Yuanwei pushed open the gate of the main hall, and at this time, the green vines entwined in Qingshan Gate had already returned to their original appearance, but the elders and disciples of Qingshan Gate were shocked, and they looked at Yuanwei with awe, fear and deep hatred in their eyes.

Yuanwei's gaze swept over everything in Qingshan Gate, and he reluctantly stared at the place where the ancient tower disappeared, and then he suddenly retracted his gaze, "Bai Qi, Zhang Wei, Dengqi, I want to go out for a while, and this Qingshan Gate will depend on you in the future." You have to guard the Qingshan Gate, otherwise Yu Qian'er will not let you go after he leaves the customs!"

Bai Qi seemed to hear something, "Door master, are you going out?"

"yes, I've been stuffy inside the door for a long time, and I want to go out and breathe. By the way, don't spread the news that I'm going out, I heard that there are a lot of Soul Condensing Realm seniors in Shihu City, and it's not good to alarm them. Motoo admonished.

Bai Qi and the others nodded frequently, but they didn't notice that more than one new disciple had already slipped out of Qingshan Gate under the pretext of something.

Motoo didn't disguise himself, so he walked out the back door.

Since coming to Shihu City, Yuan Wei has not made many appearances, and there are nearly a hundred Soul Condensing Realm Immortal Cultivators in Shihu City, and Bone Refining Realm Immortal Cultivators like him will no longer attract the attention of others. So Yuan Wei has gone all the way, and on the surface, no one has ever looked at him squarely.

However, this also happened to follow Yuanwei's wish, he quietly walked out of Shihu City, took out a white feather, and stepped on the spirit feather and swayed into the sky.

Before Yuanwei could fly far, suddenly a pressure on his head was pressed down like a mountain peak. Yuan Wei took the spirit feather and turned around and fell to the ground, and the pressure followed him like a shadow, and he jumped and moved several times to no avail.

"Soul Condensation Realm?" Motowei sighed in a low voice, but he didn't hesitate in his hand, the snake staff waved in a half-circle on his chest, and a thick dragon shadow met the pressure, while his body floated in the opposite direction.

The dragon shadow collided with the pressure and made a loud "bang", and Motowei looked up and saw a person descending from the sky stepping on a huge round drum from a distance.

"Everyone says that the demon Xuanmo 20,000 years ago was reborn in Stone Lake City, and I have come here thousands of miles away. Some people say that Xuanmo's current name is Yuanwei, I think that little lame man named Yuanwei in Yanjun City was not abolished by me!? Come, tell grandpa, did Concubine Min's little hoof go to the Liugu Plateau to save you?" said the man on the drum with a laugh.

This person Yuanwei knows, he is He Qing, the elder of Wulu Sect in Yanjun City, it was He Qing who tortured Yuanwei to death, and threw him to the unfamiliar Liugu Plateau.

Seeing He Qing's appearance, the hatred buried in Yuanwei's heart burst out, but he also knew that he couldn't threaten He Qing at all, otherwise He Qing would not be so arrogant.

"It turned out to be Elder He, and it was thanks to Elder He's spiritual power that I was able to successfully break through the Bone Refining Realm. Therefore, Elder He is my benefactor. Motoo looked respectful.

He Qing didn't know if what Yuanwei said was true or false, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart, "Hmph, even if you have broken through the Bone Refining Realm, the old man will let you die today! I don't care if you don't make ink, when you meet me, you will fall into the net! I want to shoot you to death as simple as crushing an ant!"

"Elder He, why is he in a hurry, I haven't seen you for a long time to talk about it. Yuan Wei held the snake staff in his arms and suggested sincerely, "By the way, is it only Elder He himself who came to Yanjun City?"

He Qing glared at him disdainfully, "Why, I can't kill you myself?" Do you really think you're Xuanmo?"

"I'm not Xuanmo, the rumors outside are all false. Yuan Wei scratched his head, "Actually, I wanted to ask Elder He, did my senior sister Nie Youlan come to Shihu City?"

"Hahaha, the little cripple is still a lover, what are you thinking about when you're dying? He Qingxiao was out of breath, "Forget it, since you want to know, I'll tell you." The girl of the Nie family doesn't know what luck she had, she has made rapid progress in the past few decades, and now it is almost your realm. Nie Qiongle's mouth turned to the sky, and she said all day long that she would definitely be able to break through the Soul Condensation Realm before the Candle Yin Disaster came! I don't think it would be, otherwise their Nie family wouldn't have turned the sky upside down?! When I kill you and go back, I will deal with that girl, and I must not let the Nie family have a second Soul Condensing Realm!"

