Although Pan Ling'er was reluctant to leave, Chi Yan insisted on sending someone to escort her back to Baidu Village and took Hu Qingpeng all the way north. The little girl wiped her tears and waved goodbye to Hu Qingpeng step by step, and made an appointment to meet again in the future.

After leaving the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, crossing the Jinsha River, and heading north along the Yalong River, the terrain gradually rises, and the Shaluli Mountains and the Daxue Mountains are endless, and the towering snow peaks can be seen. Although it is only September when autumn begins, it is already very cold in the mountains in northwest Sichuan, which makes Hu Qingpeng, who cannot use his true energy to keep warm, suffer a lot. Fortunately, Chi Yan knows the folklore along the way and talks with his vast sea and sky, and he doesn't feel lonely during the journey.

After a thousand miles of itinerary, the two finally arrived near Bayankala Mountain. This is one of the most majestic and highest mountain ranges in southern Qinghai, almost running through the entire Qinghai area, echoing the Qilian Mountains in the north, and like a pair of huge arms, protecting the famous Qaidam Basin. Bayankala Mountain is covered with snow all year round, and white ice covers the mountains, reflecting a holy light, as if it has protected the earthly grasslands under its feet forever, and is regarded as a "holy mountain" that countless Tibetans can't despise. The Yellow River, which irrigates Chinese civilization, originates from this.

The closer you get to this towering mountain range, the more you feel its magic and greatness. Along the way, you can often see believers bowing step by step, crawling on the ground, praying devoutly to the "Holy Mountain", and praying in your ears.

Chi Yan looked at the snow mountain range and said, "This mountain is not only the Holy Spirit Mountain for Buddhists, but also the Holy City and altar of the first sect. All disciples of the Divine Cult are proud to be able to enter the Holy City to serve the sect leader. If there is no summoning of the sect leader, believers below the fourth level are not allowed to enter the holy city." In the Demon Cult, all believers except the sect leader are divided into ten levels. Those with higher levels represent a high position and great power. The elder of the Demon Cult is a ninth level disciple.

Hu Qingpeng has officially held a ceremony to enter the sect under the auspices of Chi Yan, becoming a first-class disciple of the Demon Sect, and said, "Will you take me into the city without authorization violate the rules of this sect and be criticized?"

Chi Yan laughed and said, "Rules are determined by people and should be destroyed. If you are bound by your hands and feet, how can you achieve great things!"

Entering the Bayankala Mountains, there is a small town built along the mountain, guarding the throat of the road like a vulture. The merchants and horse teams from all over the world all rest here. Almost every inn is crowded with people, and you can hear the local dialect of all over the world. The markets opened in the town are even more lively, with local specialties everywhere, especially the transactions of grain, tea, salt, etc. are the most storm. This is an outer stronghold secretly controlled by the Demon Cult, and it is also a must-pass road to the Holy City. Any movement cannot escape the Demon Cult's eyeliner.

Chi Yan's red hair was very eye-catching. As soon as he stepped into the town, a disciple of the Demon Sect dressed as an ordinary person immediately came up and respectfully invited the two to a clean and tidy inn. After the two washed slightly, Chi Yan called the shopkeeper and asked directly: "Shopkeeper Zhang, is there any news about Elder Yi's disappearance in Wumeng Mountain?" They had been trekking in the mountainous area for several days, and the contact was interrupted, and they were not sure about the progress of searching for Yi Wufeng.

The shopkeeper Zhang is a disciple who is a full-time student in the Demon Sect who collects and organizes information from various places. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Go back to the eldest son, after Elder Yi disappeared in Wumeng Mountain, we sent a total of 287 people to search. It has been thirty-one days so far, but Elder Yi's whereabouts have not been found, nor has her body been found." While speaking, he looked at Hu Qingpeng from the corner of his eyes.

