"He Zichuan, you stole the Supreme Treasure of the Sect and the Jade Immortal Bell, colluded with the East China Sea Demon Palace, murdered 376 monks of the Wuzhou Branch of Qingfeng Hall, booby-trapped 221 monks of Lishui Hall, Flame Hall, and Benlei Hall, and personally killed the heads of the two major sects of Qinghong Sword Sect and Luoyin Sect. At this moment, you have been surrounded by my White Tiger Guard, so don't come out and die soon!"

Zao Wou-Ki let out a loud cry, the sound waves were visible to the naked eye, and the waves were like layers on top of each other, engulfing the quiet room that had lost the protection of the formation. When the sound wave dissipated, three figures loomed in the smoke and dust, and it was He Zichuan, Mo Yan and Long Xiangyi.

The dragon fed the surrounding formation, smiled to himself, and retreated into the White Tiger Guard. The monks of the White Tiger Guard, with the three Saint Realm masters as the core, quickly formed a formation and surrounded He Zichuan and Mo Yan in the center.

He Zichuan looked coldly at his fellow disciples one by one as if they were facing a great enemy, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he was even more disgusted with the mysterious organization, and the people who had been bribed, Zhao Wuji and Yang Wanli, and couldn't help but sarcastically say: "Why, in order to forcibly install this trumped-up charge on this seat, a few of you actually privately gathered all the elites of the White Tiger Guard in the entire Wuzhou, and made such a big move, aren't you afraid of being detected by Jinding?"

Zhao Wuji smiled contemptuously, his eyes showed pity, and he said condescendingly, "I, the White Tiger Guard, have come to kill you, a traitor, on the orders of the Golden Peak, and I am upright, so why be afraid?"

When He Zichuan heard this, he laughed and sneered: "Zhao Wuji, isn't it that you have talked too much nonsense, and even deceived yourself? In the past two months, everyone who wants to be unfavorable to this seat has said much the same thing as you, and if you talk about pretending kung fu, they are far from you." ”

Zao Wou-Ki was not good at words, but he was provoked by He Zichuan, and his heart was on fire, and he didn't bother to speak. He handed a fierce look to Yang Wanli beside him, Yang Wanli understood, and several magic decisions were played in his hands one after another, and the formation formed by the White Tiger Guard monks immediately took action, and the earth-shattering momentum rose to the sky, firmly locking He Zichuan and the two in the middle.

As a dignified Jinchuan Qingfeng Sword, He Zichuan was very familiar with Jinchuan's various magic formations and sword formations, after all, he was also a member of these magic formations and sword formations. In the past, he only knew that these magic circles and sword formations could gather the strength of the low-level monks and fight against the high-level monks together, which was very powerful, but it was not clear what the specific difficulties were. Today, when he was really surrounded by the magic circle in the middle, he immediately had a deep understanding of the horror of the formation in front of him.

The magic circle that the two of them were facing at the moment was called the Nine Heavens Qingluan Array, and the formation combined the divine thoughts and mana of the more than 700 middle and low-level cultivators present into one, forming a powerful force enough to fight against the masters of the Holy Realm.

He Zichuan only felt a terrifying aura coming from the formation, and the overwhelming spiritual pressure roared towards him, making him think that he was not facing a low-level monk, but a desolate beast like a green luan.

He Zichuan took a step forward slightly, faintly blocking Mo Yan behind him, and his mind turned back and forth, trying to think of a way to break the formation. The Jiuxiao Qingluan Array takes the Jinchuan Outer Gate Origin Mind Technique as an opportunity to pull it, gather the strength of everyone, and attack the enemy with the momentum of thunder, once it is shot, the offensive is endless, and it is a famous killing array of the Jinchuan Outer Gate. There are only two ways to break it, either use the power of Mount Tai to suppress it, put it against it, and forcibly defeat the magic circle, or entangle with it, and wait until the mana and divine thoughts of the low-level monks are exhausted.

Right now, He Zichuan is seriously injured, he has no power of thunder, and he must not fight for a long time, plus the three Saint Realm elders of the White Tiger Guard are presiding over the formation eye, they can increase the power of the formation at any time and send out a fatal blow, even if they add Mo Yan, it will be difficult to break the formation.

