readx; Zhang Xiao saw Yan Jue's hateful eyes, and snorted coldly: "What's the matter? Are you not convinced? Incompetent junior, do you still want to be arrogant? Don't weigh your own weight!" With a wave of his sleeves, an arc-shaped energy about dozens of meters long slashed towards Yan Jue!

Yan Jue knew that if this qi was slashed on his body, he would definitely have no bones left and his soul would be scattered! But the speed was too fast, and he couldn't avoid it at all!

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Zhang Xiao's eyes widened in anger, and he was angry, and he actually took a few steps back, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth! His spiritual sense extended out, and he only found hundreds of demon cultivators who were rushing not far away, but none of them had the strength to defeat him, and he didn't even find the person who performed the spell! These demon cultivators should all be from the "Purple Demon Palace", could it be ...... Zhang Xiao didn't dare to think about it anymore, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead......

Zhang Xiao had just broken through the Yuanying and reached the realm of the Void Underworld, and he was originally high-spirited, but he didn't expect to hit an iron nail as soon as he got out of the pass. Being able to deflect his own attacks so easily, this man must not be provoked unless he seeks his own death...... Moreover, Zhang Xiao seemed to have guessed who it was, and his face was even more pale.

"Are you afraid of dirty your territory? Then from today onwards, Feilu City, surnamed Mo. The cold voice sounded, and everyone's hearts trembled, this voice, as if coming from hell, cold-blooded, ruthless, with an endless murderous chill.

Mo Wentian's figure appeared in front of everyone, standing in the void, a purple robe hunting in the wind, long silver-white hair dancing wildly in the wind, reflecting the arrogant and evil cheeks, sword eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, green eyes flowing in the blazing sunlight with a bone-chilling brilliance. But it's the appearance of a young man.

Zhang Jian was terrified in his heart, and even the second master couldn't resist for a moment in front of this person, how powerful this person is! It is impossible for this kind of character to come to ask in person for the grievances between himself and a small person like Yan Jue, it seems that he has misjudged Yan Jue's intentions, so what are they for?

No one dared to speak, and even their breathing became cautious as if they were walking on thin ice.

There was a dead silence in the sky above the head of Flying Deer City, only the sound of whirring wind.

The master of the hall of the "Purple Palace", don't ask the sky, come in person.

The subordinates brought by Mo Wentian, as well as the subordinates led by the other subordinate cave mansion masters, arrived immediately, and there were hundreds of people.

In order to avenge his younger brother Mo Shaobai this time, Mo Wentian did not hesitate to offend the "Netherworld Palace" even if he destroyed the Zhang Mansion and the Flying Deer City, not to mention a mere Zhang Xiao.

Mo Wentian is already in the realm of the void, Zhang Xiao is only in the realm of the void, a whole realm lower than Mo Wentian, Zhang Xiao and Mo Wentian are just mantis arms as a car, there is death and no life, and they dare not force each other with force.

"Senior Mo, I don't know what happened to you in my Flying Deer City, bothering you to come to Xingshi in person to ask for the guilt?" Zhang Xiao has been in retreat for many years, and he just came out of the customs and didn't know about Zang Feng, but he saw the situation in front of him clearly, and his own victory rate was not as good as in case, so in order to preserve his strength, he said. He didn't want to offend Mo Wentian, the god of killing, and let the entire Zhang family disappear and become the eternal sinner of the Zhang family.

Zhang Xiao also didn't believe how much the "Netherworld Palace" valued him Zhang Fu. He only knew that Mo Wentian alone was enough to flatten the entire Flying Deer City, and the team behind Mo Wentian did not know how many times stronger than the people in Zhang Mansion in terms of comprehensive strength, there were five people in the infant realm of a single unit, there were more than thirty people in the Jindan realm, and most of the remaining hundreds were in the innate realm.

Before the siege of the city, Yan Jue had already reported the message of Zhang's refusal to hand over to the hall lord Mo Wentian through the communication jade slip, and obtained the latter's tacit approval to attack the city, so he dared to order his subordinates to kill so unscrupulously. At this time, the hall master has arrived, and his heart is full of confidence, and Feilu City and Li Xingchen hiding in the city are already within reach.

"What's the matter?" Mo asked the azure muscles faintly protruding, "There is an immortal cultivator named Li Xingchen in your Zhang Mansion, who has a deep blood feud with this seat, and this seat will not kill him and swear not to be a person! Now that you have come to ask for this person, your Zhang Mansion dares to harbor this person without doing your best, are you not afraid that this seat will destroy your Zhang family!"

