Mu Qingying urgently ordered and mobilized nearly a thousand elite warriors, gathered into small teams from all over the country, and marched in the direction of Zhao State. The movement of the army took a certain amount of time, and she herself led several powerful guards to take the lead, through the alliance teleportation array, and after several turns, she came to the Zhao country first.

Among the entourages she brought, there are three people whose cultivation has reached the Huayuan stage, one of them is in the middle stage of Huayuan, the other two, in the early stage of Huayuan, and the remaining five people are all in the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Soul Truth, including Mu Qingying herself, who is also the late stage of the Soul Realm.

Such a lineup is not powerful, and it is difficult to find such a combination among other sects and large families in Sunset. When such a nine-person group came to Zhao Kingdom, the aura of the entire Zhao Kingdom's cultivation realm was awe-inspiring.

They wore the uniforms of the officials of the Xiuzhen Alliance, and no one dared to harass and stop them all the way.

After Mu Qingying came to Zhao State, she didn't have a moment to rest, and immediately went straight to the north, holding the map of Zhao Country obtained from the alliance in her hand, in her opinion, this trip was already a win. There was a warm smile on her face, which was extremely moving in the sunlight.

The two women who had previously provided information had already panicked and ran to join their group.

"Deacon Wang Qian of the Seven Nights Branch of the Alliance See the Princess!" Senior Sister respectfully hugged her fists.

"Deacon Wang Yun of the Seven Nights Branch of the Alliance, see the princess!" the little junior sister also looked respectful with a hint of nervousness.

"You have done a great job and done a great job, and the alliance will definitely deliver on its promises. Mu Qingying glanced at the two of them and said with a smile.

"Princess Xie!" the two hurriedly saluted.

"Princess, there is the Fengshen Sect in front," a flower-haired old man pointed to the towering mountain peaks in the distance ahead, and said, "My subordinates also heard some gossip, saying that the Zhao family of the Zhao Kingdom and the Fengshen Sect have always been at odds, and now the dispute has reached the point of life and death, do we need to ......?"

Mu Qingying glanced at the mountains in the distance, and a smile appeared on her face, "Don't pay attention to the Zhao family, my Xiuzhen Alliance can't act in conjunction with a small family." ”

"Princess, shall we wait here for the arrival of the army?" reminded the old man again.

"No, with his early stage cultivation of the Yuan Dynasty, leading a bunch of small minions in the Qi Refining and Spiritual Enlightenment Period, he can't make big waves, let's go meet him first. Mu Qingying's face showed a determined look, and she said in a deep voice, after speaking, her head turned to Wang Qian and Wang Yun, "You two also go with us." "The two early stage monks of the Soul Reality are not useless, maybe they can be useful.

The group turned into Changhong, and an hour later, they came to the foot of Fengshen Mountain.

"Who is coming?" The disciple guarding the door saw a few people menacing and asked, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the alliance label on several people, and his face turned pale with fright. The body involuntarily stepped aside.

Mu Qingying glanced at him, didn't bother with him, and swaggered into the mountain with a few people. It took a long time for the original gatekeeper disciple to come to his senses, and he quickly crushed the communication jade slip in his hand and reported it to the deacon in the sect.

After Mu Qingying and the others entered the mountain gate, they flew up, and in a blink of an eye, they reached the top of the mountain, and before they came to the Fengshen Tower, at this time, the high-level leaders of the sect had not received the message.

At the moment when a few people entered the platform on the top of the mountain and landed, a green shadow flew out of the attic behind the tower, with a strong coercion, and only after a closer look did they know that it was a sword, and the sword turned into a green spirit after it landed.

Qingling was the first to sense the intruder, and at this moment she stood quietly in front of several people, blocking the way of several people, and looked at several people with a pair of eyes studyingly.

"The princess is careful. The white-haired old man looked shocked and said to Mu Qingying, "It's a sword spirit, it's definitely not simple." "The white-haired old man is the person with the highest cultivation in this line, and his cultivation has also reached the middle stage of Huayuan, but after he felt Qingling's cultivation, he thought that he was not her opponent.

Mu Qingying also looked at Qingling with a solemn face, and after hearing the old man's reminder, she was even more shocked in her heart, could it be that the information was wrong?

"Who are you?" asked Mu Qingying.

Qing Ling didn't answer her question, just looked at her calmly, above her right hand, Qing Ling's sword was transformed, and in the face of such a group of opponents, she was not sure of victory.

Qingling's performance made Mu Qingying and the others stunned, and their suspicions were even heavier, maybe there were more Huayuan stage monks here.

"Could it be that you are the sect master of the Fengshen Sect?" Mu Qingying asked again.

Qing Ling still didn't answer, her gaze swept over several people, and then suddenly fixed on one of the middle-aged men, and the next moment, her body moved slightly, and her figure disappeared immediately.

"Be careful. The white-haired old man's pupils shrank sharply and he shouted loudly.

When Qing Ling's body appeared, it was already behind the middle-aged man, and the cyan blade was directly inserted into the heart socket from his back, revealing the tip of the sword from the front chest. The middle-aged man's expression immediately withered, Qingling's figure disappeared again, and after the sword body was withdrawn, the man's body fell limply, losing all his vitality. Above its wounds, condensed ice crystals were faintly visible.

After Qingling killed the man, she returned to the same place again. At this time, everyone looked at her with horror.

"On his body, there is the breath of the poisonous sect. Qing Ling looked at the bloody blade and said slowly. Even after so much time, her hatred for the Poison Sect is still unresolved.

"Hahaha-" Mu Qingying was so angry that she trembled, someone actually killed her subordinates in front of her, which made her feel angry and annoyed, and she laughed angrily, "It seems that you are going to be an enemy of the Xiuzhen Alliance." ”

With Mu Qingying's laughter, everyone also came to their senses, and one of them said: "Whether you are the sect master of the Fengshen Sect or not, you are dead today." ”

"Kill!" Mu Qingying snorted, and her whole body burst out with spiritual power. Behind him, everyone dispersed slightly, sacrificing weapons, and for a while, the spiritual power fluctuated violently.

Whoosh –

A series of breaking sounds sounded, and countless ice needles, from one direction, shot towards Mu Qingying and the others. Behind the ice needle, Han Bing's figure galloped over.

"Mu Qingying, Han didn't expect that you could find this place so quickly. Han Bing's voice was cold. While he was flying, a prohibition was knocked out of his hand, and it landed in an eye of the mountain protection array, and a long buzzing sound sounded, and on the protection array, several huge ice picks quickly formed, and in an instant, they bombarded Mu Qingying and the others.

Liu Yue led all the disciples to arrive from the rear, but they didn't dare to step forward at all, and they could only watch this level of battle. Jiang Chen was the only one, and after a loud roar, he followed Han Bing's steps and rushed into the battlefield.

The attack of the icicle came from all directions, and Mu Qingying and the others hurriedly dodged, and in a burst of screams, three people were killed, including the two deacons who provided information. The moment they were injured and fell to the ground, their bodies were pierced by countless ice needles that followed, and they were directly nailed to the ground and couldn't move.

Qing Ling raised her long sword and slashed down, her target was naturally the white-haired old man who had cultivated to the highest, and the sword roared, colliding with the protective shield held up by the old man, the old man's flame shield immediately disintegrated, and the remaining sword light slashed on the old man's right shoulder. Qing Ling didn't give him a chance to breathe, his figure flashed and stabbed straight at the old man's throat, and the old man narrowly avoided it in horror.