The distance was so close, between the lightning and flint, the dagger with cold light had already hit He Zichuan's throat, as long as it was hit, even if He Zichuan had already condensed the immortal body, it would be difficult to escape the fate of disappearing. Seeing this scene, the City Lord of Wei's face became even more hideous, and the mana that urged the dagger increased by three points.

At this moment, He Zichuan's body suddenly burst into golden light, and the golden air currents condensed into a violent wind in front of him at an astonishing speed, and the wind burst out like huge firecrackers, forming a burst of roar in the small room. The dagger that had almost pierced He Zichuan's skin was immediately blown away by the fierce wind and slanted into the rosewood chair beside it.

Before Zhen Tianyu's soft body could fall, it was ejected by the wind for several feet, and the monks who were a little farther away were even more staggered. Except for the Wei City Lord who forcibly stabilized his body, there was no one standing still.

Seeing that the blow he was determined to win failed, the Lord of Wei City immediately decided that his right hand was full of mana and another palm, directly hitting He Zichuan's head. The roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger rushed out with the strong palm wind, and the momentum was even three points better than the wind. If it hits, He Zichuan's head will have no other end than to burst open.

Everyone watched as this palm hit He Zichuan's head, and the Wei City Lord had already shown the ecstasy after the victory, but after a while, the color of ecstasy froze on his face. Because, the bloody scene of the brain-bursting did not come as promised.

I saw that after being hit by a palm, He Zichuan's entire body suddenly overflowed into tens of millions of air currents and disappeared, and the strong palm force passed through his almost nothing-body body, making a fan-shaped ripple like a stormy wave, turning all the things that stood in the way within this range into powder, and the ripples hit the wall of Mustard Sumeru, making a deafening loud sound, and the magic circle that maintained Mustard Sumeru flickered and crumbled.

The Wei City Lord, who knew that something was wrong with a single palm, suddenly stood on the back of the hair, and the combat experience accumulated over countless years made him instinctively and quickly twist his body, relying on his powerful mana cultivation, fighting the price of being eaten by his own mana, and forcibly bounced five inches to the left. At this moment, a golden long sword quietly poked out from behind the Wei City Lord, like a breeze, and flashed away on the side of the Wei City Lord, seemingly floating lightly, but if the Wei City Lord moved half a moment late just now, I am afraid that he would be cut in half on the spot.

The golden sword light converged slightly, and then countless air currents appeared out of thin air at the sword light, fusing into He Zichuan's figure again. The sword failed, He Zichuan was not angry, and a powerful spiritual pressure rushed out of his body, and the magic circle that maintained the mustard seed Sumeru immediately sounded with an overwhelming click.

The City Lord of Wei, who had dodged the fatal sword, didn't have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead before he felt the weight of Wan Jun, like being in the depths of the deep sea. He was shocked back by the heavy pressure of "kicking and kicking" for three steps before he slowly adjusted his breath, his face showed shock, and he sighed in surprise in his heart, "He Zichuan has advanced to the Holy Realm for less than a hundred years, and his mana is so profound!" He Zichuan didn't give the Wei City Lord a chance to breathe, his right hand leaned forward, and a golden air flow flew out of his big sleeve, condensing into a three-foot long sword, and the long sword shot out a cyan sword as if it were nothing.

As soon as the city lord of Wei saw the sword clearly, he felt that the sword was a few inches away from him, and his pupils suddenly shrank in shock, his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly moved to the right to dodge, and at the same time, he held the void with both hands in front of his chest, and held a black giant hammer that appeared out of thin air in his hand. As soon as his body hit the ground, he raised his hammer and swept back, and the giant hammer was wrapped in a thunderbolt and hit the air, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and then He Zichuan's figure appeared a zhang in front of the Wei City Lord, and the cyan sword followed him like a shadow. The city lord of Wei hurriedly withdrew the sledgehammer to protect his chest, a crisp sword sounded, and he was pushed three steps by a huge force, and as soon as he stabilized his figure, he immediately used the sledgehammer as a shield to block the left and right branches, and the wind-like invisible sword qi rubbed several crystal sparks on the surface of the giant hammer.

