Chapter 152: Song Anyan feels rather strange when confronting Yun Heng...

Yunheng already had a head of white hair, and now he looked even more haggard.

Xie Tingyu did not dodge and let Yunheng's gaze fall on her.

As a great man who had come to discuss how to solve the monster tide, Yun Heng naturally couldn't afford to be at a disadvantage at the very beginning, so he held the sword in his hand, and a stream of sword energy flew up to the sky, resounding in the sky.

People thousands of miles away can see it.

Xie Tingyu chuckled, "Are you the Yunheng Sword Master they are talking about?"

Hearing this, Yun Heng did not answer this obvious question, but frowned slightly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, "You look like someone."

"It's not polite to say that I look like someone else right away. Is this how you treat guests in the cultivation world?"

Xie Tingyu's voice was mocking. Bai Lingling hid behind Xie Tingyu, with Xie Tingyu's words still echoing in her mind.

If Ah Yu's soul is really scattered, she won't even be able to find her reincarnation, which means that she will really die.

But whether from his words, actions or appearance, this person is a replica of Xie Tingyu. No matter how the person in front of her denies it, Bai Lingling can't find a way to wipe out the hope in her heart.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. The people around them were infected by this strange atmosphere and did not dare to speak. They just looked at each other in confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Heng held out his hand and said, "Let's go sit inside first. It's a bit risky to discuss this kind of thing at the edge of the Demon Abyss."

The monks on the city wall saw Yun Heng leading Xie Tingyu inside, looked at each other, and released the defensive barrier in front of them.

Xie Tingyu turned his gaze and looked at the city wall, avoiding talking to Yunheng all the way.

Of course, Yunheng remained silent all the way and didn't say a word.

Xie Tingyu was very happy to see this happen, but Bai Lingling had a bitter face, feeling very stressed out being sandwiched between the two of them.

"This is the area that Team Ding Wu is in charge of. Compared to other areas, the monsters in this area are weaker, so the overall strength of the monks is also lower. However, other teams responsible for defending the Demon Abyss have reinforced the city walls with multiple layers of defense arrays, but this area does not have any. Do you know why, fellow Daoist?"

The long sword was carried behind him. Yunheng looked up at the sky. Light was flowing in the sky and golden runes could be vaguely seen. That was the symbol of the operation of the law-suppressing formation.

"How do you know I'm your fellow Taoist?" Xie Tingyu laughed. "On the surface, he is a weak person, but who can guarantee that he won't suddenly pull out a sharp blade and catch his opponent off guard?"

Obviously, it is a trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

This method is easy to see, but if you are really in the monk team, you will simply feel that the strength of Team Dingwu is indeed weak as a whole.

"How many strong men have you hidden here?"

Xie Tingyu only noticed that the demonic energy fluctuations here were even stronger, so she followed the clues to find the incubation chamber of the Demon Abyss and destroyed it. She did underestimate the abilities of these cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in the cultivation world.

It is also a skill that they can predict the types of monsters and the demon species hidden in the Demon Abyss without going down to the Demon Abyss.

"Guess?" Yun Heng smiled, glancing at Xie Tingyu's expression. She looked at the people around her expressionlessly.

Finally, when Yun Heng counted to the tenth digit, he spoke, "There are only three Wang Haichao monks on the city wall, which is nearly half the number compared to other levels, but inside..."

"There are no less than twenty Wang Haichao hidden here. They can definitely compete with the top team and even surpass them."

Unexpectedly, the other party could really find it out in one go. Yun Heng felt a little more cautious and also faced up to her own strength.

She is undoubtedly in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible that it is just the early stage of tribulation.

"In fact, I have no other intention in asking you to come inside the city wall to discuss. I just want to see what you are up to. I don't know if you are an enemy or a friend, so I have to be cautious. If you are a friend, that's great, but if you are an enemy..."

At this point, Yun Heng's face suddenly darkened, "If it is an enemy, fellow Daoist, please don't blame me for being impolite."

Xie Tingyu could hear the threat hidden in his words, which was a warning to her not to have any bad intentions. If he really came to take advantage of her or was a spy who infiltrated, then she didn't have to leave here. No, she couldn't leave.

Yunheng will definitely kill her here without leaving any room for mercy.

Xie Tingyu was not afraid, after all, she was the Ghost King and had not done any harm, so Yun Heng could not touch her.

"Now that you've tested enough, can you get to the point?"

Bai Lingling had left at some point. She didn't dare to listen to what the two of them said, for fear of getting into trouble, and she ran away in a flash.

Xie Tingyu raised his lips slightly, watching Yun Heng take out a sheepskin map and pointed his finger at a place marked in red.

"To the southeast of here is the breeding ground for the remaining demon species."

Xie Ting's jade fingers paused slightly. As expected, Yun Heng also knew this.

"When the time comes, we will need your sword, and we will certainly reward you with a treasure."

Yun Heng's eyes were fixed on him, especially when he mentioned the word "sword", the emphasis on it was as if he was speaking with his back teeth.

