He Xi, the manager of the Copywriting Palace, saw that He Wenjun was not trying his best, and that guy seemed to want to leave a way back, so he thought about it for a while, and added a handful of firewood:

"If you can get this cultivation confession, involve the Seven Elders and the Great Elder, and defeat them as one, then you and I will have a place at the entrance to the Cave Heaven Secret Realm! Otherwise, if you kill that guy, you and I are not allowed to enter the secret realm, then the cultivation realm will change greatly, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan will be able to dissipate, and you and I will no longer be able to make an inch of progress in this life, and from then on, we will be exhausted like ordinary people, and in the end, we will be like the moon in the well, the flowers in the water, and we will return to dust and dust, and there will be nothing! What can we do?"

"But ・・・・・・"

"Hmph, just that handprint, and then kill his corpse, throw his body, and sell the stolen goods, who cares about it?"

"Your subordinates know! But my subordinates still have a question, I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

"Speak!"

"Yes, the case is closed above, especially such a big case involving the elder level, but it requires a spirit crystal image?"

"Hmph, are you a pig's brain? That guy has already beaten the door of the interrogation room to the point of no human appearance, as long as the physique, appearance is similar, and the clothing accent is not too bad! That is, the great elder and his family are suspicious, and everyone is dead, where can they confront it? At most, it will be nothing! But I have evidence in hand, this Privy Council has no choice but to change people, and when the Privy Council moves into the secret realm, you and I will naturally get the entrance ticket to the secret realm!"

"That's what your lord said!"

He Wenjun looked proud, quietly returned, and planned the collection of all kinds of human and material evidence. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the night, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, and the rumbling thunder woke up the relenting and energetic mind, and he opened his eyes slightly, and through the forbidden Vajra pane of the death row, he happened to see a lightning bolt across the sky, and then there was a deafening sound of thunder and lightning cracking. He puffed out a breath, bent his hands slightly, pinched the magic seal, and the spell in his mouth came out, attracting the weak yuan energy of his own body, and then a little bit of force, the yuan energy was transmitted out of the pane, and it was at this time that a thicker electric light flashed wildly, and a thunderbolt that almost divided the sky into two sides exploded, and there was actually a wisp of that trace of Yuan energy into the death row, and returned to the five internal organs of Jianchuan, and got the nourishment of the divine energy of heaven and earth, and the physique slowly recovered. That is, a cultivator like Jianchuan who is not in the ordinary, can cast his body with the power of heavenly thunder, so all the soldiers in this hell do not know what he can do, and he is scattered at will and let him live and die.

Jianchuan is such a heavenly thunder contact, a trace of Yuan can be collected into the viscera, little by little to repair his own body that has almost become a pile of rotten meat. Fortunately, those disciples were afraid that Jian Chuan would die directly in the interrogation room, and they also had a lot to do with it, so they actually removed the forbidden magic energy from Jian Chuan's body, so that he could survive and support him to die in the death row cell.

With the thunder into the body, Jianchuan can more easily perform the thunder channeling technique, the celestial phenomenon of half-moon thunder and lightning is rare in such an unpredictable place as the endless sea, but Jianchuan successfully repaired the body with the magic energy of the thunder, and then on the last night of the thunder, he sat on the death row, skillfully led the thunder to break through the forbidden magic circle on the pane, and finally got out of his own house, and quietly touched He Wenjun's secret residence with the great hidden technique. And it was the time when He Wenjun worked hard to retreat and seemed to want to break through his own bottleneck.

In an attic where the internal and external qi engines were banned, Jian Chuan was surprised to find that there were several cultivators who looked extremely similar to himself, dressed in their usual robes, and one by one they had been banned from their magic energy, trembling and huddled in the corner of the room. There are two cultivators guarding the place. About downstairs someone was interrogating, and there was a scream after scream. After a while, he stepped up the attic stairs to repair it, and said to the two caretakers upstairs:

"Dead! ”

"Yes!"

Another cultivator who looked the same as Jian Chuan was escorted down, and after a while, a scream came up. In the attic, Shang Xiu suddenly sighed and said:

"Now that I think about it, it's really amazing to come to Dayin, everyone has been tortured into a lot of rotten meat, and there is still breath out!"

"Hehehe, yes! You see, we have captured more than a dozen cultivators who resemble their physique, and if we want to make them almost look like those after being tortured, we have killed several of them, and none of them can survive half of them and die!

"I think that even if all the cultivators here are killed, they may not be able to have the appearance of Da Yin's family after being tortured! If you want me to say that it is almost enough! Why kill innocents indiscriminately like this?"

