"You! you ......"

Situ Yong stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Wenzhong, his face was frightened and incredulous, and his voice was full of fear, "You actually ...... You've broken through to the fourth layer of the Qi Sea! You're already in the middle of the Qi Sea!"

"Uncle Situ, you have been busy trading with the Immortal Ink Sect all these years, looking for a shortcut to break through, but you have forgotten the most essential thing of cultivating immortals,"

Liu Wenzhong looked at Situ Yong with a trace of regret in his eyes, and sighed: "For the sake of the so-called treasures, he did not hesitate to slaughter innocents and collude with the Immortal Mo Sect. Come back to Tianshu Peak with me, the master and his old man still want to meet you. ”

"Phew!

The flying sword in front of Situ Yong hummed again, pointed at Liu Wenzhong from afar, and said with a crazy face: "How old are you, can you understand the pain of not being able to break through the bottleneck for a hundred years......?

"Do you really think so, Uncle Shi, do you know why I was able to find you?"

Liu Wenzhong shook his head slightly, his tone was full of disappointment: "Master, his body and mind are connected, and he has reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Qi Sea Period. Even if you can't go further in this life, it's enough to notice that you're meeting here. ”

Situ Yong's expression was sluggish when he heard this, and his whole person fell into a daze.

A few years ago, Situ Yong listened to the bewitchment of the people of the Immortal Mo Sect and changed his cultivation to the Ruthless Immortal Dao, hoping that his cultivation could go further. But now, it is his senior brother and his apprentice who have cultivated diligently......

Isn't it ironic?

"You're all going to die!"

This made Situ Yong's already distorted heart even more stimulated, and he roared angrily under anger, and frantically shot at Liu Wenzhong, the white flying sword brought out several ripples, and conjured countless translucent flying blades aimed directly at Liu Wenzhong.

At the same time, Situ Yong threw out a brush and a jade pendant-style magic weapon one after another, and stimulated them with all his might. The surging spiritual power burst out uncontrollably to the surroundings, crushing several large trees that were hugged by two people.

The small brush rose in the air in the wind, directly becoming more than three feet long, and quickly wrote a huge string of immortal characters with a wave, flashing golden light to meet Liu Wenzhong's flying sword. The jade pendant instantly transformed into seven pieces, and each piece condensed a layer of green shield, firmly protecting Situ Yong in the center.

Liu Wenzhong is still a flying sword, changing from one to two, two to four, seemingly understatement, but it crushed Situ Yong to death, and did not give the other party a chance to breathe at all. The gap in the realm is irreparable, Situ Yong is only in the early stage of the Qi Sea, and he is like a helpless child in front of Liu Wenzhong.

Situ Yong, who was surrounded by the sword array, began to roar again and again, and the three magic weapons took turns to impact the overwhelming sword array, frantically throwing out countless talismans.

But after a while, Situ Yong's cursing voice became smaller and smaller, and the dense red flying sword encroached on the space around Situ Yong little by little. The fluttering immortal text and the green spirit cover shattered piece by piece, and Liu Wenzhong raised his head and closed his eyes when he saw this, unable to bear to see his uncle's death.

Several magic weapons quickly became dull, and then they were ruthlessly ground to pieces by the sword array, and Situ Yong spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body shook twice in the air. The magic weapon and the master are closely connected by spiritual power, and three magic weapons have been destroyed in a row, and Situ Yong's injury is no longer ordinarily serious.

And after being injured, Situ Yong's movements became more and more sluggish, and he was brought out by the flying sword with many wounds, especially his thigh was pierced by the flying sword, if it weren't for his deep cultivation, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The flying sword buzzed, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Situ Yong saw that the situation was not good, and he would be divided by the sword no matter how hard he held on, so he could only glance at Liu Wenzhong outside the sword formation with resentment, and took out a green Dao talisman from his arms, and squeezed it fiercely in his palm.

"Huh?"

Liu Wenzhong opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the sword formation, his voice full of surprise.

