"Shhhh

"It's so strong!"

Murong Feng took a deep breath as he looked at the earth-shattering sword light left by the entire sky after Chu Yun made his move.

Such an opponent, let alone meet them, there is no way. I'm afraid that even in the entire mysterious family, all the monks who have been less than fifty years old have appeared, and they have nothing to do with Chu Yun.

"It's horrible, it's horrible... How did he cultivate? I hope that the Jiujiang clan will not pay a heavy price for Jiujianghong's idiot and open up a teleportation channel. Otherwise, even if they come, it will be impossible to resist the person in front of them, but they will invite great disaster!"

Chan Muyue prayed in her heart, and at the same time longed for Chu Yun to leave here quickly, so that he could send a message to his family.

"Whoosh-"

The light and shadow flashed, and when Chan Muyue opened his eyes, Chu Yun had already held the spirit treasure in his hand and came to Murong Feng with a very sharp gaze.

"Senpai!"

Murong Feng saw that Chu Yun had already killed him, and even spoke. There was nothing he could do to stop the other party's pace now.

"Before, you tried to erase me in every possible way, but today, I don't kill you, it's really hard to understand the hatred in my heart. Chu Yun said indifferently.

In fact, in his heart, whether he kills Murong Feng or not, the final outcome will not change. The reason why he did this was just to get the vessel that carried the blood of the ancient emperor from the other party.

"Seniors! I hope that my predecessors can not blame the past, as long as my predecessors are willing not to kill them, I will definitely serve my predecessors in the Southern Continent in the future." ”

"No need, kill or not, as early as when you started, it was already decided. This is cause and effect, and it will be repaid!"

Chu Yun's voice was very calm, and then, in Zen Muyue's eyes, he saw a picture that he would never forget in this life.

I saw that as Chu Yun raised his hand, countless sword qi condensed by crystal blue spiritual light filled Murong Feng's surroundings.

"Seniors, spare your life!"

Murong Feng felt the cold pressure coming from the void around him, and begged for mercy.

"Extinguish—"

Chu Yun's eyes were cold, and he didn't pay any attention to Murong Feng, who was begging for mercy, and shook his outstretched palm violently.

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Countless crystal blue sword lights followed, and they quickly penetrated from Murong Feng's body, and even the Dao light that he protected on the surface of his body could not have the effect of hindering it in the slightest, and the whole person lost his vitality in this way.

"Cousin?"

Zen Muyue looked at the man beside him, his eyes were suddenly blank, his heart trembled suddenly, and he looked panicked.

Even his own cousin, who was already a monk in the middle stage of the Transformation Spirit Realm, couldn't hold a single move in the hands of Chu Yun in front of him.

Then he... And what to resist?

"Don't worry, this man had murderous intent on me before, so he must die, as for you... I'm not going to kill you. ”

As Chu Yun spoke, he had already put away the dead Murong Feng storage bag in front of him. There were things he needed, how could he possibly hand them back to Zen Muyue.

"This is such a powerful spiritual treasure!"

Chu Yun held the long knife that Murong Feng had sacrificed earlier, and his eyes flashed with a strange look.

The quality of this spirit treasure alone is no longer under the Xuanbing Sword, and its spirit has a stubborn temper, staying in the long knife and refusing to show up.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid Brother Shuiyue can't control this thing, but it's a good choice for Xuan Dou. Chu Yun smiled on his face, remembering the alien he had met when he was in the sea area, claiming to be an ichthyosaur.

Putting away the long knife, Chu Yun's gaze slowly fell on Zen Muyue, whose body was trembling, and his tone was cold, "Remember, my name is Chu Yun, today's matter, if you are willing to tell the mysterious family behind you, I will definitely accompany you! Between them, there must be a war!"

After Chu Yun finished speaking, he pointed at the void in the distance, and the sword qi realm once again shrouded most of the sky.

"Look, it's Brother Chu's domain!"

In the void, Ge Qiu felt the mighty sword qi suddenly coming from the sky in the distance, and his expression couldn't help but look at Shui Yueling beside him solemnly.

The sword qi realm is present.

Then the monks behind them will face endless killing!

"I knew that Brother Chu Yun would definitely be fine. Seeing this, Shui Yueling sighed lightly.

When he saw the other party unleash that shocking wave, he also secretly pinched a cold sweat for Chu Yun. It was really such a vast coercion, which had already exceeded their understanding of the cultivators of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but in the end, fortunately, Chu Yun was safe and sound.

"Let's go, let's go too. ”

Ge Qiu nodded, and then ordered the barbarian tiger and the others behind him to lead the mighty monks behind him to flee towards the crowd in the distance.

"Are you here?"

