My emperor has darkened again

Even if they don't, they will certainly rely on the Buddhist cultivation ability of fanyin temple. Fengyi believes that this clue will definitely get the answer they want.

"Yes, I'll arrange it now!"

When he was in a state of great vitality, he simply sent a message to Yu Fu, urging his men to come quickly with the blood of the cloud family they found, without any delay.

It's late at night.

Only the disciples of Yunlan sect can follow their master and live on the eight main peaks. The ordinary disciples of the outer sect are all under the main hall of the mountain gate and have specially built houses.

In addition to training, the outer disciples have to take on the mission of the sect. They have no special teacher to guide and take care of them, which is much harder than the inner disciples.

In the dark, a disciple who had just collected yeyouteng yawned and staggered forward. Yeyouteng is a ten step elixir. It only blooms at midnight. It took him an hour to pick it and put it into a jade box.

After finishing this task, Lingjing will buy zhulingdan tomorrow. The tired face of the outer disciple was a little happy, and even his steps were brisk.

However, at this time, in the woods not far away, a figure suddenly appeared in the black robe. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the disciple of the outer gate and hit him with his palm!

The pupils of the outer disciples were wide open, but they were killed before they could even scream. A black air lingered around. The blood essence of the disciples seemed to be engulfed by some strange power. Gradually, only a stiff and shriveled body was left.

A white yuan Shen light group flew out, but it was held by a hand in the next second. The black robed man gave a strange smile, but it was the one who put yuan Shen directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

Grabbing the corpse of the outer disciple, the black robed man suddenly disappeared into the night, as if this cruel killing was just an illusion.

Yuyinfeng.

In the blink of an eye, Li Jiuge finally received the first invitation post on the Yuyin peak, which had few doors, since the grand ceremony.

"Tomorrow is sister Su's 80 year old Fangchen. She invited me to Qinglian lake for a small gathering."

For friars, life is long. If they were 80 years old, they would have been an old lady. But for the monk in Xuanling world, it was the youngest time for a nun.

Su miaochen's birthday party is obviously not going to be held in a big way, so it's almost time to invite some of his best martial brothers and sisters to get together in private. Even the place is not arranged in the main peak, but in the gate of Qinglian lake.

The Qinglian lake is also a famous scene in Yunlan sect. In this big lake, there are twelve kinds of rare Qinglian, which can be used as medicine and can refine all kinds of twelve kinds of elixirs. It is planted by Ziguang lingzun himself. On weekdays, there are disciples who take care of it.

"Go and have a look. Su miaochen has a different identity and is good at communication. You can't be too distant from the disciples of the sect and build cars behind closed doors all day."

Weisheng has no time to see the post, so naturally he agrees. He looked at Feng Yi discontentedly. If this person didn't make trouble, how could the little apprentice be repelled by the elder martial brothers and sisters.

"If someone didn't deliberately prevent me from reuniting with Ge'er in linyuezong, it would not have happened."