Hu Qingpeng's heart sank, and the unknown shadow pressed his chest like a heavy lead. After such a long period of large-scale search, it was natural to see people, death to see corpses, how could there be no news? Could it be that she unfortunately sank into the bottom of the river, was eaten by fish and shrimp, and buried in the mud forever? Every day, Yi Wufeng's hope of survival decreased by one point, becoming increasingly slim. He didn't even dare to think too much about what if Yi Wufeng really passed away? He could only pray to God, begging for a miracle to come to Yi Wufeng.

Chi Yan frowned and said, "You send a message to the person who led the team. Without my consent, the search operation must not be stopped! If you find Elder Yi, everyone will remember a great achievement. If you do not do anything well and cannot find useful clues, you will be severely punished!"

Manager Zhang said: "I promise to deliver the young master's original words to you."

Chi Yan nodded: "You go and do it right now!"

"Yes!" Zhang Manager Zhang bowed a little and left the guest room. After returning to his bedroom, he immediately drafted two secret letters, one sent to send someone out, and the other was tied to the snow eagle's legs, sneaking to the backyard and letting it fly.

After resting for a night, the next day, the two followed a team of disciples of the Demon Cult to head towards the Holy City. The Demon Cult is responsible for escorting grain, oil and other goods, rushing the convoy to lead the way forward, while Chi Yan and Hu Qingpeng rode their horses at the end of the team.

When passing a canyon that day, as soon as the convoy entered the entrance of the valley, several Tibetans rushed over to the yak herd, and accidentally blocked Chi Yan and Hu Qingpeng's horses and blocked them outside the canyon. Because the mountain road was narrow, the two could only stop the horse and avoid the side of the road, allowing the yak herd to pass first. The Tibetans shouted loudly, and their whips were waving in the air, making a sound, approaching them intentionally or unintentionally.

Chi Yanhun didn't care and pointed ahead and said, "After crossing the canyon, I will reach the holy city of our sect in two days. Whether you are alive or dead, you will understand after I have seen the leader."

Hu Qingpeng smiled faintly and said, "What's the joy of life? Why not be afraid of death!"

Chi Yan smiled, his heart moved, and suddenly jumped into the air. Almost at the same time, dozens of poisonous needles as thin as cow hair flashed and all shot into his mount. The Tibetans lifted their thick robes, took out the hidden steel swords, danced like snow, and rushed towards Chi Yan regardless of their lives. In an instant, murderous aura soared into the sky, and endless sword light tore the air, eager to swallow Chi Yan.

This assassination was so sudden that Hu Qingpeng couldn't believe his eyes. Oh my God, in the core area controlled by the Demon Cult, the eldest disciple of the Demon Cult leader was actually assassinated! If it weren't for the problem with the Demon Cult's defense system, there was a fierce factional dispute within the Demon Cult. The martial arts of these killers were weird and ruthless, and their cooperation was extremely tacit, almost seamless, and Chi Yan couldn't breathe for a while. Hu Qingpeng became more and more frightened as he looked. If two more killers were added, even those who were as strong as Chi Yan would be injured! Strange, since the mastermind dared to murder Chi Yan, he must have had a meticulous plan in advance, how could such an obvious omission occur? Unless he had other plans! With this in mind, a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly hit his heart, and his hands pushed the horse's back and rolled down from the saddle.

Without any warning, a terrible sword light suddenly emerged from the rang yaks, slashing hard on the saddle, cutting Hu Qingpeng's mount into two pieces in half. The horse screamed and neighed, and the internal organs and blood in the abdomen rushed out, quickly dyeing the snow red.

As soon as Hu Qingpeng fell off his horse's back, he was splattered with fishy horse blood, and he felt quite uncomfortable. He instinctively wiped the blood on his face, and saw a flash of human figure, and a long and bright sword had pierced into his chest like lightning. If Hu Qingpeng had not lost his skills, he could at least five ways to avoid this fatal quick knife, but at this moment he could only barely avoid the heart and mouth part of his left chest.

With a sniff, the sharp blade penetrated straight into his right chest. As soon as the tip of the knife pierced his skin, the internal true energy contained in the knife had already shaken his blood and surging. He opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood, spraying on the killer's face.

