In the empty Zhudao Hall, Yaowan bent over and bowed her knees in a salute: "Sect Master, your subordinates have placed the saintess properly."

Xuanwu, who was standing bowed to the side, also bowed his head and said respectfully: "Sect Master, everything is ready. It's just..."

He paused, seeming a little confused, "Tang Jin is cunning, will he jump into such an obvious trap?"

Behind the long table, the dim candlelight faintly outlines Hua Heng's deep eyebrows.

He rubbed the wrench on his hand and evoked a faint smile that was inevitable.

"He will, even if it is an abyss, he will jump down."

Because Tang Jin is conceited enough and paranoid enough, even if the mountain is covered by heavy snow, he has to break into the Demon Realm, so it can be seen that he can't wait for a moment.

He will never give up.

The wind and snow covered their eyes, and the boundless white snow blurred the boundary of heaven and earth.

In the drowsy sight, the rumors that come into view are easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the mountain gates of the majestic Demon Realm are wide open at this time, and then there is a ghostly silence, and no one is seen.

People were suspicious.

This demon sect seems to already know the news of their coming, and there is no one guarding the mountain gate, which is too strange.

Li Liqun hesitated a bit, then drove his horse to Tang Jin's side and said, "Young ally, the gate of the Demon Realm is wide open at this time, and there must be some deceit in it, so we'd better be careful."

Yue Fusu also nodded and persuaded: "Yeah, this is a trap set by the demon sect. Young leader, you must not enter at this time, and don't underestimate the enemy. Let's retreat first, and consider the long-term plan."

"Can't enter?"

If Tang Jin had not heard it, he stared at the open door and tightened the reins.

Behind that door is the person he longs for, and asking him to give up is a fool's errand.

Tang Jin no longer pretended at this time, and sneered in a low voice: "If the heroes are afraid, go back, don't force it."

Immediately, he raised his chin expressionlessly, flicked the reins, and drove his horse toward the mountain gate toward the mountain gate with a flick of the reins.

Yue Fusu was shocked: "Young leader!"

When the Yujimen saw that Tang Jin had taken the lead, they raised the flag and followed.

The other martial arts sects were dumbfounded when they saw that the Jade Machine Gate actually rushed in.

Although Li Liqun beat a drum in his heart and felt that Tang Jin was too reckless, but after thinking about it, he became more and more convinced that Yu Qian had a map of Tibetan soldiers in the palm of his hand, otherwise Tang Jin would have lost his life.

Thinking that this is an excellent opportunity to revive the sect, Li Liqun gritted his teeth and followed.

"Walk!"

The other sects saw the Lie Dao Sect taking the lead, and they were not willing to be left behind.

Seeing this, the subordinates on the side were worried and asked, "Sect Master, aren't we going in?"

After finally going through the hardships to reach the gate of the Demon Realm, isn't it a joke that only oneself is holding back at this time.

At this time, Yue Fusu was extremely regretful to be involved in this muddy water. He would rather be a grandson like Zhujian Mountain Villa than when he knew that there were tigers in the mountains and he had to go to Hushan Mountain.

But the arrow is on the string, and if he goes back at this time, the entire martial arts will probably not be able to accommodate his constellation faction.

Yue Fusu bit the bullet and drove the horse up.

"Walk!"

Everyone in the Wulin rushed into the mountain gate, but it was really empty inside.

The mountain road is not very spacious. The weather is bad at this time, and the airflow mixed with wind and snow is getting more and more frenzied. Everyone covers their faces and struggles to move forward. It was smooth at first, but when they reached the middle, there was a loud boom behind them.

Everyone was startled, and when they looked back, they saw the mountain gate slowly closing, completely blocking the way back.

The gust of wind in the mountain path stopped suddenly, but before everyone had time to catch their breath, a group of members of the Demon Cult burst out of the snow on the high slopes on both sides, setting up long crossbows and firing ten thousand arrows.

The long crossbow's range is farther than ordinary bows and arrows, and it is more powerful, and it can shoot arrows continuously at an extremely fast speed.

However, Tang Jin's speed was even faster. He was riding Juechen. The moment the long crossbow was erected, he had already jumped off the horse's back, stepped on the wall and flew away like a bow and arrow off the string. It was too late to point at the afterimages that flashed by him, and they barely filled the wall behind him.

The martial arts allies behind him were not as agile as Tang Jin, and sharp arrows pierced the sky like a rain of dense arrows. Everyone frantically held their swords to block the arrows, but were shot off their horses one after another.

All of a sudden, accompanied by flying snow and blood, there were screams one after another.

But Tang Jin didn't turn his head back, he stared at the front and walked as fast as a light swallow expressionlessly, waving the black iron knife fan with his right hand in mid-air.

Along the way, the enemy soldiers rushing forward were killed by one blow like cutting melons and firewood, and they did not stop Tang Jin's footsteps at all.

In a few breaths, he had leaped over the last checkpoint and landed in the main altar of the Demon Cult.

The soldiers ambushing around rushed up the moment he landed, but seeing that he came out of the array of thousands of arrows and was unscathed, they dared to surround him with their halberds but dared not go forward easily.

Tang Jin glanced at the crowd coldly, and with a flick of the knife and fan in his hand, the strong aura made the soldiers in the front row fly out.

Seeing this, the others all rushed forward to try to besiege, but the twenty-eight sharp blades had already been drawn, and the soldiers who rushed forward were instantly hit to the vitals and fell to the ground and died.