Everything has only taken three or four breaths since it happened, and the two Saint Realm masters have only fought five or six moves, but the fierceness and thrill of the battle are indescribable. At this time, He Zichuan stood three steps in front of the Wei City Lord, and the three-foot Qingfeng that had just shown his might had long since disappeared. The city lord of Wei was holding a sledgehammer, maintaining a fighting posture and looking grim. At this time, his hair was scattered, the long hair on his left sideburns was cut in half, the long sleeve of his right hand was also cut off, and he fell to the side in embarrassment, and more than ten sword marks on the black giant hammer were hideous and terrifying, one of which was more than an inch deep, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Who instructed you to betray Jin Chuan and assassinate this seat?" He Zichuan said slowly with a gloomy face.

City Lord Wei gasped softly, loosening his numb tiger mouth, and it wasn't until He Zichuan opened his mouth that he realized that his cold sweat had actually soaked his back.

"The Seven Swords of Jinchuan really live up to their reputation, but in the end they are still too careless", the City Lord of Wei smiled bitterly in his heart, beat his spirit, and took out a palm-sized milky white token, and a white tiger on the token was lifelike, revealing a majestic momentum that shook the mountains and wilderness.

The city lord of Wei spread the token around, so that everyone could see it clearly, and then said with a strong heart: "This city lord is ordered by the Jinchuan White Tiger Guard to arrest the traitor He Zichuan of the sect, and you will help as soon as possible, otherwise it will be regarded as disobedience!" After that, he turned to He Zichuan and said: "The traitor He Zichuan, you left your post without permission and left the sect without permission, so if you don't tie up your hands quickly, go back to Jinchuan with the city lord to ask for guilt!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked, and more than ten monks of Qingfeng Hall looked left and right, and they were a little confused for a while. He Zichuan looked up to the sky and laughed, and said in a deep voice: "When will the White Tiger Guard also be involved in the punishment of Jinchuan? When will the outer gate of Jinchuan also be able to point fingers at the inner gate? When will the hall master of the Seven Swords Hall also be arrested in public by a mere cliff city lord?!"

Every time he asked, He Zichuan took a step forward, and every time he asked, his tone was stern, and when he said the last question, He Zichuan was already full of voice. The city lord of Wei was like a frosted eggplant, with no momentum at all, and kept retreating.

Just when He Zichuan was about to strike again and fowl the Wei City Lord, the mustard Sumeru where everyone was finally couldn't withstand the successive impacts, and collapsed after a few flickers. At the moment when the ring Sumeru collapsed, a man in black suddenly fell to the ground like a meteor, and slashed at the two Qingfeng Hall monks who were blocking the way, and the two monks who were hit exploded and died before they could let out a scream. After killing two people in a row, the black-clothed man changed his shape, quickly pressed towards He Zichuan, turned his palm into a claw and grabbed He Zichuan at the door. He Zichuan frowned, and the golden long sword poked out again, and several sword lights instantly sealed the way out of the man in black. The man in black was not afraid of color, and his flesh claws shattered all the sword light as soon as he grabbed it. Before the shattered sword light dissipated, He Zichuan's golden long sword had already trembled, pointing directly at the throat of the man in black. But the man in black didn't retreat, and grabbed He Zichuan's forehead with one claw again, intending to exchange his life for his life. He Zichuan, who didn't want to die with his opponent, could only reluctantly put away his sword and retreat, and at the same time opened his mouth and spewed out a cyan wind blade, slashing straight at the black-clothed man's ribs.

The man in black sneered, and nine flying knives flew out behind him, instantly scattering the cyan wind blade like a pack of wolves slaughtering pigs, and then the purple light of the flying knives flashed, slashing towards He Zichuan in a strange arc.

The Qingfeng Sword in He Zichuan's hand was full of sword light, spewing out several zhang of sword light, like a round of crescent moon sweeping through the air, and the seven flying knives that were swept turned into powder with a wail, but there were still two fish that escaped the net. Two screams immediately came from behind He Zichuan, and the two heads were cut off by the flying knife and thrown high, and blood gushed out in all directions, spilling all over the ground.

