Chapter 301: Peaks and Mountains Gather

Ning Zhiyuan only felt that he was about to go crazy!

This is a madman!

Utter lunatic!

Regardless of the indiscriminateness, he opened a killing ring, and in less than an hour, the Ning family was bleeding, and now, in the huge Ning family's mansion, only one of them is left alive......

"Our Ning family, where did you offend you, can you let me die and understand!"

He roared madly, his voice mournful and trembling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But in his heart, there was no fear, only grief, anger, and unwillingness.

He really couldn't figure out where the Ning family had offended such a peerless powerhouse of the Demon Gate.

He didn't know about the existence of the Blood Slaying Demon Sect, but he still noticed this obvious sign of demon cultivation.

What answered him was the bloody mouth of a hundred-zhang tall extraterritorial heavenly demon.

He didn't even have the slightest ability to resist, and he was swallowed directly.

The hundred-foot-tall Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon, after swallowing it, seemed to chew it rattling, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Go to hell, ask that genius in your family!"

Long Qianqi's expression was indifferent, and his voice was cold.

But suddenly, he smiled.

The smile is a little self-deprecating, a little eerie, and a little cold.

He said slowly: "I forgot, you don't even have a chance to go to hell, your soul will be devoured by the heavenly demons, and there will be no scum left......"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the corpses in the garden, smelling the rich smell of blood, and a hint of pleasure flashed across his face.

"The bloodiest revenge, heart-warming!"

"Ning Haofeng, this is just the beginning!"

"I really want to see your expression after you know that your family is dead!"

He seemed to be greatly satisfied, sighed softly, spoke slowly, stepped into the void, and disappeared.

......

The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like fury.

Xiao Yu stood halfway up the Kunwu Peak, looking into the distance, only to see countless mountains, one after another, the green waves, like the waves of the sea, people couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Walking further up, there are white clouds, floating around, like immortals, living above the nine heavens, making people forget where they are.

However, these white clouds also obscured the line of sight, except for the other eight main peaks that stood on the top of the sky and the earth, the others were no longer real, and they were hazy as if they were in a dream.

Until, he saw the Kunlun Treasure Palace.

This hall is incomparably magnificent, carved beams and painted buildings, each supporting stone pillar has a thickness of two zhang, from below, straight into the sky.

Xiao Yu followed Master Chen Hu into it, walked inside, and walked into the meeting hall.

When he entered, he found that there were already many people sitting inside, some he knew and some he didn't.

The cultivator sitting on the main seat, with a childish face, a kind face, squinting his eyes slightly, cultivated to reach the peak of the terrifying Life Dragon Realm, a half-step saint, only one step away, he will enter the holy realm.

Chen Feng laughs!

This is the head of the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, the ancestor of Zuo Wuxiang, a generation of powerhouses!

And sitting next to Chen Fengxiao was not many powerhouses of the Dragon Realm, but the Holy Son, Kuching.

Kuching has a transcendent status within the Xuanhuang Sword Sect, and is recognized as a young man with great talent, and has grown up with a limitless future.

Xiao Yu's impression of this person is still quite good.

This is a man who acts quite upright, and has a chivalrous heart!

When Xiao Yu saw Kuching, Kuching obviously saw him as well.

"You're really not an ordinary person, congratulations!"

Kuching whispered to him, a kind smile on his face.

Xiao Yu didn't speak, just smiled slightly, nodded to him, and then followed the master and sat down on the side.

In addition to the head of the sect Chen Fengxiao and the Holy Son Kuching, Ge Tianqiao, the deputy hall master of the Torture Palace, was also here.

Xiao Yu didn't know the other cultivators sitting at the top, he only knew that they were all elders in the sect.

Xiao Yu looked at the deputy hall master of the torture hall, Ge Tianqiao, and a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes.

Then, he glanced at the sitting cultivators on either side of the Ge Tianqiao, guessing their identities in his heart.

Those two may be the other two deputy hall masters, but I don't know, ask the hall master of the torture hall if they are here.

Nage Tianqiao's gaze swept over Xiao Yu, paused slightly, and then looked away quietly.

Xiao Yu sneered, the mastermind behind this matter, Ge Tianqiao was also one of them, of course, he believed that the other party would be able to take himself out.

This matter will definitely not involve him in the end, even if it causes such a bad consequence, allowing the Blood Slaying Demon Sect to successfully resurrect the Blood Sea Ancestor.

Even, Su Qinghou, the eighteenth-generation grandson of the Supreme Elder Su Qingyuan, will not be greatly implicated.

Someone will top the tank!

At most, they'll be questioned.

After waiting for a while, Yu Hua led Su Hao in, and Dugu Sheng, Shi Yi, Momo, and Li Muyu also came one after another.

In doing all of you, except for Xiao Yu and his brothers, as well as their respective masters, the worst cultivation is also the powerhouse of the Dragon Realm.

Obviously, the rebirth of this Blood Sea Ancestor has attracted their attention enough.

"I've kept everyone waiting. ”

Supreme Elder Ren Zhengfei suddenly walked in slowly.

All the cultivators, including Xiao Yu, stood up in unison as a sign of respect.

Ren Zhengfei glanced at Xiao Yu intentionally or unintentionally, then walked forward and sat on the top chair.

"Say, 'I'll just listen.' ”

He said indifferently, "Master Chen, you preside." ”

Chen Feng smiled slightly, and then began to say with an extremely serious face:

"The beginning of this matter involved several juniors, and I only learned about the specific process recently. I really didn't expect that in the territory of our Xuanhuang Sword Sect, such a major event as resurrecting the Blood Sea Ancestor would happen. The saddest thing is that we, as the masters of this billion-mile territory, did not know anything about this matter before this. Is this a deliberate cover-up? Or is there really no clue?"

"Now this matter has been involved in a wide range of things, the horror of the Blood Sea Ancestor, the juniors can't imagine it at all, even I, I just got some information from the sect classics. Back then, the Blood Sea Ancestor once turned the entire Southern Regions upside down with the power of one person, and all the sects were almost destroyed. And the seven major sects united, and in the end, they didn't kill it, but just smashed it into the spatial crack and slept forever. I didn't expect that the remnants of the Blood Slaying Demon Sect would resurrect them now!"

"If it weren't for Xiao Yu, the little guy from Qiyu Peak, who was sent there on a mission, he wouldn't have discovered the true secret of this matter. This really makes me a little unimaginable, more than a dozen cities have been slaughtered, and the strong people in the Heavenly Song Empire have disappeared one by one inside, and they have asked our sect for help, but no one has ever known about the strangeness of this matter? No one has taken it as a big thing to pay attention to, but has finally sent out a few cultivators who have been born out of the realm, this is really ridiculous!"

Speaking of this, the expression on his face had become extremely serious.

"So, today we will understand this matter in its entirety. ”

After finishing speaking, he then turned to Ge Tianqiao and said, "Tianqiao, you first tell the details of this incident in detail." ”

Everyone present was silent, and Chen Hu and the others showed joy one by one.

Only Xiao Yu, his expression was still cold, no joy or sorrow.