When Lin Duanshan and others woke up, they found that Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu were nowhere to be found.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and Guan Shanyue took out a sand pen and began to try to contact An Zhisu.

After a while, a reply came from the other side.

Looking at An Zhisu's reply, the three of them were a little confused.

People from Shushan enter this misty forest almost every year and have never encountered anyone going missing.

All were sent out safely.

Even if we take a step back, the head of Yujing had also gone in to investigate. If there were any risks inside, how could he not know?

That’s the headmaster of Shushan!

Guan Shanyue fed back everyone's opinions, and soon the sand pen began to write in extremely sloppy handwriting again.

Looking at the new reply, everyone fell silent again.

"Are you kidding?" Duan Fenhai frowned and said, "Let's split up and look for Ling Yunpo. He woke up first and ran off to who knows where. The Hundred Thousand Mountains are so vast, where can we find him?"

"Brother Duan, be careful with your words," Lin Duanshan warned. "Judging from the tone and wording of her reply, Sister An is already emotionally unstable. If we add fuel to the fire, she might lose control."

"So what if she loses control?" Duan Fenhai snorted, "Can she still kill us?"

"She doesn't dare?" Guan Shanyue asked coldly.

The three of them were silent again.

Well, then An Zhisu really dares... It's not that she will commit murder on the spot, but this woman holds grudges very hard. If she challenges them to a duel after returning, or challenges their fellow junior brothers and sisters to a duel, that would be really troublesome.

"Okay, okay." Duan Fenhai sighed and said, "An Zhisu is at least a top-grade golden elixir. Anyway, the purpose of our trip has been achieved. Let's just do her a favor and make a good relationship with her."

So the three of them dispersed and went to look for Lingyunpo.

…

It was unknown how long it took before Ling Yunpo came out of the misty forest.

The ancient language of the South China Sea Dragon Clan is quite simple to write and read, and is also okay to listen and read, but it is ridiculously difficult to pronounce.

It’s not that Ling Yunpo’s tongue is stiff, but because the dragon’s vocal organs are different from those of humans.

Many words that dragons can say easily require humans to arch their mouths and create as large a cavity as possible in them in order to pronounce those syllables with special vibrations - sounding like the high-pitched chants of a male singer.

Ling Yunpo decided to call it "Longlao accent".

After learning the dragon dialect, Ling Yunpo can already communicate with the dragon and water creatures in the South China Sea.

As for Donghai and Beihai, they are roughly equivalent to different dialect areas, so there is no problem in communicating with each other.

If Wei Dongliu wants to have a falling out with Long Xiaoqi in the future, he can suddenly say "What are you looking at" in Long Lao dialect, which will definitely confuse Long Xiaoqi on the spot, and he can take the opportunity to do something ruthless...

Um?

Where is my senior sister?

Where is my senior sister who is so much older than me?

It took Ling Yunpo a while to suddenly remember that he seemed to have asked the fishman to perform a sacrifice and send his senior sister and others out early.

If it was Junior Sister Xu, Miss Shi, or Witch Jiang, there probably wouldn't be any problem. But with Senior Sister An's attention and doting on her, what would she do?

Ling Yunpo thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized that his senior sister probably wouldn't think that he was still stranded in the misty forest, but would only think that he had left early or was taken away by someone.

After all, there are so many examples before, plus with the endorsement of Yujing's head master, who would have thought that when it was his turn, he would suddenly encounter a special situation?

Oh, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault!

Ling Yunpo decided to go find Senior Sister An as soon as possible, but he couldn't figure out where to look.

I can only search around first, maybe I can find it if I'm lucky.

He randomly chose a direction and walked for several miles, then he saw several corpses on the side of the mountain road.

Looking closely, they found that the bodies had all died from piercing the heart.

Such a sophisticated and brutal killing move was most likely from Senior Sister An's hand. After all, when she was sparring with swords, she liked to aim at the heart and throat - she just wouldn't actually stab it.

Ling Yunpo sighed and began to open the box and feel the bag.

