Stats Dynasty, Nether Cult territory.

Since the Tongji Dynasty persuaded the Seven Great Masters of the Netherworld Sect and agreed to the request to settle in the Tongji Dynasty, the entire sect moved to the Qifeng Mountain Range within the territory of the Statistics Dynasty.

This mountain range is hidden in the white mist, adding a touch of mystery to the Netherworld, walking in it, like a fairyland on earth, fluttering and under the three peaks, the autumn wind is often soaked. The intestines are broken and the fairy palace is in the hazy smoke.

However, the few Netherworld Sect disciples guarding the entrance to the mountain pass had cold faces, their white robes hiding themselves in this woodland, and the fog visible to the naked eye floated over their bodies, setting off the people of the Immortal Palace.

Although they are only disciples who guard the mountain gate, they are loyal to their duties, and their eyes are attentive, and they do not let go of the slightest movement, because there are often hunters in the mountains who venture into the mountains to hunt, and often strayed into this place.

Therefore, they need to be vigilant and drive away these hunters who have strayed in, if they are released into the sect, they are afraid that they will kill people.

Sects are no better than mountain bandits and pirates, and in most cases, they will not easily kill innocents, so sects are often called famous and decent. But for outsiders who enter the sect, they are often killed without asking.

There is no reason whatsoever, this is the norm in the Continent of All Beings.

The people at the bottom are in front of the sect, that is, the lambs to be slaughtered. Therefore, in order to prevent those hunters from entering the sect, they had to send disciples to guard outside.

But they didn't see that a pale golden shadow swept through the sky and stood silently behind them, with a gentle smile on his face, like a noble son.

Burst!

A slight sound sounded faintly in the forest, an invisible golden qi blade flashed, and the pupils of several people instantly dilated, and then the bloodshot in their eyes exploded, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were already out of breath.

But the strange thing is that their bodies became extremely hard in an instant, as if they had been dead for three or four days, and their whole bodies stiffened.

Joey slowly walked out of the shadows, with a faint smile on his face, and without even looking at the people, he walked directly to the door inside.

If you look closely, your feet have never touched the ground at all, and if you don't see it with the naked eye, you can't feel his presence at all from the momentum alone.

As Bishops of the Holy Faith War, their lives are made to fight, and this ability to conceal is almost innate, and every step is just right.

An invisible momentum emanated from his body, as accurate as radar, and every Nether Sect disciple's life form could accurately sense the specific location. Not far ahead, he felt the vigorous vitality of the six paths.

The corners of his mouth rose a little, and as he walked in that direction, a huge wooden building appeared in front of him, and the magnificence of the attic was not much better than that of the palace.

Joey was not affected in the slightest, and stepped out, without even the slightest shaking of the prohibition outside the wooden building, as if the power of the same origin was poured in, and it did not cause the rebound of the prohibition formation.

As relaxed as a walk, Joey walked into the wooden building step by step, playing with a short dagger in his hand, and invisible golden light continued to sweep out, and everywhere he passed, there was no life.

"Strange ......"

At the top of the wooden building, there was a secret room, in which the six pampered figures were spying, but in an instant, a trace of bad thoughts appeared in everyone's hearts.

"I suddenly had some death warnings in my heart, and I was very uneasy. ”

A master suddenly spoke, his brows furrowed.

When you reach the realm of Yuan Dan and cultivate, your true qi is transformed into vitality, and you can sense those early warnings in the underworld, you can know your own longevity limit, and you can sense the early warning of death.

"We haven't offended any masters over the years?"

There was a palm sect frowning and muttering to himself.

"Could it be the Wu Zhou Dynasty?"

Suddenly, one of the masters was shocked, as if he had thought of something, stood up, his face was full of horror, and exclaimed.

"Impossible, right?"

The other master frowned slightly, his eyes were a little trance, it was only a day, could it be said that the people of the Wu Zhou Dynasty had come here?

They didn't want to believe this absurd thing, you must know that it has been less than two hours since the Youquan Sect went out, so it would not be possible for a powerhouse in the Yuan Dan realm to be killed in just a few minutes, right?

While the six masters were arguing, the wall at the back of the chamber turned around, and an old man walked out tremblingly, as if he was about to die, and a gust of wind could blow him down.

This old man is not ordinary, he is the old master of the Netherworld, and he is also the only one who has lived the longest, and he is also the strongest of the Netherworld.

"What a crap!"

The old man's face was full of iron, and when he was resting in the back, he could feel the change in the breath inside the main door, and the less and less breathing suddenly woke him up, and he didn't have to think about it to know that someone had killed him.

For the sect, as long as the strong people in the Yuandan realm do not die, they will have the foundation to establish themselves at any time, but now that others have killed them, it means that Youquan has died outside.

This was a huge blow to him, because the price spent to cultivate a strong person in the Yuan Dan realm was immeasurable, and Youquan was still his favorite disciple, how could he not be angry.

What made him even more sad was that the six disciples were still arguing about who was going to kill the door, and none of them noticed that the other party had entered the wooden building, and they had killed many disciples.

"Bang!"

A palm slapped on the wooden table, and he was extremely angry, his gaze was like a sword, and he swept the faces of the six masters.

"Ancestor, what disturbed you?"

There was a master who asked for peace with a smiling face, but as for the previous sentence, he didn't hear it.

"Disturbing? Is this disturbing? This is to destroy my Nether Sect! You are still arguing here, and the disciples outside are all dead!"

Nether Ancestor stared at him coldly, and the words he said were like sharp arrows, extremely sharp.

"Ahh

The masters who were angrily reprimanded were stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed drastically, and they all looked out of the door of the secret room in horror, looking frightened one by one.

"What forces have you offended outside?!"

The Nether Ancestor roared angrily, looking at these unsuccessful disciples in front of him, his face was ugly.

He had ordered a long time ago that the sect should not meddle in the affairs between dynasties, so as not to cause trouble, but these seven disciples didn't listen, and they had to agree, and now they were in trouble, and they didn't realize it.

If it weren't for his cultivation being strong enough to be able to perceive the changes within the sect, I'm afraid that he would still be kept in the dark.

The strength of the person who came was too terrifying, and he could kill in so quietly, and he hadn't touched the mountain protection array, which was what shocked him the most.

If the opponent is not proficient in the formation, then he is strong, but whether it is the former or the latter, he is definitely a super strongman, and even he may not be sure to deal with it.