Hu Qingpeng clearly felt the strange coldness and pain when the blade stabbed into the throne. He didn't even see the killer's appearance clearly. Only a thought flashed through his mind - he would definitely die this time! At this moment, the steel knife suddenly lost its original force and stopped advancing! Hu Qingpeng looked in shock and saw the killer's eyes bulging, his throat roaring a few times, and he leaned down unwillingly to the ground, not moving.

Hu Qingpeng was inexplicably. The other party could kill him with his hands raised, so why did he feel ruthless at the critical moment? He turned the killer over and was shocked. In just a moment, the killer's face became swollen and bigger, his skin became dark, and wisps of black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, which seemed to have been poisoned to death. Hu Qingpeng suddenly realized that the poisonous blood in his body was the most poisonous thing in the world. His opponent was sprayed at close range, so how could he resist such a severe poison? Escape from death is so dangerous. He was shocked and puzzled, who designed this killing game?

Suddenly, Chi Yan roared loudly and rushed into the knife curtain. The iron fist was shot out, and the killers were knocked away several feet away. He shook his body and landed in front of Hu Qingpeng. Seeing that he was covered in blood and a steel knife was inserted into his chest, he was shocked and angry and asked anxiously: "How is your injury? Can you stand it?"

Although Hu Qingpeng looked horrible, he was not fatally injured after all. He whispered: "If you don't stop the bleeding for me, I'm afraid I can't wait to see the Holy City and die." Chi Yan hurriedly sealed the acupoints near his wound, and then pulled out the steel knife. Fortunately, Hu Qingpeng was wearing very thick clothes because he was afraid of the cold, and the killer failed to use all his strength. The tip of the knife only pierced the lung lobes, and the wound was not too deep.

Chi Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly: "I, Chi Yan, have been in the world for many years and have experienced countless strong winds and waves. Today, I was careless and almost overturned the boat in the gutter. If you were killed, how could I have the face to step into the holy city in the future?" While saying that, he stopped bleeding and bandaged the wound. The other party entangled him with several dead soldiers, creating the illusion of assassination of him, reducing his alertness to him and Hu Qingpeng. Then the real killer hidden in the herd of cattle took the opportunity to attack Hu Qingpeng. If Hu Qingpeng had not had a special physique and extremely powerful poisonous blood, Chi Yan would have fallen into a big fuss at the door of his house.

Hu Qingpeng asked in confusion: "This place is only two days away from the Holy Trip. It is logical that no one outside the church will get in. Why does this happen? And when the other party is planning, the main target is me. Why is this?"

Chi Yan's face turned cold, and his eyes flashed with light and dark flames, and he slowly said: "There is no second person except my third junior brother within a radius of thousands of miles!"

Hu Qingpengqi said: "Who is your junior brother? Do I have any deep hatred with him?"

Chi Yan said: "My junior brother is Cheng Ying. He is scheming and vicious. He is known as the "Little Young Master". He is a handsome handsome man with a stroke in this sect. He tried every means to pursue Xiaofeng, trying to take her for himself, and finally forced Xiaofeng to go southwest to avoid his harassment. You first won Xiaofeng's heart, and then implicated her in the water and disappeared. Just imagine, Cheng Ying would not hate you? In order to kill you, he used his own secretly to train the dead soldiers for many years." He glanced at the dead horse that was broken into two pieces, and then said: "The one who assassinated you should be the most elite "Seven Shura" under Cheng Ying's command. Fortunately, you were alert enough to avoid his first sword that was ready to be successful, otherwise Cheng Ying's plan to kill two birds with one stone will succeed!"

Hu Qingpeng said with lingering fear: "I understand that he killed me, why do you intend to attack your prestige? Are you not your brothers?"

Chi Yan laughed silently: "Do you know what the creed advocated in this sect is? That is, the strong are kings! If anyone wants to gain greater power, they must have super martial arts and minds, and must have a close friend who firmly supports himself. The leaders of all generations have reached the top after countless battles. For thousands of years, which leader has not been covered with the blood of his fellow disciples!"

