue finished speaking, another batch of disciples suddenly appeared in the picture. It turned out that when the fight was just now, the other party took the opportunity to pass a letter to the same door.

    It was not easy for the disciples of the Jiuxiao faction to win.

    Wind Ci was silent for a moment, then looked back: "I'll look at something else, this looks really bad."

    But before long, another fight broke out. This time, the solution was not so peaceful. Everyone refused to give in. Although there were no casualties, there were more than ten people who lost the ability to continue the trial due to serious injuries.

    In the end, she could only resort to patrolling disciples and be teleported away from the secret realm.

    Failed early.

    The injured disciples were hurriedly carried away to heal their injuries, Feng Ci watched them leave and asked, "Aren't you sending someone to follow?"

    Don't even wait three days.

    Pei Qianyue shook his head: "No need."

    Feng Ci looked at his confident look and asked, "Do you think he won't start at Lingxiaomen?"

      .

    Now that the result has not come out, the other party should not be so early.

    But Pei Qianyue said they didn't need to wait until three days later.

    Feng Ci had a vague guess in her heart, and said nothing, and continued to watch the trial.

    In the next twelve hours, friction in the secret realm was not uncommon, and there were many casualties. Before the settlement of points, more than 20 sects have even withdrawn from the trial in advance.

    At noon the next day, the first of the gates of immortals gathered in Lingxiaomen Square, and Xuan Yangzi, the master of Lingxiaomen, read the results of the trial.

    “…the Xianmen sects ranked lower in the points above will be teleported away from the Lingxu Cave Heaven Array.”

    Half of the secret realm trials were eliminated every day, the most on the first day, and a total of more than 60 immortal gates were eliminated. Xuan Yangzi finished reading the results and opened the door to the secret realm.

    No one came out.

    The secret realm has been improved by the master of the Wanfa Pavilion. The disciples eliminated in the trial will be automatically sensed by the tracker on the wrist and sent to leave the secret realm. But Xuan Yangzi looked at the light mirror in front of him, the disciples who had been declared eliminated were still standing there, nothing happened.

    The square was silent, and after a while, the voice of discussion gradually sounded.

    Feng Ci has returned to the flesh, he stood in the crowd, staring at the light mirrors, and there was a bad premonition in the surrounding discussions.

    Click—

    A light mirror shattered.

    Even the heads of several immortal gates on the stage changed their faces.

    Wen Huaiyu asked, "Master Xuanyangzi, what's going on?"

    "This thing was left by Pavilion Master Yuchi, how would I know?" Xuan Yangzi frowned, "What about Pavilion Master Yuchi, is he still awake?"

    What he asked was the disciple next to the attendant, and the disciple replied, "Go back to the sect master, the disciple just went to see it, Pavilion Master Yuchi... he seems to be still sleeping."

    "What time is this?!"

    Xuan Yangzi shouted angrily, and another person stood up.

    Is the elder Jiyun of Lingxiaomen.

    Elder Jiyun's demeanor is elegant and gentle, and his words are not in a hurry: "Senior brother, don't worry, I'll take a look."

    But once I went, I haven't come back for a long time.

    The anxiety in the crowd became heavier and heavier, and after a while, there was another click.

    Another light mirror shattered.

    Feng Ci narrowed her eyes.

    This light mirror connects the inside and outside of the secret, the part outside the secret is under their noses, no one can move it, it can only be inside the secret.

    In the silence of Wan Lai, Pei Qianyue said softly, "Don't wait any longer."

    The disciples of Langfeng City answered in unison: "Yes!"

    Fengci straightened her clothes and walked forward.

    City Lord Langfeng did what he said and didn't make him wait too long.

    "Senior Brother Lin." Feng Ci came to the Langfeng City disciples and called.

    It was Lin Changan who led the team.

    Since the accident of the precept elders, Xie Wuhan, the chief disciple of the precept elders, believes that he has been deceived by his own master and is willing to take it on his behalf. He has been thinking behind closed doors for many months and does not hold any position in the sect.

    In the past few months, the responsibility of leading the disciples has fallen to Lin Changan.

    Lin Changan did not expect to meet Fengci here, and said in surprise, "Junior Brother Lu, is your injury healed?"

    Lin Changan knew about Feng Ci's serious injury at Fold Sword Villa. In the past few months, Feng Ci has retreated in the Valley of Witch Doctors, and Pei Qianyue's external statement is that Lu Jingming was sent away from his teacher's door to recuperate due to serious injuries.

    Feng Ci was about to answer when suddenly someone in the team called him: "Lu Jingming?!"

