After some debate, Qin Lan and the three finally separated.

Even though it was an unhappy ending.

Bailihong may return to Guiyuan Mountain, but Zhai Qingfeng doesn't know where to go, and Qin Lan first found a secluded place to recuperate.

He was going to the Hengshen Temple tomorrow morning, but he didn't tell those two people.

For Zhu Hong, Qin Lan feels very complicated every time she thinks about what happened to her when she was young. However, this does not mean that Zhu Hong can be killed at will.

The reason why he didn't tell those two people was because Qin Lan didn't want them to be involved in this turmoil anymore.

For Qin Lan, the time from birth to now is meaningful. Although the time is short, he cherishes these two friends.

The battle that follows will only become more brutal. As we head to the southeast, Qin Lan plans to go to the Tsing Yi Pavilion first.

No matter what, I can't let go of Ye Xiaoxiao in my heart. Even if I silently watch her marry someone else from a distance, it is still an explanation for myself.

At that time, when I leave the Tsing Yi Museum, I will no longer have any worries and go to the Yue Temple and the Song Temple. Qin Lan thought that even if I die by then, I will not have any regrets...

Wherever you go, take care of yourself!

Qin Lan found a cave and fell into a deep sleep, curling up together as if afraid of the surrounding darkness.

With the mountain of the Five Gods on his shoulders, everything would be in vain, so he was alone again...

The next day, Hengshen Mountain

A young man, dressed in black and carrying an iron rod on his back, climbed onto the Temple of the Gods.

The young man's voice was calm and spread throughout the temple, without a trace of ripples being heard.

"All the elders and above from the Temple of Hengshen will appear in front of me and stand ready within one minute, otherwise, the mountain will be slaughtered!"

There was a commotion in the hall, and several figures emerged from it. Their auras all reached the seventh level.

"Who!? How dare you make trouble in our Hengshen Mountain!?"

One person yelled fiercely, his eyes shot coldly, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Qin Lan glanced around calmly, "Are you the only ones left in the Temple of Hengshen?"

Someone sneered and said: "I thought he was some kind of guy who doesn't know how to be generous. These guys here just look up to you!"

"I've given you the opportunity. If you don't want it, just disappear..."

Qin Lan's aura suddenly rose, his body became taller, and black spiritual power rose into the sky, causing clouds in all directions to collapse and the earth to shake!

Everyone's faces turned extremely pale.

"Ninth grade!? How is that possible!?"

"Black spiritual power! Who is he?"

Several people suddenly became commotion, their legs became weak, and they wanted to run away backwards.

"Quick! Go find Mr. Yan, he has the array disk left by the palace master!"

An old man with a transcendent status shouted, "Everyone, quickly, organize a formation to protect the sect!"

Buzz——!

The quality of the five temples is unmatched by ordinary sects. Many people immediately reacted. A large formation appeared around the temple, with many mysterious symbols engraved on it, exuding terrifying power!

"How dare you use a seventh-level formation to embarrass yourself!?"

The moment Qin Lan saw the formation, the anger in her heart for Zhu Hong's death burst out uncontrollably. She clenched the iron rod tightly, and all her spiritual power poured out at this moment.

"The Record of the Underworld! Baize Youyeyong!"

The dark Demonic Pillar stood erect in the sky and the earth. Qin Lan raised his back and smashed down on the mountain. He saw that the temple that the world admired was like a millstone grinding under Qin Lan's earth-shaking attack, and the sect-protecting formation was bombarded inch by inch.

Crack, turn into powder!

Countless people were panicking like locusts and ran out screaming.

"Where is Mr. Yan? Where is Mr. Yan...!?"

Someone screamed, but before the sound could be heard, it was smashed into powder by the black pillars that rolled over.

"Come together! Stop him quickly!"

Several eighth-level masters used their spiritual power to build a wall, trying to block Qin Lan's attack.

"The mayfly shakes the tree

!」

Qin Lan snorted coldly, and without any pause, she smashed straight down.

boom--!

The defenses of several people were instantly broken, the Hengshen Peak was slowly flattened, and in the end, everything disappeared under Qin Lan's spiritual power.