Hu Qingpeng fought a cold war and murmured: "What do you mean is Cheng Ying the enemy you are fighting for the next leader?"

Chi Yan nodded: "No, right! The three of us brothers have their own advantages and all have the hope of winning the throne of the next leader. Although we are not afraid to fight openly, it is inevitable to cast hidden arrows. If you cannot understand the creed of this sect thoroughly, you cannot gain a foothold in the sect and will be killed by others at any time. What you learned in the Hengshan School before will not work for us. Whether you can adapt and survive depends entirely on your own understanding. I cannot protect you for the rest of your life. You must rely on your own fists to open a way of life, and there is no other choice."

Hu Qingpeng stared at the dead corpses on the ground blankly, and the trauma in his chest was thrilling, and he truly understood the cruelty of survival in the Demon Sect. The survival of the weak and the use of any means is the law of survival within the Demon Sect. Under such harsh laws, no one dares to relax and slack off. If you don’t want to lie in the wilderness, the only way is to have strong power to make your enemies afraid. The ruthless and peaceful people in the Baidaozhong practiced, and the courtesy, righteousness, benevolence and love are nothing to do with the Demon Sect. They are completely different things. At that moment, a deep breath of air and said word by word: "Don't worry, I can't die before, and I will never be killed so easily in the future. Whoever wants to kill me, I will live better than him!"

Two days later, the group arrived at the edge of the holy city without any danger. There were countless tall and white icicles erected on the flat ground between the two steep snow peaks, with thick bottoms and pointed to the blue sky like countless swords. The scene was spectacular. Each icicles were several feet high, and the gap between them was enough for two carriages to pass side by side. People suddenly felt their own insignificance when they walked through them.

Seeing that the snow in the icicle was only a thin layer, Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chi Yan, is there any formation hidden?" After any dangerous formation arrangement, it will absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming an invisible barrier within the range covered by the formation, making it difficult for birds to cross and snowflakes to enter.

Chi Yan praised: "You have quite a bit of eyesight! This formation is the "Ten Directions Soul Array" secretly passed down by this sect. It is said that it was passed down in ancient times. Once it is activated, the wind and snow roar and the ice blades are fired. Even if there are thousands of troops, it is difficult to escape. Unfortunately, no one has seen its earth-shaking power in the past five hundred years."

After passing through the Great Soul Formation, the clear eyes suddenly became clear. This is a vast valley surrounded by towering snow-capped mountains. The first thing that jumped into my eyes was a green and transparent lake. The waves rippling, the further away the color became darker, gradually transitioning to sky blue, gently patting the rocks on the shore. The cliffs on the right side of the Bihu Lake were as sharp as the left side was a gentle slope, covered with lush grass, and a slightly higher place was regularly distributed with unique shapes, like stars arching the moon towards a black temple built along the mountain. That black temple

The whole body is made of huge stones, as high as five feet tall, naturally exuding a majestic momentum. There is a square in front of the door. Behind the temple, countless tall and thick cedars grow, and a mountain road winds up, passing through the pine forest, and reaching a magnificent palace located on the hillside. The palace is nearly a hundred feet away from the ground and is also made of black huge stones, but the roof of the hall is covered with thick ice and snow, shining brightly under the sunlight, making people suck it. Hu Qingpeng's eyesight is extraordinary and he vaguely saw the blood-red large letter "War God Palace" written in cinnabar above the entrance of the palace.

Chi Yan pointed to the black temple and said, "That is the altar of Ben Cult, which enshrines the remains and statues of the God of War. It is also the place where Ben Cult holds important ceremonies and worships his ancestors. The palace located on the mountainside is the place where the leader lives on a daily basis - the 'God of War Palace'! It is a symbol of supreme power and the soul of Ben Cult." The eyes unconsciously revealed the flames of desire.
Chapter completed!