Chapter Seventy-Four: The Dark Silk Thread

"Sister Qingying, are you alright?"

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The current plan is to get out of here quickly.

"It's worthy of the Flesh and Bone Discontinuity Pill, I have fully recovered!" Ning Qingying floated up, and with a wave of frost in his hand, his whole person seemed to have undergone a baptism, becoming like a fairy, and a little different.

"Little bangbang, I have already cultivated in the late stage of the Yuan Realm!"

Suddenly, Ning Qingying said to Xin Ming in surprise. "Moreover, I also feel that the physical body is more than twice as strong as before, and the Nine Turns Rebirth Technique seems to have been refined to the first layer ......"

"Great!"

When Xin Ming heard this, he was also happy for Ning Qingying.

Before Xin Ming and the others walked out of Lixu, four figures fell in front of them, faintly encircling.

"This girl, go slowly!"

A tall and thin young man, holding a long whip in his hand, blocked Ning Qingying's way.

"A few senior brothers, is there something?" Ning Qingying frowned and said coldly.

Seeing Ning Qingying's appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, the tall and thin young man smiled and said. "It's not true, but it seems that there was a big battle here just now, and the girl is not far from here, so she should have seen it, right?"

"Do I see it, it has nothing to do with anyone, if a few of them are fine, don't leave it at that. Ning Qingying put away the condensation frost, turned around and left.

These four people are dressed nondescriptly, their eyes are flashing, and they are not good things at first glance, so it is better to leave.

"In the next order Wantang, the four of us are disciples of the inner sect of the Taixuan Sect, you can call me cousin. ā€

The tall and thin young man stepped forward and said softly. "Here's the thing...... My Taixuan Sect Young Sect Master Situ Yun's soul card was broken, and the Sect Master's soul locking technique showed that he was killed near here, so all the monks who have been staying in this vicinity recently have to go back with us for interrogation. ā€

"Of course, if we find the murderer of my young sect master, we will release it immediately, and we will not delay the girl's time. ā€

"Is your consciousness saying that you want to imprison me?" Ning Qingying was furious, and his expression was instantly as cold as frost.

"It's just to let the girl go with us, please cooperate, this place is within the scope of my Taixuanzong, and it has been blocked by my Taixuanzong, and Shan Mou advises the girl to focus on the overall situation. Shan Wantang's expression gradually became impatient, and he glanced at the other three.

The three of them understood, and the long whip trembled, and they wanted to do it.

"The disciples of Taixuanzong are simply looking for death!"

Xin Ming was secretly frightened in the list text, and he was already angry, this person from Taixuanzong was too arrogant, and directly imprisoned the monk.

If the murderer is not caught in a hundred years, then it will not be imprisoned for a hundred years?

Laugh at!

Ning Qingying knew that he couldn't be good, Ning Shuang took a sword and slashed directly at a short and fat young man behind Shan Wantang, Ning Qingying saw that the four of Shan Wantang were all cultivators in the late stage of the Rongyuan Realm, and that short and fat young man was the weakest, Ning Qingying wanted to kill one person first.

The sound of the blade entering the flesh came, and the short and fat young man screamed, covering the bloody hole in his chest with both hands, and looked at Ning Qingying in disbelief. "You...... How dare you...... To my disciples of Taixuanzong........ Do it!"

"You...... Dead ......"

After the short and fat young man finished speaking, his eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground.

"You...... You actually killed Senior Brother Liu!"

At this moment, Shan Wantang and the three of them looked at the short and fat young man who fell to the ground, and they were stunned for a moment.

In the land of Taixuanzong, there are still such bold people who kill the disciples of Taixuanzong?

Ate the gall of the ambitious leopard?

Of the dozens of monks I met before, which one was not afraid of the strong strength of Taixuanzong, and obediently went to Taixuanzong to be interrogated, what is the origin of this girl?

"No matter who you are! If you dare to kill my disciple of Taixuanzong, you won't be able to live!"

Shan Wantang roared. "Two junior brothers, go up together and catch her, this woman is so bold, maybe the young sect master is harmed by her!"

"This woman is stunning, comparable to my first beauty Fu Caiting in Taixuanzong, no matter who she is, catch her and enjoy it first!" Shan Wantang said this, but his heart was extremely evil.

Thinking so, Shan Wantang did not release signal fireworks, but took the two junior disciples to use three whip shadows to instantly surround Ning Qingying.

Ning Qingying was dressed in white in the endless whip shadow, and sword rays shot out through the whip shadow from time to time.

"Good thief, do you want to besiege me?"

Seeing the three of them besieging Qingying's sister alone, Xin Ming's heart was even more angry, and he directly summoned the Yin Refining Pot, the two spirit weapons of the Dragon Ju, and his three Spirit Sea Realm level spirit weapons bombarded the three of them.

All of a sudden, Ning Qingying's sword of the sea, the yin sword of the Yin Refining Pot, Xin Ming's Earth Divine Light, the Thunder Killing Sword Light, and the Blood Sword of the Dragon Ju concentrated on bombarding Shan Wantang.

A miserable scream came out, and Shan Wantang screamed halfway, then turned into a blood mist and dissipated into the air.

The remaining two disciples were momentarily stunned.

What is the rhythm of this?

Senior Brother Shan ranked thirty-ninth on the Taixuan Sect Land List, and was actually killed by several magic weapons by this woman?

"Let's go!"

The two of them retreated sharply as soon as Shan Wantang was killed, wanting to escape, and at the same time, a cylinder was thrown, and they wanted to ignite.

Seeing this, Xin Ming was in a hurry, and Bangwen flew directly over, like a knife, cutting off the palm of the disciple who wanted to set off the fireworks, but it was still too late, the fireworks flew into the sky, and the blood-colored words 'Taixuan Kill' appeared.

At the same time, the remaining Rongyuan Realm disciple was besieged by Ning Qingying, Yin Refining Pot, and Dragon Ju with all their might, and he only supported less than three moves before returning to the west.

Swish!

Seeing the fireworks rise into the sky, Xin Ming's heart was on fire, and as soon as the list was displayed, the head of the severed hand monk flew up, and so far, the four disciples of Taixuanzong were all killed.

"Let's go!"

Xin Ming greeted, no need for him to say more, Long Ju, Yin Refining Pot, Ning Qingying and the three of them picked up a storage ring, followed behind Xin Ming, and left the battlefield.

......

In a cave three hundred miles from the battlefield.

Ning Qingying sat cross-legged, while refining the Yin Pot, Long Ju was where to count the spoils.

As for Xin Ming, a whirlpool appeared on the top of the list, and in the whirlpool, there was a small figure.

"Yan Dongqing, let's talk about it, who are the other two forces that participated in the massacre of the Ning family in Guiyuan City back then?" Xin Ming's cold voice appeared in Yan Dongqing's sea of knowledge.

At this moment, Yan Dongqing's Yuan Shen expression was frightened, he didn't expect that he, the sect master, would actually fall to such a point, "Senior, if I tell those two mysterious forces, will you let me go?"

"Well, Bang Ye is a good man, as long as you say it, I will never kill you!" Xin Ming swore an oath.

"That's good!"

Yan Dongqing thought for a moment and spoke. "The two mysterious forces involved in the massacre were ......"

Suddenly, before Yan Dongqing could finish speaking, a pitch-black silk thread shot out from the void, absorbing Yan Dongqing's primordial spirit and taking it away!