Bai Yuqing looked in the direction of Qingyun Sect, his face was gloomy, and then he entered the Tianluo Cave Heaven.

"Young master!" Guo Shan saw Bai Yuqing appear in Tianluo Cave and knelt on one knee to salute.

"These three are supernatural spells, you are so good at cultivating!" Bai Yuqing handed the three books to Guo Shan.

"This-" Guo Shan hesitated, a little flattered.

"You take the cultivation, don't shirk it!" Bai Yuqing patted Guo Shan's shoulder.

Now Bai Yuqing's cultivation has not yet reached the Spirit Palace Realm, and he is only visible and godless in the game with Fengshen Valley, if he wants to control his own destiny, Guo Shan is Bai Yuqing's last means of victory, and Guo Shan's strength is stronger, and Bai Yuqing is more comfortable.

The three magical powers that Bai Yuqing gave to Guo Shan were the three heads and six arms, the Heavenly Demon Palm, and the Heaven Turning Seal that Bai Yuqing cultivated.

At the same time, Bai Yuqing still has the calculation in his heart, the Great Elder intercepts his own revenge, he will definitely retaliate, relying on himself will definitely not be able to, he has to use Guo Shan to catch the Great Elder off guard.

The next day, early in the morning.

As soon as the day dawned, the streets of Windy City were filled with sparse monks and hawkers.

Suddenly, a long heavy object fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, causing a puff of smoke and dust.

The monks who were in a hurry were attracted by the sudden change, and their curiosity was aroused, and a few bold monks fumbled for the falling objects.

One of them boldly reached out and opened the cloth wrap, and for a moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A moment later, the corpse of a man in a green robe with a broken arm was exposed to everyone's field of vision, wearing a ghost mask on his face, and the green robe was almost dyed red with blood, obviously suffering extremely serious injuries before his death.

The man stretched out his finger and slowly lifted the ghost mask to see what was underneath the mask, and then let out a scream, and the man collapsed to the ground.

Yes!

The nearby monks, attracted by this scream, stepped forward to watch.

The man was so frightened that he stammered:

"Han-Han-Han Pei-Han Peiwen is dead!"

Hearing this, everyone's pupils constricted, and the disciples of the Wind God Valley stepped forward and hurriedly tore off their masks, and it was Han Peiwen who was blind to death, and the expression on his face was hideous and terrifying.

"Senior Brother Han!" One person shouted!

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The main hall of the Valley of the Wind God.

The hall was full of Spirit Palace Realm elders with childish faces and crane heads and fairy wind bones, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing, and from time to time there was a low roar and a sound of gnashing teeth.

"An edict should be issued to encircle and suppress this son!" A shout of rage broke the silence.

Then several people agreed, and Zeng Pingshun, who was sitting in the deputy seat in the middle of the main hall, had a cloudy face, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, the valley lord of the Wind God Valley slowly spoke:

"Pingshun, what do you think about this?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the elders in the hall fell on Zeng Pingshun's body in unison, Zeng Pingshun raised his head sharply and responded:

"Valley Lord, I think-"

Before he could finish speaking, an elder with short red hair and an angry appearance scolded angrily:

"What do you think, this matter is because of you, if you didn't insist on waiting for the matter to find out before you do it, I wouldn't have died!"

"Yes, if I had imprisoned this son when I first discovered the clues, I would not have lost a genius in Fengshen Valley, all because of you—Zeng Pingshun—all because of you!"

Another old woman was so angry that she got up from her chair and pointed at Zeng Pingshun and screamed.

Zeng Pingshun wanted to open his mouth to argue, but he couldn't open his mouth like a fish in his throat, so he could only silently accept the accusations and scolding of the two of them in turn.

A moment later, the valley master on the main seat raised his hand and slapped it on the tea table next to him, and in an instant the tea table was shattered, and the tea set fell to the ground.

"Enough!" The valley lord shouted angrily.

Hearing this, the two who blamed Zeng Pingshun were willing to give up and return to their seats.