    The voice sounded familiar, Feng Ci looked over and recognized it: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Cheng."

    The person in front of him is the outer disciple who was saddened, Cheng Bo. However, the young man has now changed into the clothes of the inner disciple, and he still has the sword Fengci gave him around his waist.

    "You have entered the inner door." Feng Ci said.

    Cheng Bo seemed to have something to say to him, but in the end he couldn't speak, and only answered vaguely.

    Lin Changan said: "I heard Junior Brother Xiao say that you are seriously injured, we are all worried, and now we see that you are all right—"

    "How long will it take?" Pei Qianyue's voice came from the high platform.

    Lin Changan hurriedly became serious and responded loudly: "Report to the city lord, Langfeng City disciples have completed their formation, a total of seventeen, no, a total of eighteen, you can leave at any time!"

    Feng Ci looked up, and Pei Qianyue just lowered his head slightly, as if he was looking at him from a distance.

    A faint smile appeared on Pei Qianyue's lips, but he calmed down and said, "Let's go."

    Feng Ci followed the disciples of Langfeng City to the high platform.

    Everyone was about to enter the secret realm, but another person stopped in front of them.

      together."

    The wind raised her eyebrows.

    In the months since he returned to this world, Ling Xiaomen has never really settled down. Whether it was the original Xianmeng rebellion or the subsequent Xianmeng assessment, Lingxiaomen was almost blatantly active. And now, Feng Ci found out that his body was actually hidden in Lingxiao's gated area.

    He didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

    He was really curious what role Ling Xiaomen played in this.

    Pei Qianyue didn't answer, just at this moment, there was another click.

    The third mirror is also broken.

    Can't wait any longer.

      "

    As soon as the disciples of the two factions entered the secret realm, they immediately rushed to the place where the light mirror was broken.

    The location of the three light mirrors is extremely close, in an ancient desert city. The abandoned ancient city is filled with yellow sand, and broken walls can be seen everywhere.

    There is a broken mirror at the gate of the city.

    This light mirror is placed in the secret area, and it is naturally protected by magic. Not to mention the little disciples who came to try, even the monsters in the secret realm, it is difficult to easily destroy this thing.

    Pei Qianyue asked: "Is there anyone in this city?"

    "Back to City Lord Pei, yes." The one who answered him was a disciple of Lingxiaomen. Those disciples who did not enter the secret realm to patrol, they have not been idle these few days. The six disciples take turns to divide the work, and record the situation in each light mirror in detail from the outside.

    The disciple said: "According to the records before the light mirror shattered, a total of five immortal disciples appeared in this ancient city, and all of them have been eliminated. I just don't know now..."

    Pei Qianyue instructed: "Search separately."

    The disciples replied: "Yes."

    Feng Ci followed the disciples of Langfeng City to search the city. When they turned around, they saw Pei Qianyue and Xuan Yangzi standing on a very high roof. Pei Qianyue's black robe seemed to be plated with a layer of silver under the moon, his hair was lifted by the wind, and his figure was tall and thin.

    It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

    "Lu Jingming." Someone called him from behind.

    Fengci gave a "hey", and quickly retracted her gaze, making a sincere look: "I'm looking for Senior Brother Cheng, I'm really not lazy."

    Cheng Bo's expression became cramped again after hearing what he said.

    Feng Ci saw that he was hesitant to speak, and asked: "Senior Brother Cheng, has something to say to me?"

    "I..." Cheng Bo subconsciously held the matching sword around his waist, looked around, lowered his voice, "Who are you?"

    Feng Ci smiled: "What is Senior Brother Cheng saying, why can't I understand?"

    "The sword you gave me..." Cheng Bo paused, "After I used it, my cultivation suddenly improved by leaps and bounds."

    Feng Ci said calmly: "That's the credit of Brother Cheng's hard work."

    "Don't lie to me." Cheng Bo said, "This sword was given to you by Senior Brother Lin. I asked Senior Brother Lin about it, and he said..."

    Lin Changan had taken the other disciples to another street, and now there are only the two of them left on this street.

    Feng Ci asked: "What did Brother Lin say?"

    Cheng Bo clenched the matching sword in his hand and said: "He said, there is an extremely powerful sword intent on this matching sword. It is that sword intent that makes me improve my cultivation. This sword..."

    He looked up at Xiang Fengci and said solemnly, "This sword is only used by you."

     Fengci was silent.

    After a while, he suddenly smiled: "That's wrong."

    Cheng Bo was startled.

    Wind Ci: "It's not my sword intent that makes you improve your cultivation, but your chance."

