Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

Another five years have passed.

During these five years, Qin Feng has been living peacefully at the foot of Xuanyin Peak. Apart from taking care of the spiritual fields, he has basically never stepped out of the house, not to mention going to places like Xunxianfang.

And during this period, basically nothing bad happened. The Nether Ghost Sect was peaceful and quiet.

Every day after taking care of the spiritual fields, Qin Feng would meditate in the yard, or practice making talismans and studying the art of formation.

He also opened a pond near the courtyard, which was full of lotus and many white carp.

When he was bored, Qin Feng would fish in the pavilion beside the pond while brewing tea. He was so comfortable!

It can be said that these five years are the most comfortable time for Qin Feng since he went up the mountain to practice.

However, such good days no longer exist.

Because the blood sacrifice competition in the Falling Demon Valley has just passed ten years,

The Nether Ghost Sect has never stopped the disciples from fighting privately, but after the blood sacrifice competition, when many blood feuds were formed between the peaks, the sect ban was issued.

So even if everyone was extremely angry, they could only hold it in.

Now that the sect ban has been lifted, a wave of bloody storms has instantly set off in the Nether Mountain.

When the nest is overturned, there will be no eggs left unbroken, and Qin Feng will naturally be affected.

The main enemies of Xuanyin Peak are Guimen Peak and Xueyu Peak.

Guimen Peak caused Cao Yu and Li Yinqiu to be seriously injured and almost died in the Falling Demon Valley. Needless to say, the hatred between the two sides is great.

And Zhong Hu, a disciple of Xueyu Peak, is the murderer of Qin Feng's fifth senior brother. The two sides are even more incompatible.

As soon as the sect ban was lifted, Li Yinqiu used his sword to kill several Dao masters from Guimen Peak.

Xiong Lie also led people to ambush Zhong Hu once, but unfortunately he was discovered in advance and successfully escaped.

In short, the entire Nether Ghost Sect is now in chaos, with fights and killings every day.

Even Qin Feng was attacked by a group of people a few nights ago.

Fortunately, those who came were just small fish in the third level of the mortal world, and they were caught by Qin Feng before they made any noise...

That day, Qin Feng was called to the mountain by his senior brother Li Xiaoshan to discuss the strategy to deal with Guimen Peak and Blood Prison Peak.

Qin Feng thought he was just here to make up the numbers.

After all, his cultivation at this time was still the perfect soul purification, and he could not do anything at all.

Only after breaking through to the middle stage of Dao, he would announce his successful Dao.

After entering the Daoist stage, the time required for a breakthrough in cultivation suddenly increased by many times, and Qin Feng didn't know when he could make progress...

Qin Feng sat in a corner for a long time, looking at his nose and his heart.

When he was drowsy, he seemed to hear Li Xiaoshan say that he wanted to wait for the enemy to attack and then set up a formation to trap them.

"Sixth Junior Brother?"

Suddenly, Qin Feng heard Li Xiaoshan calling him, and hurriedly came back to his senses:

"Ah! Senior Brother, what's the matter?"

Li Xiaoshan was slightly displeased, so he had to ask someone to tell Qin Feng his plan again.

It turned out that the formation that Li Xiaoshan wanted to set up was called the Demonic Sound Bewitching Array, which could make people who entered the array be fascinated by the demonic sound without knowing it.

If the cultivator did not leave the array in time, his soul would become a ghost in the array and would never be reincarnated. It was very vicious and powerful.

To set up this magic sound enchantment array, the most critical point is to have vocal instruments such as zither, flute, zither, pipa, etc. as the center of the array. The higher the quality of the instrument, the more powerful the array.

So Li Xiaoshan set a task and asked several brothers to collect vocal instruments, and specially arranged Qin Feng to get a pipa...

The setting sun was like blood, and the sand was endless.

On the desolate desert ancient road, there stood a lonely inn. Occasionally, caravans stopped to rest, so it was not deserted.

Qin Feng was dressed as a scholar, riding on a donkey, with several books hanging on the donkey's neck, swaying in the wind.

Qin Feng didn't look at the road, just raised his head to drink, while riding the donkey to read, and slowly came to the front of the inn.

"Sir, are you staying here or stopping by?"

A waiter came up with a smile,

"Stay here for one night, just give me something to eat, I'm starving."

Qin Feng said, jumped off the donkey, and threw a silver ingot to the waiter.

"Okay!"

The waiter took the initiative to lead the donkey to the side, tied the reins, and then led Qin Feng into the store and sat down by the window.

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It is said that at the end of the previous dynasty, the world was in chaos, and the northern Hu tribe took the opportunity to march south in large numbers. Wherever they went, they slaughtered the city. When the country was in danger of refugees, the Taizu of this dynasty, who was at the age of twenty, gathered a group of fellow villagers..."

On the second floor of the inn, a white-haired old man was telling a story with great enthusiasm.

This storyteller is also talented. His voice is sometimes bold and deep, and sometimes gentle and tactful. The guests feel as if they are in the scene, and they are all intoxicated for a while.

Whenever he talks about the exciting part, there will always be bursts of excitement in the inn. Cheers.

Qin Feng drank the wine he brought and ate the mutton served by the waiter, listening with gusto, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Moreover, he didn't eat any of the other steamed buns served by the waiter...

After a long time, a group of more than 20 merchants finally rested enough and prepared to pay the bill and continue on their way.

The innkeeper didn't say anything, but the storyteller upstairs was not happy.

"Everyone, I haven't talked about the most exciting part of this "Double Dragons Going to the Meeting". Why are you leaving?"

The leader of the merchant group laughed:

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to get out of this Gobi Desert and reach the town ahead before dark."

Then he put on his hat and asked the innkeeper:

"Your inn is really good. Is it newly opened?"

The innkeeper said:

"Sir, you are joking. The inn has been open here for decades. "

The merchant frowned,

"You are the one joking. I have been walking on this trade route for nearly ten years. How come I have never seen your inn before?"

While speaking, he unconsciously quickened his pace and walked out the door.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the door of the inn closed automatically, blocking everyone.

The storyteller on the second floor said gloomily:

"People should have a beginning and an end. None of you are allowed to leave until you finish listening to this "Double Dragons Going to the Meeting"!"

A caravan guard shouted loudly:

"You old man, you are so unreasonable. How can you force people to listen to a story?"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, the storyteller on the second floor a moment ago appeared behind him like a ghost, and his long nails had already pierced his neck with several bloody holes,

"Monster, run! "

The business gang was frightened by this scene and fled in all directions.

The storyteller became more and more crazy and angry when he saw this.

"Why don't you guys listen to my story? It turns out that none of them are good!"

As he spoke, the inn suddenly became extremely dark. The other guests in the inn, including the waiter, waiter, and shopkeeper, all floated up and turned into hideous ghosts...