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Xiao Huan immediately shook her head and said, "No, Sister Ping'er said that we can't wander around, otherwise it will be dangerous."

Zhou Yixian said angrily, "Can't leave? If we can't leave and wait for the rain to come, we'll be in danger of contracting tuberculosis!"

The two of them were lucky, as the rain stopped after a while with just a little drizzle.

"Fortunately we didn't leave, otherwise Sister Ping'er wouldn't be able to find us later." Xiaohuan cursed with a smile, and saw a patch of water plants not far away, which seemed to be a small pond. She walked over, found a place with less water plants, and looked down.

The pond was full of lush aquatic plants, and even the slightly wider area of the water seemed to be reflected in a faint, clear green color, making it impossible to tell how deep the pond was.

Xiaohuan looked at the water, looked at her own reflection in the water, slowly tidied her appearance, and slowly put together her hair that was messed up by the rain. However, her clothes were wet by the rain and stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.

Xiaohuan couldn't help but take a deep breath of the slightly sweet air after the rain.

The next second, Xiaohuan was startled, opened her eyes and wanted to ask, but suddenly her voice became hoarse.

In the pond in front of her, among the dense aquatic plants, there was a pair of eyes, more than twice as big as those of an ordinary person, staring at her.

Xiaohuan screamed in shock, and Zhou Yixian in the distance was also shocked. But before they could react, the water in the pond in front of Xiaohuan suddenly burst, and a thick column of water rose up and rushed towards Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan's face turned pale, but she remained calm. She subconsciously took a step back and put her left hand into her arms. In a flash, when the water column was about to hit Xiaohuan, an orange halo suddenly emanated from her left hand, forming a light curtain that blocked her in front of her.

The thick water column was blocked by the orange light curtain and stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward at all. At the same time, a hoarse, muffled cry came from the water column. The water column swayed in the air, and a black shadow appeared among the white water splashes, and it was about to fall back into the pond.

Xiaohuan was still in shock and was about to retreat, but at this moment, she heard a sharp whistle in the air and a goose-yellow figure came rushing towards her like lightning and flashed in front of her in an instant. It was Jin Ping'er.

Jin Ping'er's pretty face was filled with murderous intent. She waved her right hand and purple air suddenly surged, pouring directly into the waves of the pond. After a moment, there was a loud bang, and a surging wall of water was stirred up in the pond, rushing straight up to the sky, more than several feet high.

The black shadow was forced out by her, but it still had some strength left. Although it did not dare to fight Jin Ping'er head-on, it rolled backwards with the water flow and splashed among the water plants. It twisted its body and swam forward at an incredibly fast speed like a fish.

Everyone was stunned. The monster looked like a human, but its movements in the water were beyond the ability of an ordinary person.

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly, but did not chase after him.

The monster's shadow was about to disappear in the mist at the far end of the pond.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the monster let out another hoarse roar, and a dark green light with a hint of blood-red flashed faintly in the mist. The monster immediately turned over and flew back, as if it was extremely afraid of the dark green light.

However, as it was floating in the air, it suddenly saw the originally green water plants in the pond below it, which extended to both sides from its feet, suddenly all withered rapidly and turned into a burnt yellow color. Even the water surface was faintly black. Only in the direction of Jin Ping'er, the water plants remained unchanged.

The monster seemed to be letting out a dying roar, but ultimately did not dare to fall into the pond. It flew towards Jin Ping'er, apparently wanting to make a last-ditch effort.

Xiaohuan screamed: "Sister, be careful!"

Jin Ping'er looked normal with a sneer on her pretty face. She saw the black monster getting closer and closer. Her pretty eyes flashed and her right hand rose up. Purple light became stronger. The people around could not see what magic weapon was hidden in the dazzling purple light. They only saw the purple light like a knife, chopping down at the monster's head.

The monster let out a muffled roar, and its body was shaken up to a height of ten feet in the air. Then it fell heavily to the ground, its hands and feet twitching, and it seemed that it was dead.

The surroundings gradually became quiet. The waves in the pond, which had been turbulent just now, gradually calmed down. Everyone's eyes looked towards the monster on the ground, and then everyone, including Jin Ping'er, was stunned.

This is indeed a monster, but it is a human-like monster.

It has hands, feet, and limbs like humans, and even tight clothes on its body, but it seems to be for convenience in water, so the clothes are very few.

