Just as Cui Ning was sneaking in the depths of the Black Flame Lake with She Tong of the Black Water Snake Clan, there was a mountain range behind Duanmu City.

This mountain stretches for thousands of miles, full of aura, and a lot of trees grow in the mountain, coupled with the factor of aura, looking at it from afar, a lush feeling.

And among the countless forests that reach into the sky, there are many pavilions and pavilions faintly visible, which are the clan land of the He family.

Since having Cui Ning as a backer, the power of the He family has expanded rapidly, although most of the newcomers are some low-level monks nearby, but their prestige around Duanmu City has gradually become stronger.

On these peaks, many simple temporary caves have been opened one after another, and the monks of the He family are meditating and cultivating in them, working hard to improve their cultivation.

He Hongan is one of them, he is almost thirty years old this year, unlike other new monks, because the elders of the family have passed away, so after joining the He family, he changed his surname to He.

He started cultivating at the age of five, and now he has been practicing for more than 20 years, although he is only in the middle stage of Qi refining, he is still working hard, firmly believing that he can one day successfully build a foundation and truly step into the Immortal Dao.

The immortal road is long, from the master of the Yuan infant stage to the rookie in the qi refining period, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, everyone is working hard with their own methods.

He Hongan had just finished a Zhou Tian cycle and was about to take a break, when suddenly his face froze, and two terrifying spiritual pressures fell from the sky.

It was a suffocating feeling, his body couldn't even move, and this spiritual pressure was far less than that of the head of the family, could it be that a Jindan monk had come nearby?

But the Alliance Elder who was said to be still in retreat was only alone, but now there are two!

He Hongan had an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness spreading in his heart, and he was just about to go out to have a look, but he saw a red light flying from outside.

This red light was extremely fast, and the light was dazzling, He Hongan was stimulated by the light to just close his eyes, he felt a cold neck, and his head had already reached the ground.

……

And such a scene also happened in other places in the Langya Mountains, the entire He family land was shrouded in bloody rain, and many of the He family's children were still in retreat, and their heads were separated.

He Lao'er's expression was even more ugly, and at this time, a blue-robed monk in his twenties was standing in front of him. The man was carrying a sword case with a sword-shaped mark on his forehead.

Contrary to the monk's lazy demeanor, He Lao'er's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"My He family has no grievances with the Sword Pavilion, why do you want to be so vicious?"

It turned out that the blue-robed monk was Yan Qingsun, one of the elders of the Sword Pavilion, but when he heard this, he smiled, but the indifferent expression contained in the smile made He Lao'er feel cold.

"Your Excellency, aren't you afraid of arousing the wrath of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, which will lead to a battle on the entire Fengyang Island?"

Seeing that the other party did not speak, He Lao'er continued to ask, wanting to threaten the other party from the overall situation.

But this time, although the blue-robed monk didn't make a sound, he lightly touched He Lao'er, and a piercing black blade flew out of his sleeve.

He Lao'er was shocked, although he was angry in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't compete with the other party with his own little deeds.

The only way to do this is to find a chance to escape, and by the way, send a message to the alliance for help.

This idea was correct, but he ignored the killing intent of this man from the Sword Pavilion. Seeing that Hei Mang was in front of him, he immediately opened a shield with a dark green body, trying to resist it.

But when he heard a "snort", the shield was cut like papier-mâché, and poor He Lao'er, as the head of the family, even turned his body into ashes in the end.

"Elder Yan, aren't we doing this too ruthlessly?"

The brilliance flashed, and an old Taoist who was also wearing a blue robe also came to his side.

"Hmph, the grass must be cut to the roots! If we don't destroy the He family, even if we kill the elders of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, our identities will still be exposed, which will only bring trouble to the Sword Pavilion. ”

The old man was silent, although Elder Yan's words were a little cruel, but they were reasonable, the cultivation of immortals in the world of the weak and the strong, if you pay attention to benevolence, righteousness and morality, you don't know how many times you have been destroyed.

"So what should we do now?"

Elder Yan immediately released his spiritual sense, and after scanning the surroundings, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Now that there are no living monks nearby, let's go to the blessed land deep in the mountains and destroy the Lord."

"Good!"

Previously, the two of them had already received news from the mouths of some of the He family's disciples, and the Scattered Cultivation Alliance elder was still in retreat in the He family's blessed land.

Besides, He Chengjie, the eldest son of He Lao'er, because Cui Ning left that day and gave him some gifts to the He family at will, there were some pills to enhance the cultivation of the foundation, so he entered the blessed land to cultivate after the elder left.

As for his sister, she was no longer in the Langya Mountains, but went to the general altar of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance to find her sister.

In order to create the illusion that Cui Ning had not left, He Lao'er claimed that his son's retreat was a retreat by the alliance elders.

He Chengjie was now meditating in the cave mansion in the blessed land, but suddenly there was an inexplicable palpitation......

This feeling is very strange, but He Chengjie's face has changed.

Although his cultivation is not high, he can be regarded as stepping into the immortal path, although he can't be an unpredictable prophet, but he also knows the meaning of whim.

Such a bad feeling has never appeared before, could it be that something happened to the family?

He Chengjie wanted to go out of the customs to take a look, but now that he was in a critical period of cultivation, if he rushed out of the customs, he was afraid that he would miss this unsought-after opportunity.

After hesitating in his heart, he saw a white light appear in the distant sky, and the stone fire and lightning had already come to the sky above the blessed land.

"Hey, that Scattered Cultivation Alliance elder isn't there? But there seems to be a small trash fish that has slipped through the net. ”

The voice without a trace of emotion came into my ears, and I saw that the light stopped and fell suddenly, revealing two people, an old man and a young man.

"Sword Pavilion Immortal Cultivator, and at least above the Jindan Stage."

He Chengjie's face was extremely ugly, and he gasped, although he had been cultivating in the Langya Mountain Range, he was very precious to the big forces on Fengyang Island.

The Sword Pavilion has always been entrenched in the Sword City, how could it appear in the Eastern Region for no reason?

Could it be that the feeling just now is related to these two people?

His mind flashed, but now, how could he have any time to think, seeing that the other party's face was not good, He Chengjie hurriedly waved his hands and sacrificed a yellow talisman, as if he wanted to escape.

It's a pity it's late!

A hint of ridicule flashed in the old man's eyes, and with a wave of his left hand, a red glow shot out from his storage bag, and the latter came first, and soon arrived next to He Chengjie.

"Seniors spare their lives!"

He Chengjie's face turned white with fright, and while begging for mercy loudly, he used his spiritual sense to sacrifice his magic weapon.

It's a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, and the powerhouse of the Sword Pavilion doesn't seem to have any intention of sparing him.

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