After Qin Qi said that, he immediately rushed towards the outside of the stone cave, but the hall outside the stone cave was empty, only with a lot of cobwebs and dust. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Qin Qi immediately released the power of the Dragon Yuan, but he didn't find anything, and he couldn't even find any living creatures in the entire Poison Sect.

"I think they escaped, and the speed of the hideous is much faster than yours!" Liu Yiyi could only comfort like this.

Qin Qi nodded after hearing this, but his brows were still locked.

"Let's go back to Qingyun City!" Liu Yiyi said suddenly, because she knew that there was Qin Qi's trusted brother in Qingyun City.

"No, let's go to Xuantian Pavilion first, I'm worried that Si Hongyu will go to extinguish the flames!" Qin Qi said worriedly.

The three of them immediately left the Poison Sect and went straight to Nanqi Mountain, along the way, the demon looked a little excited, looking at everything around curiously, feeling extremely fresh.

After all, it has been trapped underground for hundreds of years, and the current great wilderness has long been a matter of people.

Before he entered Nanqi Mountain, Qin Qi had a trace of ominous premonition in his heart.

Because along the way, there were many murderous martial cultivators dressed in various costumes who walked into Nanqi Mountain, Qin Qi roughly calculated, and in just half an hour, there were dozens of such martial cultivators hurrying towards the direction of Nanqi Mountain.

From this point of view, it seems that something has happened to Xuantian Pavilion, but Qin Qi is still not sure if Changtian is still there.

Thinking of this, Qin Qi couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"The prison guards enforce the law, and the idlers avoid!" At this moment, I heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind me, followed by an angry shout.

Qin Qi looked back, only to see a team of five hundred leather-armored soldiers rushing towards him, judging from the clothing of the person at the head, this person's military rank was obviously a captain.

And the word "prison" on the chest of this group of soldiers distinguishes it from those ordinary soldiers, and this is also the unique symbol of the military case division and military guard.

Although the Overseer is not directly involved in the war, it is already above the ordinary soldiers.

Originally, the duty of the prison guards was to supervise the wartime military discipline of all the soldiers of the Mu clan, but under Kuang Ru's iron-blooded methods, although it was not wartime now, all the soldiers would shudder when the prison guards were mentioned in the army.

There is no other reason, just because of Ju Mang's unintentional words, and Ju Mang's occasion when he said this sentence was even on the wine table.

He said: "The current soldiers of the Mu clan can no longer reproduce the demeanor of the Qing Emperor!"

Everyone at the wine table felt that this was just a complaint after drinking, just an ordinary complaint.

But Kuang Ru remembered, and on the second day, Kuang Ru personally led 500 soldiers from the Lingjian Army and Guards to raid the military discipline and security of the various military camps around Qingdi City.

In one fell swoop, he arrested 1,530 soldiers suspected of violating discipline, and cut off the heads of 783 of them at dusk that day.

Kuang Ru's thunderous momentum did not give the generals of the various military camps time to intercede at all.

For a time, this matter caused an uproar in the Mu Clan army and even the entire Mu Clan. The people all applauded, but this annoyed the generals at all levels in the army.

So much so that hundreds of generals gathered in the Military Case Division, demanding severe punishment of Kuang Ru, and the charges were even more varied, exceeding authority, bending the law for personal gain, dictatorship, arbitrariness, lynching, corruption, prostitution, obscenity, communication, unfilial piety, disloyalty, treason, anti-humanity, collusion with the Tu clan, collusion with the Fire Clan, collusion with the underworld, abuse of subordinates, and speaking ill of the saint behind her back, etc.

Zhu Xu, the deputy head of the case department, was anxious and confused all day, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he handed over the file to Yan Zhiqian, who was in charge of the case.

As soon as Yan Zhiqian saw half of the dossier in his hand, he suddenly became dizzy, and his qi and blood were reversed, resulting in half of his body, and finally the dossier was in Jumang's hand.

And Ju Mang didn't even open the file and took a look at it, so he said to Zhu Xu lightly: "Isn't it just to cut off a few heads? Rectifying military discipline is the duty of supervising the army and guards, and it is unbearable to cut off so many heads? If you can't stand it, don't come to be a soldier, and go home and hug your wife and children, wouldn't it be more comfortable? If you give orders, these heads are not enough, and you have to cut them until they know what a soldier is!"

In the end, even the saint knew about it, but to everyone's surprise, this time the saint and Ju Mang's opinions were surprisingly consistent, and even praised Ju Mang and Kuang Ru in front of everyone.

In this way, with the support of Ju Mang and the Holy Maiden, Kuang Ru was even more like a fish in water, and in the next half a month, he traveled to the major military camps of the Mu Clan and cut off a full 2,000 heads.

At this point, the murderous reputation of Kuang Ru and his prison guards was undoubtedly established in the army.

But this is only in the army, because no matter how bold the prison guards are, they dare not meddle in the affairs of the sect, because this is the bottom line of Jumang.

At this moment, this team of guards of the prison army actually came to Nanqi Mountain, but Nanqi Mountain did not have the garrison of the Mu Clan's military camp, so it was obviously also for Xuantian Pavilion.

What happened to make the military case division, the superintendent, and the military guard all interfere in the affairs of the sect? Qin Qi was puzzled.

