"Hmm!" The Demon Pupil nodded and said, "Let's go, when we get to a place where there are people, let's first investigate the current strength of the human race before making plans." ”

Half a day later, the group came to a small town in a fish village, and the pupil demon said to a woman with the same green pupils as him: "Demon Wind, you go and ask the people here to see if they know the strength of the human sects." ”

"Yes. Demon Wind arched his hand, turned to leave, and after a while, he stared at a young man who was looking at her curiously, and walked in front of the young man, a seductive smile appeared on Mo Fengqiao's face, and the pupils that looked at the young man suddenly shot a green light into his eyes, and then the young man's gaze gradually lost its original luster and became dull.

"Little brother, you have a warrior here," Demon Feng's red lips moved lightly, and a soft voice came from it.

"Yes, and there are quite a few. The young man replied honestly.

"Then who is the strongest of you here," Demon Wind continued to ask, "How strong is his strength?"

"The strongest in our village is the son of Tiedan. The young man replied stupidly: "I heard that he was accepted as a disciple by a sect, and when he came back some time ago, he was already the Sword King. ”

"Sword King," Demon Feng frowned, a touch of disdain flashed on his face, and he continued to ask: "Do you know which sect Tie Dan's son was accepted as a disciple by, what is the strength of that sect, and how strong is it?"

"I don't know. As the young man spoke, the saliva like the water of the Nine Heavens River flowed down, and he saw that the demon wind was disgusted, and turned around and left, but the young man did not recover, and still drooled, looking at the back of the demon wind and smirking.

A middle-aged villager walked past the young man, just looked at the young man's stupid appearance, glanced at the direction the young man was looking but didn't find anything, and asked curiously: "Dog baby, what's wrong with you?"

After asking a few times in a row, the young man didn't answer, still looking at the distance with a long stream of saliva, and the middle-aged man was immediately startled, and said urgently into the distance: "Dog baby, father, come and see, your dog baby seems to be wrong!"

The middle-aged man's voice alarmed everyone around, and everyone quickly gathered around, and the young man's father saw the young man's appearance, shouted a few times but did not answer, even if he hurriedly found the village doctor, the result was that the doctor checked and finally the young man was stupid.

After getting the news, the young man's parents cried and shouted, and the surrounding villagers all sighed helplessly, and hurriedly persuaded the two to take care of their health.

And this day is the most unfortunate day for the villagers of this fishing village, because on this day, in addition to the dog baby, there are two other villagers who are fools for no reason, which also makes this fishing village fall into a panic.

Wen Hao gave Wen Shixuan another treatment with extremely strong wood, and now Wen Shixuan's physical injuries are almost better, and he only needs to slowly recuperate for a period of time before he can recover, but the soul injuries have not made any progress, so Wen Hao is also very helpless.

Walking out of Wen Shixuan's door, Wen Hao's face was gloomy as water, his teeth were clenched, and he said, "Martial Dao Sect, if I don't destroy you, I won't be called Wen Hao." ”

The voice fell, Wen Hao left quickly, found the madman and asked, "Is there any news about the elixir?"

"Not yet. The madman shook his head, also with an anxious expression.

"Look, send more people out to find it. Wen Hao said in a deep voice: "No matter what the price is, you must find it." ”

"Understood. The madman took the command.

I lived at home for a few days, and there was no news of the elixir, every day I saw my grandfather lying there, Wen Hao was anxious, and Wei Rongguo and the others were also lying on the bed in high spirits, although they didn't know anything like Wen Shixuan, but seeing their weak appearance, Wen Hao's heart was like being stripped of flesh, these are all brothers who were born and died with him.

"I can't stay like this anymore, I have to do something. Wen Hao sat in the room, his eyes shot out like a demon with a heavy murderous intent, and after a while, he stood up violently and said in a deep voice: "Since all this is because of the Martial Dao Sect, then go and destroy the Martial Dao Sect now." ”

With that, Wen Hao walked out of the room, explained to Wenwu, the madman, and others, and left the Wen family with the five people of Xu Tian, Lu Bao, and the five sword masters of the Five Elements Sect, and the safety of the Wen family was temporarily handed over to Hua Yi and a few others.

"Within five days, someone broke into the sect and killed eleven sword venerables, and you didn't find out any news, if this matter spreads, what face does my martial arts sect still have to gain a foothold in this Western Regions,"

In a large hall, an old man with hanging eyes had a gloomy face, and his eyes were full of fire as he looked at the people below, and everyone didn't dare to make a sound, and they all lowered their heads.

This old man is none other than Wu Xiang, one of the two uncles who are ambitious and want to win the position of the sect master, originally the Martial Dao Sect had three Sword Venerable Peaks, and the last time he joined forces with the Soul Sect to attack Wen Hao, the other two Sword Venerable Peaks were dispatched together, but unfortunately after so many days, there was no news at all.

