After Chu Xunyu and Mu Yuan found Song Qingqiong, at his insistence, the three of them rushed to Tai'a Palace together. Fortunately, Song Qingqiong suffered only skin injuries. Otherwise, if he was really injured inside, it would be difficult to continue flying. Chu Xunyu couldn't help but ask: "Brother Song, your injury has no internal injuries, it's all outside of the flesh. Have you avoided many mechanisms of the "Insin Hall" by yourself?"

"Yes." Song Qingqiong nodded, "Wenxintang is a disciple who violated the rules of the sect. If I don't have a mechanism, I know a lot, so I have been avoiding many fatal ones on the way to escape, but it is still inevitably touched."

The three of them were communicating with the situation while rushing on the way. What Chu Xunyu wanted most at this time was to rest and clearly feel the word "fatigue". Last night, he fought in Tai'a Palace and met people with higher cultivation levels than him. He forced himself to pull up the "sword flower". The spiritual energy in his body poured out as fast as a flood. Then he rushed back and discussed with everyone in the room for a night. Now he flew around the Kunlun Fairyland. The Kunlun Fairyland was so big that it could be exhausted. Now he felt a little dizzy at first. Chu Xunyu was a doctor, knowing that this was a sign of severe overdrawing of his body.

As the three of them were talking, they suddenly felt something strange under their feet. They looked down and saw that the island in the sky below was a small island. There was a person lying faintly on it. They felt strange, especially the man was injured. So the three of them immediately went down to check one or two, and when they walked closer, they saw that the figure looked very familiar, with gray forehead, thin body, ragged clothes, and a pool of water stains on the ground mixed with blood. Song Qingqiong screamed: "A Qi?"

It was not someone else who was lying on the ground. It was A Qi who came out of the Circular Island to follow Chen Qi. The three of them immediately ran over and helped him up. At this moment, his face looked ugly, his breathing was very small, and his face was covered with mottled blood. Song Qingqiong shouted: "A Qi! A Qi! Wake up!"

Chu Xunyu reached out to take his pulse for a while and couldn't help but take a breath of air: "No! The injury is so serious. If you don't treat it in time, you will be in danger of life."

"Who did it?" The three of them felt something was different.

Chu Xunyu took out the "Fengxiang" and sniffed it gently under his nose. Ah Qi coughed out a mouthful of blood. Then he opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing that it was Song Qingqiong and the others couldn't help but say, "Song...Senior Brother Song... Go quickly... He is here..."

"Who is here?" Song Qingqiong was stunned and asked quickly.

"I want to... kill you... the one who killed you..." A Qi said with difficulty, "Go away! You are not... that person's... opponent... that person... yes..." At this point, A Qi fell into a coma and did not say what it was. The three of them looked at each other and felt that this was strange.

Mu Yuan suddenly felt shocked. This was an instinctive reaction. He shouted: "Be careful! Go away!"

The three of them were all experienced in the battlefield. They immediately jumped away from A Qi who was lying on the ground and stood in the position of "Three Yangs Kaitai". At this time, they saw a dark and ink-like demonic energy surging up under A Qi's body, and a person appeared faintly. No wonder Mu Yuan could feel that this is the innate mutual restraint between Buddha and demon.

The demonic energy gradually turned into a man in white, with a fluffy head and a turbid look, and an iron sword hung in his tilted direction, which was clearly Yan Shang of Shushan.

"Why are you here?" Song Qingqiong asked coldly, looking up and down, "It's indeed a demon."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Shang smiled mockingly, looked down at his palm, turned to Song Qingqiong and said, "Senior Brother Song, I said that today's battle is inevitable, come on."

Such a coincidence, Chu Xunyu, Mu Yuan, Song Qingqiong, Wu, Buddha, and Taoism, the youngest monk in the world. Facing a young and powerful demon monk, all the practice methods in the world gathered at this moment. Mu Yuan smiled and mocked Yan Shang: "You kid are really a toad that doesn't breathe, be careful to blow your belly. Are you sure to beat the three of us? Not to mention three people, even if I am alone, I'm afraid you will find it difficult to deal with my Buddha light."

"Oh?" Yan Shang tilted his eyes and looked at Mu Yuan, and retorted disdainfully, "The way is one foot tall, the devil is one foot tall, it's in vain that you have been famous for a long time, and you don't even understand this principle?"

"What? I don't understand?" Mu Yuan was furious and designated him with his hands, "Do you want to try how long I am?"

"My opponent is not you today, it's your turn next." Yan Shang ignored Mu Yuan and turned to look at Song Qingqiong and asked, "Senior Brother Song, come on."

"Why are you so obsessed with fighting with me?" Song Qingqiong asked strangely.

"Why? Why?" Yan Shang pretended to be surprised and looked up and down for a while, then laughed loudly, with a little desolation in his laughter, and shook his head with a self-deprecating feeling, "Ask me why, let me tell you, because your name is Song Qingqiong, you are the eldest son of Kunlun and the most outstanding figure among young people, so I want to defeat you."

After a pause, he said, "Do you know? I have never been valued in my life. How many years have I been in Shushan? It has been one hundred and fifty years. I have achieved nothing in my cultivation. I am just a choreographer. What about you? You have a wealth of clothes and food, a prominent position. Do you know how big the gap is? There are thousands of disciples in Shushan. My life has passed by brooms and dustpans. What can you do for me?"

"Who is your lack of strength? You deserve it." Mu Yuan laughed and teased.

"What do you know?" Yan Shang roared at Mu Yuan, sad and hysterical, "What do you know? I am a serious disciple and I spend most of my time working as a serious servant. Shushan is too big. There are five main halls in the room I have to clean every day. If I can't do it well, I will be scolded by the elder in charge. I don't have much time to practice. As a result, in the end I become a useless waste who has nothing to do in my practice and can only be a serious servant. Do you think they are like you and Song Qingqiong? You can do nothing but groceries, just hold the books of sages in your hand?"

"Come back, junior brother." Song Qingqiong said softly.

"What did you say?" Yan Shang asked in confusion.

"Junior brother, please get your kindness back. This is not the situation you want." Song Qingqiong persuaded him with some discomfort.

"I'm sorry." Yan Shang shook his head, shed tears, and looked at his hands and started to mutter to himself, "I can no longer do good."
Chapter completed!