It didn't take long for Nan Tiandu, Zhu Sijia and the others to rush back, and Ziyun Peak, who had gathered in Yechuan, was indignant.

"This fire came by such a coincidence, how could it be that someone from Xuanding Sect did it?"

"That's it, what about the murderers of Xuanding Sect, all of them are dead? Why is it so coincidental? Senior brother, investigate, we must investigate strictly, let's go to the great elder together, and track it down to the end!"

......

The fat man and the others said in unison, this fire was too strange and too coincidental, Jin Zhikun, the master of the Alchemy Hall, was nowhere to be seen, Aesop was burned to death by the fire, and the clue was broken all of a sudden.

"Jiajia, what do you think?" Ye Chuan asked.

"Senior brother, you have an idea. Zhu Sijia replied, she was angry with Ye Chuan in private, angry that he had no heart or lungs, angry that he walked with Liu Hong's woman, but on this occasion he still understood the matter and let Ye Chuan call the shots.

"Tiandu, what about you?" Ye Chuan asked the calm Nantiandu.

"Yiqiē obeys the arrangement of the senior brother. Nantian replied, cherishing words like gold.

His words are not sycophants, and he never slaps anyone's sycophants, he is arrogant and indifferent, and he only serves Ye Chuan alone in his life. After the big competition, I admired Ye Chuan, the senior brother, even more. In terms of cultivation, he is not necessarily Ye Chuan's opponent, and in terms of strategy, he is even more willing to bow down.

"Yes, senior brother, you can make up your mind, we will all listen to you. Investigate, investigate, and investigate to the end!" the fat man Zhao Dazhi was indignant.

Ye Chuan smiled and glanced at the fat man, "Fat man, what are you in a hurry, I didn't ask you." ”

"Uh......"

The fat man's face suddenly turned red like a red apple, and people snickered at his sneering appearance.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. ”

Ye Chuan slowly glanced at everyone, paused, and said lightly: "From tomorrow onwards, you can do whatever you have to do, forget about this fire." It's almost dawn, and it's all gone. ”

"Senior brother......" Zhu Sijia and the fat man said in unison, anxious.

"Don't you all listen to me, why, so soon to start disobedient?"

Ye Chuan glanced at Zhu Sijia with a smile, the latter's face turned red, he felt that he had something in his words, and remembered Ye Chuan's usual mantra of spanking if he disobeyed, "That's right, as soon as Aesop dies, the clue will be broken, but it is not us who is really anxious, but the instigator behind the scenes." With the gradual revival of the sect, there is not much time left for him, the Great Elder has guarded the sect for many years, how can he be a vegetarian? Don't worry, now, what we have to do is to work hard to cultivate and improve our cultivation. Let's go, let's all disperse. ”

"Yes!"

"Senior brother, farewell!"

People thought about it, what Ye Chuan said really made sense, and they retired one after another. In the huge Purple Cloud Courtyard, only Ye Chuan was left, and the Flame Demon was guarding the door. After thinking about it, Ye Chuan did not bring the Horned Demon Nagus back to the Cloud Mist Sect, but let him go to the back mountain. Unlike the Flame Demon, the Horned Demon Nagus is an out-and-out big devil, and the Nine Transformations Heavenly Demon has cultivated to the point of becoming supernatural, so it is not appropriate to show up lightly.

"What a cunning guy, this game is getting more and more interesting!"

Ye Chuan climbed to the top of Ziyun Peak, looked at the peaceful sect under the starry sky, and then sat down cross-legged on the spot and offered the green lotus lamp. The divine soul rushed out to the sky, circled on the Purple Cloud Peak, and flew away on the yin wind.

On the Great Fog Ridge, the second elder Nangong Ren, who was still indignant just now, took care of a dragon's back bamboo like no one else;

Qingxiufeng, in the courtyard of Qingxiu, Zhu Sijia, who had just returned from stepping on the flying sword, did not feel a trace of sleepiness, took off his coat, only wore thin underwear, and walked around with slender long legs. The figure is too hot, and he wears too few clothes, and Ye Chuan is embarrassed to look at it more.

I'm embarrassed, I'm sorry, Ye Chuan's spirit still lingered in the Qingxiu Courtyard for a while. Then, he turned a corner at Qingxiu Peak and swept towards the famous White Tiger Mountain in the sect.

White Tiger Mountain, the shape is like a fierce tiger lying in the sect, the mountain is majestic, the guard is strict, it is the place where the three elders Bai Yanhu rest.