"Li Xingchen? It's for Li Xingchen!Yan Jue is the cave master of the cave under the 'Purple Evil Palace', could it be that the white-haired young man in front of him is the main hall master of the 'Purple Evil Palace', the legendary white-haired demon king Mo Wentian!" Zhang Jian suddenly woke up in his heart. If this is the case, the survival of the Zhang Mansion is worrying!

Zhang Xiao turned his head and scolded Zhang Jian angrily: "What the hell is going on!"

Zhang Jian hurriedly said: "We didn't harbor and protect Li Xingchen! Li Xingchen is not good for my Zhang Mansion, so he has already killed my eldest brother Zhang Qun, abolished my father's cultivation, and fled south!"

"What!" Zhang Xiao was furious, no wonder Zhang Mingyi and Zhang Qun were missing, only Zhang Jian led the Zhang family to fight against the enemy in the city, and such a big event happened during his retreat!

Mo Wentian's face changed when he heard this, and he threw a cold look at Yan Jue, "Yan Jue, aren't you from the south, how could you let him escape!"

Yan Jue was shocked, "Hall Master, it's impossible! We haven't found any trace of anyone! Zhang Jian must be talking nonsense! No, no...... No, we did meet a person, but he is not an immortal cultivator, but a demon cultivator, I initially guessed that he might be from the 'Red Demon Island', and it would never be Li Xingchen!"

At this time, Zhang Jian said hatefully: "This Li Xingchen is very likely to be an immortal and demon cultivator!"

Yan Jue's heart suddenly sudden, he didn't know if Zhang Jian was telling the truth or deliberately framing himself, but it was useless to think about anything at this time.

Mo Wentian let out a low snort, "Bastard!" A purple evil aura burst out, turning Yan Jue into flying ashes.

"Chase!" Mo Wentian snorted coldly, and then ignored the people in Zhang's mansion, and led his subordinates to chase south......

Mo Wentian has just broken through the void and reached the realm of cave void, and his spiritual sense can reach a radius of thousands of miles, and Zang Feng is still within a thousand miles of Feilu City at this time, although Mo Wentian has never seen Zang Feng, and he does not know the breath of Zang Feng, and there are many cultivators within a radius of thousands of miles, Mo Wentian can't distinguish Zang Feng from the breath of these cultivators alone, however, the purple sword is on Zang Feng, although the memory of this sword has been eliminated by Dugu Qiu, but after all, it is a magic weapon that has accompanied Mo Wentian for thousands of years, even if the memory is removed, Mo Wentian can vaguely sense its breath, so Mo Wentian only needs to follow the breath of the purple sword, and he will definitely be able to find Zang Feng, unless Zang Feng discards the purple sword in order to survive。

Mo Wentian concluded that this person named "Li Xingchen" would never give up the Purple Sword, what kind of magic weapon was the Purple Sword ?

People die for money, birds die for food, Mo Wentian thought to himself, this Li Xingchen would not easily give up this sword weapon even if he died.

Now that Mo Wentian is in the realm of Cave Void, the strength gain of the Purple Sword on him is far less than before, he needs to find a more powerful attack magic weapon, but how can the magic weapon be so easy to find?

Retrieving the Purple Sword is secondary, and torturing and killing Li Xingchen to avenge his brother is the thing that must be done!

Mo Wentian's spiritual sense quickly unfolded, and the radius was covered by his spiritual sense, and in an instant, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth hooked up a smile, and sure enough, he sensed the faint aura of the purple sword, which was hundreds of miles away!

The breath of the Purple Sword is extremely weak, if Mo Wentian doesn't probe carefully, he can't find it, it seems that the memory of the Purple Sword has really been removed, but Mo Wentian knows that Li Xingchen is only a junior in the Jindan period, and it is impossible to erase the memory of the Purple Sword by himself, and there must be a powerful person as his backing, who can erase the memory that he left in the Purple Sword when he was in the Empty Netherworld, this person is at least the Empty Netherworld Realm! And in this "Ghost Fantasy Domain", there are only three people who have surpassed the Void and reached the Cave Void Realm, the "Red Demon Island" Island Master Xing Chi, and the "Netherworld Palace" The palace master ghost Qianqiu, and Mo Wentian himself, who has just reached the realm of cave void. Therefore, presumably Li Xingchen's backing is only in the Void Realm of the Netherworld, and Mo Wentian has been promoted to the Cave Void Realm, so he is not afraid.