In the dark dungeon, the atmosphere was strangely tense for a while.
Su Ruohuan clenched the long sword in her hand, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and stared at Yun Zhan who suddenly appeared warily. "You... why are you here?"
Yun Zhan was dressed in white, his eyes swept over the two Divine Sword Mountain disciples who had passed out on the ground, and his tone was calm. "It's my turn to ask you this."
"My father is dead, can't I come to him and ask him for details?" Su Ruohuan said loudly.
Yun Zhan didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, as if to say: Do you need to stun all the guards?
Seeing him feeling guilty, Su Ruohuan glared hard, flipped her wrist, and threw several red smoke bombs directly at Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan's eyes moved slightly, and he swung the sword forward with the scabbard in his hand. The sharp sword wind instantly swept those small balls to the stone wall aside. There were a few crisp "pop" sounds, and before the red smoke dispersed, they were forcibly suppressed in the corner by the sword energy.
The next moment, Su Ruohuan had already raised his sword and stabbed him.
"Ruohuan!" Lin Qingyang leaned against the wall and shouted to stop her, but it was already too late.
Yun Zhan didn't even draw the sword, only used the scabbard to block it. The two swords intersected, and Su Ruohuan felt numb in the tiger's mouth, and her whole body was shocked by the sword energy and she took several steps back.
She gritted her teeth and wanted to do it again, but Lin Qingyang held her shoulders down.
"Don't bother, you can't beat him." Lin Qingyang's voice was a little weak.
Su Ruohuan thought for a while, then glared at Yun Zhan and said, "You make an offer, pretend you didn't see it!"
Lin Qingyang was a little speechless, then he looked up at Yun Zhan and said bluntly, "Yun Zhan, Jiuchen want to use me to provoke a war between the two races. I can't stay here and wait to die."
Yun Zhan looked at him, was silent for a moment, and only uttered two words: "I know."
Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, so fast that Su Ruohuan didn't even react. Then he saw a flash of cold light, and the sharp sword energy passed by Lin Qingyang's body.
There were several crisp sounds of "clang", and the Black Iron heavy chains on Lin Qingyang's wrists and ankles broke and hit the ground heavily.
Su Ruohuan froze on the spot, looked at the chains on the ground, and then at Yun Zhan, with a look of astonishment on her face. "You... are you here to rob the prison too?"
Yun Zhan did not answer this obvious question and threw a baggage into Lin Qingyang's arms. Lin Qingyang opened it and saw that it was a set of clothes belonging to a disciple of Divine Sword Mountain.
Without the suppression of the chain, Lin Qingyang felt light all over, and secretly tried to mobilize Spiritual Power, but the meridians still seemed to be blocked by a mass of stagnant water, so stagnant that it hurt, and he could not move at all.
Lin Qingyang frowned, not caring about this at the moment, and neatly put the clothes on his body.
"Let's go, there is a path in the back mountain." Yun Zhan sheathed his sword, turned around and walked in front.
The three of them came out of the dungeon, and Su Ruohuan discovered that the several Divine Sword Mountain disciples who were keeping watch outside were all lying on the ground in a mess. It was obviously Yun Zhan's fault.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and the three of them walked through the intricate buildings of Divine Sword Mountain under the night light.
"Why do you want to help us?" Su Ruohuan followed Yun Zhan, but couldn't help but ask her doubts.
"I believe in Senior Lin." Yun Zhan didn't look back.
Su Ruohuan curled her lips. "But you are doing this, are you not afraid that your master will know about it? If he finds out that you are robbing a prison, he will definitely not spare you."
Yun Zhan remained silent and did not answer the call.
At this moment, a group of Divine Sword Mountain disciples patrolling with lanterns suddenly appeared from the corner ahead. The three of them paused.
"Senior Brother Yun." When the disciple who led the team saw Yun Zhan, he quickly stopped and saluted.
Yun Zhan nodded as normal. The disciples glanced at Su Ruohuan curiously. After all, it was late at night that the senior brother was wandering around with a girl in the back hill, which was quite eye-catching. But Yun Zhan usually had a lot of power, so no one dared to ask more questions. As for the disciple at the back who kept his head lowered, no one even took a second look.
The patrol saluted and left. The three of them had just breathed a sigh of relief and were about to continue walking up the mountain when an old and majestic voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Yun Zhan!"
The sound was not loud, but it made the three people's backs freeze at the same time.
The patrolling disciples who had just walked not far away stopped one after another, turned around respectfully and saluted. "Master."
Jian Hong strode out of the night with his hands behind his back, his brows knitted into a tight knot, he stared at Yun Zhan and said in a deep voice, "If you're not copying the rules in the room, what are you doing here?"
Yun Zhan took a deep breath, turned around, and said without changing his expression, "Master, I will send Miss Su down the mountain."
