Follow the traces.

Traces of battle last for thirty miles.

The mountains and forests were broken, the plants and trees were broken, and countless birds and beasts were affected. I even saw the corpses of several people. Judging from their clothes and the axes beside them, they should be the woodcutter who went up the mountain to harvest firewood.

Qingyuan walked on the mountain road, and Gu Cang followed behind.

There was a Taoist priest lying in front of him, looking like a young man, still holding a long sword in his hand and a whisk in his arms. Blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his Taoist robe was torn on his chest, and his temples were messy.

"Dead."

Kiyohara sighed and said, "It's true that I guessed it well. I'm a disciple of Shouzhengdao Sect."

He walked in and took a look.

This disciple of the Shouzhengdao Sect should have a good cultivation level during his lifetime. The magic swords and whisks in his hands are all magic weapons.

Qingyuan reached out and took a look. The magic sword and whisk fell into his hand. After taking a look, he threw it into the ancient mirror and merged into the Tianhe of Shenbao.

The Taoist robes, wooden hairpins and belts on the disciples of the Shouzheng Taoist Sect are actually not ordinary things, but these are all clothes and ornaments for shading. After all, this young Taoist priest has no grudges and grudges with Qingyuan, and it is enough to get two magical tools for him. As for these clothes, they only regard them as the dead as the most important thing to show respect.

"The battle has stopped here."

Qingyuan said: "Gu Cang, dig a hole and bury this Taoist priest."

Gu Cang responded, and then inserted two thunder golden twelve into the land, and took the opportunity to carry it. The land immediately collapsed and a big pit appeared.

It came to the young Taoist priest, picked him up, put him in the pit, swept over the previous soil and buried it.

Kiyohara stood there, looking at the changes around her.

"There are some traces left here. It seems that there were more than two people fighting here before, and at least nearly ten disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect."

Qingyuan pondered: "One died here. The other disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect and their opponents should have gradually fought forward with the fight."

Gu Cang couldn't help asking, "So who is the opponent?"

Qingyuan exhaled and said, "Ordinary cultivators naturally dare not fight with the Shouzheng Taoist Sect. Even if they do, they may not be able to win. There are remnants of the Demon Realm near Dingzhou. These remnants of the Demon Realm were predecessors of the Taoist Sect. Because after the great demon subdued, they were contaminated with the dark and dark energy and turned into demon skills, and perhaps they could compete with these people in the Shouzheng Taoist Sect."

As he said that, he pointed to the front and said, "But now it's all speculation. If you walk forward, you will know."

After the words came, Qingyuan walked forward, but he was not very clear about the front, so he did not use the method of shrinking the ground into an inch.

...

As we walked forward, we saw the corpses of several disciples of the Shouzheng Taoist Sect one after another, as well as some other corpses dressed in special clothes.

Qingyuan took a closer look and found that these people were from the north. Judging from the traces, their Taoism was quite high. They died after fighting with these disciples of the righteous Taoist sect.

"It seems that the cultivation level of these people is not higher than that of the disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect."

Qingyuanxin was surprised and said, "In terms of the same realm, these people should not be able to beat the disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect, but now it seems that they all have died or injured."

Gu Cang thought for a while and asked, "Did these people also practice advanced skills and practice advanced Taoism? Can they compare with the Shouzheng Taoist Sect inherited by the Taoist ancestor?"

"The only one who can compare with the inheritance of the Taishang Taoist Ancestor is the inheritance of another Taoist Ancestor."

Qingyuan said: "These people do not have such a profound inheritance method. I think they are probably the so-called monks who are infected with the aura of evil spirits. However, although I feel that although they are not inferior to real people, I try my best to explore and do not sense any strange aura from them."

Speaking of this, Qingyuan pondered again and said, "This is a strange thing. Could it be that these auras will disappear after death and disappear without a trace?"

Gu Cang stood behind him, not daring to speak, for fear of disturbing his husband's thoughts.

"It seems that their fight is not limited to one place, let's go and take a look."

...

It can be seen from afar that there is a broken mountain ahead, and the dust has just settled.

The hill was broken by the waist, half of which had been broken, and the rocks fell across the mountains, as big as chariots and as small as dust.

"here……"

Qingyuan mentioned Gu Cang, took one step forward, and arrived at the foot of Duanshan Mountain.

There was a man on the mountain wall, penetrated by a sword and nailed to half of the wall.

This is a middle-aged Taoist, who looks about fifty years old, holding his temples, long beards and chests, and looks like a fairy-like Taoist bone. However, his face is twisted, his eyes are wide open, and his vitality has been cut off.

"Although I am dead, I still have the power to gain. Looking at this person's appearance, he is already middle-aged and the life span of a person practicing Taoism is long, so this person should be much older. Such a person is probably a disciple of the Hong generation among the Shouzhengdao Sect."

Qingyuan squatted down, picked up the whisk in front of him, and threw it into the ancient mirror on the top.

Along the way, he obtained more than ten magic weapons, such as the magic swords and whisks on the disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect, as well as the magic weapons used by the evil demons, all of which were sent into the Heavenly River of Divine Treasures by him.

"Gu Cang, let's bury this Taoist priest."

Qingyuan breathed out, reached out and took a look, and the magic sword flew into his hand.

The master of the Hong generation of Shouzhengdao Sect immediately fell from the mountain wall.

Gu Cang went forward and caught him with both hands. He felt heavy and the pressure was extremely strong.

According to the teacher's usual teachings, Gu Cang knew in his heart that this was the reason why the other party's remaining power remained undispersed after his death, and his own Taoism was much shallower than this person, so he could not help but feel oppressed when facing this corpse.

Gu Cang gently put him down, took two feet of thunder golden trough, picked up the land, dug out a large pit, and buried him.

Qingyuan slowly approached with the Taoist sword.

"The magic sword is the grade of the top magic weapon, almost like a magic weapon."

"Most disciples of the Shouzhengdao Sect practiced a sword. Although they were not born, they were similar to their own destiny."

"From the magic sword, the breath left after his death, and the traces of fighting around him, this middle-aged Taoist should have the Taoist practice of the sixth level of heavenly realm."

Qingyuan's expression was slightly condensed and felt a little heavy.

The master of the sixth level of the Shouzhengdao Sect learns the inheritance of the Taoist ancestor, which is extraordinary. Could it be that he who killed this disciple of the Shouzhengdao Sect, or a person from the real person realm?

"gentlemen……"

After Gu Cang buried the middle-aged Taoist, he suddenly discovered something and pointed his hand into the grass ahead.

Qingyuan turned his head and saw a sika deer upside down in the grass, but the skin and flesh contracted, and the blood inside had dried up. He showed a look of surprise, took a step forward, came to the deer, squatted down, and pressed his hand on the deer corpse.

"Oops!"

Qingyuan seemed to notice something, his face changed slightly, and shouted: "Gu Cang, retreat quickly!"

As the words fell, I felt that the land under my feet suddenly broke.

With a radius of hundreds of feet, the land was lifted up like a vast wave.

"A very alert junior."

The soil was lifted up, as if covering the sky, and an old voice with a grim smile came from it, saying, "It's a pity that the Taoism has become a little shallow, and it's only in the fifth level of heaven, so let's help me."
Chapter completed!