Chu Yun looked back at the few people who were getting closer and closer to him, sighed with emotion, and said to Zen Muyue, "Go, give orders to go down, and let the low-level cultivators of the Innate Realm behind you enter that realm." ”

After he finished speaking, his expression gradually became solemn.

What is the purpose of the troubled times in the Southern Regions? Success or failure will also be announced to the world with the end of this battle.

"Yes!"

Chan Muyue nodded, and secretly rejoiced in her heart, fortunately Chu Yun did not kill him, so that he had the opportunity to communicate in the family.

......

The hidden void of the Southern Regions.

In a hidden world carved out by the primeval powers, countless cyan flames spread throughout the sky, enveloping the world inside.

This is the world of the Murong clan.

As Murong Feng fell on the Southern Continent, suddenly, in this world, in an ancient sacrificial hall, an old man in a white coat slowly walked out.

As he stepped forward, the space around him seemed to distort, and a dark crack appeared.

"Murong is injured, don't come to see me soon!"

With this sound that resounded through the void, at the other end of the world, a man who was cross-legged on the huge mountain rock shivered all over his body, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the rolling cyan flames in the sky.

"It's... Uncle Zu's voice, what the hell happened, how could it alarm his old man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who was kneeling on the rocks also disappeared from nothingness.

In the void world, in a valley that is difficult for ordinary people to find, there are ancient magic circles with primeval characters everywhere, and if it weren't for the fact that every few years, an invisible and terrifying fluctuation would be emitted, and no one would notice it.

"Uncle, why did you ask me to come here?"

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void in the valley, and immediately after, a man in a green robe slowly appeared from the void, his eyes respectfully looking at the old man who had been waiting for a long time in front of him.

"What are you doing? Hmph, what else can you do, do you know, you asked Feng'er's kid to go out to the Southern Continent to find the blood of the ancient emperor, but now, his life jade has been damaged!"

"What? The Jade of Life is broken? This can't be!"

When the blue-robed man heard this, he shook his head and said. He knows very well how strong the heirs he arranged to join the WTO are.

Not to mention the Southern Continent that is now lonely, even the Southern Departure Sect with Tongtian Realm monks, I am afraid that in the past fifty years, it will be impossible to cultivate a monk in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. Not to mention, to erase the disciples of their Murong family.

"Impossible? Hmph! See for yourself, don't you think that the old man will still deceive you?"

After the old man in the white coat finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and fragments of jade slips emerged from the void, and a few large characters were faintly written in ancient characters.

It is the three words Murong Feng!

"Feng'er?"

It was only at this moment that the man in the cyan robe finally understood that one of his favorite heirs had indeed died outside, in the Southern Continent.

"Who the hell is it! Who killed Feng'er! This revenge, I Murong is injured, I must avenge it!"

The blue-robed man said and scolded the void above his head, "Murong Heng, where is it, why don't you come to see me quickly?"

After that, the old man beside him shook his head helplessly, "You still decided to agree to the conditions of the Jiujiang clan? In that case, the price would be too great." ”

"No matter how big the price is? Didn't those old guys of the Jiujiang clan say that they are willing to spend three times as many resources on weekdays to open that passage! This is also a rare opportunity for us!"

"What's more, Feng'er died outside, and we didn't even get the blood of the ancient emperor, how can you break free from the cage of heaven and take that step?"

As soon as the blue-robed man's voice fell, in the void in front of the two of them, another strange-looking old man came out.

"Meet the patriarch, meet the ancestor!"

"Well, Heng'er, you are our Murong clan, the only monk who has broken through to the Tongtian Realm in the past ten thousand years, don't delay your cultivation because of the things in the clan. The old man in the white coat looked approvingly at the old man in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

"Disciple understands! I will definitely not live up to the expectations of the ancestor!" After he finished speaking, his eyes looked at Murong Injury, who had called him here before.

"You were the one who interrogated those old guys from the Jiujiang clan before?"

After a long time, Murong took a deep breath and spoke. Until now, he has not been able to recover from Murong Feng's death.

"That's right! Previously, the ancestors of the Tongtian Realm of the Jiujiang clan did have a message with me, saying that they were willing to pay three times the price on weekdays to once again open the passage between our six clans and the outside, but didn't you refuse this matter at the beginning, patriarch? Why do you mention this matter now?"

The man looked at the blue-robed man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"You will go and send a message to those old guys of the Jiujiang clan, and say, our Murong clan is willing to participate in this matter and continue to send disciples into the WTO!"

Murong sighed sadly, he really didn't do this, and there was no other way.

After all, the temptation of the blood of the ancient emperor was too great for them, even if he was unwilling to continue to send disciples into the world. But beside him, this clan uncle, who was already at the peak of the Tongtian Realm, would not agree.