I saw a green light suddenly flash in the center of the sword array, and a green light as thin as a gossamer shot out from the middle of the sword array, and in the blink of an eye, it flew a hundred steps away, and disappeared into the distance of the woods in a few breaths. The moment Liu Wenzhong was surprised, the green light had already flown to the valley in the distance.

Liu Wenzhong frowned, and immediately took off his sword, and the red light around his body lit up and chased after him closely.

......

Outside the city of San'in, next to the ruined temple.

Yang Xiu stood up and flicked the dust on his body, and when he looked back, Wang Gan's entire body was gone. Moreover, this Wang Qian was also the same as the black mole man, his body was quickly annihilated into ashes, and the rocks that wrapped his legs also turned into heaven and earth aura again, and disappeared.

Wang Qian forcibly improved his cultivation with the help of medicinal power, thinking that dealing with Yang Xiu was a good deal, but he didn't know that Yang Xiu's skill was already profound, and he was close to the immortal cultivator who was quenching the body.

The Dao talisman making technique, which was painful for ordinary people to learn and took months at every turn, usually only took one or two hours in Yang Xiu's hands. So now the high-level Dao talismans in Yang Xiu's hands are emerging in an endless stream, and it is simply a small arsenal, and this Wang Qian can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

After confirming that the other party was dead, he put his sword into the sheath and rushed into the broken temple quickly.

The ancient temple is not big, there are two small courtyards in front and back, most of the broken walls have collapsed, and the rooms have been dilapidated, only the tall main hall in the backyard is barely preserved.

Yang Xiu held the White Deer Sword in his hand and walked quickly through the temple, anxiously looking for the figure of the tiger. As he walked through the main hall, he suddenly saw a figure lying in the corner, and the eagerness on his face immediately turned into surprise.

"Huzi, Huzi!?"

Yang Xiu rushed to Huzi's side, called several times and didn't see Huzi respond, immediately nervously checked Huzi's breathing and heartbeat, and after making sure that Huzi was normal, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Maybe stunned by a spell?

With Wang Gan's character, he should disdain to drug a mortal, right? And seeing that Huzi looks like he is asleep, and he is snoring slightly, he should be fine.

Yang Xiu didn't dare to try indiscriminately, and decided to send Huzi back to Shanyin City first for Lang Zhong to see.

At this moment, Yang Xiu, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard a strange sound in the air outside the house, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Yang Xiu was shocked, and immediately turned around and leaned against the door frame, looking out.

In the open space on the side of the small temple, a glittering mass fell from the air to the ground, smashing a large crater, and the surrounding ground was full of cracks.

After a moment, the dazzling light slowly dissipated, and a tall, thin figure staggered out. Yang Xiu saw the other party's appearance clearly, his muscles couldn't help but tighten, and his whole body was shrouded in a bone-chilling cold.

The old man in front of him was dressed in a Taoist robe, with high cheekbones, it was Wang Gan's master, the elder of Bingdao Hall, Situ Yong!

However, at this time, Situ Yong did not have the usual appearance of a fairy wind and bones. The sword behind him didn't know where to lose it, and the white robe was tattered, as if it had been burned by fire.

With each step, a stream of blood gushed out from the wound on his thigh, and the shape was terrifying.

What shocked Yang Xiu the most was that Situ Yong's face was pale at the moment, he kept coughing, blood was leaking out of his nostrils and mouth, dyeing his front placket red, and he was stumbling towards the broken temple.

Broken!

Situ Yong's appearance here shows that he knows what Wang Gan has done, the bloody case in Shanyin City, the collusion with the Xianmo faction, and the mysterious pill......

Maybe Situ Yong is the mastermind behind the whole thing!

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but get nervous, looked back at the tiger lying on the ground, and was anxious: Situ Yong is an immortal cultivator in the Qi Sea Period, what should he do now.

Seeing that the other party seems to be seriously injured, let's leave and hide first? But let's not talk about whether you can escape smoothly, if you miss this opportunity now, when will you have the opportunity to find out the truth behind it and avenge Aunt Liu?

Looking at Situ Yong, who was spitting blood step by step, a trace of impulse in Yang Xiu's heart quickly became firm.