The next day, the sky was just dawning, the fog was still very heavy, and the heat of the sun had not yet dispersed the heavy fog, so Fengyun Wuji left the teahouse and came to the street.

There were already people on the street who were busy with their own affairs, all kinds of cries and selling were endless, Fengyun Wuji came to a place to have breakfast, asked for a breakfast to eat, and at the same time the divine sense extended to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and after finding that there was nothing abnormal, he got up after eating and came directly to the teleportation array.

A flash of spiritual light, Fengyun Wuji left, it has been ten days since the last time he came to Yanyimen, the sun is already high, and the thick fog slowly dissipates, only in some cold places, leaving some dewdrops, indicating that they have been to this city.

"I really don't know, you just beat me to death, I don't know!" Huang Biao's voice could be heard from afar, and Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, what was going on, so he quickened his pace.

I saw that Huang Biao and more than a dozen teenagers were hanging in front of the door of Yanyimen, surrounded by a group of people, pointing at them and whispering to them.

Huang Biao's body and face were covered with blood, his face was pale and weak, his clothes were cracked by the leather whip and countless holes, sticking to the blood, and drops of blood fell off his feet and fell to the ground, forming a shallow blood pit.

Wang Ziheng and the rest of the dozen or so teenagers were in a coma, and the injuries on their bodies were no less than those on Huang Biao's body.

In front of them were more than a dozen disciples of the original Yan Sect, all holding leather whips, slowly whipping them on their bodies, and from time to time to dip salt water to ensure that every wound on their bodies could be stained with salt water.

Fengyun Wuji's divine sense swept away and found so much, and suddenly his heart was furious, and he shouted: "Stop!"

Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers looked over, and when they saw Fengyun Wuji, they immediately automatically made way for him to open a passage, but they remembered that ten days ago, it was this person who killed Yang Cun, the master of Yanyimen, and Li Chengyu, the deputy master.

"Who is it? dare to me, Yan Yimen's affairs!" The Yanyi Sect disciple with a leather whip in his hand did not see Fengyun Wuji's figure, because he didn't turn his head at all.

Fengyun Wuji walked forward slowly, his steps were heavy and powerful, setting off the anger in his heart, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his face was covered with frost, and he said in an icy cold voice: "It's me!"

"Ah, is that you?" After the disciple who spoke just now turned his head and saw Fengyun Wuji, he was immediately shocked, and said to the person behind him: "Go and tell the door master!"

Fengyun didn't care about shocking the world, and with a wave of his hands, more than a hundred sword qi suddenly flew directly towards more than a dozen Yanyi disciples who were executed.

"Poof. Poof!" The sound sounded in a row, and the sword qi all penetrated their throats or hearts, and there was no room for resistance at all, this was of course the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, but it was related to the cultivation of these disciples who were generally in the Qi cultivation period.

Suddenly, the ground was blood-red, and the sword trick in his hand changed, and suddenly the ropes on more than a dozen people including Huang Biao and Wang Ziheng were cut, and they all collapsed to the ground.

With a wave of his right hand, more than a dozen people were suddenly moved out of the front of Yanyimen under the control of spiritual power, and arrived at the place where Fengyun Wuji stretched out his hand.

"What kind of person dares to spread wild outside my Yanyi Gate, and he is impatient?" an old man in black with a black face and only white eyes and teeth could be seen coming out of the Yanqi Gate and shouted loudly.

"Uncle An Ming, this person is the one who killed Yang Menzhong and Deputy Master Li. A monk from the foundation building period stepped forward and whispered in the ear of the old man in black.

"It's that you killed my two nephews who corrupted the door, for the sake of you doing me a favor, as long as you hand over what you got from Yanyimen, I will let you go. The old man in black grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and said slowly.

Fengyun Wuji suddenly understood that this black-clothed old man named An Ming was the one who offered the reward, but he didn't expect them to be the same cannibalism, so he couldn't help but smile coldly and said, "Impossible!"

An Ming saw that Fengyun Wuji disagreed, so he frowned, he knew the combat power of his two teachers and nephews, he was not an opponent at all, the person in front of him could kill both of them, and his strength should be above him, so he thought in his heart and said: "Okay! For the sake of your efforts, you just need to hand over the treasure on Yang Cun's body." ”

"Treasure, what treasure?" Fengyun Wuji was stunned for a moment and asked.

An Ming saw that Fengyun Wuji was pretending to be stupid, so he said angrily: "It's that treasure that can defend against the attack of the divine sense, but someone saw you put away Yang Cun's corpse with their own eyes." ”

Fengyun Wuji suddenly remembered, he didn't bother to check it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he immediately took the storage bracelet he got from Li Chengyu from his waist, sank his divine sense into it, and got Yang Cun's corpse out and threw it on the ground.