"Ah, Brother Qiang, look for death!

The other hurriedly crossed over to Brother Naqiang, looked carefully at the stairs outside the door, and sighed for a long time:

"Brother Qiang, sooner or later, I'll give you nonsense and die here!"

"Come on, I'll not talk about it in the future!"

Jian Chuan frowned, he didn't know what He Wenjun wanted to use when he caught these cultivators who were as similar to his own appearance and physique, and he didn't dare to startle the snake, so he had to quietly shrink down the pavilion, a dark room underground, and the layout was the same as the interrogation room of the Copywriting Palace, so He Wenjun was actually out of the customs at that time! At that time, he was sacrificing a piece of spiritual jade to store the interrogation video, and a cultivator who was the same as Jianchuan said in a hoarse voice:

"The Great Elder and the Seventh Elder ・・・・・・ gave me the Endless Sea Cave Heavenly Secret Realm Information Jade ・・・・・・Slip, and the Seventh Elder hinted ・・・・・・that I could exchange these messages for ・・・・・・ immeasurable cultivation materials for future cultivation, so I ・・・・・・"

That Xiu didn't finish talking after all, and when he lowered his head, he actually lost his breath!

"Bad luck!

Then He Wenjun said angrily. In the interrogation room, the two disciples sat on the floor and ate tea, while waiting for the next tortured cultivator to come down.

"I see!"

Jian Chuan quietly flashed in, and leaned closely on He Wenjun and his cultivation, He Wenjun suddenly trembled, rubbed his feet, and looked around in surprise.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

The two disciples asked in surprise.

"Did you two see anything?"

"Something, no!"

It was the two cultivators who looked around, and suddenly a lightning bolt crossed the sky, almost straight down, and exploded in the airspace here. As soon as the sound started, He Wenjun suddenly heard a voice in his ears:

"There is a god three feet above your head!"

"Ahh

As soon as He Wenjun heard the familiar voice that frightened him and hated him to the point of weariness, he almost threw away his soul, jumped up, and when it fell again, it had already become a puddle of rotten meat, and the bones of the muddy body were also shattered like flesh, and his qi had already been cut off. Poor He Wenjun, if it was this half-month retreat, maybe he would have broken through! But now he can't harm others, and his own family died first!

The two men in the interrogation room were stunned, and before they could react, they had already been killed by Jianchuan. Jianchuan packed up He Wenjun's body magic bag, banned the pavilion here, and quietly went out to open the secret room in He Wenjun's secret courtyard, and stored a large number of cultivation materials, and then quietly went out to the secret courtyard of the master of the copywriting hall.

He Xi was practicing the Fa at this time, about a set of punches and kicks, soothing his body bones, he smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to hold a beautiful woman who was looking at him with a smile in his arms, and the woman laughed coquettishly, and kissed her mouth to the dirty tongue that He Xi stretched out. It was about that the female cultivator was too focused, and she was about to twist her body and entangle Na Xi tightly, and there was a coquettish smacking sound in her mouth, but suddenly she felt that He Xi's body was heavy, and it seemed that something had gone out, and the woman said coquettishly:

"Master, why are you so careless today, and it's over like this?, the slave family is just getting up!"

"Ah, master, why did you drop your whole body on me, it's so heavy!"

The female cultivator hugged Na He Xi and just jumped slightly. Falling on the golden bed, he turned over and pressed on Na He Xi's body, his eyes were blurred and he was only ready to sweep his lips and tongue on He Xi's face, but suddenly the female cultivator didn't move, and she slowly left Na He Xi's Dharma body, and looked at He Xi carefully!

"Ahh・・・・・・h

The nun suddenly screamed, jumped up at once, took a few steps back, and then rushed forward a few steps, and checked the He Xi Pulse Gate, but after a while, the nun had already fallen under the bed, and muttered to herself:

"The Yuan Infant in the Dantian was actually crushed by something! The adult of the Transformation God Realm is actually dead!・・・・・・"

"Ahh

The nun suddenly woke up, shouted loudly and rushed out of the door, boom!

At this time, Jian Chuan had already banned this place, and opened the secret room of He Xi, the master of the Copywriting Palace, and swept away all the cultivation materials and magic materials that he had collected in his life, which was the number that even Jian Chuan felt terrified to death, almost as much as the amount of the entire Fang City under his jurisdiction when Jun Ruyi was in Daliang City! Jian Chuan took a seventh-level demon beast leather that he had personally cultivated and made a magic bag, filled all the things in that cave, and then walked quietly.