"Are you going to use the Jinyu Immortal Bell now?" He Zichuan thought of Mo Yan behind him, and his heart warmed, and the trace of bitterness that was aroused by the Jinyu Immortal Bell disappeared in an instant.

The war is about to break out, and everyone's heartstrings are tense.

Just when He Zichuan made up his mind to break the net with the White Tiger Guard, a white glow fell to the ground in the air, and a loud shout came out with the glow: "Stop!"

It didn't sound loud, but it made people's eardrums hurt. All the monks in the audience turned their heads to look, and the glow dissipated, revealing a figure, which turned out to be Qiu Shutong, the head of the Jinchuan Inner Gate Discipline Academy, who was wearing a white brocade robe.

Seeing Qiu Shutong striding towards him, He Zichuan said in his heart, "Could it be that Jinding finally found out that the White Tiger Guard had rebelled, and specially sent Qiu Zhangyuan to investigate?

Qiu Shutong walked through the crowd with a black face, and the White Tiger Guard monks flashed out of a path one after another, and Zhao Wuji and the other three White Tiger Guard Saint Realm elders also took the initiative to salute Qiu Shutong.

He Zichuan's heart sank, and then he realized that this Qiu Zhangyuan might not necessarily be on his side.

Sure enough, Qiu Shutong walked in front of He Zichuan, looked at He Zichuan regretfully, and then looked at Mo Yan behind He Zichuan, a trace of surprise flashed in his deep eyes, followed by anger, and then slowly became ancient again. He said coldly: "Senior Brother He, why are you here here?"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Why did Senior Brother ask such a question?"

Qiu Shutong said regretfully: "Senior brother has already been ranked among the Seven Swords of Jinchuan at a young age, and in time, he may not be able to advance to the realm and become the real pillar of my Jinchuan, why be so anxious, steal treasures and betray the sect, and kill fellow disciples?"

He Zichuan's heart was cold, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a great mistake. When the third senior sister, the fourth senior brother, and the fifth senior brother all left Jinding to reinforce themselves, the Seven Swords Hall lost its right to speak in Jinding, and losing the right to speak was tantamount to being slaughtered by others. Looking at Qiu Shutong's heartbroken appearance, I'm afraid that the entire Jinchuan now regards itself as a traitor, right?

Although the taste of grievance was uncomfortable, He Zichuan did not despair. Because even if the right to speak has been sidelined, public opinion is very unfavorable to him, and the mysterious organization has made a big fuss through this matter, but the actual controller of Jin Chuan is Jin Zun, he is He Zichuan's master, and he knows He Zichuan's temperament well, He Zichuan is confident, and Lord Jin Zun will never believe the nonsense of Zao Wou-Ki and others.

He Zichuan frowned and asked, "So, Senior Brother Qiu didn't come to investigate the rebellion of the White Tiger Guard, but came to arrest He?"

Qiu Shutong sighed and said: "What the junior brother said is also right, it is not right, this court is indeed here for the matter of the junior brother, but not to arrest the junior brother, but to supervise the execution of the junior brother by Bai Huwei." ”

He Zichuan's eyes froze and asked, "What punishment?"

"Senior brother, you steal treasure and kill people, Jinding has decided to kill you!"

"What?!" Hearing this, He Zichuan and Mo Yan were both shocked. A sneer came from a distance from Zao Wou-ki, and his voice was extremely harsh.

He Zichuan said angrily: "How can Senior Brother Qiu forcibly insert a crime on He based on the words of such a villain? Not to mention that this seat is a disciple of Jin Zun, the master of Qingfeng Hall, what right do you have to kill me?"

Qiu Shutong seemed to have been prepared, and with a flip of his right hand, a palm-sized coiling dragon gold medal flew out of his palm, and the word Jinzun was written on the gold medal. At the moment when the gold medal appeared, a mighty aura was like a turbulent wave, and it suddenly slapped on the entire Baixia Mountain, and everyone was in awe.

"See Jin Zun!" Seeing the gold medal being born, all the Far North monks present knelt on one knee one after another, their expressions solemn, and the sound of salutation echoed in the mountains for a long time.

