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A group of ten or so people from Qingyun Sect walked in the Dead Marsh for a few days, and met disciples sent by Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley.

Tianyin Temple is still headed by Faxiang and Fashan, and among the disciples of Fenxianggu, there are also Li Xun and Yanhong, but after meeting, their relationship with each other is not quite the same.

The Qingyun sect disciples headed by Song Xing lived in harmony with everyone in Tianyin Temple, talking and laughing, but Fenxianggu and his party were somewhat distant from these two sects, and seemed to have deliberately kept a distance.

That night everyone stayed near the bottomless pit.

After lighting a bonfire and instructing his junior brothers and sisters not to move around at will, Song Xing invited Li Xun, the Dharma Minister of Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, to one side and discussed quietly.

At this moment, Li Xun frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain deep in his eyes, but he still maintained a kind look on his face, and whispered: "Senior Brother Song, are you worrying too much?"

Song Xing smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Li, if you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am all ears."

Seeing that both Song Xing and Fa Xiang were looking at him, Li Xun paused for a moment, and then said: "I thought that since our three sects entered Zeze, we have been invincible, and the disciples sent by Changsheng Hall have been defeated by us again and again. And since After the battle at Qingyun Mountain, all the masters of Changsheng Hall were dead and injured. Except for one Yuyangzi who was still struggling to support the overall situation, the rest were not a concern at all. But Senior Brother Song said that there are dangers tonight, is it too much? "

Song Xing pondered for a moment and said: "In the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall, the sect leader Yuyangzi is extremely high. We cannot underestimate him. In addition, since the Changsheng Hall emerged as one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, there have been 800 members." Over the years, the so-called centipede insects remain dead but not stiff, and they are determined to get this rare treasure in the dead lake, so it is inevitable that they will jump over the wall in a hurry, so we'd better be careful!"

If he were alone, he would naturally not be afraid of any means of the Demon Sect, but with the junior brothers and sisters of the Qingyun Sect, it was naturally better to be cautious.

Although the Changsheng Hall is not what it used to be, it is still one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, and Yuyangzi is the top master of the Demon Sect. If they shamelessly carry out secret attacks, these young disciples of the righteous path in the bottomless pit will not be able to survive. Apart from him, there may not be anyone who can resist it.

Although Li Xun was a bit proud, being able to become the most outstanding disciple in Fanxiang Valley was not without any resourcefulness. After hearing Song Xing's analysis, although he didn't agree with it, he still didn't raise any objections.

So the three of them discussed again, made some arrangements, extinguished the bonfire, and waited quietly.

The night in the Death Swamp seems to be shrouded in black clouds, perhaps because of the fog that rises in this huge swamp every night.

The night sky was covered in gray patches, not to mention the moon, not even half a star.

Near the bottomless pit, where the young disciples of the righteous way slept overnight, everything was quiet except for a few embers of the campfire that were struggling to burn.

Looking vaguely in the darkness, those disciples of the righteous way were curled up in their clothes and quilts, covering their whole bodies tightly. After all, young people did not practice enough to withstand the bone-chilling night cold in the dead marsh.

The disciples of Changshengtang silently surrounded the group of people from all directions, quietly waiting for Yuyangzi's order in the dark.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall, was dressed in white and stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind in the swamp blew by, causing his clothes to flutter slightly. He looked extraordinary, like an immortal.

After the battle at Qingyun Sect, he suddenly fell into the scheme of the other three factions of the Ghost King Sect, causing all the masters in the sect to be damaged.

In recent years, the power of the three major sects of the Demon Cult has continued to grow. Yuyangzi was so worried about this that he could hardly sleep at night.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and right next to Changsheng Hall, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the death swamp.

Yuyangzi was full of surprises. If he could really get a rare treasure like Qingyunmen's "Zhuxian Ancient Sword", first of all, Changshengtang would have no problem protecting itself, and then Xutu would develop, and it might not be impossible to turn around in the future.

Under such circumstances, Changshengtang regards the rare treasures in the Dead Marsh as belongings in its pocket, and will never allow others to touch them.But no one knew who leaked the news, and within a few days, the news spread across the world. Immediately, the world looked sideways, and masters of good and evil gathered in the Dead Marsh.

Yuyangzi was shocked and angry, but at this moment, he could no longer retreat, so he mobilized all the strength of the Changsheng Hall and deployed it in the dead lake. On the one hand, he tried his best to find the whereabouts of the rare treasure, and on the other hand, he was responsible for sniping the invading foreign enemies.

For the survival of his sect, Yuyangzi is already desperate!
That night, Yuyangzi received a secret report from his disciples that a group of righteous people were stationed near the "Bottomless Pit" outside the dead lake ahead.

As Song Xing and others expected, Yu Yangzi led his men desperately to the bottomless pit, hoping to kill all the disciples of the righteous path first and seize the opportunity.

Seeing the true form of the righteous disciple, Yu Yangzi no longer hesitated. He turned his right hand and a strange black and white mirror appeared in his hand. Then it flew into the air and flashed a dazzling light in the night.

All the disciples of Changshengtang shouted at the same time, and it spread far away in the night, swarming up, with boundless killing intent!
But before they could make any move, several lights lit up again in the darkness!

Crisp and sharp sound, sonorous dragon roar.

Like a sharp sword piercing the sky, it suddenly appeared in the deepest part of the darkness and rushed towards the disciples of Changsheng Hall.

Screams rang out, rain of blood sprayed, and in an instant, a large number of the disciples of Changsheng Hall fell down!

In a flash of lightning, the righteous people who had been prepared appeared one after another, each took their magic weapon and went straight to kill him.

Killing those who are intentional and unintentional naturally takes a huge advantage, and the righteous disciples here are all outstanding successors of various sects. Their spiritual practice may not be as good as that of people like Yu Yangzi, but they can deal with ordinary disciples. It's far better than that.

This moment is like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. The righteous and demons have always hated each other, and they will definitely not show mercy when they attack. I saw all kinds of lights flashing randomly in the night, screaming and screaming, and the bloody aura suddenly rose, floating in this place. In the swamp.

Although there are many elites in Changsheng Hall, in this encounter, both good and evil disciples came out in full force. The two disciples, good and evil, fought in darkness on this plain, killing corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Even the surrounding trees and grass blades were soaked in blood, a sad sight.

Regardless of whether they are in the righteous way or in the devil's sect, they all try their best without reservation.

Yuyangzi raised up his power, with one hand and one arm. The Yin-Yang Mirror magic weapon in his hand was unpredictable, black and white, mysterious light bursts, and no one of the righteous disciples could stop it.

It wasn't until Song Xing took action that he stopped him!

"It's you!" When he saw Song Xing's face clearly, Yuyangzi's heart sank, and he recognized the Qingyun sect disciple who killed the Poison God.

Ten years have passed, and his Taoism has long since reached its peak. And Song Xing, who was able to single-handedly kill the Poison God ten years ago, where will his cultivation be now?
Before he had time to think too much, the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand emitted a blazing light and struck it towards Song Xing, shouting: "Everyone from the sects should retreat first, I will stop the rear!"

In the void, Song Xing's figure flashed fiercely, and a sword energy hit Yu Yangzi in the back, causing blood to bleed from his mouth and nose, causing him to stumble and fall, in a miserable state.

Yuyangzi screamed sharply, the Yin-Yang Mirror flipped and flew, and the black and white mysterious light blocked several deadly sword energy from Song Xing.

Then Yuyangzi sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly glowed brightly. It was forced to hold the sword formation above its head, and the body spurting out blood quickly disappeared into the darkness and ran for its life.