    If it were someone who had no chance, this sword was just an ordinary weapon for him, and it would not be a good climate.

    Feng Ci patted Cheng Bo on the shoulder: "This is a good thing, Brother Cheng."

    Cheng Bo grabbed his wrist, thought of something, and let go angrily: "So you admit that this sword intent was left by you?"

    Wind Cishou: "I don't admit it's useful?"

    "Then what are you..." Cheng Bo asked, "Who are you?"

     Fengci did not answer, but instead asked: "Who do you think I am?"

    Cheng Bo stopped talking.

    Wind Ci is not sure if these juniors can recognize him through the little sword intent left on the sword, but he doesn't care much.

    "Let's go, hurry up and search this piece." Feng Ci waved his hand, "After a while, City Lord Pei found out that we were being lazy and we will be punished."

    "Lu Jingming." Cheng Bo stopped him from behind.

    Wind Ci just finds it funny.

    Now these kids don't speak candidly at all.

    Feng Ci smiled and was about to say something, but heard an exclamation from a distance: "Senior Brother Lin! How are you, Brother Lin!"

    The expression of the two changed, and they quickly ran in that direction.

    In the stall where the two were talking, Lin Changan and the other disciples of Langfeng City searched two streets away. On the dilapidated street, two disciples supported Lin Changan to retreat to the wall. The latter was pierced by a sharp blade in his waist and abdomen, and the blood stained a large area of ​​the disciple's clothes.

    The other disciples stood in front of him, and the swords in their hands were unsheathed, pointing directly at the disciples of Lingxiaomen in front of him.

    "Senior Brother Lin!"

    Cheng Bo was about to step forward, but was pulled by the wind: "Wait."

    Hearing what he said, the disciple of Lingxiaomen turned around and was a little surprised: "Ah, someone in Langfeng City actually recognizes this breath formation?"

    No answer.

    His eyes moved to the whisk that the disciple was holding, and the silver threads on the whisk had been dyed red with blood.

    "It was he who hurt Senior Brother Lin!" A disciple of Langfeng City shouted loudly, "Fight with them!"

    Everyone waved their swords and stepped forward, only to hear the disciple of Lingxiao Sect softly say: "Take it."

    At the feet of the disciples of Langfeng City, a golden circle suddenly unfolded, imprisoning everyone in it. A sword edge hit the light wall of the magic circle, but it was bounced back by a force.

    The edge of the golden circle is right at Cheng Bo's feet.

    If the rhetoric didn't hold him back, he would have been trapped in it now.

    "I missed two, it's a pity." Shi Zhen, the disciple of Lingxiaomen, looked back at Feng Ci and Cheng Bo, shook his head and sighed, "That's it..."

    He raised his hand, and a magic circle appeared under his feet.

    Under the dazzling golden light, the figures of everyone gradually faded and disappeared.

    Leave only the unspoken voice of the disciple.

    "If you two want to watch the fun, you are welcome to come to the central market of Jiangbei Ancient City, but hurry up..."

    "What the **** is going on?" Cheng Bo asked, "Lingxiaomen and the others...is this a trap?"

    The tone of Fengci was still very calm: "Obviously."

    In this way, there may not be people in this ancient city, and destroying the light mirror is just a bait to lead them into the secret realm, and to prevent people outside the secret from knowing what happened inside.

    Cheng Bo asked again: "What should we do now?"

    "What else can I do?" Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the wind and sand on the horizon had stopped at some point, and the entire ancient city in the Western Regions was deadly silent.

    Wind Ci said leisurely: "Go and see the excitement."

    In the center of the ancient city is an open space, and in the center of the space stands a tall sculpture, which can no longer be seen from the wear and tear of the wind and sand.

    Around the open space, the remnants of some shops can be vaguely seen.

    When Feng Ci and Cheng Bo arrived, all the people who had just entered the ancient city were already there.

    The disciples of Langfeng City were trapped in the golden circle, while the disciples of Lingxiaomen stood on one side and looked ahead.

    Directly in front of everyone, Xuan Yangzi looked up at the statue eroded by the wind and sand, and was sweeping away the dust under the statue with the whisk in his hand.

    Pei Qianyue was standing behind him at the moment, looking at everything as usual.

    After confirming that the person was not injured, Feng Ci was relieved and his pace slowed down. When the disciples of Lingxiaomen noticed their arrival, they stepped forward one after another, the dust whisk in their hands lit up, and surrounded them.

    "Don't worry." Xuan Yangzi said calmly, "There are only two of them, can they still upset the sky? Retire."