"It's not good, it's a trick!" It turns out that the flying knife is fake to kill the enemy, and killing people is real. The masters of those two screams were actually the two entourages who came with the Wei City Lord. At this time, the mustard seed Sumeru was completely shattered, and the man in black flew right in front of the Wei City Lord. He Zichuan, who realized the plan, was shocked, and the powerful mana rushed out, and the surrounding wind immediately became fierce, and countless wind blades flew between the heavens and the earth, like a huge meat grinder, as if it was going to smash everything that dared to violate the ban.

When the wind was coming, the aura of the black-clothed man's body protection instantly collapsed, but he didn't panic at all, and calmly played a magic decision, and a small dark green shield swirled out, and the green light of the small shield shone out, blocking the wind from the sky. Although the green light flickered and dimmed under the tearing of the wind, it seemed that it could collapse at any time, but it bought the man in black plenty of time, only to see him throw a picture scroll from his bosom, raise his finger and draw an obscure pattern on the scroll, and a brass gate engraved with the head of a hideous beast appeared in the scroll. As soon as the gate appeared, the man in black grabbed the Wei City Lord and stepped into it, and then the brass gate quickly closed, and the scroll disappeared into a little starlight in mid-air, and the two escaped.

The wind dissipated, looking at the place where the two escaped, He Zichuan's face sank like water, and he couldn't force the two to stay, but firstly, the black-clothed man's skills were secretive, his strength was not bad, and his actual combat power was actually almost the same as his own, and secondly, the Wei City Lord was also a real master of the Holy Realm, although he was not afraid of one enemy and two enemies, but he was not confident that he could save the lives of the more than ten Qingfeng Hall monks around him, in order to be stable, he could only watch the other party escape, he was really depressed, thinking back to the destruction of the He family, and he was suffered in the Jinchuan realmThe sneak attack of "my own people" not only added a few points of gloom, but also a sense of ominousness that the mountain rain was about to come in my heart.

After the mustard seed Sumeru was shattered, everyone fell on a secluded wasteland outside the cliff city, and the surviving Qingfeng Hall people were still dumbfounded, and it was difficult to hide the shock in their hearts. Seeing this, He Zichuan was even more indignant, and asked coldly, "What happened to the two guys who were killed?"

After all, Zhen Tianyu also has a fairyland cultivation, condensed the immortal body, and after being paralyzed by the poison for a short time, there is no major problem at this time. Hearing the hall master's question, he stepped forward to roughly inspect the two headless corpses, shook his head and said: "Both have been killed, both of them should be masters of the fairy realm, and they have been cultivated into a small world for storage, and their subordinates have not been able to intercept their primordial gods when they just died, and open their small world for exploration, and now I am afraid it is difficult to dig out any clues on them." "After the monk reaches the fairyland, he initially grasps the power of space, and can open up an independent small space for storage, this kind of supernatural power is called a small world, and if you want to forcibly open the other party's small world, you can only forcibly control the other party's original spirit before his death. At this time, these two people are dead, the primordial spirit has dissipated, reincarnated, unless you can accurately find a small world of these two people in the vast universe, you can forcibly crack it, and explore all kinds of potential clues in the storage space of the two. However, this method is as ethereal as looking for two grains of fine sand that belong to those two people in the vast desert, not to mention Zhen Tianyu and He Zichuan, even if Jin Zun personally goes out, he can't do it.

He Zichuan had already expected this kind of result, and he was not too disappointed, and continued: "The City Lord of Wei is holding the White Tiger Guard Token, and the meaning of blame is very heavy, but it must not be investigated. A clear wind order was immediately issued, and Bai Huwei was notified to participate in the investigation. In addition, immediately report the matter to Jinding (Jinding is the main peak of Jinchuan, and the main hall of Jinchuan is built on it, which refers to the high-level of Jinchuan), and ask the gluttonous guard to participate in the aftermath. In the end, I copied the Cliff City Lord's Mansion......" He Zichuan originally wanted to say, "Copy the Cliff City Lord's Mansion and carefully search for clues", but then he thought that after all, the Seven Swords Hall has limited manpower, and under normal circumstances, similar things are handed over to the local outer gate guards to be responsible, and Cliff City belongs to the jurisdiction of the White Tiger Guard, and at this time, it is not possible to determine whether the White Tiger Guard has a problem, so it is not good for the White Tiger Guard to participate in the investigation of the Falling Cliff City Lord's Mansion.

