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Master Qingzhu looked up at the woman in white robe in front of her, but she didn't expect that she was really confident that she could find the heart of the mountain disaster formation.

Mingshantong was sent by her junior brother's biological mother to protect her, so Master Qingzhu has a kind of trust in her "love the house and the womb".

The woman's intuition is very accurate. She can feel the guilt and love of the concubine for Xia Ji, so... she believes that Mingshan Tong, who was entrusted by the concubine, was a heavy responsibility.

But...

Although the twenty disciples who accompanied them were still holding on, their bodies and wills were almost at their limit.

The young and beautiful master's figure stopped a little, and his lowered eyes had already made up their minds. She suddenly looked up at Mingshantong.

The latter understood, and the two approached the same place...

In the eyes of the disciples, these two people were just saying something briefly.

After a moment...

In the dark and humid valley.

Mingshan Tong led the way with a sword in his arms, and a group of Taoist priests followed her.

The torch could not be lit, the moonlight was blocked, and the darkness and fog made everyone recognize the figures around them in front of them.

Along the way, everyone no longer dared to use the Qi-seeking technique.

Because as soon as you use this magic to explore monsters, you will see the black demonic energy flowing into a lake and flooding it.

They were walking completely in the demonic energy.

They are full of monsters from all directions.

The monsters are quietly peeking at them.

Even a tree or a flower seems to look gloomy and weird.

This is an instant entry into the monster's base camp.

The disciples knew that there were not many "three disasters", but... they already understood that this was a crazy sacrifice belonging to the fairy.

Bang.

The boots sounded lightly.

Mingshan boy suddenly stopped.

Everyone who was accompanying blindly and aimlessly stopped.

Mingshan Tong followed the discussion with the master just now and said: "A little road is going forward. After passing through this little road, you can reach the core area of ​​the mountain disaster, but the more popular it is, the easier it is to alarm the enemy."

After she finished speaking, many Wudang disciples were stunned, but then they all looked determined.

If we kill demons and eliminate demons, how can we avoid them because of good fortune and misfortune?

Perhaps they each have their own personalities, but if they encounter evil spirits, they are afraid of retreating because of danger.

People have faith.

Different beliefs make different people.

For these Taoist priests, perhaps their strength is not enough to match the "mountain disaster" at this time, but their hearts are the same.

"The path is willing to walk with you."

“The path is also…”

"Please give instructions to the head."

Many Taoist priests gritted their teeth and held the sword tightly. Even though they were under great pressure in their bodies and spirit, they could still make choices that did not go against their beliefs. They should take the initiative. Why do you need to be slutty and do those petty things?

Master Qingzhu raised his hand and signaled them not to speak, and then asked, "Shan Tong, what do you think?"

Mingshantong said: "Actually, this is a crossroads, and I'm not sure which road will lead to the core of the mountain disaster. Shantong suggested that the troops be divided into three routes, and I will walk the middle road with you, and the other disciples are divided into two teams, each on the left and right sides.

In this way, if anyone reaches the core area of ​​the mountain disaster, he can signal fireworks to send messages.

Time is tight, and the core area is discovered earlier, and there may be a chance to reverse it."

Master Qingzhu said: "Zhang Junling, the ten people on your side are heading to the left."

Zhang Junling is a sword cultivator and the second senior brother among the nine generations of disciples. He was stunned for a moment and then said, "Yes, the head teacher."

Master Qingzhu said again: "Liu Ruyi, the ten people on your side are heading to the right."

Liu Ruyi is a sword cultivator among the nine generations of disciples. She is used to being alone in daily life, but her strength cannot be underestimated. She has her own unique insights into the art of controlling swords and qi.

At this moment, when she heard the commander's order, she also replied: "Yes."

Three groups of people stood at three forks.

This trip may be a farewell forever.

Master Qingzhu suddenly said, "If you go out, hurry back to Fengming Mountain City, and you don't have to return to this Shenyin Mountain again... I inform the outside world about this and also tell Senior Brother Xuanzi."

Yes.

The experiences along the way can provide a certain amount of experience for those who come later, so that they can make analysis and prepare for the future.

The Taoist priests on both sides were silent and responded in unison: "Yes, Master!"

They are already determined to die.

At the dark crossroads, the team re-planned and set off again.

"Master, please be careful!"

"The head teacher..."

The Taoist priests and nuns on both sides suddenly stopped and spoke one after another.

Master Qingzhu took only two steps, and when he heard the voices of the disciples, his heart felt inexplicably warm, and then he said in a gentle voice: "Go back alive."

She felt this gentleness from Xia Ji and from the concubine, so... she also felt this kind of gentleness from the way she spoke, so she also felt that she was also in love with this kind of attitude of speaking.

When she treats the world gently, she will feel a sense of belonging.

Pick, snap.

Pick, snap, snap!!

Hail broke through the darkness and hit the quiet black mountains and fields.

Mingshan Tong stretched out a hood that could wrap two people as he wished, blocking the hail.

"Actually, you don't have to worry."

"As I said, the monsters here dare not kill Wudang disciples."

"I was really surprised when I discovered this... but I'll understand after thinking about it."

"That immortal, one man and one sword, has suppressed the demons after taking two moves."

"The demon race also knows what humans know."

"So...that twenty disciples will walk out of Chenyin Mountain safely and safely, and even the monsters will deliberately let them go."

"Because...even a monster is afraid of the Supreme Immortal in Wudang."

Mingshan Tong used a sword as a crook, and talked happily while walking.

Master Qingzhu continued her words:

"But we are different, because...we are almost crossing the line."

"Before crossing the line, the monsters will try every means to trap me... and prevent me from moving forward."

"But after crossing the line, they will take action."

"Shan Tong...I'm sorry to drag you together."

Mingshan Tong smiled and said casually: "The best cooperation among Taoists is the sword cultivator to match the talisman. This time... let me be your sword cultivator."

She took a casual look at the beautiful woman wearing a platinum robe.

The head of Wudang is really calm and can make correct judgments now.

Yes.

From the beginning, this young Wudang sect didn't expect the twenty disciples to take risks with her.

That's why there is a "plot" of dividing the path.

The disciples are not afraid of death.

The Wudang master also knew them very well, so he arranged for them a path of almost no danger in life.

However, she herself has already embarked on the most dangerous road.

Such a leader is completely different from the Emperor Tianque.

A path to goat intestine.

Winding mountains.
To be continued...