    The disciples obeyed the orders and stepped down.

    Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him, feeling helpless and funny.

    At least it can be proved that Xuan Yangzi must not know his identity.

    Front, Xuan Yangzi said softly: "Does City Lord Pei know why I chose this place?"

    Pei Qianyue did not answer.

    But he didn't really plan to wait for Pei Qianyue's answer, and continued to think to himself: "This Lingxu Cave has eighteen different landforms, all of which are based on reality, and here, It is called Jiangbei Ancient City."

    "The ancient city of northern Xinjiang used to be one of the richest cities in this land thousands of years ago." Xuan Yangzi said leisurely, "Unfortunately, no matter how rich a land is, it cannot withstand natural and man-made disasters. About a thousand years ago, there was a fire here, and then there was a severe drought for several years."

    "The people of the ancient city in northern Xinjiang believed in gods. They prayed to the sky every day, and hoped that the heaven would bring grace and save the people from water and fire. Unfortunately...their gods did not show mercy to them."

    "In the end, the people will walk and die, and within a hundred years, this place will become a dead city."

    Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.

    "Don't you think this is very similar to Lingxiaomen?" Xuan Yangzi looked back at him, "This old man chooses this place to keep himself alert and never rely on others."

    "...you have to avenge your own revenge."

    Pei Qianyue finally spoke, with a low voice: "I don't remember any grudge against you."

    "You—" Xuan Yangzi's eyes sank, he remembered something, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Yes, City Lord Pei has forgotten a lot, and he must not remember. This old man can help Pei. The mayor recalls it."

    He clapped his palms, and a strange sound suddenly sounded in the shops around this open space.

    With a bang, the earth wall beside Feng Ci was pushed down, and a young man came out.

    The man's movements were stiff, and the bones made a clicking sound when walking. He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his neck was hastily stitched with extremely thick red threads.

    Wind Ci was caught off guard at close range, and when his scalp exploded, he recognized who this person was.

    It was the eldest disciple who Xuan Yangzi personally executed in Langfeng City after the Xianmeng rebellion.

    Several earthen walls were pushed open one after another, and several people came out.

    Twenty-one in total.

    All were disciples who were executed by Xuan Yangzi.

    Fengci felt her scalp numb and a chill in her heart.

    Xuan Yangzi turned all of these twenty-one disciples into living corpses.

    Pei Qianyue gave an "oh", his voice still calm: "But these people were not killed by this seat, but you. If they want revenge, they should also seek you."

    "Pei, Qian, Yue!" Xuan Yangzi shouted angrily and laughed, "You don't need to delay time here, the light mirrors in this ancient city have been destroyed by the old man. No one outside the secret realm knows what happened here."

    "In the end, many people will die in this secret realm today. It doesn't hurt to have one more Pei Qianyue and a dozen disciples of Langfeng City."

    Wind Ci's eyes sank.

    Xuan Yangzi knew that a lot of people would die in this secret realm. So, his physical body had already entered the secret realm, and most of it was Xuan Yangzi to assist.

    Why...

    Since Xuan Yangzi cooperated with his physical body, why does he seem to know nothing about Feng Ci's current identity?

    Feng Ci vaguely realized something, but at this moment, the living corpse beside him suddenly became restless.

    He turned his head to look and understood immediately. Lin Changan was injured by the sneak attack just now. He lost too much blood. The blood seeped out of the magic circle, and the smell of blood permeated the entire market unknowingly.

    Those living corpses smelled blood, and some couldn't hold back.

    "It seems that my good disciple can't wait to avenge himself."

      At the same time, a huge magic circle appeared over the ancient city.

    The golden light descended, the others were unaffected, only Pei Qianyue froze.

    Feng Ci looked up, this formation was very familiar.

    …It’s the prison demon rune again.

    However, this prison demon rune formation is much stronger than the formation created by the elder Chengchao on Linxiantai, not only covering the entire northern ancient city of Xinjiang, but also extremely powerful, unlike Xuanyang It can be made by one person.

      , it's your turn."

    "Well, I'm not in a hurry."

    Under the action of the Prisoner Demon Rune Formation, the blood on Pei Qianyue's face quickly faded. But he didn't look flustered at all, and even a little calm: "However, some people may be more anxious than me."

    Xuan Yangzi's face changed: "Who?"

    When he finished speaking, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

    The boy who had been standing at the back of the crowd did not know when he came behind him in full view. Feng Ci pressed Xuan Yangzi's shoulder, and Yunyou raised his eyes, his eyes were cold.

    "Me."