Thinking of this, He Zichuan thought for a while and then spoke again: "Forget it, you send someone to the City Lord's Mansion to carefully collect clues, and wait for the gluttonous guard to send someone to carry out the matter." ”

Zhen Tianyu was about to take the order and leave, He Zichuan suddenly thought of something, stopped Zhen Tianyu again and asked, "Tianyu, you mentioned before that there was a group of suspicious masters outside the Falling Dragon Valley?"

Zhen Tianyu nodded and said: "Yes, the origin of this group of people is unknown, there are at least thirty people, the specific number is unknown, they are holding a map slip, asking around the terrain of the extreme north, and some nightingales have been tested a little, and found that this group of people has at least three fairyland masters, and their subordinates think it is very suspicious."

When He Zichuan heard this, he hugged his hands and cheeks and thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Judging from what happened just now, there is a good chance that the City Lord of Wei and the mysterious person are related to the He family's extermination case, and the other party is powerful, and the identity and purpose are unknown. Honza is worried that they are brewing a big conspiracy against Kanegawa, and the top priority now is to figure out three things, first, who the other party really is. They can quietly wipe out the first-class immortal cultivators in the extreme north under our noses, and their strength can be seen, and the people in the world who have this strength are none other than the five great immortal gates of the East China Sea Demon Palace, the Southern Xinjiang Sacred Domain, the Xisha Valley, the Far North Jinchuan and the Central Plains Juling Mountain, but this seat has not received the news of several other high-level monks collectively dispatching before, which is too weird. Second, it is necessary to figure out the real purpose of the other party. The purpose of the other party is not clear, so we can only be led by the nose like dogs, and only by figuring out what they want can we turn against the customer. Third, it is necessary to find out the strength and details of the other party, otherwise it is difficult to guarantee that something like today will not happen again. We currently have very few clues, and although the clues in the Falling Dragon Valley are vague, we can't give up. In a short period of time, it is definitely too late to summon the forces of Qingfeng Hall scattered throughout Wuzhou, or to send people from Jinchuan to investigate, for the sake of today's plan, only this seat will personally go out to meet these mysterious people for a while. ”

Zhen Tianyu nodded frequently after listening to He Zichuan's analysis, and it was not until he heard the last sentence that his face changed, and he said worriedly: "Hall Master, the opponent is strong, and in the case that the suspicion of the White Tiger Guard cannot be ruled out, we can be regarded as alone, and I am afraid that it is easy to fall into danger if we rashly engage with the opponent in a short fight." ”

He Zichuan sneered and said, "Before this seat went down the mountain, I had a premonition that I would encounter a strong enemy this time, so I brought the Jinyu Immortal Bell. ”

"Jinyu Immortal Bell?!" This time, not only Zhen Tianyu, but all the monks present couldn't help but gasp when they heard this. Jinyu Xianling is the treasure of the Jinchuan Town Sect, and the Bafang Hui Demon Tablet of the East China Sea Demon Palace, the Soul Lock to the Xisha Valley, the Karma Fire Red Lotus Sword of the Southern Xinjiang Holy Domain, and the Haotian Treasure Mirror of the Central Plains Juling Mountain belong to the treasure of Tianhe.

Everyone was born in the inner gate of Jinchuan, so they were naturally not surprised by the power of the Jinyu Immortal Bell, but were shocked by the Jinyu Immortal Bell that He Zichuan carried with him. The Jinyu Immortal Bell is enshrined in the Secret Realm Pavilion, and it is not allowed to move when the sect is alive and dead. Now that Jin Zun is not in Jinchuan, He Zichuan took advantage of the convenience of sitting in the Secret Realm Pavilion to carry the Jinyu Immortal Bell down the mountain, which obviously did not have Jin Zun's permission, no matter what the final result of the He family's extermination case is, He Zichuan will not be able to escape the heavy punishment of the Discipline Academy.

