"Gentlemen, have you ever heard of a monk named Chu Ziheng? It is rumored that he killed Wuyang Zhenjun!"

"I've heard a little, and I always think it's just a rumor made by an idler. Although that young monk is said to be talented, he is only a newcomer to the Ning Dan realm, how can he kill the long-famous Wuyang True Monarch?

"Oh, it's true! This news has already spread in Tianlan County, and it is still the news released by the elders, it can't be fake!"

Such a shocking secret story is tantamount to thunder on the ground, spreading rapidly throughout the land of the Three Kingdoms and One Hundred Sects, causing a lot of earthquakes in the cultivation world, and since then, the name Chu Ziheng has truly entered the field of vision of many monks.

In a quiet teahouse, it was also crowded with people at the moment, listening to the storyteller talk about the play with relish: "It is said that this Chu Ziheng is eight feet tall, his eyes are like Lang Xing's ears and wheels, the heavenly court is full, the ground is well-proportioned, his teeth are white and the snow is vermilion, and he is in a plain robe.

The storyteller on the stage was talking like a river, and the people in the audience were still in a trance, like hearing the Arabian Nights.

Who is Wuyang Zhenjun? He is known as the number one person in Ningdan's combat power for thousands of years, and he is a famous man who has been famous for a long time! If it hadn't gone wrong when he was gathering babies, he would definitely have made great progress all the way and become a new legend of the Shattered Star Sea. However, such a hero died at the hands of an unknown junior, and many people will find it difficult to accept it for a while.

"What is the origin of that Chu Ziheng, whether it is from a force above the fourth grade, otherwise, even if Wuyang Zhenjun is old and frail, it is not something that can be killed by a cat or a dog casually!"

"You don't know yet, do you? This kid is really a ruthless person! At a young age, he made a big deal that shook the ghost realm, and directly killed the outgoing disciples of the Netherworld Sect to the point where nothing was left. Later, even the monks who spied on him were killed. Kill one person in ten steps, blood flows thousands of miles, and corpses are mountains of bones..."

?“ The Netherworld Sect's order to kill him has not been withdrawn yet, and almost everyone who pursues and kills him has a portrait of him, although that kid can change his appearance and body shape, but the snake and the little girl can't change, and there are countless people who chase and kill him after leaving the ghost domain..."

With the passage of time, Chu Ziheng's image gradually plumped up, and even became the target of the younger generation of monks. From small teahouses to song and dance shops, from small towns to big counties, his good name is spread everywhere, more precisely, it should be a fierce name!

Because Chu Ziheng showed the strength to kill Wuyang Zhenjun, but those who had the intention to seize the Kaiyuan Dan had to weigh whether they were qualified to be involved in this melee, so they all gave up the idea of chasing and killing Chu Ziheng, and the netherworld sect's killing order was like a dead letter.

Just when the outside world was in an uproar, Chu Ziheng, who was at the center of the whirlpool of public opinion, was lying in a stone room and complaining bitterly. Chu Ziheng looked at the bowl of dark green decoction in front of him, and said with a bitter face: "That... Can I not drink it..."

"No!" Yu Ji said angrily, "You have to drink it! Drink the medicine to get better quickly! And there are a lot of treasures in it, black bone grass, iron-eating beast essence blood, sea buckthorn fruit..."

"Hehe, little Hengzi! You just drink it, this cup is not cheap, it cost more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones! Don't let down the hard work of others!" Xiao Bai squeezed his eyebrows at Chu Ziheng, and pouted Chu Ziheng from time to time to drink.

"Don't make trouble!" Chu Ziheng was so angry that he slapped Xiaobai to the ground.

Yu Ji still reluctantly brought the bowl of soup to him, and it seemed that he had to drink it.

"I'm really fine! I don't believe it!" Chu Ziheng struggled to get out of bed.

But as soon as he saw Yu Ji pouting and crying, Chu Ziheng was instantly killed in his heart and lost his armor and collapsed. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll drink it, can't I drink it?"

Chu Ziheng pinched his nose and poured it down, the spicy taste made him almost spit it out, and he swallowed it. After the bowl bottomed out, Chu Ziheng's face turned green, and his stomach began to turn over the river and the sea.

"Isn't it delicious?" Xiaobai got up from the ground and teased.

"It's delicious!" Chu Ziheng squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

"Really, Brother Yu, the concubine is serving you a bowl. Yu Ji happily took the bowl in Chu Ziheng's hand.

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm cured now!" Chu Ziheng immediately jumped up from the bed.

The strength of the Netherworld Sect in the Chongwu realm is mysterious, and it is rumored that the ancestor in the sect is the number one master after the three great masters! However, the sect is low-key, and it is no exaggeration to say that the Netherworld Sect is the most mysterious sect in the land of the Three Kingdoms and the Hundred Sects. No one can tell where the mountain gate of the Netherworld Sect headquarters is hidden, and how many Yuanying masters there are in the sect, people from the outside world don't know.

The exercises in the door are weird and abnormal, and the strength of a body depends on how many ghosts are raised, among the peers, the more ghosts they raise, the stronger their strength is, and their cultivation is even more everyday.

Although the disciples in the sect often disappear inexplicably, it does not prevent the Netherworld Sect from becoming a hall that many casual cultivators dream of, and countless low-level monks have to join the Netherworld Sect. It's a pity that the location of the Netherworld Sect's mountain gate is extremely secret, and no one has been able to find it so far.

At the junction of Chongwu and Gukui, there is a valley shrouded in mist all the year round, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers from a distance, you will find that the scene is very different after passing through the fog, and the valley exudes a heavy dead air. Hidden in the mountains is a huge community of karst caves extending in all directions, and each passage extends dozens of large and small branches, which are intricately intertwined, making people unable to advance or retreat.

This group of karst caves is the mountain gate of the Netherworld Sect. In the center of the huge cave, there stood forty-nine stone pillars, each carved with ancient runes with incomprehensible meanings, more like some kind of evil totem. The 49 stone pillars are formed by the accumulated stalactites, standing in different directions. It constitutes a natural gathering array, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is continuously gathered.

The atmosphere of the cave ** was terrifyingly depressing, and a figure shrouded in gray mist was on the throne of white bones, and a carpet made of hundreds of human skins was laid under his feet.

In the gray mist, two green ghost fires lit up in the eye holes, and the eerie voice like a voice from Jiuyou slowly spoke: "Ah Ming, is this how you do things?"

Two groups of ghost flames stared at Xue Ming, and the terrifying old demon Xue Ming, at this moment, was like a dog, kneeling at the feet of the man and trembling. Immediately, his heart was like a heavy hammer, his mouth spat blood, and his figure flew out upside down, and within two breaths, Xue Ming flew back again, obediently kneeling in the position just now.

Xue Ming couldn't stop kowtowing and said, "Old Ancestor is angry! It's the disciple who is incompetent! This time this son will be cramped and peeled!"

The figure snorted heavily, and scolded: "Bastard thing! You still know that you are incompetent?!" scolded and was still angry, so he kicked over, this time he didn't use his strength, but he also kicked Xue Ming's two ribs.

The rest of the people kneeling on the ground all looked at Xue Ming who was suffering with complicated expressions, and they didn't know what it was like in their hearts. Netherworld Sect is such a sect that has no affection, no master-apprentice love, let alone the same family, and all interests are paramount. It was Xue Ming who suffered today, maybe it would be their turn next time.

After a long time, the person known as the ancestor spoke faintly: "I underestimated that little beast..."