Just as Bai Yunting looked stunned, a crooked escape light flew into Ziyun Pavilion.

It was Mr. Bai Shou who was hit under the cliff.

At this time, Mr. Bai Shou was covered in hair and covered in blood, and was obviously very injured.

Mr. Bai Shou came behind Bai Yunting, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and said with tears in his eyes: "Yunting, it's all my fault! I... I have given the Tiangang Array Plate to Bai Cong's child. Now Bai Cong has gone down the mountain, and I don't know where he has gone..."

Bai Yunting was completely shocked when she heard this.

"Mr. Shou, the formation base of the formation is still in Baibao. What's the use of just sending the array plate out?" Bai Yunting asked with a confused look on her face.

"Uh... I think the array plate of the mountain protection array is worth a lot of spirit stones. Bai Cong will be a casual cultivator in the future. If the spirit stones in his hand are limited, he can also be taken to other markets to be a... "Bai Shougong explained.

"I...I understand." Bai Yunting closed her eyes and sighed and showed a decadent look on her face.

"Yunting... I really didn't expect you to be alive. All the treasures in the clan were dispersed by me. Now the only thing left in the White Fort is probably the only spiritual herbs left in the Spirit Grass Garden that have not yet been available for picking. Otherwise, you can pick some old spiritual herbs and leave early and find another way out." Bai Shougong persuaded.

"Stop talking, Yu'er has not come back, I will never leave." Bai Yunting shook her head and said.

...

White Fort.

Lingcao Garden.

Under a huge blood amber tree.

A brown-haired wild boar was eating Ganoderma lucidum under the tree without any scruples.

The edges of Ganoderma lucidum are black and the middle is red. It must be planted under the shade of the Blood Amber tree to survive, so it is called Blood Amber Ganoderma lucidum.

三十年份的血珀灵芝可以用来炼制血珀纯华丹,五十年份的血珀灵芝可以用来炼制血珀神台丹,珍贵无比.

No more than seven blood ganoderma lucidum plants are picked every year for fifty years.

Now, a brown-haired wild boar is biting one by one like eating mushrooms.

More than a dozen foreign disciples who were guarding Lingcao Garden hid in the distance, with incredible words written on their faces.

When did the White Fort allow monsters to run rampant?

Why haven’t the monks from the Law Enforcement Hall come to stop them?

Why has the Ziyun Tiangang Formation not been opened yet?

Why are all the children of the Bai family missing?

Just when the disciples of other surnames were in panic.

Two rays of light flew to the Lingcao Garden.

"It's Uncle Yunting!"

"Master Shou Gong!"

More than ten disciples of Lingcao Garden came together as if they had found their backbone.

At this time, Bai Yunting and Bai Shougong had already tidied up their appearances, and they did not seem to be injured on the surface.

"Everyone go back. This wild boar demon is a white castle spirit beast and will not hurt anyone." Mr. Bai Shou said in a plain tone.

"But Mr. Shou, this wild boar demon is destroying the precious spiritual herb! This is bloody Ganoderma lucidum!" Zhao Yong looked heartbroken, and his tears fell.

Although these bloody ganoderma lucidum are the wealth of the White Castle, they are also the hard work of their spiritual plant monks. How could they be so ruined?

If it weren't for his and others' cultivation and their combat power were too weak, Zhao Yong's people would rush up to drive away the wild boars.

"Brother Yong... Forget it, let's just record the losses." A woman in green said with a flash of eyes.

"Yun Ling... what else can I remember about this? It's over, it's over!" Zhao Yong cried bitterly, feeling sad.

A hint of joy flashed in Sun Yunling's eyes.

Fortunately, this rough wild boar has arrived.

The inexplicable loss of ginseng, vermilion fruit, and edelixir can all be considered as the head of this terrifying wild boar, and it can also be considered as saving the life of Senior Brother Zhao Yong.

"Take him down." Mr. Bai Shou ordered lightly.

"Yes, Master Shou." The disciples said one after another.

"Wait!" Bai Yunting called out to the group of foreign disciples from Lingcao Garden.

"You go and call everyone from Baibao to Zixia Dojo. I have something important to announce." Bai Yunting said.

"Okay, Uncle Yunting." More than a dozen Lingcao Garden disciples clasped their fists and left one after another.

"You really want to tell them? What's the use of saying it?" Mr. Bai Shou asked in confusion.

"They have the right to know, and it is up to them to decide whether they will stay or not." Bai Yunting said with a serious expression.

"Okay." Mr. Bai Shou left helplessly by controlling the escape light.

Bai Yunting came to Zhu Zishan without showing any hostility.

Crack, Crack, Crack...

The brown-haired wild boar chewed the bloody Ganoderma lucidum in big mouthfuls, and did not intend to pay attention to Bai Yunting.

"Oh..." Bai Yunting sighed.

She took out a blue jade flute from the storage bag.

The melodious sound of the flute is melodious and moving, and the sound of the flute is sad, as if confides in a sad life.

Under the sunset, in the purple clouds.

The beauty pulls the flute, and the beast eats.

One song tells the heart, and one song tells the grudges and revenges.

I don't know how long it took...

The wild boar ended his feeding, and he looked at Bai Yunting indifferently without saying a word.

Bai Yunting also finished her blowing and said lightly: "You go."

Singing and dancing at the twelve doors of the building, the song ends and the moon scatters at dusk.

A jade flute is cold in the west wind, blowing down plum blossoms and spring in the garden.

This is the sound of a flute that sends off guests, and it is also the sound of a favour.

Bai Yunting and Zhu Zishan, the grudges and hatred of each person and a beast, finally turned into three words.

"You go."

...

Top of Ziyun Mountain.

Zixia Taoist temple.

Many of the more than 300 disciples from other surnames were mortals gathered here.

Most of them came to Zixia Taoist temple for the first time, and many even came to Ziyun Mountain for the first time through the Rock Sheep Trail.

At this time, it was already dark.

All the braziers in Ziyun Dojo were lit.

"Have everyone arrived?" Bai Yunting asked.

"Uncle Yunting, they are all here." Wei Jiyuan reported.

"Fellow Taoists, I think everyone must think it's very strange. Where did the Bai family go?"

"They all ran away."

"The Bai family in Ziyun Mountain, besides me, Mr. Shou has my silly sister. Everyone else will either die or escape... The Bai family in Ziyun Mountain has been destroyed. From now on, there will be no Bai Fort in Ziyun Mountain." Bai Yunting said in a plain tone that she could not predict.

"In the Yongzhou Immortal Cultivation World, our Ziyun Mountain Bai family is just a small family of immortal cultivation. Its strength is not strong. My brother Bai Yuan has good opportunities. His cultivation has made rapid progress in a very short period of time. He has opponents at the same level. He has strong strength and naturally his ambitions are expanding..."

"Our Bai family members were also blinded by greed, and they tried to swallow the elephant with a snake and try to seize the Lingjia Castle in Tianchi Mountain. They wanted to replace it, but they did not expect that there was a heaven outside the sky and there were people outside the sky, and they eventually failed."

"Now that the Baiyuan clan leader died in battle, the pillar of the sky-raising tower in the White Fort in Ziyun Mountain has collapsed. Even if the Bai family is bigger, there are only two cultivators, Shou Gong and I."

"Mr. Shou and I have already put life and death in the distance. We will never leave Baibao. If the Ling family comes to settle the matter, we will kill each other and we will never complain."

"Although you are not a monk named Bai, the grudges of Baibao have nothing to do with you, but if you are afraid of being implicated and want to leave, I will never stop you."
Chapter completed!