On the exposed skin, there are patches of things that look like fish scales.

But the most shocking thing is its head. It is actually the head of a fish, with lips, gills, and even eyes, like a fish, without eyelids.

At this moment, the monster with a fish head and a human body fell to the ground, blood constantly flowing from its mouth, and its body motionless. It seemed that it was killed by a heavy blow from Jin Ping'er.

Xiaohuan looked at the monster underground and felt really chilled. She subconsciously shrank behind Jin Ping'er. Jin Ping'er reached out and patted her shoulder, whispering comforting words.

After a while, two people slowly walked out from the mist in front. Although they walked out at the same time, they were quite far away from each other, as if they were still wary of each other.

It was Bi Yao from the Ghost King Sect and Qin Wuyan from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Ten years passed, and Biyao became more and more beautiful.

Among the Demon Sect today, Bi Yao, Jin Ping'er and Qin Wuyan are the best of the younger generation and are known as the Three Heroes.

Especially Bi Yao, as the daughter of the Ghost King Sect's leader, she often practices in-depth with Ling Yi and has great strength.

Now that she knew that Ling Yi had come here, she specifically asked to come to the Western Swamp to find Ling Yi.

Bi Yao's eyes turned, paused for a moment on Xiao Huan's face behind Jin Ping'er, and then moved away.

Xiaohuan looked at Biyao, then at Qin Wuyan, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

The three most outstanding young masters of the Demon Sect suddenly met in secret. The reason behind this was both confusing and exciting when one thought about it.

Qin Wuyan walked up to the monster and kicked its body with his foot. The monster turned over and remained motionless.

Qin Wuyan said calmly: "Dead."

Chapter 122: The Fishmen

Bi Yao glanced at Zhou Yixian and Xiao Huan, and seemed to frown, then slowly said: "I have said everything that needs to be said, so let's leave it at that!"

Having said that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Qin Wuyan suddenly said, "Miss Biyao, it's strange that this monster that's neither human nor beast suddenly appeared here. Don't you have any ideas?"

Biyao stopped and said nothing.

But Jin Ping'er glanced at Qin Wuyan and asked, "Why, do you know what this is?"

Qin Wuyan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and looked at Jin Ping'er and Bi Yao's expressions. It seemed that they didn't know the origin of this half-human, half-fish monster.

At this moment, a man suddenly walked out and said loudly: "I know the origin of this monster."

Bi Yao and the other three were startled at the same time, and when they turned around, they saw that it was Zhou Yixian.

Lian Xiaohuan was also surprised and asked, "Grandpa, do you know?"

Zhou Yixian still had a little mud on his forehead, but his demeanor was extraordinary at the moment. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant, and said, "Your grandfather has traveled all over the world his whole life, and has walked more bridges than you have walked roads. Do you think I have lived in vain? This monster is called 'Mercury'. In fact, it is not a monster, but a merman, one of the sixty-three alien races in the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang."

Bi Yao, Jin Ping'er and the others were all stunned. Of course, everyone knew about the Ten Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang, but to know that there were sixty-three alien tribes in the wilderness of Southern Xinjiang was unheard of. However, judging from Zhou Yixian's expression, he was not making it up.

Jin Ping'er frowned and said, "That's strange. Southern Xinjiang is thousands of miles away from this deadly swamp. Why did this fishman come here?"

This question stumped Zhou Yixian, who was so proud just now. He scratched his head and said, "Then I don't know."

Everyone present was silent for a moment. Seeing that there was no result from further thinking, Bi Yao turned around and walked away.

Qin Wuyan glanced in the direction where Bi Yao was walking, walked to Jin Ping'er, and said with a smile: "The Golden Fairy's 'Purple Blade' is famous all over the world. After seeing it today, it is indeed well-deserved."

Jin Ping Er smiled faintly and said, "Master Qin, you are making fun of me. How can I compare with you? I can turn this pond into a poison pond with just a little poison. No grass will grow in fifty years."

Qin Wuyan's eyes fixed, his expression seemed to turn colder, he looked at Jin Ping'er for a while, then slowly said:

"I have only developed this little poison called 'Floating Duckweed' for half a year. It is just a trivial trick and has never been used. Fairy Jin actually found out about it. I really admire her!"