He must have sensed the Chixiao sword energy. This kind of powerful murderous aura that is difficult to disguise can only be possessed by Wen Zhiyu's Frost Mist Sword, except for Tianxing Chixiao.

However, the Frostmist Sword was frozen by the frost, and the hostility inside it was frozen, making it look much more normal.

No one except Wen Zhi and those close to him knew. No one knew where Wen Zhi and the boy had gone. After searching for so long, he still hadn't found any trace of Ah Yu, so he had to find it himself.

On the second day after Wen Zhiyu left, he went to the Yunhe River in Zhangjiawan, Xuzhou, in the secular world and found a family there.

It seemed that the family's house had not been inhabited for a long time. There were not many neighbors around. There were two trees in front of the house, one was a jujube tree and the other was also a date tree.

There was no smell of fireworks there, and instead there was an indescribable chilly atmosphere everywhere. As soon as he stepped in, it felt like he had walked into an ice cellar, freezing cold to the bone.

This is where Ayu started talking.

Later she said she came from a hidden family of ghost catchers.

There was no trace of the so-called noble family, and no one could confirm whether what she said was right or wrong.

But now, Yun Heng looked aside. The little disciple he had been looking for for a long time was now in the horizon and yet right before his eyes. There was no need for him to think about those illusory things anymore.

Yun Heng's eyes were too sad. Xie Tingyu was slightly stunned. He then looked away and took out a sword.

There was a glow flowing on the blood-red sword, and murderous aura was spreading in the air. At first glance, it was Tianxing Chixiao.

Yun Heng chuckled softly, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. Next time, you must keep the sword well, or someone with ulterior motives might plot against you and accuse you of stealing someone else's precious sword."

"Really? It could be twin swords, or people could be twins. Everything is possible. Don't dwell on the past."

Xie Tingyu himself felt that he spoke in a very pedantic way, to the point of being weird.

But so what, as long as it sounds high-end.

Yun Heng didn't react for a moment. He rolled up the sheepskin map, turned around with a dry smile, and held the map with his hands behind his back.

He walked slowly and swayed, "There are many guest rooms here, but they were not carefully renovated at that time because the war was about to start. If you think there are any shortcomings, you can modify them yourself. Just do it according to your wishes."

Xie Tingyu nodded behind him and his eyes met a person. That person's eyes lit up. It was the disciple at the foot of the Xingjie Hall who had shown a little cowardice.

The scars on his face had basically healed, and it was hard to tell that he had ever been injured, except that he had incurred new injuries from the battle with the monsters.

There were small wounds all over his cheeks, and his eyes were extremely gentle, with a more calm and steady look than before, but they still looked exceptionally clear.

He was about to speak, but suddenly he seemed to think of something and his eyes dimmed.

At this time, Yun Heng spoke up, "Little Taoist Song Anyan, you should be resting now. Could you please send this person to the guest room to settle him down?"

"It's not a problem, thank you for your consideration, Sword Master."

Yun Heng waved her hands and smacked her lips, "Why don't you learn from Zhong Jing? Why do you have to deal with these useless etiquettes?"

"The elders, please let the younger ones go."

Xie Tingyu hugged Tianxing Chixiao and walked slowly. Yunheng glanced at her cautiously from behind, then quickly looked away.

Xie Tingyu stared at Song Anyan's back and sighed, "I've known him for so long, but this is the first time I know his name."

"But according to his level, he should be in the A team."

Song Anyan has a tall and straight figure, with a high ponytail tied with a hairband, and a smart black outfit, which exudes a youthful air.

But Xie Tingyu felt very strange.

"Is this your first time here, senior?"

Xie Tingyu frowned, "Yes."

"Do you need me to take you somewhere else?"

Xie Tingyu didn't think too much about it at first, but Song Anyan said a lot later, which seemed a bit too positive.

He spoke as if he was reminiscing with an old friend, talking incessantly and eloquently.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and rubbed his brows, "I used too much strength today, just let me rest for a while."

"Okay, I'll make sure to tell everyone not to disturb us."

Song Anyan chose a relatively better guest room for Xie Tingyu, with monk Wang Haichao living on both sides.

I don’t know if he did it on purpose… or not.

Anyway, it was intentional.

Song Anyan said goodbye to Xie Tingyu, then moved, and the next moment he appeared one mile away.

Xie Tingyu pushed open the door. The interior was neatly furnished but simple, with only tables, chairs, cabinets and a bed.

This was already a relatively good situation. Xie Tingyu did not go out again that day, and Song Anyan seemed to have made arrangements. No one came to disturb her rest for the whole day.

Xie Tingyu lay down for a day to adjust the ghost power in his body.

Ever since he escaped back to the ghost palace, the ghost power in his body would go wild from time to time, causing Xie Tingyu a lot of trouble.

The next day, Xie Tingyu was awakened by a loud noise. She came back from her meditation and released her consciousness.

With their spiritual awareness spread out, almost all the cultivators rushed to the city wall following the noise, except for a few familiar auras that gradually approached and ran towards Xie Tingyu's direction.

Xie Tingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

The door was violently pushed open with a "bang" and the visitor came in breathlessly, looking around the house.

"Where are the people?"