Yuan Wei was overjoyed in his heart, Nie Youlan could achieve such a cultivation in such a short period of time, which he never expected, but if He Qing wanted to deal with Nie Youlan, he would definitely not agree.

"Elder He, you are such an old person, why bother with so many things? By the way, I heard that the Third Realm will encounter the Candle Yin Disaster in a few decades, I wonder if Elder He will go to the Candle Yin Hunter again when the time comes?" Yuan Wei was unhappy in his heart, and he was also prickly when he spoke.

He Qing was really furious, he suddenly stomped his foot and shot out a sound wave, "No matter who I defect to, you won't be able to see it anyway!"

The sound waves emitted by the giant drum distorted the space, and the invisible waves struck Motoo. Motowei had already condensed a thick ice shield in front of him, and the sound wave hit the ice shield and turned the ice shield into ice chips, but he also disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Yuan Wei only retreated a few feet and was safe, He Qing was taken aback in his heart, "The little cripple now is really impressive, the time has just passed thirty years, and he can actually block my blow! I must not let him continue to cultivate! Even if Concubine Min stops me, I will kill him today!"

He Qing secretly thought in his heart, and the spiritual power was also poured into his feet, and he stomped down again and again, and the loud sound was like playing a piece of mournful music, and the sound waves continued to roll towards the tail of the yuan.

"Ice Condensation!"

One thick wall of ice after another lay in front of Motowei, blocking the layers of sound, and Motowei was also forced to retreat again and again.

"Springs!"

In his busy schedule, Yuanwei did not forget to perform the Exciting Spring Technique, and conjured up several huge spring pillars under He Qing's feet, the spring water burst out, and the giant drum hitting He Qing's feet made a knocking sound, disrupting He Qing's rhythm.

"Elder He, is your flower drum made of cowhide? Yuanwei stepped back a few feet, not forgetting to tease He Qing.

He Qing's face became darker and darker, he jumped up from the drum in a rage, turned around in mid-air a few times, and then landed heavily on the drum with his feet, and shouted, "Turn the waves into the sea!"

The breath within a radius of several miles was chaotic, and the wind mixed with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore surrounded Yuanwei in the middle, and Yuanwei was wrapped in the air waves and rushed into the air, like a flat boat in the waves, which was about to capsize. What made Motowei even more unbearable was the noisy drum, the drum sound was like a ghost crying wolf howling on Motowei's soul, and Motowei almost wanted to pass out.

Enduring the pain from the soul, the huge scale wings spread out from the back of the mototail. The scales and wings drove the wind to howl and blew away the wind and clouds, and the waves were scattered, and the breath within a radius of dozens of miles was abnormal, and the tail was about to break through the sky.

"Scale Wing, the little cripple has grown a lot!" He Qing said with a cruel smile, "But you haven't broken through the Soul Condensing Realm, everything is empty!"

He Qing naturally had his grasp that the "Condensation Void" that only Soul Condensing Realm cultivators could cast was a chasm that all low-realm immortal cultivators could not overcome.

"Freeze the Void!"

He Qing shouted.

The churning waves of air, the blown down trees, the rolled up stones, and the wing-flapping mototail all came to a standstill. He Qing flicked a stone suspended in front of him with his fingers, and said, "What little lame, what scales, what ink, everything is empty in front of me!"

Stepping on the giant drum, He Qing swayed up to Yuanwei, he reached out and took it in Yuanwei's arms, "I didn't get anything good from you last time, I don't know if you have gained anything in the past twenty years?"

His hand touched the Qiankun bag in Yuanweihuai, and He Qinggang wanted to take it out, but found that a sharp force pierced into his lower abdomen and penetrated his body.

He Qing was shocked, he wanted to flee back, but Yuanwei, who was originally frozen, grabbed his shoulder.

All this happened too fast, beyond He Qing's imagination, and also surprised Yuanwei himself.