Jin Ping'er met his gaze, without the slightest intention of backing down, and said, "Mr. Qin, you are too kind."

Qin Wuyan looked at her again, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "In that case, I will take my leave first. As for the appointment..."

Jin Ping'er interrupted him and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do about that matter!"

Qin Wuyan smiled slightly and said, "Okay." Then he nodded to Xiaohuan as a greeting, turned around and walked away, soon disappearing in the mist in the distance.

After Qin Wuyan's figure disappeared, Jin Ping'er remained silent for a moment, and suddenly let out a long breath.

Xiaohuan was standing behind her and almost at the same time felt that Jin Ping'er's body had been tense all the time and only relaxed at this moment.

"Sister, are you okay?" Xiaohuan was a little worried.

Jin Ping'er shook her head slightly, glanced at Xiao Huan, and said softly, "I didn't get here in time just now, are you okay?"

Xiao Huan smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine."

"As long as it's okay."

at the same time.

The other end of the Dead Swamp.

Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Changsheng Hall of the Demon Cult, was dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

The night wind blew through the swamp, ruffling his clothes slightly, making him look extraordinary, like an immortal.

Except for his left hand, his sleeves were empty, which added a sense of inexplicable funnyness.

That was a sign of the battle at Qingyun Mountain that year when he was unfortunately injured by the world's greatest sword - Zhu Xian.

The night wind was a little chilly, and the air seemed to still carry the moisture of the recent heavy rain. Darkness filled the air, but only his figure was still standing there, defiant and conspicuous.

In the darkness behind him, there was a faint sound of breathing. It was his disciples hiding in the darkness, patiently waiting for his orders.

The Eternal Life Hall of the Demon Cult rose to prominence eight hundred years ago. By the time it was passed down to Yu Yangzi's generation, it was already the seventh generation, with a long history. However, no one knew better than Yu Yangzi himself the crisis that the Eternal Life Hall was facing behind this glorious scene.

There is no successor!

After the battle at Qingyun ten years ago, Yu Yangzi was elected as the leader by the other three major factions of the Demon Cult. This was the moment when Changsheng Hall's reputation in the Demon Cult reached its peak in the past few hundred years.

At that time, Yuyangzi was full of ambition and pride. He had dozens of talented masters under his command, all of whom he had painstakingly cultivated over the past hundred years.

At that time, Yu Yangzi really thought that there was nothing in this world that could stop him. As long as he defeated the old Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop, the reputation of Changsheng Hall would naturally shock the Demon Sect. With his own strength and the help of his masters, Changsheng Hall would be the second Blood Refining Hall in the next eight hundred years.

And he will become the second black-hearted old man!

However, all these beautiful dreams turned into bubbles on Qingyun Mountain and under the Zhuxian Sword!

He himself lost his left hand in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, not to mention that his Taoism was greatly damaged. Because Changsheng Hall was the host faction, the masters under his lord were naturally arranged to fight in the front line. Half of them were killed in the fierce battle with the chief elders of Qingyun Sect at Tongtian Peak.

Later, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was launched, and the surviving masters in the Changsheng Hall were killed and injured. Only one or two escaped, almost the entire army was wiped out.

In this world, everything is easy to get, but the hardest thing to get is talent, especially talent that you have cultivated and that you completely trust!

Over the past ten years, Yu Yangzi worked hard and Changshengtang gradually recovered. However, in Yu Yangzi's heart, the shadow was growing bigger and bigger.

The battle at Qingyun almost completely destroyed the main force of Changsheng Hall. Over the years, if Yu Yangzi's own cultivation was not too high, shocking the enemies around him who were eyeing him covetously, especially seven years ago, he acted decisively and ignored the opposition of his disciples to forcibly move the headquarters to a remote place like Death Swamp, far away from the influence of the other three major factions, otherwise the consequences would have been unknown.

However, just a month ago, the increasingly fierce internal fighting within the Demon Cult came to an abrupt end, and the last powerful small and medium-sized sect, the Blood Refining Hall, was finally conquered by the Ghost King Sect.

Everyone took their positions, and after a brief and suffocating calm, Yu Yangzi intuitively anticipated that what would soon follow would be a fierce infighting breakout among the four major factions of the Demon Cult.

After all, in the hearts of countless disciples of the Demon Sect, the figure of the black-hearted old man who unified the Demon Sect and dominated the world eight hundred years ago has become an eternal legend!