"Seeing the Zijin Tianlong Lingru seeing Jin Zun, He Zichuan, you still don't kneel!" He Zichuan's eyes widened, and he froze on the spot in disbelief, and was only awakened by Qiu Shutong after drinking it, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

Qiu Shutong saw He Zichuan kneeling under the gold medal, nodded with satisfaction, and with his right hand again, he carefully withdrew the gold medal into his own small world, and said to He Zichuan: "The crime committed by the junior brother, Jinding has already been decided, and this court is to be sentenced by Jinding's order, does the junior brother still have questions?"

"Does Master know about this?" He Zichuan knelt on one knee, raised his head with difficulty to look at Qiu Shutong, and asked in disbelief.

Qiu Shutong couldn't bear to look at the end of the hero anymore, turned his face, closed his eyes, and nodded: "Lord Jin Zun doesn't have time to care about these little things anymore."

"Why? It's a small thing, and what is a big deal?"

Qiu Shutong sighed and said, "Lord Jin Zun has just returned from Zhixi and brought back a shocking piece of news. As early as a year ago, Xisha Valley had been wiped out by a group of unknown masters, and the process was similar to the chaos I experienced in front of my Jinchuan. ”

He Zichuan and Mo Yan were shocked when they heard this, He Zichuan suddenly got up, his eyes were fixed on Qiu Shutong, and two cold glints shot out of his eyes. Qiu Shutong did not flinch, and met He Zichuan's eagle-like sharp gaze and looked at He Zichuan, and all the monks in the field seemed to be able to see the sparks in the eyes of the two, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

After a while, He Zichuan suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, I see, I see, I see!"

Although He Zichuan was laughing, the laughter was so tragic, both aggrieved and unwilling. Mo Yan Bingxue was smart, and faintly guessed some of the true meaning of the two of them, and her heart was cold. She hurriedly took a step forward, gently held He Zichuan's hand, and called worriedly: "Xiao Qi!"

Qiu Shutong frowned, shook his head slightly, and said, "Senior brother, if you have any last wishes, senior brother can help you fulfill them." ”

There seemed to be great energy coming from the palm of Mo Yan's white jade carving, which quickly calmed He Zichuan's fluctuating heart. He Zichuan gradually freed himself from his grief and indignation, and when he heard Qiu Shutong's words, he pondered for a moment and asked, "How is my third senior sister doing now?"

Qiu Shutong was stunned for a moment, and blurted out a rhetorical question: "You don't know?"

He Zichuan laughed to himself: "It's all in this situation now, what do you think, Senior Brother Qiu?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Qiu Shutong's eyes, and a cloudy and uncertain expression appeared on his face, at least half a pillar of incense before he gritted his teeth and said, "That's it, I'll believe you once." With the trajectory of Qiu Shutong's arm, the space in the circle gradually shattered, revealing a spatial crack, Qiu Shutong pointed to the crack, and said silently: "Come, come, come!" A huge black jade coffin with a diameter of nearly one zhang slowly flew out of the circular crack and floated in front of He Zichuan and several people.

He Zichuan's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, his head was spinning, his eyes were blackened, and all his luck and thoughts came to naught in an instant. He raised his hand with difficulty, stroked the coffin, and his eyes were like nails, nailed to the coffin: "I can...... Do you want to look at her?"

Without waiting for Qiu Shutong to answer, He Zichuan carefully opened the corner of the coffin, wanting to look at the third senior sister again, but he didn't dare to look at her, as if as long as he didn't look, the third senior sister would not be dead. He suddenly felt that the world in front of him was so unreal, like a nightmare, that he could be awakened at any moment. The third senior sister is dead, and Jinding wants to kill me, is it a dream? Or is it a joke?

I don't know how long he struggled in fear and confusion, but a warm current slowly flowed into He Zichuan's heart, suddenly pulling him back to reality from another world. He Zichuan looked back and saw that Mo Yan's beautiful face had worries that could not be concealed, he barely squeezed out a smile, and secretly felt ashamed in his heart.

No, there is Mo'er behind me, as long as she is not completely safe, I have no qualifications to be sad and cowardly! He Zichuan's eyes cleared, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and mustered up the courage to look into the coffin.

