Journey to the head

Chapter 231 The Blue Tide Absolute Sound
Gu Nichang's eyes instantly became hollow.

How are you today?

Since coming to Yunshan Sect and Bichao Mountain, it has been a completely different life than in the Danxia Sect.Over the past three years, various memories surged like a tide, especially a few fragments buried deep in her heart, which made her feel confused for a moment.

It’s too much, it’s too confusing, don’t think about it!

A voice shouted in her heart, and Gu Nichang gasped for air and turned her head away as if she was coming back from drowning.

"I...I don't know..."

Lu Qian sighed softly and put on a relaxed tone: "It's okay, just forget it if you don't know. I won't ask your master Akabane for help. You still have seven years, so it's okay to think about it slowly."

Hearing these words, Gu Nichang instantly felt relieved.

At this moment, there are two inner disciples in the mountains far away from Bichao Mountain, monitoring the situation of Bichao Mountain from a distance.

If Master Mo Yun comes, he will most likely visit Bichao Mountain first.If Lu Gan didn't leave with a sense of luck, he could directly hold him hostage and break the situation immediately.

However, Jin Dan Zhenren is perfect and can naturally restrain the light of his spiritual power. Except for deliberate demonstrations, the escape light of the magic weapon can be almost completely restrained.

Therefore, even though two disciples were arranged to send an early warning, as long as Mo Yun moved quickly and paid attention to his concealment, he might not be able to detect him. It can only be said to be better than nothing.

Now the two disciples were chatting. Although they were confused by the sect's order to abandon the mountain gate and evacuate them all, they were still confident in their hearts.

The leader of my family has planned a decisive victory thousands of miles away. This temporary withdrawal must be an ulterior motive. He will be able to return to the mountain gate in a while.

So the two of them had a relaxed atmosphere, laughing and chatting about interesting things about the party.

One of them was talking about how he buried several jars of good wine in the back mountain three years ago, and when he returned to the mountain gate, he took it out and got drunk. The other person said with some surprise: "Brother, there seem to be two people above our Bichao Mountain." Black spots…”

"Is it a flying bird?" The senior brother immediately became nervous and looked carefully. Although he couldn't see clearly, his heart soon became heavy.

The bird cannot hover all the time, it must be two monks!

A few moments ago, the zombie-like real Mo Yun and his companions came to Bichao Mountain quickly and silently.

His figure flashed across the mountain. The mountain-protecting formation had been withdrawn, and everything was empty. Not even a mortal servant could be seen.

In order to prevent his surprise retaliation, Lu Gan had dismissed all his servants to the mortal territory when he evacuated, allowing various counties and towns to accept them, waiting for the recall order.

Bichao Town at the foot of Bichao Mountain was also evacuated, and the 24 spiritual seedlings that had not yet grown up and their families were all picked up by the aerospace ship.

"Cunning little bastard!" Master Mo Yun yelled, and when he turned to the Shanmen Square, he saw his companion, who was dressed in black robes and whose head and face were covered by black gauze, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, reading a stone tablet next to the square.

Sensing the gaze of Master Mo Yun, the man in black robe spoke. His voice seemed to have a big hole in his lungs, it was soft and heavy at times, hoarse and labored: "Interesting, interesting, this is the founding monument of Yunshan Sect, look at it. Time, it has only been three years since the sect was established, and you can be forced to do this? I am somewhat interested in that Lu Gan."

Master Mo Yun snorted angrily, raised his hand and pointed, with a flash of black light. This monument, which marked the Yunshan Sect's establishment in Bichao Mountain and represented the inheritance of the Yunshan Sect, exploded to pieces with a bang!

