A burst of cold air came.

There was a faint force of wind and thunder.

There was a white shadow of the moon flashing past in front of my eyes.

By the time Yingqian could see clearly, someone had already grabbed his wrist.

Nalan Yue lost a bit of spiritual power and passed it into Ying Qian's body. When he found out her current condition, his expression suddenly became a little colder.

"How could this be?"

This was the first time for him to see Yingqian suffer such serious injuries.

Not only is the spiritual power inexhaustible.

Even the meridians have been damaged.

It seems to be caused by lack of spiritual power and forced influence.

Nalan Yue stared closely at her, and her wrists were a little painful from his grasp.

Yingqian struggled a bit, but failed, and was held even tighter.

She swallowed all the pills first, took a breath, and then said:

"It's just a small accident. I will explain it to the head brother later, but let's get down to business first."

He rummaged through the blueprint and found a bunch of pills. When he saw Nalan Yue's frost-covered face, he immediately frowned, feeling distressed and anxious:

"Third Senior Brother, Yingqian is so seriously injured, so please stop tormenting her!"

He rarely spoke seriously.

Seeing that Nalan Yue still didn't let go, she quickly stretched her neck and shouted:

"Brother, head master, Yingqian is injured!"

The voice of Blueprint.

Called out everyone in the library.

Qin Qinglang was the first to show up. When he saw Ying Qian like this, he was immediately frightened and angry.

Before he spoke, Yingqian took the lead and said:

"Don't ask! I'll tell you later!"

She has never had much respect for Qin Qinglang.

She also knew that he would never annoy her.

"The blueprint, tell me everything she needs."

Qin Qinglang first glared at Yingqian angrily, then looked at Nalan Yue. When he spoke again, his voice had become much quieter:

"Third Junior Brother, let go of Ying Qian. This is not the time to let you run wild."

Nalan Yue frowned even more tightly.

The usually expressionless handsome face also had a clear look of anger.

He can fight with Yingqian.

But others want to bully her...

dream!

"No matter who it is, I will kill him."

Nalan Yue only left this sentence and took two steps back.

He had a gloomy handsome face.

Don't speak again.

Yingqian grinned, feeling a little moved in his heart.

She raised her eyebrows at Nalan Yue, gave her an arrogant look, and said:

"I'm just a demon cultivator. He's already dead. Will I suffer a loss?"

Yunying wanted to speak.

It's rare to see an infant in such a distressed state.

She was naturally happy and wanted to take the opportunity to say a few words.

But Qin Qinglang suddenly spoke.

"Now that Yingqian is here, we will go back and continue to discuss this matter. This matter is of great importance. It is related to the life and death of our Qingheng Mountain. It must not be underestimated."

Everyone responded in unison.

Yingqian swallowed all the pills handed over by the blueprint and followed them into the inner hall.

A long table.

Seven monks.

All the pavilion masters from Qingheng Mountain gathered here.

Except for Yingqian, everyone has a solemn look on every face.

"What happened?"

Yingqian looked at Qin Qinglang and asked:

"I've only been away for a few days, why does it seem like everything has changed?"

"It's just that things have changed."

Lantu sighed and glanced at Qin Qinglang. Seeing that he didn't want to stop him, he explained to Yingqian:

"Three hundred miles away from our Qingheng Mountain, an abyssal crack suddenly appeared."

"Abyssal rift?"

"This is no ordinary abyss crack."

After considering the language, Blueprint added:

"The crack seems to be alive. It is constantly expanding and growing, and none of the monks who went in to explore can come out. Elder Humen of the Hundred Eyes Sect accidentally passed by and was swallowed by the crack. He has not yet been able to return. He should

yes..."

His voice paused.

There was a look of intolerance on his face.

He didn't continue talking.

"The elder of the Hundred Eyes Sect has a very high level of cultivation and should not be much weaker than us."

Qin Qinglang finally spoke.

His voice was solemn.

Although the abyss crack was closest to Qingheng Mountain, there was no trace of panic on his body.

Yingqian touched his chin and asked again:

"In addition to the expansion of the cracks, what other changes have occurred?"

A faint light flashed from Qin Qinglang's eyes.

The atmosphere in the inner hall suddenly became solemn.

It seemed like even the sound of breathing had stopped in an instant.

There was a long silence.

It was Nalan Yue who spoke.

"After the crack swallowed the elder Tomon, it failed to continue growing and instead shrank a bit."

"When other immortal sects came to visit before, when they talked about this matter, they all thought that although Elder Humen died, the crack was also damaged. If there were a few more monks, maybe this weird crack would disappear."

Yunying answered the question, took out a pomelo-yellow brocade handkerchief from her sleeve, hid it in front of her lips, and said with a smile:

"Junior Sister Yingqian kept asking, are you trying to sacrifice yourself to keep Qingheng Mountain safe?"

"Yunying!" Qin Qinglang glanced at him and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense."

The aura full of warning suddenly descended, causing Yunying to turn pale immediately.

She quickly lowered her head.

Tighten your red lips.

Yunying was about to admit her mistake to Qin Qinglang.

When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I bumped into Ying Qian.

She still looked carefree.
To be continued...