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The Xing family's old house, which occupies almost one-twelfth of the entire Lucheng, is brightly lit, and even the darkest corners are illuminated, and even the rats that ran out of the night are shrunk in the hole and do not move.

A few rats couldn't help but run out, and before they could take ten steps out of the hole, they were cut into several pieces by the invisible light.

Only then did they know that they did not perceive danger, but it was all around them, and they did not dare to take risks.

The courtyard seemed to be no different from the past, and the servants from all over the place stayed in the courtyard, chatting in a low voice under the lamplight, saying that the master of the family who came to the house today was very powerful, even more powerful than the two uncles who had almost reached the level of the master of the five sects.

There were also lights burning in the study hall, and a few figures could be faintly seen walking back and forth, and outside the study hall, the servants were bowing down and waiting for the master inside, and they didn't know when it would be possible to arrange a greeting.

It's just that under all kinds of bright lights, Xing's house has already been covered with formations, and it is not lost to the Cang family at all. Except for the servants of the Xing family, who patrolled in an orderly manner, even the second and fourth uncles of the Xing family, who had the highest kung fu in the Xing family, did not come out and walk around - if they stepped on the Xing family's formation, even they might not be able to get out safely.

And under this dark and cold night, a faint golden light overflowed from Yu Hao's room, like an invisible light smoke from the Xing Mansion that patrolled your head and disappeared into the rockery in the garden.

Not long after Jin Guang left Yu Hao's room, Xing Rui's figure appeared at the closed door, hesitating several times whether to push the door, and finally saw his master cross-kneeling through the hidden window, exhaled and left again.

I didn't know that my master had arrived at the dungeon of the Xing family silently.

The dungeon of the Xing family.

Like the dungeon of the Cang family a hundred years ago, it is hidden and full of enchantments.

An ant didn't know where to get in, crawled along the corner of the wall for a long time and didn't find a way back, the tentacles probed and probed, and finally tried to crawl to the ground, but the ant just stepped on the ground, a glimmer of light, and the ant instantly turned into ashes.

Inside the dungeon, there was still silence.

Suddenly, a golden figure appeared, and Yu Hao appeared in the dungeon.

The figure is like a clear wave on the water, walking on the enchantment, and the feet and the enchantment are rippling with brilliance, and the lotus is born step by step.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, a cell, there are faint fluctuations.

Inside the cell.

His limbs were trapped in the ropes carved with the enchantment, and the pale cold moon breathed lowly, and his vitality scattered all over his body, and every breath made him miserable. This is the method used by the five sects to punish traitors, and he has endured it before, but this time it is unbearable for him.

Hanyue laboriously raised her eyes to look at the wound on her shoulder, it was all this wound-

The golden light flashed, and the cold moon was in a daze.

Now that his vitality is scattered, it is almost the same as the loss of cultivation, and he can't feel anything, but there is obviously someone here.

Who is it?

Suddenly, his chin was lifted by something, and Han Yue had to raise his head, and after seeing the golden figure in front of him, Han Yue's pupils shrank instantly.

It's him!

It was he who hurt him and put him in a bad situation.

"Cold Moon!" Yu Hao spoke.

Han Yue's pupils shrank again, and his name had not been mentioned for nearly a hundred years.

Who is he? Does he recognize him? But he didn't have any impression of him!

What Han Yue was thinking, Yu Hao was clear.

…… So Han Yue stared at him before, just because he hurt him?

But he was self-inflicted!!

Yu Hao snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Don't go!"

The cold moon whispered, because of the use of vitality, there was a pain all over his body.

Yu Hao ignored him and left a few more steps.

"Help me, and I'll tell you what you want to know!"

The voice behind trembled, but it naturally aroused Yu Hao's curiosity.

Yu Hao turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Han Yue gasped a few times urgently, "Someone wants to cut off the art of cultivating immortals here!" ”

“……”

Yu Hao's eyebrows condensed slightly.

Han Yue saw the hope and took a few quick breaths, "Forty years ago, the head of the Cang family handed over a treasure box to the head of the Xing family, which is said to contain a secret technique that can make this place avoid natural disasters, those people just want to find this treasure box, so that the five sects can no longer be able to compete, I pretended to join them and infiltrate the Xing family, in fact, I wanted to find an opportunity to tell the head of the Xing family, but my status is low, if I want not to arouse suspicion, I must wait!" ”

"It's not just me, there are other people in the Xing family, I felt that your cultivation was unusual, so I got a little closer, I didn't expect to be injured by you, if it weren't for you, they would definitely not be able to catch me!"

Han Yue looked at Yu Hao expectantly.

And Yu Hao's heart moved slightly, and his divine consciousness had crossed time to find the truth forty years ago.

- After he left the Henghuang Continent with Qingying's body, several of his disciples, including Cang, Jing, and Kong, accelerated their cultivation, but no matter what, they couldn't lead the heavenly thunder. If the thunder does not come, the catastrophe will not be successful, and there is no hope of becoming an immortal, and there is no way to know the whereabouts of Shizun and Qingying. They were strange, several people worked together, and finally the head of the Cang family gave out his body, traveled for nine days, and finally found the trace of purple thunder.

Purple Thunder is an immortal, but he killed their master, the predecessor of the Divine Wolf, that is, the Lingyun Immortal, and he was afraid that the Lingyun Immortal would be reborn, so he did not hesitate to pursue it through the firmament. It's just that the Purple Thunder Immortals also knew about their existence when they investigated, but at that time, the Purple Thunder Immortals were fighting against their master, and they couldn't take care of them, so they were spared.

It's just that they are not immortals after all, although they can travel for nine days, they can't remember, so they stored the memory of this iQue nine days in the magic weapon, sealed it in the treasure box, and handed it over to the Xing family, who has always been true to their word, for safekeeping, and agreed that the Xing family would hand it over to the five sects after forty years. And in the past forty years, they have practiced hard, and even Heng Jun, who rules the world, has given up the throne and practiced again.

They thought they would remember everything, but they had already forgotten it. Now that the forty years have passed, the treasure box has not been seen, the head of the Xing family has died, and the five sects have not asked for it, but this news has long been circulated by some people, saying that there are secret books in this treasure box, and people who have not done it before have now begun to watch, and Hanyue is one of the forces.

Divine consciousness returned to the body, Yu Hao looked at the cold moon with an expectant face, and raised his hand.

The golden light swept by, and the rope that trapped the cold moon broke, and the cold moon fell to the ground.

Hanyue breathed a sigh of relief, but it was followed by another tightness.

The dungeon is full of enchantments, his cultivation is very, the enchantments are not broken, he understands. But he didn't have the slightest strength in him, how could he be-

Who the hell is he! (To be continued.) )