But legends are just legends. At this moment, it is extremely unfavorable to Changshengtang and even Yuyangzi.

Due to its limited strength, Changshengtang was powerless in the internal struggle for the small and medium-sized factions. As a result, the gap in strength between it and the other three major factions widened. Yuyangzi was worried about this and could hardly sleep at night.

At this time, as if God had opened his eyes, a strange omen suddenly appeared in the swamp of death beside Changshengtang.

Yu Yangzi was both surprised and delighted. If he could really get a rare treasure like the "Zhu Xian Ancient Sword" of Qingyun Sect, Changshengtang would have no problem protecting itself first, and then he could develop slowly, and it might not be impossible to make a comeback in the future.

Under this circumstance, Changshengtang regarded the rare treasures in the Dead Swamp as its own and would not allow anyone else to get their hands on them.

But no one knew who leaked the news, and within just a few days, the news had spread throughout the world. Immediately, the whole world looked at it with awe, and masters of good and evil gathered in the Dead Marsh.

Yu Yangzi was both shocked and angry, but at this moment, he could no longer retreat, so he mobilized all the strength of Changshengtang and deployed them in the Death Swamp, trying their best to find the whereabouts of the rare treasure while sniping the invading enemies.

During these few dozen days, dozens of people have been secretly killed in the Death Swamp by the Changsheng Hall, including both righteous immortals and masters from other factions of the Demon Cult.

For the survival of his sect, Yu Yangzi is already disregarding everything!

That night, Yu Yangzi received a secret report from his disciples that a group of righteous people had camped near the "bottomless pit" outside the Dead Marsh ahead and were preparing to spend the night there.

As the spies reported back wave after wave, Yu Yangzi's face grew increasingly cold, and he already knew who those people were.

They were a group of the most elite young disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Chapter 123: Changsheng Hall

There should have been only a few people, but after hearing the spy's report, the number of people in the group had reached dozens, and there were monks and people wearing Fenxiang Valley costumes among them. Yu Yangzi frowned, took a deep breath, and stared into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a burst of light footsteps suddenly sounded in the darkness behind him, and a middle-aged man who looked shrewd and thin walked out and came to Yu Yangzi. Yu Yangzi immediately turned around to face him. It was obvious that this man was of extraordinary status.

The middle-aged man's name is Meng Ji. He is one of the best masters under Yu Yangzi of Changsheng Hall. He is also one of the few masters of Changsheng Hall who survived the battle of Qingyun Mountain. Therefore, he is deeply trusted by Yu Yangzi.

At this moment, Yu Yangzi was unable to make up his mind and was waiting for this person to come back.

Meng Ji bowed to Yu Yangzi, who shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it, no need to be polite. How is it going?"

This question was not concise, but Meng Ji obviously knew what Yu Yangzi meant. He whispered, "I have already led people to search the Black Water Ditch and the White Horse River on the other side of the Dead Marsh. We did not find a large number of people from the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the Hehuan Sect entering. There were only a few people from small sects who were left alone. I have already dealt with them directly."

Yu Yangzi was refreshed, and for the first time he smiled, and nodded, saying, "Okay! This way we won't have to worry about anything. Tonight we will go all out to raid Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley, those ignorant youngsters. Get rid of them first, and the righteous will no longer be able to compete with us!"

Meng Ji didn't seem to be happy at all, but rather worried. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "Master, three days ago, the secret sentry near Dawang Village reported that it seemed that the Ghost King Sect's leader's daughter Bi Yao and Qin Wuyan had already arrived near the Dead Marsh. And Jin Ping'er of the Hehuan Sect has always been erratic, so we must be on guard!"

Yu Yangzi's face muscles twitched, revealing a look of resentment, and he said hatefully: "How could I not know this! Those people from the righteous path only want that treasure, but the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Ghost King Sect want my life!"

Meng Ji was shocked, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He looked uncertain and whispered, "Master, what should we do?"

Yu Yangzi snorted, took a deep breath, slowed down his body, and said: "At this point, there is no turning back. While the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Ghost King Sect, and the Hehuan Sect have not arrived yet, we will first deal with these little bastards from the righteous path, and then search for the rare treasure with all our strength. Once we get it, judging from the strange signs in the past few days, it must be a rare treasure. We will not be afraid of the other three sects!"