An Ming immediately pounced on Yang Cun's corpse, burst his head with one punch, took out a broken black bell from it, and laughed: "I didn't expect this golden bell to finally fall into my hands." ”

"Senior brother, you dead ghost, I asked you to pass the golden bell to me back then, but you didn't agree, but expelled me from the division and passed the golden bell to Yang Cun, now you can see it, this golden bell finally fell into my hands and fell on my hands!" An Ming said frantically to the sky.

When all the disciples of Yanyimen heard this, they all looked at An Ming with an incredulous gaze, but they didn't expect An Ming to hide so deeply, the mysterious death of the old master many years ago is estimated to be his hand.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Feng Yunji couldn't help but be interested, the treasure that can cause internal strife is definitely not ordinary.

An Ming flipped his hand, put the golden bell away, and said with a smile of divine sense: "I'll let you see it for a long time today, I think that my Yanyi Sect thousands of years ago, it was also a sect that had a place in the Sky City, but unfortunately because of this treasure, it was destroyed in one fell swoop, and I don't know the origin." ”

"Kill him!" The disciples of Yan Yumen suddenly surrounded An Ming, and several of the disciples of the foundation building period shouted.

Fengyun Wuji happily watched the joke, so he came to Huang Biao's body, his divine sense swept their bodies, and found that they were all right, so he took out a bottle of elixir for treating external injuries, handed it to Huang Biao and said, "Hurry up and heal!"

An Ming was a master in the late stage of Jindan, even if several monks in the late stage of foundation building besieged him, his face did not change, and his big hand swung several spiritual shields in a row, blocking all the attacks used in front of him.

Reaching out and flipping it, he took the golden bell in his hand, and shook it at the people around him, and suddenly the golden bell was stimulated by spiritual power, sending out a circle of invisible ripples, which slowly spread.

All those who were attacked by the ripples became glazed eyes, as if they had lost their souls, and stood there stiff and motionless.

"Hahaha!" An Ming laughed loudly, watching that the people besieging him were all controlled by the Admiralty, and suddenly sighed: "This thing is really like the legend, it can control the mind of a person who cultivates himself!"

In his heart, he secretly said to Yang Cun: "Senior nephew, you don't know the power of this thing, that's why you will kill the enemy, if you can use this thing, then this Central City is not at your disposal." ”

The left hand quickly pinched the trick, and suddenly a spiritual power blade quickly took shape, An Ming waved his hand, and suddenly the spiritual power blade was under the control of his divine sense and magic technique, and quickly harvested the lives of the Yanqimen disciples, and the Yanqimen disciples seemed to not know the pain, and lined up one by one to wait for the spiritual power blade to be added.

Fengyun Wuji couldn't help but have a strong interest in the golden bell in An Ming's hand, and at the same time he was a little disdainful of An Ming's cruel behavior.

An Ming, who killed people, suddenly felt very happy in his heart, and Ang Tian laughed and said: "Senior brother, your Yanyi Gate was destroyed by me, you are happy!"

Then his eyes stared around, and suddenly the people around him immediately scattered and fled, leaving only Fengyun Wuji and Huang Biao and others behind him.

"Boy, don't want to live today!" An Ming's eyes stared at Fengyun Wuji, and said fiercely, his face, which was as black as lacquer, because of its distortion and deformation, made people see that this was a human face, and all organs were obvious.

After finishing speaking, the golden bell in An Ming's hand shook vigorously towards Fengyun Wuji, and suddenly an invisible ripple entangled Fengyun Wuji, directly entering his sea of consciousness.

Fengyun Wuji saw that the golden bell seemed to be a Buddhist thing, so the golden body of the Buddha suddenly returned to the sea of knowledge, and began to read the scriptures quickly, trying to restrain the attack of the golden bell.

In fact, he is not afraid of divine sense attacks, with Wen Shenlian's presence, no divine sense attack can hurt him, and the return of the Buddha's golden body to the sea of consciousness is just in case.

In the sea of knowledge, the invisible ripples vibrate, flying directly to the heart of the sea of knowledge, and along the way, the soul tree, the thunder pool, and Wen Shenlian did not have any reaction.

Fengyun Wuji was suddenly in a hurry, controlling the golden body of the Buddha to block in front of the invisible ripples, sending out bursts of Zen singing, and suddenly the golden light in the sea of knowledge was victorious, illuminating the entire sea of knowledge, and countless scriptures formed symbols one by one, emerging from the mouth of the golden body of the Buddha, and the golden body of the Buddha was spinning rapidly.

After the Soul Eater Gu flying in the Sea of Consciousness was attacked by the invisible ripples, they fell from mid-air one after another, landing on the ground of the Sea of Knowledge, and froze and did not move, the Soul Eater Spirit Gu, who had always made a living by devouring the Sea of Knowledge, was actually hit.

With a "hum", the golden bell in An Ming's hand was unexpectedly out of his control, let out a trembling sound, and turned into a black light and flew into Fengyun Wuji's eyebrows, and at this time, Fengyun Wuji's eyes were dull, and he didn't have the slightest power to resist, in fact, his mind was immersed in the sea of knowledge, and he didn't notice the situation outside at all.