At this time, a team of 30,000 immortals, in the eyes of countless awe-struck, crossed many places in the Central Domain with great momentum.

It didn't take long for them to arrive in the Eastern Regions.

Thundered......

The originally clear sky was immediately eclipsed, flying sand and rocks along the way, yellow sand filled the sky, and the terrifying pressure filled the surrounding void, and in an instant, the grass and trees were silent, and the birds and beasts trembled with fright.

The figure of 30,000 immortals appeared, full of sacred immortal energy, surrounded by brilliant fairy light, colorful, and extremely spectacular from afar.

The costumes they wear are iconic and can tell which sect they come from.

Among them, the number of immortals in the Wuji Dao Sect is the largest, which is enough to see the strength of the sect's heritage, no wonder he can become the leader of the Eight Great Dao Sect.

"Tsk, is this the Eastern Regions?"

"The concentration of immortal qi in this heaven and earth really can't be compared with our middle domain."

"It seems that the Red Demon has fled here, and there must not be much room for improvement."

"It's sad and lamentable, that the Red Demon who was in the Megatron Middle Domain back then actually fell to such a deplorable state!"

The group of immortals of the Seven Great Dao Sect walked in the sky above the Eastern Regions, with a sense of pride between their eyebrows, and their words were full of contempt for the Eastern Regions, and they also felt disdain for the targets of the crusade.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful the Red Demon was back then, and now he is forced to flee to this kind of place to recuperate, even if he makes a comeback one day, how much storm can it set off in the Middle Domain?

"Seeing this, I am even more sure that Cangming Dao Sect's remarks are pure fart, if the Red Demon stands in front of me now, it is estimated that he will not need all Daoist friends to make a move, I can kill him with one punch!"

Yang Wei, the sect leader of the Liuli Dao Sect, gently twisted the eight-character beard and said proudly.

"What Sect Master Yang said is extremely true." Xu Boqi, the sect leader of the Qianyuan Dao Sect next to him, was hunting in a brown robe on his body, and his face was quite square and full of smiles.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and said disdainfully: "Speaking of Cangming Daozong, I don't know what the surname Ye thinks, funerals have been held these days, this hypocritical drama is too much." ”

For these days, because of the silent performance of the night, the Cangming Dao Sect has long been a joke in the upper circles of the Central Domain.

Hearing this, the other sect masters all looked strange.

Because of the other party's performance, it is really against common sense.

Say that he values love and righteousness, and I think it's weird, but to say that he is a shrunken turtle who can't fight, but people are missing a seat for the funeral.

It's quite contradictory!

"Fellow Daoists, with my understanding of Silent Night, he doesn't look like a person who would work hard for such trivial matters, and he could be forced to do this, unless it was for something more important."

Qin Shou, the sect leader of the Haoyue Dao Sect, groaned, and there was a crescent moon mark in the center of his eyebrows, silvery-white, and sometimes flashing with a bright brilliance.

"Haha, doesn't this old boy think that with our strength, we can't defeat the Red Devil?"

Yang Wei sneered.

The other sect masters glanced at each other and shook their heads, obviously thinking that this statement was ridiculous.

Back then, the cultivation of the Red Devil was a top-level true immortal, coupled with rare combat power, he was able to make waves in the Central Domain, and later relied on the secret method to forcibly escape, not to mention that the realm would fall, right?

Even though there have been some adventures in the past few years and they have returned to their heyday, the times have changed, and top-level true immortals are no longer rare, and there are now two or three thousand in their ranks.

What's more, the seven of their sect masters are all Heavenly Immortal cultivators, and if they take out any of them, they can sweep through the Eastern Regions.

In this case, how can you not fight the Red Devil?

Hang it up and hit it in minutes!

"The Night Sect Master's side is indeed mourning for Elder Wei, I can testify to this, fellow Daoists, don't talk about him anymore."

Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's face opened his mouth majestically.

These days, the spies he planted in the Cangming Taoist Sect came to report, and he knelt at the funeral all the time silently, expressing his deep condolences for the portrait of Elder Wei.

It's so deep and touching!

"Oh?"

The other sect masters looked sideways slightly, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Could it be that they really live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?

Since the Sect Master of the Wuji Dao Sect personally made a guarantee, it was not easy for them to continue to delve into this topic.

Boom~

During this period, the seven sect masters unleashed a huge amount of divine consciousness, which swept in all directions like a storm.

When they saw the majestic 100,000 Immortal Mountain, the expressions on their faces were shocked, and then they showed a fiery intent of greed.

"Wonderful! I didn't expect the Eastern Regions to have such an opportunity? Yang Wei, the sect leader of the Liuli Dao Sect, stroked his palms and smiled.

"With so many immortal mountains, they are bound to contain rich resources, and it seems that the monks here are not blessed." Another sect master said meaningfully.

Feng Qingyang quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice: "This matter will be discussed later, don't forget the purpose of our trip." ”

He thought that a while ago, the Xuantian Holy Lord specially sent people to the Eastern Regions, if the other party also knew about the existence of the 100,000 Immortal Mountain, then it was still unknown whether the Seven Great Dao Sect could get involved.

"It's still the Wind Sect Master's ability to see through." Sect Master Xu Boqi of the Qianyuan Dao Sect praised in a praising tone.

"Yes, yes, yes." The other sect masters nodded in agreement.

After all, among their group, they are led by the wind Qingyang, and they naturally have the intention of pleasing them.

"Before that, find someone to ask for directions, and determine the direction to concentrate on the encirclement to prevent the Red Demon from escaping!"

Feng Qingyang's tone contained murderous intent, and this time he was determined to avenge his dead son.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that there is a sect in the northwest, and the monks there must know about it."

"Let's go!"

Rumble~

This immortal team was mighty, and it was rapidly approaching the Xuanji Sword Sect.

"it!"

Feeling the countless terrifying auras descending, the monks of the Xuanji Sword Sect were so frightened that their hairs stood on end, and their eyes showed three points of astonishment and seven points of fear.

Is there any mistake?

The immortals in these years have all appeared in groups?

"Hmph, tell me......" Feng Qingyang's eyes were shining, and his face was majestic, but before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by the next sentence.

"Walk 80 million miles to the south, and you can reach Xuantian Sect! You're welcome! Go ahead! ”

The wind is clear: "??? ”

Damn, how do you know what I'm going to ask?

You don't know the prophet!?

Several other sect masters were also shocked, they didn't expect that this small sword cultivation sect would actually have a big boss who could deduce their intentions!

Feng Qingyang forcibly suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and bowed his hand and said, "Thank you!" ”

Before he finished speaking, people knew what he meant.

It's amazing!

After all, no matter where you are, this kind of soothsayer who can divinate hexagrams and predict accurately is worthy of respect.

"Let's go, go to Xuantian Sect!" The wind cleared and waved his hand, and all the immortals went to their destination in a hurry.

Looking at the direction of disappearance, the snow standing on the top floor of the Sword Pavilion was traceless, and his cold face twitched slightly.

This picture is inexplicably familiar!

But that's not the point, the point is that you outsiders, why do you all come to me to ask for directions?

Excessive, right?

The depressed Snow Without a Trace thought about it and decided to issue an order,

"Come on, build a sign for me, write the location of Xuantian Sect, and hang it on the top so that everyone can see it!"