"it's over……"

Qin Lan calmly said a word, turned around and walked away.

"Here we go to the south, Jiangzhou, Qingyi Pavilion..."

Jiangzhou, Qingyi Museum

In a certain room, the sun was shining dimly, and in the shadow, a beautiful figure huddled.

About a week has passed since Ye Xiaoxiao was tied up here by people from the Tsing Yi Museum. During this period, no matter how much she screamed, no one came, but someone came on time every day to bring some food.

Ye Xiaoxiao looked complicated and her eyes were dim. She originally thought she could solve all this, but she didn't expect that she messed up in the end.

No, it doesn’t really count...

Ye Xiaoxiao comforted herself in her heart. Although she still had to sacrifice herself in the end, at least she was no longer a drag on Qin Lan.

"It's so noisy outside today..."

Listening to the vague noise coming from outside, Ye Xiaoxiao muttered to herself. Over the past week, she had hardly heard any sounds from outside.

At this time, the door to the room was opened, and An Jing poked his head out

"Junior Sister Ye!"

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at An Jing suspiciously without speaking first. She didn't think An Jing came to visit her. If he wanted to come, he would have come long ago.

An Jing walked in and said with a worried look on his face: "I've been looking for Shan Hongchan these days, trying to get her to help you, but I haven't been able to find her. Now I have no choice but to do it myself."

Ye Xiaoxiao knew that her master had been imprisoned somewhere, so she was not surprised. On the contrary, An Jing's condition was unexpected.

"What...are you doing?"

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at An Jing doubtfully. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he was trying to help her untie these constraints.

But this situation is almost impossible to happen! Ye Xiaoxiao asked himself that his relationship with An Jing was not that good, so why should he risk being fired by the owner of the library to save himself?

The rope that tied Ye Xiaoxiao was made of special material. An Jing's forehead was covered in sweat, and it took him a long time to untie the knot.

"Junior sister Ye! Let's go! Donghai Pavilion and the others are here. They are discussing the wedding date with you with the owner!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, and the figure that she had forced herself to forget reappeared in her mind again.

Qin Lan! I don’t want to marry anyone else!

Ye Xiaoxiao, who had already resigned to her fate, seemed to be greeted by gentle rain after a long drought, and her pretty face glowed with new vitality.

"Senior brother! Thank you for coming to save me! Xiaoxiao will definitely repay you in the future!"

Ye Xiaoxiao had thought about it. Since she didn't have the strength to contact the marriage contract, she would run away far away so that these people could not find her!

An Jing pulled Ye Xiaoxiao and said, "There are people from Donghai Pavilion and Qingyi Hall outside now. You walked out rashly by yourself. If you don't keep safe, you will be arrested again! Senior brother, I know their location roughly, I will take you out!"

A look of gratitude appeared in Ye Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she said seriously: "Brother, thank you very much!"

An Jing smiled gracefully and said, "This is nothing, let's go quickly."

An Jing led Ye Xiaoxiao to a small road. Not long after they left, a figure slowly appeared where they were. After hesitating for a while, he followed him.

At the same time, in the lobby of the Tsing Yi Museum, a man with slightly white temples, a tall figure and a sword at his waist came slowly with a group of people.

At the other end, Yu Min, the owner of the Tsing Yi Pavilion, walked out first, with a bright smile on his face and cupped his fists.

"Sect Master Ling, long time no see!"

Ling Yong, the master of Donghai Pavilion, has been immersed in kendo since he was a child. In his first battle, he fought three seventh-level swordsmen alone. At the age of forty, he advanced to ninth-level swordsmanship. His strength is also top-notch among the older generation.

Ling Yong smiled and said: "I have brought Zongli here to establish a good relationship with the owner."

"Okay, okay!"

Yu Min said happily: "Our saint is resting in her room. I will send someone to bring her over later and let the two young people take a look."

"That's very good."

Ling Yong smiled and waved to the back, "Mu Yao! Come out and say hello to all the elders!"...

The people behind me looked at me, and I looked at you, but there was no response.

The corners of Ling Yong's mouth twitched and she shouted twice more
To be continued...