A divine realm that everyone looks up to.

Just dead?

The most terrifying thing is that there is no one to leave even the corpse, and at the age of killing Mi, the innocent body has basically been completed, although it is not perfect, it can die for hundreds of years, and the body can not decay and terrorize, but it will not be able to leave even the most basic bones after a battle. However, no matter how much you don't believe it, this meeting is also true.

In addition, the speed of dying also frightened everyone.

Although Kill Mi has only just opened the second Shenxuan and set foot in the Shenxuan, he is definitely not as good as most Shenxuan Realm in terms of strength, but after all, it is the Shenxuan Realm, no matter how bad it is, his strength can beat the half-step Shenxuan. However, in the face of this skeleton guardian who did not allow the sect, he was still as powerless as a half-step divine xuan.

Lu Ye understood at this moment.

Why did Wen Ping always have a breezy expression, and even when Kill Mi broke through the Divine Mystery and reached an incredible height, Wen Ping didn't take a step back.

Because there is confidence.

Protected by a guardian with the strength of the Divine Mystery Realm, what is there to fear?

What about two-star sects and three-star sects?

They dare to come?

Are they willing to come?

As long as it is not a blood feud, to the point where either you die or I die, he believes that no force will touch the brows of the Immortal Sect again.

At the same time, Wen Ping walked slowly to the place where he had died, crouched down and pulled out a silver Tibetan ring from the debris like coal residue. After putting away the Tibetan ring, Wen Ping didn't have a superfluous expression, but turned his head to look at the two Mitian Sect people who were hiding at the edge of the forest and were about to escape.

When they saw Wen Ping walking towards them, the two of them retreated back in fear, but one did not stay and stepped on the root of the tree, and was tripped by this, and the whole person sat on the ground in despair, but still did not forget to rub his legs and walk back.

Seeing this, Wen Ping showed a smile as light as water at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Tell me everything you know, I can not kill you!"

"I say!"

The maiden immediately spoke.

lest Wen Ping change his mind if he takes a step too slow.

She doesn't have time to care whether what Wen Ping said is true or not, in short, as long as there is a little hope of living, she will do her best to grasp it.

"Sect Master Wen, the news that the secret treasure in your hands was told to us by the Hundred Sects Alliance...... A half-step divine mystery named Hanyun. The one who sent us here was Nan Hao, the elder of the Mitian Sect, a powerhouse of the Divine Xuan Realm...... He said you have a two-star vortex map making book in your hand, so let's take it......"

After saying this, the maid almost told her where she lived, whether she saw it with her own eyes or heard about it.

However, there are several problems in the woman's words.

For example: How did Nan Hao know that he had a two-star vortex map in his hand and something like that.

Of course, Wen Ping didn't care why Nan Hao knew, everything was blocked by soldiers, and the water was covered, and he spent a million to upgrade Tingyu Pavilion, and he didn't have to be afraid of anyone at present.

After listening to the woman's answer, Wen Ping nodded, "Not bad." ”

"Thank you, Sect Master Wen, for your kindness. ”

With that, the maid immediately ran down the mountain.

It's ridiculous that the two Tongxuan Upper Realm have to trip over them even with a mountain road green vine.

Just as the woman had taken nearly ten steps, a crimson iron chain suddenly pierced from behind, flew out of her abdomen, and then locked the two of them.

Yes!

The two screamed.

"You're not keeping your word!"

Screams and shouts mingled.

When the Ghost Rider's eyes were close to his face with blue flames, all that was left was a scream, and the feeling of his soul being burned was more painful than a thousand knives.

Wen Ping replied indifferently, "It's all marked with the Immortal Sect, and you are still naïve enough to want to leave alive?"

Yes!

Yes!

Screams rang out again and again.

Everyone was stunned, but no one said that it was wrong for Wen Ping to do this.

Because it's the right thing to do.

Wen Ping turned around, glanced at the people next to the main hall, and said, "Why should you go, Zhao Yi, come and clean up here." ”

Zhao Yi nodded and hurriedly walked over.

The rest of the people began to disperse, and even though they were curious, they didn't ask much at the moment. It was Yu Mo, who looked at his prodigal sword before leaving, and his expression was quite exciting.

Wen Ping turned his head and said to Lu Ye: "You go down the mountain first, and then go up the mountain to get the spiritual food after two hours." ”

Lu Ye bowed.

He knew that the Immortal Sect had a rule of "one hour".

......

Cangwu City.

Huancheng stood on the city wall and looked at Yunlan Mountain in the distance, and when he couldn't see the figure of the giant demon, there was a smile on his face.

He understood, and he was sent to death again.

"Alas, it's a pity that the big guy didn't die here, otherwise I would have one more famous attraction in Cangwu City. "The pit where Wei Qian died, now thousands of people visit it every day. Because of the increase in the number of visitors, the outside of the city has gradually developed and regained its former vitality.

At the same time, many people began to move their families there, which shows how influential that place was.

Huancheng is also thinking about whether to build an outer city, with the Immortal Sect, the worry of the beast tide must be gone, if it does not develop at this time, when will it be?

......

Yunlan Mountain.

After returning to the kitchen, Wen Ping began to deal with the medicinal food, washing the leaves of the Jianmu tree and the leaves of the moonlight tree, chopping the two and mixing them in the meat filling mixed with other natural treasures, and then wrapped in dumpling skins and sent directly to the pot. After doing this, Wen Ping went to the Beast Trial Ground to practice for another hour.

When Lu Ye went up the mountain again, Wen Ping came out.

"Sect Master Wen. ”

Lu Ye took out ten white crystals and handed them over respectfully.

Wen Ping took Bai Jing and subconsciously asked, "Can Senior Biyue walk?"

"Sect Master Towen's blessing, the ancestor can now speak, and his spirit is much better. It's just that it's still a little difficult to walk, and the poison of the tomb has penetrated too deeply. ”

"Sooner or later. ”

Wen Ping responded with a smile.

Immediately, he remembered Biyue's floating appearance again, and his eclectic attitude was still vivid. He had to admit that it felt good to save such an interesting friend.

After sending Lu Ye away, Wen Ping immediately went to the dormitory area.

This trip has two purposes, first, to announce the opening of the dormitory area of the heart, and second, to return the prodigal sword.

When he came to the dormitory, as he thought, many people were standing outside the new area and waiting, because there was no black box, so there was currently a barrier in front of them.

Seeing Wen Ping coming, everyone immediately flocked to him.

Without waiting for them to speak, Wen Ping directly handed over the Prodigal Son's sword, but this delivery method flew directly into Yu Mo's hands with it.

"Flying Sword!"

"What a flying sword!"

Everyone rejoiced and began to discuss.

Especially Yang Lele, looking at the dragon slaying sword behind Huanshan, he was even more envious.

Flying sword spells, dragon slashing swords, those are matching magic weapons and spells.

At this time, Zhan Tai Qingxuan stepped forward, hesitated and looked back at everyone, and saw that everyone was nodding, so he asked, "Sect Master Wen, what kind of pulse technique is your technique that can drive the sword to fly?"

But when she asks this, her whole person is empty.

There is no hundred-year-old calmness and the bearing of a whirlpool craftsman.