Su Ruohuan reacted quickly, turned around immediately, her eyes turned red at the right time, and she bowed slightly and said, "Sect Leader Jian Hong."
When Jian Hong saw Su Ruohuan, his originally stern look softened a bit, and he sighed and said, "Girl Su, don't worry, Immortal Alliance will definitely give you an explanation and never let your father die in vain."
"Thank you Sect Leader Jian Hong, then I won't bother you." Su Ruohuan wiped the corners of her eyes, turned around and wanted to pull the two of them away quickly.
"Wait a minute." Jian Hong frowned and looked past them, landing on the Divine Sword Mountain disciple behind them who kept his head lowered. "Who is he?"
The air solidified instantly. Su Ruohuan and Yun Zhan almost subconsciously took a half-step towards the middle, trying to block Lin Qingyang behind them.
This covert action made Jian Hong instantly darken his face, strode forward, and pushed the two people in front of him aside.
Through the halo of the lantern not far away, Jian Hong finally saw the disciple's face clearly.
Lin Qingyang raised his head, faced Jian Hong's shocked gaze, and twitched his lips helplessly. "Sect Leader Jian Hong, what a coincidence."
Jian Hong's pupils suddenly dilated, shocked and stunned, and then turned into overwhelming anger. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Lin Qingyang directly on Lin Qingyang's face with a strong Spiritual Power palm.
Yun Zhan's figure flashed, blocked in front of Lin Qingyang, and received the palm. At the same time, Su Ruohuan also grabbed Lin Qingyang's arm and pulled him back.
The patrolling disciples around him were all dumbfounded and stood there blankly.
"You... you two are crazy, aren't you!" Jian Hong pointed at the two people in front of him, his voice trembling with anger.
He looked at the good apprentice he had brought up from childhood and was the most proud of, and then looked at the suffering master whose father had just died at the hands of Lin Qingyang. These two people actually came to rob the prison and even protected him behind him!
"Yun Zhan How dare you rob the prison! And you!" Jian Hong pointed at Su Ruohuan, his fingers trembling, "Your father just died, and you actually saved and killed his father's enemy!"
"He didn't kill my father! It was that Jiuchen who did it!" Su Ruohuan retorted loudly with red eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jian Hong shouted angrily.
Yun Zhan looked at Jian Hong and said in a heavy tone, "Master, what Miss Su said is true. That Jiuchen is the Soul Fiend Bi Yue that appeared in Hidden Market before."
Jian Hong pointed his hand at the two of them and froze in the air. He was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he pointed at Lin Qingyang and yelled, "Lin Qingyang, you are really good at it!"
Lin Qingyang sighed and looked at Jian Hong across the two people, "Sect Leader Jian Hong, that is indeed the case. Jiuchen did not ascend at all. He is not a god, but a lonely ghost transformed by resentment. He wants to use my death to provoke a war between Human and Demon Clans."
"That's enough!" Jian Hong couldn't listen at all and interrupted him sharply, "Lin Qingyang, you killed people first, and now in order to escape, you dare to slander your own ancestors! And you used such ridiculous lies to deceive the two of them. This is extremely shameless and deserves death!"
"Master, Senior Lin didn't..." Yun Zhan wanted to persuade him again.
"Shut up!" Jian Hong glared angrily, "If you still think you are Divine Sword Mountain's person, get out of my way!"
Yun Zhan's hand holding the sword tightened, but he still stood there, not taking an inch back.
When Jian Hong saw this, his face completely darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Take down Lin Qingyang!"
Hearing this, several disciples around him drew their swords and stepped forward.
Before they could get close, Su Ruohuan swung the long sword in her hand, and several sharp wind blades rolled out from the ground, forcing the disciples to retreat.
Jian Hong was completely enraged. He snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, and the strong sword energy rushed straight towards Lin Qingyang like an overwhelming force.
"When--!"
There was a deafening sound of metal clashing.
Yun Zhan's long sword steadily withstood Jian Hong's attack. The two sword energies of the same clan collided, and the agitated air flow smashed the surrounding leaves into pieces. Jian Hong was actually forced to take half a step back by this counterattack force.
"Yun Zhan, you..." Jian Hong looked at his apprentice in disbelief.
Yun Zhan's face turned pale, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his eyes were full of guilt and struggle, but he still stood in front of him. "Master, I'm sorry."
At the moment when Jian Hong was stunned, Su Ruohuan took out all the remaining red beads and smashed them hard on the open space between the two of them.
"Bang bang bang!"
Thick red smoke exploded instantly, completely blocking everyone's sight.
"Go first!" Lin Qingyang grabbed Yun Zhan's arm.
The three of them took advantage of the chaos and plunged into the night, running towards the path in the back mountain.