Ye Chuan was cautious, his spirit rode the yin wind and drifted erratically, evaded the detection array of White Tiger Mountain and the patrolling guards, and quietly sneaked into White Tiger Mountain.

In the big competition, Ye Chuan himself became famous, and the Cloud Mist Sect, which had been suppressed for many years, also raised his eyebrows, swept away the bad luck and bad luck over the years, and all the disciples of the sect swore to cultivate hard, planting the seeds of revival. The alchemy hall master Jin Zhikun died, and his personal disciple Aesop also died, and the three elders lost their left and right arms in a single line, although they were ruthless to get rid of Aesop and cut off the clues, but it also aroused the suspicion of the great elders. Now, the shape is becoming more and more unfavorable for the three elders, and he is walking on thin ice in the sect, and there is not much time left for him.

Ye Chuan was not in a hurry, and waited for the third elder Bai Yanhu to reveal his feet, however, proper spying is still needed, and only by knowing oneself and knowing oneself can one win a hundred battles.

It's almost dawn, and the lights are still on in the White Tiger Hall.

Outside the door, there was a team of fierce guards, all of whom were one in a hundred, but they all looked frightened, and they didn't dare to come out with their mouths closed.

Inside the door, the solemn White Tiger Hall was quiet, and the walls were hung with blazing torches, but the air was cold. The third elder, Bai Yanhu, sat at the top of the main hall, his thin body was motionless, his face was gloomy and pale, and his body was cold without a trace of blood, like a ghost crawling out of the grave.

Ye Chuan's divine soul floated motionless under the eaves of the White Tiger Palace, trying his best to restrain the fluctuations of his divine soul.

Compared to Jin Zhikun, the hall master of the Alchemy Hall, who specialized in cultivating the body of the Yang God, the Third Elder Bai Yanhu was a completely different type of cultivator, specializing in cultivating the Divine Soul. It seems that it is still a kind of evil technique that is particularly ruthless and vicious, and it is completely different from the person before and after the person. In front of the people, the smiling humans and animals were harmless, and they returned to the White Tiger Hall, and immediately revealed their original form, and the cold aura emanating from the body alone made people shudder.

Ye Chuan was so experienced that he could sense the danger of the Third Elder Bai Yanhu at a glance.

The cultivators who specialize in cultivating the body of the Yang God are very strong, their bodies are invulnerable, and the qi and blood are tumbling all over their bodies, and the yang qi is monstrous, and all evil spirits will not invade. Masters who specialize in cultivating divine souls are not so perverted physically, but they are often more dangerous and elusive, and there are many unknown methods. If the soul accidentally falls into the hands of such a person, it is really impossible to survive and die.

The third elder, Bai Yanhu, sat upright and motionless for a long time, before he took out a crystal ball from his arms. With a spell in his hand, a wisp of ghost slowly came out and turned into a translucent shadow, looking at the facial features and body shape, it turned out to be Aesop who died in the prison.

"Master spare my life, Aesop is wrong, I am wrong, Master spare my life......" Isolt begged for mercy loudly, and the shadow of his soul kept trembling.

His body had been burned beyond recognition by the fire, but this wisp of remnant soul was preserved by the third elder Bai Yanhu by some means.

"Have you completed your task?" asked the Third Elder Bai Yanhu grimly.

Aesop nodded instinctively, then shook his head, "No, I was wrong, the disciple is not doing well, ask the master to ......"

"Who let you take the initiative in the big competition?" the Third Elder coldly interrupted Aesop.

"Master, I ......" Aesop's body trembled even more.

"Where is the Alchemy Hall Master Jin Zhikun, where is the person?" the third elder asked again.

Aesop shook her head again, "I don't know, I really don't know, the master spares his life, and the disciple will definitely ...... in the future"

"There is no future, there are more than bad things if you don't do things well, what's the use of keeping you?"

The third elder Bai Yanhu did not move coldly without the slightest emotion, and his hands suddenly slapped, and Aesop's spirit screamed and scattered, and he was slapped to death.

This old guy is so ruthless!

Under the crows outside the door, Ye Chuan, who was accustomed to all kinds of cruel methods, couldn't help but be shocked, and his soul rippled slightly. I have personally cultivated my own disciples for many years, I have no family affection, but I also have some feelings, I will kill if I say I will kill, and I will slap him to death directly, how ruthless does this have to be?

"Who?"

The third elder Bai Yanhu, who was sitting above the main hall, raised his head suddenly, with a slight touch of his toes, he flew out with a cloud of smoke, and slapped his palm on the eaves where Ye Chuan's divine soul was hiding.

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