Five days ago, Wu Xiang finally learned that Soul Yichen, who went to deal with Wen Hao with Wu Batian, had returned, and even if he went to inquire about Wu Batian and others, he didn't see Soul Yichen, and after many inquiries, Wu Xiang spent a lot of money to find out the news from a Soul Sect protector, Soul Yichen came back alone, and from the breath, it seemed that he was still injured.

After getting this news, Wu Xiang immediately knew that something was wrong, and it was very likely that Wu Batian and the others were all killed, otherwise, they would have come back long ago.

The loss of two Sword Venerables and twenty Sword Venerables at once, this is simply a big earthquake for the Martial Dao Sect.

However, what he didn't expect was that on the night of his return, three Sword Venerables of the Martial Dao Sect were assassinated, and the first two of them not only did not fight with anyone, but even the guards guarding the door did not hear a sound, if it weren't for the third person to let out a cry of pity, they wouldn't even have anything to do, and at the same time, it was likely that more Sword Venerable masters would die that night.

After that night, Wu Xiang ordered martial law, and all the disciples of the sect were on alert, but even so, in the next two days, as long as any sword venerable was singled, he would be assassinated immediately, which made the entire martial arts sect panic, and the masters had to go to the toilet in groups of three or five.

What frightened everyone even more was that so many Sword Venerable masters had died, and they were still within their sect, but nothing had been found, as if the killer did not exist.

In order to be able to gather people's hearts and prevent the sect from being chaotic, Wu Xiang even announced the position of temporary sect master, and then let it go to him after Wu Batian returned, in fact, he dared to say this, completely because he guessed that Wu Batian could not come back.

After a long time, a middle-aged martial artist said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, it's not that we don't care, but this matter is too weird, all the sword venerables who were killed have not left a trace, and the doors and windows are intact, and there is not even a little fight, all of them die by cutting their throats with a knife, we have never encountered this kind of thing." ”

"The Fifth Elder is right. Another middle-aged martial artist spoke: "This matter is full of weirdness, it stands to reason that with the strength of our Martial Dao Sect, who can touch it silently, even if we were a little careless before and let the enemy touch it, but since the first time we found that someone was killed, we have imposed martial law in the whole sect, but there are still people who continue to be killed." ”

"In addition, how can the deceased say that it is also a sword venerable, what kind of person can get close to their side and kill them with one blow, even if it is the peak of the sword venerable, it is impossible, and how did that person enter the room of the sword venerable, you must know that each sword venerable has a lot of people to protect, not to mention people, even if it is a bird, don't want to fly in, it is difficult to be a ghost, it can come and go without a trace,"

"Fart. Wu Xiang was furious and said, "Ghost, you can figure it out, why don't you say that they are all suicides,"

"Sect Master, although ghosts do not exist in this world, it does not mean that no one can come and go without a trace. An old man with a wrinkled face and a pair of broom eyebrows suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the old man, although the old man's strength was only at the high level of Sword Venerable, but he was Wu Xiang's junior brother, and he still had a lot of weight in the sect.

Feeling everyone's gaze, the old man did not panic, but looked at Wu Xiang with a solemn face and said, "Sect Master still remembers the shadow demon back then,"

Wu Xiang's face changed, and he lost his voice: "Senior brother, what you said is that hundreds of years ago, the Shadow Clan Shadow Clan that caused all the major forces in the entire continent to panic and uneasy,"

"Exactly. The old man nodded and said, "The shadow demons of the past relied on the shadow skills of the Shadow Clan to come and go freely in various sects, like no one's land, just like what we encountered today. ”

"Could it be that the junior brother thinks that the deaths of those Sword Venerables were all done by the Shadow Clan. Saying that, Wu Xiang shook his head and said: "Impossible, the Shadow Clan has been all killed by the joint efforts of all the sects back then, how can it still exist, and I have never heard a trace of news about the Shadow Clan in these years." ”

"yes, I don't think it's likely to be ShadowClan. Another middle-aged martial artist stood up and said with a panicked face, in fact, since the old man said the Shadow Clan, they believed that most of them could infiltrate a sect and kill the strong people inside on this continent, and only the Shadow Clan, who had disappeared for hundreds of years, could arrive.

But the Shadow Clan is too terrifying, once they use the shadow technique, they will be silent, even if they follow you, you will not know, if they are really targeted by such a ghost, then the Martial Arts Sect is really over, although they still have seventy or eighty Sword Venerable masters, but they can't withstand the endless assassination of the other party, after all, everyone has to eat and rest, and there is always a moment to relax.

Therefore, everyone is reluctant to admit this problem, even if they know that it is just self-deception, but they are willing to do so.