Returning to He Wenjun's secret room, Jian Chuan took a cultivator who was tortured and died by He Wenjun's men and put it in his own cell in the death row of the Copywriting Palace, performed the Great Hidden Technique, and quietly left.

In a shop on Dragon Island, Sister Hui Ji is playing the piano intermittently, about a piece of music is quite difficult, playing it over and over again, although the tune is already connected and in tune, and the music is good, but it still can't make Hui Ji relieved.

"Mistress, it's late at night, rest!"

The maid urged softly.

"Oh, I see. ”

After all, Hui Ji got up, took a handkerchief from the jade basin on the hand of the maid nun and wiped her hand gently, and then lazily walked, went to bed in her bedroom, lay down on her back, opened her eyes, and listened to the raging storm, but the person was in a daze on the bed. It was almost early in the morning when a sudden alarm bell rang, only to startle Hui Ji to sit up.

"Huan'er, what's going on outside? Why did the alarm bell ring on Dragon Island?"

"Master, Huan'er doesn't know!"

"Check it out!"

"Yes!"

Huan'er went away in response, and Hui Ji also got up, and was just about to leave the bedroom, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of something abruptly placed on the dresser.

That's a magic bag!

But Huan'er never messes with things, huh?" Hui Ji muttered to herself as she walked over and took the bag to look at.

"Ah, it's actually a high-level magic bag!"

When Hui Ji threw her divine thoughts into it, she was stunned at just a glance!

"A bag full of cultivation materials, but who will give me this massive amount of materials?"

Just as Hui Ji was thinking, the door creaked open, and Hui Ji hurriedly took the magic bag, and then stood still in front of the dresser. The sound of scattered footsteps outside the door sounded, the bedrooms opened with a snort, and the fresh and moist air after a gust of night rain blew in, Hui Ji turned around and looked directly, and the maid nun Huan'er was out of breath and said:

"Mistress, something big has happened!"

"Huh?"

Hui Ji frowned and didn't like it, this ring was really flustered, what kind of system did she stumble into?

"There has been a murder in the Privy Council of the Sea Clan! He Xi, the head of the Copywriting Palace, and He Wenjun, the head of the Copywriting Palace, have been killed by personality!"

"Nonsense! Then He Xi is a mid-level cultivator of the Transformation God, who can silently kill a Transformation God power?"

"But that's exactly what happened!"

Hui Ji suddenly froze, and subconsciously linked the bag she had obtained with the murder case.

"Who did that?"

"The Mother of the House, the Mother of the House, ・・・・・・"

It took several calls from the ring to wake Hui Ji up.

"Mistress, what happened to you just now?"

Huan'er asked in surprise.

"I'm wondering who did the murder on Dragon Island?

House of Elders.

The Great Elder had already received the report, and sent someone to inspect the scene, and the Seventh Elder happened to run over out of breath, and whispered to the Great Elder:

"Great Elder, Da Yin has been abused to death by He Wenjun and He Xi!"

"Well, didn't you order him to take careful human and physical evidence, and how did he torture the suspect to death?"

"Great Elder, this matter is a bit weird! It seems that it's not just a big secret leak!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm wondering why He Xi and He Wenjun killed Da Yin? And Da Yin is obviously dead, why did He Xi and He Wenjun also die?"

"What do you mean ・・・・・・"

"Hehehe, Great Elder, it seems that some people don't want you and my subordinates to get admission tickets to the secret realm!"

"Humph!"

The Great Elder was suddenly furious, and he coldly ordered:

"Thoroughly investigate the death of the Great Hide! You are fully responsible for this matter!"

"Yes!"

The Seven Elders withdrew. The second, fourth, and fifth elders in the House of Elders gathered together, and the second elder spoke:

"Great Elder, the cause of He Xi and He Wenjun's death is strange, they should be thoroughly investigated!"

"I have ordered the Seven Elders to take full responsibility for this matter! First, the Copywriting Hall is within the scope of his authority, and second, the Seven Elders have been in the Privy Council for a short time, so they can investigate the case impartially!"

"But He Xi's cultivation is also the family of the six elders, and the six elders have the right to ask!"

"Okay, let's order the Sixth Elder to cooperate with the Seventh Elder to thoroughly investigate this case, and the Seventh Elder will be held responsible. ”

Although the second elder was not very satisfied with this arrangement, after all, the sixth elder was already here, and it was not good for him to say anything more.

The Seven Elders were really alert, they first detained a cadre cultivator under He Wenjun's command, and then thoroughly investigated the prison door of the Copywriting Palace, but in just a few days, the cause of the case was investigated. After discussing with the six elders, he went to the elders' council to announce the case.