He Zichuan saw that everyone was stunned, and sighed: "The He family has provided Jinchuan with countless well-qualified immortal cultivators over the years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the pillar stone of Jinchuan. The He family was wiped out overnight, on the surface it was like a vendetta between the immortal cultivation families, but inside it was very likely to be a huge conspiracy against Jin Chuan. Now that the master is gone, some people above the golden dome are too numb and short-sighted, giving those who are young a chance to take advantage of. This seat is to make a decision on the spot, to eliminate the catastrophe before it happens, and all the consequences will be borne by this seat, so you don't have to worry. ”

Hearing He Zichuan's words, everyone was stunned, and then clasped their fists and saluted, saying that they didn't dare.

He Zichuan smiled with satisfaction and continued: "Tianyu reminded me well, you immediately send someone back to Jinchuan to report the news, please send elite reinforcements from the Pure Yang Hall and the Extreme Yin Hall, and we will catch up with the target first, investigate secretly, and try not to have a head-on conflict with the other party first."

Zhen Tianyu nodded, hugged his fists and left.

In the dark night sky, two shocking waves swept away and flew high, it was the escaped Wei City Lord and the mysterious person.

"Mr. Mo, why didn't you join forces with Zai Xia to kill that Qingfeng Sword before?" asked the Wei City Lord.

Mr. Mo snorted coldly and said, "You have also learned the strength of the Qingfeng Sword, if it weren't for the little mustard Sumeru in the Qingfeng Hall, you couldn't let go of your hands and feet, you might not be able to support me to save you." ”

Thinking of the previous vulnerability, the old face of the Wei City Lord turned hot, but he still continued to ask: "Could it be that the strength of the two of us still can't kill him?"

Mr. Mo was silent for a moment, and sighed: "I'm afraid the victory or defeat is in the number of four or six, even if the two of us can defeat each other, but it may be difficult to kill them, not to mention that it is not possible to distinguish the superior in a moment and a half when it comes to fighting, after all, this place is the boundary of Jinchuan, although we are not afraid, but it will be worth the loss if we expose the plan for this." ”

Hearing this, the City Lord of Wei sighed and said, "I didn't expect He Zichuan to have such a cultivation in less than a hundred years since he had just advanced to the Holy Realm. ”

Mr. Mo said with a smile: "The combat power of a monk depends largely on the level of cultivation, but under the same level, the exercises, blades, magic weapons, and spirit runes are the keys to victory, and among them, the strength of the exercises is the most important. Although your cultivation is slightly stronger than him, your exercises are too much inferior to him, and your actual combat power is not at the same level at all. After all, the core exercises of the Five Great Immortal Gates were created by that adult, and although they were handy, they were still breathtaking in our opinion. ”

"The sir?"

Mr. Mo showed a look of longing and sighed: "He, he is a big man who only exists in legends......"

Seeing that Mr. Mo didn't say who it was, the City Lord of Wei didn't ask in detail, but hesitated to speak: "Mr. Mo, dare to ask what your sect wants when you come this time?"

When Mr. Mo heard this, his originally warm eyes immediately burst into two cold rays, and he said coldly: "City Lord Wei, listen to the next persuasion, if you still want to get the reward alive, don't be too curious." "The city lord of Wei seemed to be pierced by the cold light, and his heart was cold, but he still had concerns in his heart, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but in the end he wanted to stop talking.

Mr. Mo seemed to see through what the Wei City Lord was thinking, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, although the mission has failed, your family members have been evacuated, and the rewards that should be given to you will not be less, and when you digest these rewards and successfully advance to the realm, who else can help you? Let me tell you the truth, this operation is just a temptation, and I don't expect to rely on you to successfully kill the Qingfeng Sword." ”

When the city lord of Wei heard that he could get the reward, he was first overjoyed, and then he found that the other party looked down on him so much, and his heart was furious, but when he thought of the other party's strict organization, endless masters, exquisite calculations and superb means, he was shocked in his heart, and he felt a deep fear, and he didn't dare to say more.

