Hundreds of Immortal Sect disciples poured into the valley.

After changing their costumes, they dressed up like mountain bandits.

Liu Qingchen and the others stopped.

The front and rear of the convoy were blocked solidly.

Qiu Zhengming and Xiao Qianshen stood on the top of the mountain, dressed in ordinary people's clothes and their faces covered with black cloth.

In order not to be identified by Liu Qingchen, they still have black scarves on their heads.

When the disciple descended the mountain, the two looked at each other, nodded, and jumped up and fell into the valley.

On the top of the mountain, only Sun Nianchen and his coachman remained.

Looking at the two groups of people facing each other in the valley, Sun Nianchen beckoned to the coachman: "Let's go." ”

He turned and walked away.

What happened in the valley had nothing to do with him.

What Sun Nianchen wants is for the Immortal Gate to start a war with the Demon Dao.

As for the outcome of the battle in front of him, he didn't really care.

No matter who wins or who loses, a war between demon cultivators and immortal cultivators is inevitable!

The goal was achieved, and there was no need for him to stay here.

Sun Nianchen turned around.

He had just walked a dozen steps when he saw a man sitting on a rock in front of him.

The man, dressed in an apricot robe, was carrying a wooden stick, and was carelessly poking the dirt on the ground with the stick.

Feeling that something was wrong, Sun Nianchen quickened his pace.

As he approached, the man asked, "Where is Sun Cheng going?" ”

He raised his head, Sun Nianchen saw his face clearly, and subconsciously took two steps back.

It was Mo Xinyao who was sitting on the stone.

He slowly stood up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked Sun Nianchen: "City Lord Sun has been very busy recently, I am ordered by the young master to ask you to go to the Hundred Tribulation Palace to stay for a few days." ”

Sun Nianchen smiled awkwardly: "The young master is too enthusiastic, he has a lot of affairs, and I am inconvenient to bother." ”

"By getting you?" Mo Xinyao sneered: "Do you think that if Gu Zhengyang is dead, there is no proof of death?" ”

"What do you mean by the Demon Saint?" Sun Nianchen was a little panicked.

"The city lord may have forgotten that there is a Ji Feng Dance in the Hundred Tribulation Palace." Mo Xinyao said with a smile: "Before the young master went to Peach Blossom Mountain, she had already gone to the underworld to find Gu Zhengyang. We all know what you do. ”

"Demon Saint, don't push people too hard." What he did secretly had been exposed, and Sun Nianchen immediately changed his expression: "Could it be that I didn't take precautions at all?" ”

"Taihua Mountain Sect Master Sun Nianchen." Mo Xinyao laughed: "It's so small that even the hundred schools of the Immortal Sect can't figure out who the sect master is, and they can plan such a huge situation." Villain's heart, no wonder the Demon Venerable accepted your two souls and six spirits back then. ”

Another layer of identity is that Sun Nianchen has been hidden for many years and refuses to show it.

Over the years, he has been seeing people as the city lord of Golden Wind City.

The identity of the sect master of Taihua Mountain is only known to a few people.

"How do you know?" Sun Nianchen's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Bring it on." Mo Xinyao shouted.

Dozens of demon cultivators appeared, holding a group of black-robed people.

When those black-robed people saw Sun Nianchen, they knelt down one after another, bowing their heads one by one, and they didn't dare to look at him.

Seeing these black-robed people, Sun Nianchen knew that his plan was completely exposed.

thought that everything was under control, but he didn't expect Liu Qingchen to secretly deploy it.

The road is one foot high, and the demon is one foot high, and he underestimated the son of the demon venerable!

"Sect Master Sun." Mo Xinyao smiled slightly: "Accompany me to the valley for a walk." ”

"Why am I going?" Sun Nianchen asked coldly.

"Your trouble has to be solved." Mo Xin said: "You can't let the young master wipe your ass." I don't know each other well, and I don't have so many human feelings to talk about. ”

Sun Nianchen clenched his fists, and his fists glowed with a faint golden light.

Mo Xinyao glanced at him with contempt: "Don't bother, in front of me, your cultivation is like a three-year-old child." ”