Qin Manyun's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly said, "So you have already discovered the trace of this group of demons?"

The Great Elder nodded and said, "The target of this group of demons seems to be Lingyun Immortal Pavilion. I don't know why, but they seem to believe that the Demon-Falling Sword is in Lingyun Immortal Pavilion." "

Lingyun Immortal Pavilion?" Luo Shiyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and guessed, "Could it be that Lingyun Immortal Pavilion knows the intentions of these demons, so they deliberately lure the demons over to share the worries of the masters, and then show themselves."

The Great Elder was stunned at first, and a hint of realization appeared in his eyes, "What you said makes sense!"

Qin Manyun also frowned slightly, "What you said does make sense!"

"Then what are we waiting for, we have to hurry, the opportunity to make a contribution is right in front of us!" The second elder was anxious and ready to go at any time.

"That's right, don't hesitate, set off immediately!" The other three elders drove their escape lights away quickly at the same time, "I'm leaving!"

...

Lingyun Fairy Pavilion.

A murderous atmosphere permeated.

All the disciples had extremely uneasy expressions on their faces. They looked into the distance from time to time, their eyes filled with fear.

Lin Mufeng stood on the main hall, looking at the sky in the distance, his eyes were deep, and his face was extremely complicated.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the sky had become a little gloomy.

In the sky, there was still a thick layer of dark clouds floating, which seemed to be falling down, making the sky darker, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the whole scene.

At this moment, a disciple came in a panic and said angrily: "Master, the Xuanyue Sect... has been destroyed!"

The faces of all the disciples changed at the same time, becoming even more anxious and uneasy.

The Great Elder had a heavy face and said to Lin Mufeng, "Master, are we really not going to ask the master for help?"

Lin Mufeng took a deep breath and shook his head, "The master can calculate everything, and all things are naturally under his control. If he wants to help us, he will naturally help us. If we go and ask for help, it will disturb his life and I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

The Great Elder smiled bitterly and continued, "That group of demons obviously came for the Demon-Falling Sword. Why should we do this?"

"Do you know what a chess piece is?" Lin Mufeng looked at the Great Elder and said piously, "As a chess piece, you must have the awareness of a chess piece. Every step is not for me to choose, but depends on how the master plays it!"

The Great Elder opened his mouth, but was finally speechless.

He and the other two elders looked at each other, then at Lin Qingyun. The four of them shook their heads silently, their eyes full of helplessness.

Although they were full of awe for the master, they were not as brainless as Lin Mufeng.

How could the Pavilion Master become like this?

They couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It seems that since the last visit to the master, the Pavilion Master would go to the Taoist Tianyan, who was also a little crazy, to play chess from time to time. Since then, the eight words he muttered the most were: the world is the chess and I am the chess piece.

He's crazy!

The Pavilion Master is crazy!

Step!

There was a crisp sound between heaven and earth, which seemed to be a heavy footsteps, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

The sky suddenly fell into a darker darkness!

The faces of the three elders turned pale at the same time, and they were filled with anxiety. "It's over, it's over, they are coming!"

Lin Qingyun sighed slightly and prayed in his heart, "I hope the master will not regard us as abandoned."

Tap, tap, tap!

One after another, figures appeared in the darkness. In the silent night, in addition to the footsteps, there were also cruel chuckles.

In the darkness, a tall figure walked out slowly.

This figure was wearing a black robe, his eyes were scarlet, and there was a bloodthirsty smile at the corners of his mouth. His hands were crossed in front of him, which were extremely thick, and every joint seemed to bulge outward.

A hoarse voice came out of his mouth, "Found it, the smell of the Demon-Falling Sword."

He destroyed eight sects along the way, and today he finally found the real owner!

The black-robed man raised his head slightly, his eyes piercing through the darkness, falling sharply on Lin Mufeng.

Lin Mufeng was not afraid, standing in the hall, facing the black-robed man with a fiery look.

"Oh? You are just in the early stage of distraction, how can you dare to challenge me?"

An extremely cold voice came out of the black-robed man's mouth, and his body rose into the air, as if it had no weight, floating in the void with the wind, all the way to the sky above Lingyun Xian Pavilion.

Lin Mufeng said in a concentrated voice: "Deploy the formation!"

Immediately, all the disciples of Lingyun Xian Pavilion, including the elders, burst out with their spiritual power, which condensed on the ground of Lingyun Xian Pavilion. In an instant, the light shone brightly, and a spiritual power shield was formed in the void, protecting Lingyun Xian Pavilion.

"You don't know what you can do!" The black-robed man sneered and raised his hands slightly. The endless black air in the void gathered in his palms. The black air became thicker and thicker, and gradually began to make ghostly howling sounds.

In the end, the black-robed man seemed to have transformed into a black ball as dark as ink. The black was so deep that it almost covered the black of the night, which made people feel terrified.

With a single finger of the black-robed man, the black air suddenly turned into a long black line, which shot out from his finger and pierced the light shield directly.

"Pop"

Like a needle piercing a balloon, the formation of Lingyun Xian Pavilion collapsed in an instant, without any resistance.

All the disciples' faces turned black, and they spat out a mouthful of blood. Their eyes suddenly became listless, and they were terrified to the extreme.

Too strong, the black-robed man was simply beyond imagination!

The black-robed man raised his hand and the black energy immediately condensed into a black hand, picked up Lin Mufeng, and said coldly: "Where is the Demon-Falling Sword?"

Lin Mufeng said firmly: "You are not qualified to know!"

The black-robed man frowned slightly, his eyes became colder, "You're looking for death!"

At this moment, a burst of piano music suddenly came from the distant darkness!

These piano sounds seemed to become real, stirring the void, rippling one after another, and lingering towards the black-robed man!

The black air around the black-robed man faded instantly and began to tremble.

"Bold demon, why don't you surrender?" The elder's cold voice came, and a group of eight people appeared in the sight of the crowd driving the escape light.

Like a savior who appeared in despair, the immortal spirit was like dust, the spiritual power surged, and radiated light.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Lin Mufeng's face suddenly showed ecstasy, "The master has planned everything, it's stable, too stable!"

The five elders looked at the black-robed man with solemn faces, and his hands kept playing the zither, the sound of the zither became more and more urgent, breaking the silence of the night.

"Noisy!"

The black-robed man's face was extremely gloomy, he roared to the sky, his black robe fluttered, and his hands suddenly raised. In his palms, he held a string of small bells, which swayed with the wind and also made a series of soft sounds.

"Ding ding dong dong."

The evil spirit suddenly surged like a tide. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sound of the small bells actually overwhelmed the sound of the piano, making the people who heard it feel dazed and dizzy.

Endless evil spirits gathered in the void into a huge black skull, with its mouth wide open, roaring to the sky!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and the moon lost their light.

The black air spread out, and the five elders who were playing the piano just now all trembled all over, and fell from the sky like kites with broken strings.

The eight people came quickly and fell quickly. In just a few breaths, they had already fallen to the ground, looking at the black-robed man with fear on their faces.

The joy on Lin Mufeng's face has disappeared without a trace, and he is extremely shocked.

What's going on? The strength of the helpers arranged by the master this time is too different.

Could it be that the master's layout... will also go wrong?

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