Up to now, City Lord Wei still didn't know whether Mr. Mo's group of people was a sect, an organization, or something else? As a high-ranking monk, he had never heard of such a group of strange masters with superior strength in this world, maybe they were hidden in the Five Great Immortal Sects? Or was it simply the secret strength of one of the Five Great Immortal Sects? How many of the Five Great Immortal Sects were like himself, who became their eagle dogs and lackeys for a reward that they could not refuse?

City Lord Wei suddenly found that he was so small, so worthless, his majesty as a so-called high-ranking monk was just a dispensable fig leaf in front of the real terrifying beasts, and he decided that after receiving the reward, he must bring his family and live in seclusion until he broke through to the transformation realm. No, at least in the middle of the Avatar Realm, you won't be able to get back into the light of day. Thinking about their hearts, City Lord Wei and Mr. Mo quickly flew towards a place in the extreme north, leaving only the quiet night sky with stars shining.

Thirty miles outside the cliff city, a middle-aged man in a green robe turned into a wisp of shock, and he was flying rapidly in the air with a solemn expression. He was Xiang Dong, a monk of Qingfeng Hall who had just been sent back to Jinchuan by Zhen Tianyu to report and ask for help. Xiang Dong advanced to the middle stage of the Void Realm in less than six hundred years, and served as a temperance envoy in the Qingfeng Hall, which can be described as a bright future. This time he returned to Jinchuan to report the letter to the hall master He Zichuan personally, and the superintendent Zhen Tianyu directly ordered, he knew that the matter was very important, so he was extremely cautious.

During the flight, Xiang Dong's mind suddenly felt something different, he never paid attention to such a small sense in the past, but this time he was more vigilant, but he slowed down his body, turned around and looked back, only to see a flash of brilliance, and then he felt a heat in his chest, and when he looked down, his chest had been pierced by an arrow feather the thickness of a thumb. Xiang Dong's powerful mana began to drain rapidly, and he wanted to scream in horror, but found that there seemed to be a gravitational force on the arrow feather, dragging his Yuan Shen into it little by little. Panic and despair filled Xiang Dong's mind, and his uncontrollable figure quickly fell to the ground, and everything calmed down after a muffled sound.

A moment later, a man in black quickly came to the corpse, and the powerful divine thought easily burrowed into Xiang Dong's storage ring, and took out a secret note the size of a little finger from it. The man in black smiled proudly, and with Qingfeng Tang's special method of dealing with the secret note, he unlocked the forbidden law on it, and looked at it with a swagger, after noting down the content of the secret note, the man in black casually swiped and shot out a flame, burning Xiang Dong's body to ashes in an instant. Then the man in black flicked several spells with both hands, and performed a rare method of covering up his aura, and even if someone came to check afterwards, it was difficult to get the slightest clue. After doing all this, the man in black flew towards the sky with a sly smile.

At dawn, somewhere in the far north, on a small lake with smoke and waves, in the thick mist, a small fishing boat slowly rippled with the waves. A handsome man dressed in white sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat caressing the strings, and beside him lay a delicate incense burner, slowly bubbling with the fragrance. The elegant aroma, coupled with the melodious and far-reaching, artistic conception of the noble piano sound, makes people indulge in it unconsciously. The only fly in the ointment is that this noble son with good demeanor and temperament has a mediocre appearance, even a slightly ugly face.

After a while, the sound of the piano under the white-clothed boy slowed down sharply and gradually cleared, and an old servant in the cabin took the opportunity to walk out and whispered in the child's ear: "Childe, He Zichuan has passed the cliff city. ”

"Hmm". The boy in white bowed his head slightly, and said softly that he knew, but the sound of the piano in his hand did not fluctuate for half a minute, and after a clear transition, it gradually became high-pitched and urgent.