With the Kunlun Mirror's scanning capability, he would be able to discover and crack any traps or curses set on the corpse.

Of course, more importantly, no one was present at the moment, so he didn’t have to worry about ruining his image!

This is quite strange. Others believe in “strength in numbers”, but why does it become “Long live the Lone Ranger” in my case?

When around fellow students, they are restrained in order to play the corresponding roles;

Now that he has turned into a human being, he can use all kinds of magic, such as thunder magic, divine light, Qingping sword, sneak attacks, and corpses, to do whatever is convenient for him. It's really exciting!

He collected three or four storage bags, which were filled with all kinds of sinister magic weapons, which could be given to Wei Dongliu's two disciples.

After Ling Yunpo finished collecting the items, he moved forward again.

At least judging from the condition of the body, my senior sister must have been here before.

After crossing the valley and entering the woods, Ling Yunpo saw more corpses, about seven or eight in total. Some had their chests pierced, and some had their throats slit. It was extremely cruel.

He sighed and felt a little guilty.

Senior Sister An seems to be in a hurry... No, we have to find her quickly!

So he touched all the corpses around him again and collected all kinds of skills, magic weapons, elixirs, etc.

It has to be said that the garbage is really garbage. With Ling Yunpo's current vision, there is not much that he can appreciate.

After passing through the woods again, we came to a river.

Both sides of the river were filled with corpses of the demon sect monks, about ten of them in total.

The causes of death were varied. Some were caused by slitting their throats, some by having their necks cut off and their heads falling off; some were caused by having their hearts pierced, and some by having their chests and abdomens pierced and their intestines spilling out.

Lingyunpo: ...

From the cause of death, it can be seen that Senior Sister An’s condition had become extremely unstable, and even her sword-wielding skills were not accurate.

In order to kill quickly, do whatever it takes!

Ling Yunpo frowned, wishing he could fly high into the sky on his sword so that he could have a clear view of what was happening below.

However, when he saw the peach blossom miasma in the air, he was suddenly at a loss.

Well, luckily I am not fighting alone...

"A Jing, Qing Ping!" Ling Yunpo shouted in his heart, "Help me!"

"Hmm." Qing Ping Sword pondered for a moment and said, "Looking for An Zhisu is unlikely, there is nothing special about her, but... looking for Fei Yan Sword is possible."

"Very good." Ling Yunpo said happily, "How do I find it?"

"Have you forgotten? Your talent of 'natural sword bone' can resonate with the flying sword." Qingping Sword reminded.

Ling Yunpo immediately slapped his head and asked, "How could I have forgotten this?"

Judging from the spread of blood in the river, the body should have been dead not long ago, and Senior Sister An may still be nearby.

It's just hidden by the mountains and trees, so it can't be seen.

Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo held his breath and activated the resonance of the sword bone.

The bodies of the demon monks around him were seen, and the swords beside them all began to vibrate and clang.

On the other side of the mountain, the encirclement set up by the demon cult monks had been broken through by An Zhisu alone with his sword.

"What are you standing there for? Stop her now!"

"What are you trying to stop? Go and stop it!"

"If we can't kill her, we'll all die!"

The crowd was clamoring and talking loudly, but they acted without hesitation and quickly dispersed like birds and beasts.

Those who can survive in the involutionary demon sect are at least not too stupid. Even those who rely on their own strength and do not take the mowing sword fairy seriously are killed by her like leeks under the sickle. How can the remaining ones not know what to do?

An Zhisu stood in the mess, looking around expressionlessly.

Her expression was extremely indifferent, and she was not moved at all by this hellish scene.

Her heart was also extremely cold, as if she had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave.

Her master was gone, her fellow apprentice was also missing, and she felt like she had no heart left.

Suddenly, the Feiyan Sword, which was connected with her mind, seemed to sense some kind of call and began to chirp happily, trying to pull her in a certain direction.

An Zhisu didn't know what was going on, but she seemed to have some intuition: it was her junior brother calling her!

If after I go over there I find out that it’s not my junior fellow apprentice brother… no matter who he is, I will kill him!