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The two disciples who were leading the way felt their legs go weak and almost kneel down. Then, as if avoiding a plague, they avoided Yun Jinxiu and Murong Li.

Not far away, Guo Yu was leading a group of people and walking over with large strides. When he saw Yun Jinxiu, Guo Yu unexpectedly turned gloomy, walked up to him and laughed apologetically and said loudly: "So it's Yunche, I thought it was some beast that ate the heart of a bear!"

Murong Li let out an evil laugh, "Ah, the Martial King."

Yun Jinxiu did not ponder too deeply into it. She only glanced at Guo Yu and spoke with a clear expression: "It seems that the Great Clan Elder's eyes are not too good."

Guo Yu was furious from the bottom of his heart. This brat, was doted on by the sect leader, yet he did not put him, the Great Clan Elder, in his eyes. He did not give him any face, it seemed like he did not know who was in charge here!

"Hehe, boy, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you enter the tomb at this time, don't be scared to the point of peeing your pants! "Hahaha!" Guo Yu laughed and raised his hand as if he was an elder treating a junior, wanting to pat Yun Jinxiu's head.

He was just a good-for-nothing brat, yet he still dared to be impudent in front of him!

As he thought of this, the hand that was slapping down became even more powerful. There was even a faint sound of an explosion.

"Pah!"

A heavy palm landed right on top of his head, followed by a miserable scream. A disciple with a head full of blood fell to the ground, rolling around while holding his head.

Guo Yu's face suddenly turned ugly. The palmar strength had clearly been aimed at Gong Yunche, but he did not expect its palm to land on his most beloved disciple!

He had used quite a bit of strength. With such a palm, this disciple would probably be crippled!

"Great Elder's gaze is indeed not good." Yun Jinxiu laughed coldly, "You saw it correctly the next time you make a move?"

With that, he ignored the extremely gloomy Guo Yu and walked forward.

Murong Li opened his mouth as well, and said with an arrogant expression: "Let, let, a good dog does not block our way."

The group of disciples subconsciously retreated to the two sides, and watched Murong Li walk past them with a convulsed face, without any reaction.

Looking at Murong Li who was passing through with his big thorns, Guo Yu said sinisterly: "Do you know this person?"

Everyone immediately shook their heads.

Guo Yu snorted: Send people to keep an eye on them!

At this moment, a figure was standing on a steep mountain peak that led to the Northern Plains. He was wearing an ordinary linen robe that fluttered wildly in the wind.

The wings of his nose were slightly wide, and there were even a few freckles on his cheeks. He stood there, staring at the tent not far away, and then immediately smiled: "Yue Er, is what you said true?"

He lowered his head. In his hand was a jagged white bone that had been chewed on. Although it had been cleaned clean and tidy, it still left an eerie impression.

He gently caressed it. After a long while, he lightly knocked it away. The white bone was blown away by the wind.

A ghost-like figure slowly appeared in front of him. His pitch-black robe extended like the night sky, and a strange bronze mask covered that person's face. That person stood there silently, like a devil.

Jun Zhi lowered his head slightly, took a step forward and said respectfully: "I seem to have found it."

"Seems like?" Under the bronze mask, the voice was hoarse and terrifying.

"Yun Xiu has already caught him. We only need to check if Yun Family has that thing with him." Jun Zhi said in a low voice.

A ghastly sneer came from under the bronze mask, "It doesn't matter whether I have it with me or not. There's no need to keep it any longer. The clan is busy right now, we have to hurry back."

Jun Zhi answered at once, before changing the topic, "According to the information I obtained, that Yun Jiang still has a daughter."

The Bronze Mask harrumphed, "Let's kill them together."

Jun Zhi muttered to herself irresolutely for a long time, "Yes." For some reason, he did not say the three words Yun Jinxiu.

Standing in front of the Northern Plains grave, Yun Jinxiu suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head back abruptly, and looked into the distance.

Just now, she felt a layer of cold air strangely emitting from her back.

That chill seemed to come from the depths of her soul, causing her to instantly feel suffocated. But all she could see was emptiness. Where was half a person?

"What's wrong?" Seeing her strange expression, Murong Li could not help but ask.

The glint in Yun Jinxiu's eyes deepened as he said faintly, "I'm fine."

Was she being too vigilant?

However, for some reason, deep in her heart, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

frowned slightly, something had happened to Ling Yue, he was not there, Ling Yue had died horribly, Jun Zhi was not there either, or rather, he suddenly disappeared.

She remembered that Jun Zhi had come to find the Yun Family, and secretly, she had always been on guard against this man, but now, why did he suddenly disappear?

Did it disappear, or was it hiding in the darkness?

"Sigh." Murong Li's voice pulled Yun Jinxiu back to reality once again, "What are you daydreaming for?"

Yun Jinxiu glanced at the entrance of the tomb. Below the magical eye, the blood fog was continuously flowing out of the tomb.

Saying that, he turned around and left.

Murong Li's mouth twitched, she was really a woman who talked to herself, there was no room for negotiation!

However, this tomb path indeed gave off a gloomy feeling. He then looked at the disciples that were entering and exiting the tomb path, he scratched his chin and thought for a moment, then turned around and followed Yun Jinxiu.

Nightfall had arrived, and in the open northern plains, torches flickered.

In the dark blue sky, there was only a single moon. The originally bright moonlight, however, had now become somewhat strange due to the layers of blood fog that covered the northern plains.

An old tree stood under the full moon. Its withered branches were in a ferocious state of old age. It was pitch black and no longer had any life force.

The ground was filled with dead leaves. As the wind blew, the leaves were swept up with a "hualala" sound, and a piece of the leaves landed in Yun Jinxiu's hands.

She paused for a moment and picked up the leaf to examine it. This was the season when the leaf would flourish. There was a single leaf that was not extraordinary, but all of the leaves on the tree had withered ….

"Don't go near that tree!" Yun Jinxiu suddenly said.

Just as he was about to lean on the tree trunk, Murong Li's body stiffened, she twisted her body and barely avoided the danger: "Is there a problem?"

Yun Jinxiu opened his magical eye's eyes and looked at the tree. Only now did he notice it, only to see that the tree was densely covered in carrion, causing Yun Jinxiu's expression to change, he suddenly pulled Murong Li back, and casually threw away the leaf in his hand.

The rotten meat was still squirming and gnawing at the withered tree. Yun Jinxiu could even hear the sound of "geji geji".

Ah!

Suddenly, a scream was heard from afar.

Yun Jinxiu suddenly turned his head to look, only to see disciples covered in blood running out from the tunnel.

"He's dead!" "He's dead!"

Those disciples loudly shouted, startling everyone who was stationed there.

Guo Yu rushed out of the tent and shouted loudly: "Don't get near the grave!"