Chapter 901

"No, I'm going out to do some business by the way. I've already delayed a lot of time. I'll go back after I take them." He waved his hand and stood up. Looking at the younger generation in front of him, he said, "I'll give you a column of incense time to say goodbye to your parents. Come and gather after a column of incense."

"Yes." They answered and saw him go out. After the other three saluted the master, they quickly went back to say goodbye to their parents. LAN Yingying went forward and took her father's hand to talk.

After a stick of incense, several people followed their third uncle to the flying boat and went all the way to Qinghe Zong.

Although qinghezong is not the first Xianzong, it also has a good position in the land of immortals. Compared with the first Xianmen, the assessment of Qinghe sect is not so strict, and there are many disciples of Qinghe sect.

The spaceship was flying in the air, and LAN Yingying did not dare to disturb the third uncle who was practicing with his eyes closed. The other three practiced cross legged at regular intervals. Lan Ying Ying Ying was more detached and was lying on the side of the spaceship and looking at the scenery outside.

Two days later in the evening, the spaceship landed in a place. Blue city said to them, "pick up some branches nearby and rest here tonight."

"Yes." Several people did not dare to go far, so they picked up branches around, lit a small fire, and took out dry food to eat.

"Third uncle, I have some cakes. Do you want some?" LAN Yingying approached and asked carefully. For the third uncle who looked younger than her father, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Blue city opened his eyes and took a look. Seeing that she had oil paper in her hand, she spread out a few pieces of cakes and handed them to him. He said, "I've built a valley. Don't eat these things. You can eat them!"

Seeing that he closed his eyes and meditated, LAN Yingying went to the edge of the tempering pile and distributed the cakes to the other three people to eat together.

At night, LAN YingYing and several people sat around the fire to keep warm. Because they missed their parents and couldn't sleep, they chatted with each other in a low voice. The sky under the night was silent. Therefore, when the sky gave out a wheezing sound, and then a burst of fireworks, several people were slightly surprised: "it seems to be a distress signal."

"It's a distress signal. I don't know who's calling for help. It's not very far from us." LAN Yican says that the third uncle who sits quietly under the tree has stood up.

"It's the distress signal of qinghezong's disciples. Please follow me to have a look."

"Yes A few people listen, immediately follow him to that signal place and go.

In the forest that sent out the signal, several disciples were surrounded by blood, with despair on their faces: "we can't live, even martial uncle he is dead. No one will come here, and no one will see the signal we send."

"And the last flare, let it go."

One of them bit his teeth and released the last signal bomb. He held his sword in his hand and listened to the sound coming from around. He looked awe inspiring: "here we are! Get ready to fight! We must go back alive! "

As soon as the man's voice fell, there was a rustling sound of footsteps around him. Seven or eight people in their clothes of the same color came towards them with blood. In their bodies, their vitality was early broken, but attached to them was a touch of Black Ghost.

"The one in front and in front of me is uncle he! He, he is the monk of Jindan! It's over, we're really finished... " A disciple said in despair.