Using the sharp tip of the snake staff to stab He Qing was Yuanwei's long-planned plan, and he had already used the same method to kill Monty from Baisha City, but he didn't expect He Qing's body to be as fragile as a piece of tender tofu, and the snake staff easily penetrated He Qing's body. Not only that, the snake staff seemed to have just woken up from hibernation, twisting in Yuanwei's hand, shuttling through He Qing's flesh and blood.

He Qing's eyes widened in disbelief, pointing at Yuanwei and shouting "Ahhhhh

Seeing He Qing languishing a little bit, Yuan Wei was even more frightened, he couldn't confirm whether the snake staff that had followed him for decades was still under his control, but fortunately, after a few breaths, the snake staff returned to calm.

Motowei hesitated to pull out the snake staff, and at that moment, the cold hair on his body stood upside down, and a danger of life and death came. Yuan Wei did not hesitate, he blocked He Qing in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, an orange feather sharp arrow pierced the void and shot at He Qing. The sharp arrow was so swift that He Qing and his giant drum turned into pieces at once, and the Yuan Wei hidden behind him was like an autumn leaf swept by the wind and fell hundreds of feet away.

In the distance, Motoo, who was lying on the ground, saw a figure with orange wings flapping towards him.

"Sect Master Linghuang!" Motowei muttered. He had seen Linghuang, and he also knew Linghuang's supernatural powers, it was said that his Broken Spirit Arrow had killed two Soul Condensing Realm Haoyang hunters with one arrow, and he was able to get away with it this time, and it was only because He Qing took the arrow for him.

"You can't stay, or you'll really die here, run away. Motoo struggled to get up, and tried to use the earth shrinking technique to pass himself away from the place.

According to the original plan, Motoo appeared here to attract someone to chase and kill him, create an illusion that he was killed, and then use the earth shrinking technique to escape at the moment of being killed. But he didn't expect that what he met was He Qing, and he didn't expect Linghuang to follow the trail.

"You leave it for me!"

Seeing that Yuanwei wanted to escape, Linghuang actually pulled a feather from his wing and shot it as a sharp arrow. That is Linghuang's natal feather, Linghuang has always used it to deal with immortal cultivators who are higher than his own realm, but now for the sake of Yuanwei, he was also shot out by him.

The feather arrow left the string, and the spiritual power on Yuanwei's body was suppressed and immediately stopped running, as if the feather arrow was locked and only stopped there to be shot.

"It's really over this time, it's self-defeating!" Motoo closed his eyes in despair.

Everywhere the arrow went, everything was reduced to pieces, the green trees, the grass, and the rocks were all spared, and all that was left behind was a deep ravine that had overturned the dirt.

At the moment when the arrow was about to be shot at Yuanwei's body, a man with a huge stone cauldron rushed to Yuanwei's side and pulled him behind the stone cauldron, and the Ling arrow shot straight at the stone cauldron.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, a deep pit more than ten zhang in the place where Motowei was located appeared.

The phoenix flapped its orange wings and landed on the edge of the pit to search carefully, but there was no life in the pit except for fragments and fragments.

"It's completely dead this time, right?" Ling Huang muttered to himself, "I can't imagine that a human race immortal cultivator can actually practice the Feather Clan's Feather Transformation Technique!, but this Feather Transformation Technique shouldn't exist in the world at all, if other races can cultivate wings, what advantage does our Feather Clan have?"

The huge noise caused by the Yuanwei battle against He Qing and Linghuang had already alarmed Shihu City, and dozens of Soul Condensing Realm immortal cultivators swarmed out, but they only saw the scene where Linghuang shot him to death with an arrow, and some of them who came early only saw him stabbing He Qing to death.

After all this passed through everyone, it inevitably caused a huge sensation, and the content was nothing more than the Xuan Mo of the Bone Refining Realm stabbing the strong man of the Soul Condensing Realm to death, but finally died under the arrow of the first person of the Yu Clan.

Xuanmo is dead, the Third Realm is safe! This news spread throughout the entire Third Realm like a wind.

Shihu City fell into a sea of joy, and immortal cultivators of different races rushed to tell each other, as if they had been reborn. But after the next day, the originally bustling Shihu City suddenly fell lonely, those foreign immortal cultivators left one after another, and the various sects also returned to their sparsely populated and decaying appearance. Qingshanmen was even more miserable, not only suffering the pain of reduced power, but also suffering from the eyes and exclusion of other sects.

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