Tang Jinfei stepped forward and grabbed the neck of one of them, his eyes were as cold as a knife and he said coldly.

"Where is Yuqian?"

The soldier was caught in mid-air with a liver-colored face, his legs struggled weakly, and he opened his mouth and said with great difficulty: "The saint is here, here..."

"Whoosh—"

The sound of Ling Lie breaking through the air resounded, and the soldier's eyeballs were torn ferociously for a moment, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

The sharp blade pierced through his head, cutting off his unfinished words.

Seeing this, Tang Jin showed no signs of change. He threw the corpse aside and looked up at the figure standing on the huge sculpture not far away.

In the wind and snow, Hua Heng was wearing a tunic black robe, with his hands clasped in his sleeves, and his black hair, half draped behind his back, fluttering wantonly in the wind.

He raised a cold smile, looked down at Tang Jin who was unharmed and said melodiously.

"It seems that I still underestimate you."

In the dark and silent dungeon, Hua Qian was scurrying back and forth like ants on a hot pot.

"What to do, what to do, why did the time suddenly advance so much? My brother and Tang Jin couldn't have bumped into each other already!"

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She reached out and grabbed the iron lock outside the cell railing, shaking it desperately, trying to break it, but to no avail, she kicked the door angrily.

Seeing her anxious, Luo Wuxie asked strangely as she swallowed the plum cake in her mouth.

"Girl Yu, we didn't fail to escape once or twice. We still have a chance next time. Why are you in such a hurry? Brother Master loves you so much. It should be just a small punishment and a big warning. He will let us out tomorrow."

Seeing that the iron lock couldn't be opened no matter what, Hua Qian sat down on the bed in frustration, pulling his hair and groaning.

"You know what, there is no chance!"

Seeing her sad, Luo Wuxie said with concern: "Girl Yu, are you in a hurry? If you want to go out, I can help you."

Hua Qian was taken aback when he heard this, and turned his head to look at his stupid look very suspicious: "Can you go out?"

Luo Wuxie patted the pastry crumbs on her hands, and said while taking off the hairpin on her head.

"Of course, our Zhujian Villa is famous for its forging. I have learned forging skills from my father and brother since I was a child. Although my skill is not as good as theirs, I still have a lot of experience. Naturally, this kind of ordinary iron lock is not a problem. As long as one A hairpin can break it."

Hua Qian suddenly went crazy: "Then why didn't you say it earlier!"

Luo Wuxie said obediently: "I think that the leader's brother suddenly locked us here but prepared all the supplies and didn't mean to hurt us, so there must be his intentions. But since Miss Yu, you are so eager to get out , there must be your reasons too."

After finishing speaking, he walked through the gap of the iron fence, grabbed the iron lock and inserted () the thin end of the hairpin into the keyhole and tinkered carefully, Huaqian heard a crisp "click".

The door opened.

Huaqian: "!!!"

She quickly pushed open the cell door and dragged Luo Wuxie to run out: "Hurry up!"

"Aww."

The two followed suit and opened the cell doors one by one to escape successfully, but there was not even a single guard in the dungeon along the way.

Looking at the empty tunnel, Hua Qian felt even more uneasy.

At this time, a sharp alarm sounded in her mind, her pupils shrank sharply, and she suddenly looked up at the dark dungeon roof.

Tang Jin is here.

"quick!"

Hua Qian gritted his teeth and ran out of the dungeon. The moment the two of them opened the last door, what came into view was a bloody purgatory on earth.

The corridors were blood-stained, and corpses were everywhere.

There was an extremely strong smell of blood in the air, which made people feel sick.

It was the first time for Luo Wuxie to see such a disgusting scene, and she nearly vomited while leaning on the wall after eating.

Not far away, the sound of weapons being exchanged could be heard faintly, and the two ran outside the building to hide behind the pillars to spy, and saw that there was already a lot of fighting in the square of the main altar.

All the members of the Wulin League who had finally broken through the mountain road and ambushed were all injured. After escaping from the dead, they were obviously red-eyed. They raised their knives and fought desperately with the Demon Cult.

Hua Qian looked over, but Tang Jin and her brother were nowhere to be seen in the chaotic crowd, and the alarm bells in her mind had faded away.

Hua Qian was anxious, what about people!

Suddenly, a Demon Cult guard was picked up and fell on the stone pillar in front of them and died of vomiting blood, which shocked the two of them.

Not far away, the martial arts disciple who had just killed a person caught a glimpse of Hua Qian and Luo Wuxie hidden behind the stone pillar, and immediately exclaimed.

"There is still an ambush by the Demon Cult!"

After passing through the ambush on the mountain road, he was like a bird in shock at this time, and he was a little confused. When he saw the person wearing black clothes, he believed that he was a member of the demon sect.

Hua Qian was taken aback when he heard this, seeing Luo Wuxie waving his hand and wanting to go out to explain, he immediately pulled him and ran wildly backwards.

"Don't be stupid, they're so red-eyed that they can't tell the difference between friend and foe, it's important to find your brother quickly!"

However, someone recognized Hua Qian's figure with sharp eyes, and immediately pointed at them and shouted loudly.

"Yu Qian is there, grab her!"

Huaqian: "!!!"

Come on, I have no enmity with you!

The author says:

Huaqian was pitted by Xiaotang