"This son should have known a long time ago that our Fengshen Valley has been secretly investigating his identity, so he will intercept Han Peiwen and demonstrate to us, in a vain attempt to warn us not to encircle and suppress him!" As soon as the red-haired elder returned to his seat, he spoke.

"This son is so bold and bold, the valley lord should immediately order to send troops to encircle and suppress him, showing the power of my valley's decency!" The old woman chimed in.

Zeng Pingshun was just about to speak, but he was glared at by a look from the valley master, so he had to sit silently.

The valley lord raised his hand to signal the two to stop, and then said:

"This son, since he knows so quickly that we are secretly investigating his identity, there must be a secret son planted in our valley!"

Hearing this, Liao Changliang, who was sitting in the corner, felt a tight heart, looked flustered but pretended to be calm, and did not dare to shoot directly at the valley lord on the main seat.

The valley lord looked around and spoke slowly again:

"This son should also have extraordinary strength, but if he takes the things of our Fengshen Valley, he is destined to pay the price for it, and when the matter of the disciple's encirclement and suppression is handed over to Elder He, it is bound to recover the Blood Sacrifice Mirror!"

"Yes!" The fiery red-haired elder responded.

"As for correcting the secret traitor, I will hand it over to Elder Zeng! Do you have any objections? The valley lord's eyes drifted to Zeng Ping.

Zeng Pingshun was surprised at first, but responded respectfully: "We must live up to our mission!" ”

"That's very good, if there is no other time, let's disperse!" The valley lord waved his hand.

The elders in the main hall withdrew one after another, and not far from the hall gate, the elder surnamed He and the old woman said to Zeng Ping:

"I hope Elder Zeng will act impartially and not be soft-hearted!"

Zeng Pingshun's pent-up anger exploded at this time: "How Zeng acts, it's not your turn to wait for guidance and comments!" ”

Elder He snorted coldly, and then led the old woman to leave quickly.

After a while, Zeng Pingshun showed an embarrassed look on his face, and secretly said in his heart: Why did Master Bai's nephew do such a stupid thing...

Three days later.

A piece of news spread throughout the Fengyou Mountain Range, and the ghost boy killed Han Peiwen, this news was like a boulder falling into the water, stirring up a thousand waves, and for a while, it became a chatter among countless monks after dinner.

In the Qingyun Sect, a mountain peak was covered with snow that did not belong to the season, and a woman was like an ice sculpture beauty, sitting cross-legged on the futon, and then her eyes opened, the cold light was transmitted, and her mouth murmured: "You finally appeared!" ”

Immediately, she quickly got up, picked up the snow-covered sword, and turned into a beam of light and flew into the distance.

Nine months later.

The first snow of this year was earlier than usual, and the earth was already white, and the cold mountain wind whirred, destroying the already small amount of greenery.

A fight and angry shouts pierced the silent woods.

"Elder Zhang, don't hide it anymore, work together to kill this son!" A middle-aged monk, with a very heavy embarrassment on his face, was tired of dealing with Bai Yuqing's attack, especially Bai Yuqing's fist, and did not dare to let it touch his skin.

Another middle-aged monk, wielding the big knife in his hand, slashed towards Bai Yuqing's body, and with a "bang", the monk surnamed Zhang was shocked and retreated again and again.

"This person's body is too hard, you and I quickly come up with a pressure box to kill this son!" The monk surnamed Zhang stabilized his body and said.

The two of them took out their own pressure box mastery, frantically turned their mana, and exerted their strength against Bai Yuqing.

For a while, the mana in the sky was surging, and the attack like raindrops instantly overwhelmed Bai Yuqing.

Bai Yuqing sneered, running the Heavenly Demon Change, casting the first change, every moment on his body muscles were bubbling with pitch-black demonic energy, and the snow in the air was in contact with the demonic qi at the moment of "whoosh" emitting white smoke, and he was not allowed to get close to Bai Yuqing an inch.

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