Qin Qi motioned for Liu Yiyi and the demon to retreat to the side of the road, and after the five hundred soldiers were whistling, Liu Yiyi said, "What are these soldiers doing in Xuantian Pavilion?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing!" Qin Qi said with a deep groan.

Xuantian Pavilion of Nanyan Mountain.

In the center of the Chengtian Hall of Xuantian Pavilion, a huge Nanmu coffin stood there solemnly, and on both sides below it were dozens of Xuantian Pavilion disciples, dressed in linen and filial piety, with sad expressions, but they all looked out of the door angrily.

And just outside the Chengtian Palace, there were nearly a thousand martial cultivators standing densely, and around them were a Xuantian Pavilion disciple with a white silk tie around their waists.

And the colorful costumes of these nearly 1,000 martial artists seemed incompatible with the plain white color around them, not so much condolences, but ulterior motives.

Dressed in plain clothes, this is the minimum respect for a dead person, but these nearly a thousand martial cultivators did not show any respect.

Therefore, this caused the anger of all the disciples of the Xuantian Pavilion, and the disciples in the Chengtian Hall did not allow these martial cultivators to take half a step.

"We are also here to pay homage to the Lord of the Changtian Pavilion, but we just came out in a hurry and didn't have time to change into plain clothes, so why do you bother?" said a man in a crimson robe and arched his hand at the disciples in the Chengtian Palace.

"In that case, we have prepared white silk, please put it on and go in!" one of the slightly older disciples said coldly.

After hearing this, the man smiled slightly, looked at the several martial cultivators around him, and then said indifferently: "We usually have a deep friendship with the Lord of the Changtian Pavilion, and today we came to pay our respects in a hurry, so we will be exempted from these vulgar rituals, after all, no one is here, wouldn't it be ridiculous to insist on these anymore?"

As soon as these words came out, all the Xuantian Pavilion disciples were furious, and the older disciple was even more angry, "Since it is a vulgar ceremony, if you don't come, please go back!"

"Hmph, you don't have to make an inch, I think you know, your little Xuantian Pavilion has long been surrounded by our major sects, I tell you that these are to give the face of the dead ghost Changtian, otherwise you can make your Xuantian Pavilion cease to exist in an instant!" The middle-aged man suddenly became murderous.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, isn't it just that place where you like my Xuantian Pavilion? Why do you have to say it so high-soundingly, although the pavilion master is falling, but my Xuantian Pavilion will not be afraid of anyone because of this, not now, not in the future!"

"Oh, can you speak for everyone in Xuantian Pavilion? Do you have to think clearly about the consequences of your words, as far as I know, there are eight thousand disciples in Xuantian Pavilion, and you can decide their life and death?" the man said disdainfully.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was suddenly silent, and the disciple's face was even more cloudy.

He knew that he was just a mere master in the Xuantian Pavilion, and he couldn't be the master himself, let alone decide the life and death of other disciples.

Because Xuantian Pavilion can only have this right if the pavilion master Changtian has it.

But just a moment later, I saw that all the Xuantian Pavilion disciples standing outside the hall actually knelt down on one knee at the Chengtian Palace, and shouted in unison: "Subordinates see Gongsun Pavilion Master!"

The sound is all over the world, and the earth is shocking!

Just eight words were enough to explain the position of these Xuantian Pavilion disciples.

If you want to fight, you will fight, although you will die, you will have no regrets! This is the disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, this is the disciple of Xuantian Pavilion who is single-handedly run by Changtian.

At this time, these Xuantian Pavilion disciples showed their determination to die and their determination to defend their dignity to the death.

Suddenly, this scene stunned the more than a thousand martial cultivators, although they came from various sects, they never thought that a small Xuantian Pavilion could maintain such a united mortal heart when the pavilion master was falling.

And this scene would never happen to their own sect, and everyone couldn't help but wonder what Changtian had closed for these disciples, so that they could still be so united after their own deaths.

I am afraid that the people of these sects will never understand that there is a kind of persistence called "loyalty"

And at this moment, just outside the Xuantian Pavilion, that group of five hundred soldiers was reorganizing the queue and waiting for it. And in front of him were disciples from dozens of large and small sects, and there were as many as 10,000 trees as far as the eye could see, making the periphery of Xuantian Pavilion impassable.

As for what happened in the Xuantian Pavilion, they didn't care about it, and they wouldn't participate, because he came here for another purpose.

"Hmph, Gongsun Hong, don't be embarrassed, since you know the purpose of our coming, you can think that we have made sufficient preparations, if you really want to make a move, although your eight thousand disciples have cultivated well, they will not be able to escape the bad luck of destroying the door!" an old man beside the middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice.

"Hahaha! If my father-in-law Sun Hong says half a word of fear, it will make my soul scatter!

"If you want to fight, you will fight!" all the Xuantian Pavilion disciples roared in unison.

The momentum of the Xuantian Pavilion disciples suddenly made the more than a thousand martial cultivators hesitate.

But at this moment, the old man and several martial cultivators beside him looked at each other for a moment, and a murderous opportunity burst out in their eyes, and then more than a dozen martial cultivators at the forefront took out an arrow, and then urged Zhenyuan to throw it into the air.

Phew――

The arrow made a screeching sound, and then burst through the air.

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