Stones of all sizes flew around, but shattered into powder when they hit the man in black robes, and were swept aside by him with a flick of his sleeves. "Fellow Daoist Ao, you are getting more and more irritable." The man in black robe said coldly, "It seems that the Soul-Eating Poison Technique has not only made your face paralyzed, but also your brain is not working well. No wonder you can't do anything against a junior. "

Master Mo Yun was furious, but thinking of borrowing the power of the black-robed man this time, he shouted in annoyance and rose into the sky.The man in black robe laughed, followed closely, and the two stood side by side in the mid-air of Bichao Mountain.

Looking down from the air, the mountains are covered with ancient trees that are thousands of years old. The spiritual energy in the spiritual veins is surging and permeating them. The branches are lush and green.The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle and roll up one after another. The never-tireless wave of leaves makes people intoxicated and relaxed.

"Hey, what a Bichao Mountain..." Master Mo Yun sneered, and the grievance just now turned into uncontrollable anger, "Since this little bastard Lu Qian abandoned the mountain and ran away, then he will never come back..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a large black flag soared into the sky, fluttering in the wind, and spread out forty or fifty feet in the blink of an eye!
Another bronze alms bowl flew up from his arms, and the sound of rushing water echoed through the mountain tops!

The man in black robe was slightly surprised: "Fellow Daoist Ao, don't waste too much time here."

Master Mo Yun stared at the "Yunshan Sect" flag fluttering on the top of the mountain and shouted angrily: "It takes ten years to run a spiritual mountain, but it can be destroyed in just a moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black flag was waved heavily.

With a roar, the thick black wind rolled up the ominous dark clouds and surged out from the flag, like a heavy fog, surrounding the Bichao Mountain.

The moment it came into contact with the dark clouds, the "Yunshan Sect" flag seemed to be corroded by strong acid. The flagpole broke and disappeared into the dark clouds before it fell to the ground.

The rustling sound of corrosion resounded throughout the entire Bichao Mountain. The green leaves turned dark in the blink of an eye, and then curled up and dissipated. Thousands of years old trees died one after another, and the bark and trunks made an overwhelming sound of breaking. .

In just a few breaths, large black holes had appeared on the originally verdant Bichao Mountain. The dark tree trunks pointed sadly at the sky, as if they were the last accusation of this spiritual mountain.

The next moment, the alms bowl in Master Mo Yun's hand tilted.

With a roar, the Black River hung upside down, the stench was pungent, and extremely poisonous river water poured down from the top of the mountain!

Crashing, the trees that had been corroded by the poisonous mist were broken and dissolved in the river water. Wherever the poisonous river passed, the trees fell down and there was no grass growing. What was even more frightening was that the fertile soil in the mountains was completely soaked by the poisonous water, completely turning it into ashes. A desperate situation where not even a blade of grass can grow.

There was another bang, and the billowing black clouds, poisonous fog, and the vast black river's poisonous water had already surrounded and soaked the buildings in the mountains. The golden Yunshan Sect hall, which was once hidden in the tide of trees, collapsed.

One building after another collapsed, including Lu Gan's head courtyard, Gu Nichang's tree house, various pavilions and residences, various side halls, arsenals, alchemy rooms, weapon refining workshops, treasure pavilions, power transmission buildings, and welcoming guests. building……

Those buildings that carried so much laughter, so much peace and joy, so many dreams and passions all broke and collapsed, and nothing was left left by the black water.

The spiritual plant garden and spiritual medicine garden that had been painstakingly opened up, and the immature spiritual plant and spiritual medicine that had not yet been harvested, were submerged in the torrents of poisonous water before they had time to emit a ray of clear light.

In just one stick of incense, the last building, the Zhike Pavilion built at the foot of the mountain, collapsed into the rolling black water with a crash.

On Bichao Mountain, there is nothing but poisonous clouds and poisonous water!

In the distance, two Yunshan disciples collapsed to the ground in despair, watching with their own eyes the former Lingshan being completely destroyed.The green and beautiful Bichao Mountain has turned into a dark and bare poisonous mountain, and the poisonous clouds and poisonous water are still spreading to the surrounding areas.

The never-ending tide of trees and leaves is gone.

(End of this chapter)