With just one glance, He Zichuan's seemingly solid courage was shattered. The third senior sister lay quietly in the sea of flowers, her face was ruddy, as if she was alive. But He Zichuan was in charge of investigation, and he could see at a glance that all this beauty and tranquility were just the decoration when he was buried. The blood on her face had been forcibly wiped away by the occult arts, the subtle folds in her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth that could not be dispersed showed a stunned expression on her face as she fell, and the slight rubbing marks on her eyelids proved that her eyes had been gently closed after death.

The third senior sister is dead!

He Zichuan clenched his fists with both hands, clenched his teeth, and his body trembled uncontrollably, unable to tell whether it was resentment or sadness.

With a wave of his palm, he gently closed the coffin, closed his eyes and looked at the sky, took a few deep breaths, slowly took a step back, still standing in front of Mo Yan, and said to Qiu Shutong: "Senior brother, how about leaving me alive for a year?"

Qiu Shutong was surprised: "What do you want to do?"

He Zichuan's eyes were red, his lips were chapped, like a wild wolf in the desert, and his whole body exuded a cold and uneasy aura. He said in a hoarse voice, gritted his teeth, and said, "Third Senior Sister will not be blind, I will skin and cramp the person who harmed her, and crush her bones and scatter ashes!"

Zhao Wuji only sneered when he heard this, but he didn't make a sound, but Long Xiangyi's palms trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the Heavenly Dragon Sword in his hand.

Qiu Shutong shook his head slightly, and said mercilessly: "The Discipline Academy has always been merciless, not to mention that the whole Jinchuan thinks that the junior brother is the real culprit who booby-trapped Senior Sister Qin, so the junior brother must not be whimsical anymore." ”

He Zichuan seemed to know this, stopped talking nonsense, and pawed his right hand towards the void, holding a gray-green quaint little bell in his hand. As soon as the little bell appeared, there was a faint and crisp bell sound, the bell sound seemed to fall from the sky, everyone suddenly felt in a trance, and the monks under the fairyland were even more trembling, and their bodies were like chaff.

"Jinyu Immortal Bell?!" Everyone didn't need to see it clearly, they knew what He Zichuan was holding in his hand, and there was no order to take a few steps back neatly, vacating a large open space. Several Saint Realms, including Long Xiangyi and Zhao Wouji, all had their eyelids beating wildly, and their hearts were beating, all afraid that He Zichuan would suddenly burst out and die with him.

"Don't!" Mo Yan grabbed He Zichuan's sleeve and shook his head incessantly, but He Zichuan didn't react at all, still staring at Qiu Shutong coldly.

Although Qiu Shutong also subconsciously took a few steps back, he was quite calm compared to the others, he forcibly suppressed the urge to turn around and escape, and persuaded in a tone as plain as possible: "Senior Brother He, although the Jinyu Immortal Bell is strong, after all, the cost of use is too great, you have not advanced to the Transformation Realm, you can only sacrifice the power of the Yuan Shen, and slightly exert its power, with your Yuan Shen strength, at most, you can only kill three or five Holy Realms, why risk not being able to enter the reincarnation again, and die with a few people?"

Qiu Shutong didn't know that after the strengthening of the Nine Turns Heavenly Azure Pill, He Zichuan's Yuan Shen strength was already close to the late stage of the Holy Realm, and he really wanted to stimulate the Jinyu Immortal Bell with all his strength, and it was not a problem to kill thirteen or fourteen Saint Realm masters in a row, but in this way, He Zichuan would definitely dissipate the Yuan Shen and would not be able to enter reincarnation.

He Zichuan smiled kindly, and said coldly: "What if I only kill one or two people? Since I am destined to die, I don't want those shameless people to live easily, if Senior Brother wants to try, just take a shot." ”

Qiu Shutong's face suddenly turned pale, and Zhao Wouji and the others on the side also looked at each other, silent, and no one dared to come forward.

Just when the scene was dull, suddenly a sharp sword was wrapped in huge mana, breaking through the thick dark clouds, falling from the sky, and was inserted between He Zichuan and Qiu Shutong. Whether it was He Zichuan or Qiu Shutong, after seeing the sword clearly, they were all shocked, and at the same time let out an exclamation.

"Is it him?!"

"Why is he here?"