Qiao's house, the ancestral home.

As one of the few Xiuzhen families in Zhengyang Mansion, the overall strength of the Qiao family is not bad.

Compared with those Xiuzhen families with only one or two monks, the direct bloodline and collateral bloodline of the Qiao family, all the monks have a total of five people, plus more than 20 scattered cultivators, making the Qiao family play a pivotal role in the group of monks in Zhengyang Mansion.

Of course, the main reason for being able to recruit so many guests is still the ancestor of the Qiao family, the outer door of the Ziyan faction, a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

And at this time.

This ancestor of the Qiao family in the foundation building period sat on the jujube wood chair in the lobby of the ancestral house, but his expression was ugly, and his eyes showed a fierce light, as if he was going to choose someone to eat in the next moment.

He was holding a broken piece of jade slip in his hand, and a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stood in the first place.

This middle-aged man with a gloomy expression is Qiao Xuan's father, the current family of the Qiao family, Qiao Cang.

"Xuan'er...... He's dead? ”

Qiao Yuan, the ancestor of the Qiao family, is now one hundred and eighty-nine years old, and his longevity is coming to an end, and his mood of having no waves in the ancient well for many years has also rippled.

is different from Ren Xuan, the ancestor of the Ren family.

Ren Xuan's Shuangling Root qualifications, no more than 100 years old, have reached the middle stage of foundation building, and he is one of the few people who has entered the cultivation of the Great Yan Divine Numbers, and is often invited by the Supreme Elder of the Ziyan Sect to deduce some things.

Not long ago, Qiao Yuan heard that Ren Xuan had followed the Supreme Elder of the Jindan Period of the Ziyan Sect to go to the overseas battlefield at the invitation of the Immortal Alliance, and he didn't know what to do.

Ren Xuan has always needed him to look up to Qiao Yuan, just like he did in the outer gate of the Ziyan Sect back then.

Qiao Yuan can accept this.

After all, he is just a three-spirit root.

As early as fifteen years ago, after a failure in the middle of the foundation building, he moved his cave mansion from the Ziyan faction back to the Qiao family's ancestral house, basically giving up cultivation and concentrating on cultivating the younger generations.

Qiao Yuan likes this granddaughter very much.

But at this moment, his granddaughter is dead.

The older people get, the more they miss the old, and the more they like to be lively, although Qiao Yuan is a monk, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

As soon as he thought that he would never see that strange and lovely granddaughter again in the future, he felt an irrepressible sense of tyranny, which rushed to his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a sweet throat.

Burst!

A mouthful of black blood with a little hard lump spurted out of Qiao Yuan's mouth, he covered his heart, his eyes were full of deep coldness, and he got up from the jujube wood chair.

"Father, you ......"

Qiao Cang on the side was shocked when he saw Qiao Yuan vomiting blood.

"Old man, go and avenge your granddaughter." Qiao Yuan didn't look at the bridge chief, and only spoke in a low voice.

Then Qiao Yuan stepped out, and his figure turned into a white rainbow, which swept out of the lobby like a teleportation, and then rose to the sky, hanging in the air expressionlessly.

Qiao Yuan's consciousness swept away, and in Qiao Xuan's boudoir, he caught a trace of his granddaughter's breath, and then his eyes flashed, and he fled in the direction of Hugang Mountain like a meteor.

In the lobby, Qiao Cang looked at the direction where his father disappeared, was speechless for a long time, and only suddenly looked back at a certain moment.

I saw that the jujube wood chair that his father Qiao Yuan had sat on shattered into powder in a hurry, and with a breeze roll, it turned into flying fine wood chips and scattered all over the ground.

……

Lin Xing, who was flying in the direction of Zhengyang Mansion City, noticed something at this moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

It's a very strange feeling.

It was like a dark cloud covering his heart, not only did Lin Xing not slow down the escape, but instead accelerated the speed of the escape by a few points, but that feeling always lingered.

The Qingxi Sword under his feet has been urged by him to the extreme, and the scenery on the left and right is left behind in the blink of an eye, and that strange feeling haunts him like a shadow.

"This feeling of impending catastrophe ......"

Finally, at a certain moment, Lin Xing's eyes flashed slightly.

He chose to change his bearings.

The cyan light turned a corner in the air, heading towards the direction of Cangshui, this place is still far away from Zhengyangfang, more than five hundred miles, but it is only a few dozen miles away from Cangshui across Yan Kingdom.

As for why he chose Cangshui, Lin Xing couldn't tell.

In the dark, he had an intuition.

Monks are often able to rely on instinct to avoid evil.

At this moment, Lin Xing chose to trust his intuition.

……

Hugang Mountain, in a cave.

With a powerful force, the white rainbow smashed straight into the mountain stone and forcibly landed in the cave.

His eyes swept over the flesh and blood of the stall, Qiao Yuan's old face became more and more gloomy, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he gathered all the breath of the people in the cave in his hand and identified it with divine sense.

A special faint aura attracted Qiao Yuan's attention, and his red eyes narrowed.

Except for Qiao Xuan's breath, in this cave, only this breath is more special, whether it is the few scattered cultivators who followed Qiao Xuan, or the two mountain people, the breath is stronger than this breath, which also reflects the difference of the owner of this breath.

"Corpse ......"

This aura was mixed with a faint corpse qi, if it weren't for Qiao Yuan's divine soul strength, which had reached the middle stage of foundation building, he would not be able to distinguish it.

Qiao Yuan's figure rose into the air again, hovering a few times in mid-air, and his divine sense swept over the Hugang Mountain boundary inch by inch, and struck at the few mountain people who came down the mountain.

He looked indifferent, threw out a palm casually, and then didn't look at the result, turned into a white rainbow in the direction where Lin Xing left, and quickly fled.

A white mantle fell.

The few mountain people below didn't have time to react at all.

They couldn't even scream, and under Qiao Yuan's casual palm, their flesh and blood, clothes, as well as the rocks, grass and trees within a few feet nearby, turned into powder at the same time in an instant.

Mixed together, you and me.

Bang!

At this time, the trembling sound of Hugang Mountain spread out to the surroundings and echoed for a long time.

A palm print the size of several zhang was left on the vicissitudes of Hugang Mountain, and the spiderweb-like cracks spread around, and countless mountains and rocks fell one after another.

Qiao Yuan's escape was extremely fast.

More than two hundred miles away, he only took a dozen breaths to come to the place where Lin Xing changed his position.

"Do you notice it......

Qiao Yuan changed his position without stopping, and at the same time, his divine sense shrouded the surrounding Baili, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Thief! Hugh away! Qiao Yuan drank angrily, and then he chased after him with amazing might, without hiding his whereabouts at all.

On the bank of the water, Lin Xing's expression changed greatly.

A powerful divine sense swept over, directly making him like a boulder, and a sledgehammer seemed to fall down violently in mid-air, smashing on his head, and his eyes suddenly turned black.

In an instant, his soul was already injured!

"Foundation building period!"

The thought in Lin Xing's heart flashed.

He endured the pain in the depths of his soul, his mind turned sharply, and he had a judgment on the cultivation of the person who was chasing, and only by breaking through the foundation building period would his divine thoughts turn into divine consciousness!

He stepped out with difficulty, jumped into the water with a thud, and then the blood light on his body was shrouded, and the only blood pattern between the flesh and blood burned, and the blood light was launched violently.

Beneath the tumbling water, the shadow fled in a hurry.