Two streams of light crossed the clear and cloudless sky and landed at the foot of Xuanling Mountain, manifesting two figures.

"Have you figured out what to do?" asked one of the gray figures, a hint of decadence in his voice.

The white figure next to him looked at the endless stone steps ahead, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and said, "This is a great opportunity, I can't miss it." ”

The gray figure was silent for a moment, exhaled deeply, and said, "Since you have thought about it, let it go, but it is not easy for you to act with my current identity." ”

The white-clothed figure understood what he meant, and said: "The juniors know that the seniors don't care about me for the time being, but later when the juniors are on the line of life and death, they can make a move to let the juniors fight for a way out, and the juniors are grateful." ”

The gray-clothed figure originally thought that he would let him take him away, but he didn't expect that he just meant to let himself make a little move to stop the divine monster or the elephant power in it.

This kind of request really made him a little unresponsive.

"Go ahead, it's more interesting for you to live than to die. ”

After the gray figure finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the mountain, but with each step, the gray figure faded a little, and by the time he took the fifth step, the whole person had completely disappeared.

It's like the smoke of a cooking stove that is constantly rising into the air and disappears with the wind, silently and without a trace.

After the white-clothed young man saw the gray shadow leave, his eyes looked at the outline of the palace looming in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, and muttered: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people, Liu can help you do only this, if you are gaining an inch, don't blame Liu for not being emotional." ”

Standing at the foot of Xuanling Mountain is Liu Xunxiang.

He released his spiritual sense, centered on himself, and spread it around, and after making sure that there was no one else around, he reached out and pulled out a thousand illusions from the storage ring and put it on his face.

The moment Qianhuan fell, his whole temperament changed sharply, from the delicate and elegant just now to cold and dull, and his facial features also changed from delicate to sharp.

The eyes are cloudy, and when the pupils turn, it looks like an eagle vulture.

The fame of this new face in Zhongzhou is no less than that of Liu Xunxiang's own face, and even the status of his identity in the Zhongzhou cultivation world is better than Liu Xunxiang's own face.

He is His Royal Highness of the Zhongzhou Cultivation Realm Super Power Sect Hades Temple, Yin Lingming!

From the nameless mountain forest, not long after Liu Xunxiang killed the thirteen rebirthing realm ancestors of the Ink Washing Academy, he set off with the man in gray to come to the Wuji Pavilion of All Things.

On the way here, Liu Xunxiang figured out what she had to do, and also figured out the twists and turns, and understood that things in this world are not black and white.

Perhaps, as the man in gray said, the general trend of heaven may not be right, but what you do is not necessarily wrong.

So what Liu Xunxiang has to do next is to follow his heart and continue to pursue what he thinks.

"The gray crow is still waiting for me to be resurrected, Su Zhiling is also waiting for me to pick her up in Bai Guyuan, and the descendants of the sloppy old man have not been found, and the true identity of Shizunyin Tianzuo has not been found out, the descendants of the old Li Shujing of Bai Guyuan, the mastermind behind the slaughter of the Fog Hidden Sect overnight.... All of this is still waiting for me to find out, so I can't be confused. ”

"Now that I've chosen, I'm going to finish on my knees. Liu Xunxiang's eyes showed firmness, and then he showed an inexplicable smile, and said, "It's really fast." ”

After speaking, he took a step forward and turned into a streamer and rushed to the top of Xuanling Mountain.

Halfway up Xuanling Mountain, a group of low-level disciples wearing the Wuji Pavilion of All Things were walking towards the top of the mountain with their heads pouted, each carrying boxes of black lacquered wood boxes on their backs or on their backs.

"You said that these people are really, where did we send them from the Wuji Pavilion, they all came over with their nostrils facing the sky, let us lead the way, and let us help send them over with the baggage they brought, we really can't be bullied!"

"That's it, especially the mask man in the Ink Washing Academy, the masks are packed in a box, and they are said to be ready at any time, so as not to break the mask when they fight the law, and lose the number of etiquette, do you listen to this is a human language, I will annoy them these people, three sentences are inseparable from a etiquette word, poor and exquisite. ”

"At least people are self-aware, and they know that they can't beat our young pavilion master, otherwise they wouldn't have made so many masks, okay, let's not say a word, and send them things quickly. ”

A group of people complained as they walked, and as they spoke, they suddenly felt a gust of wind pass by, blowing them to the ground.

"Fuck you, what the fuck!"

Several people were already angry, but now they were blown to the ground by this strange wind, and they immediately opened their mouths and scolded.

Hearing this, the wind turned around, and almost instantly appeared in front of the scolding low-ranking monk.

"What did you just say?"

The wind subsided, revealing the young man hiding inside.

Although this low-level monk didn't know this young man, he could feel the other party's cultivation, like a high mountain, majestic and vast.

This young man's cultivation is definitely higher than the elders he usually sees in the sect.

"Molten Spirit.... At least it's an overhaul of the Soul Realm!!" The little monk made huge waves in his heart, and his face was even paler as paper.

Why is he so unlucky, just scolding a word, he can provoke a Soul Realm Cultivator.

The rest of the people naturally felt the young man's cultivation, and they all fell silent, bowing their heads and eyes, for fear of being implicated by their companions.

The major repair of the Soul Transformation Realm, if he has a good backer, then he is on the territory of the Wuji Pavilion of All Things, as long as he does not kill the disciples of the Wuji Pavilion of All Things, the Wuji Pavilion of All Things will not study deeply.

After all, no sect would go to war with a sect force of the same level for the sake of a low-level disciple of the Qi Induction Realm, unless this low-level disciple was a noble person of the level of the Young Pavilion Master.

This is the rule of the jungle in the cultivation realm, and it is also the cruel survival rule of the cultivation realm.

"Before... Predecessor.... I, I, I... I'm a disciple of the Infinite Pavilion of Everything...."The little monk began to stutter as he spoke nervously.

Liu Xunxiang glanced at his clothes and said, "I can see it, so what?"

His voice was flat, but this flatness was another tone in the ears of these low-level monks in front of him.

"Senior, the disciple knows that he is wrong, it is the disciple who is open-mouthed, and he also asks the senior to spare the disciple's life....." The little monk's sweat beads slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground, and the regret in his heart was about to gush out.

In his opinion, since the other party dared to say this, it must be an elder of a certain super sect, such a person killed a little disciple who didn't understand the rules, and the Wuji Pavilion would not say anything at all.

In the eyes of the high-level of the sect, their lives are not valuable.

Liu Xunxiang's eyes were cold, and he said: "I have never spared people's lives in the Hades Palace, but today the hall is in a good mood, don't worry about you, you cut off your tongue, don't let the hall see you in the future." ”

Self... Cutting off a tongue?

A stream of heat flowed down

The little monk's trouser leg flowed out, and the stinking breath made Liu Xunxiang frown slightly, and said, "Afraid, since you don't want to, then the temple will personally send you on the road, which can be regarded as a blessing for you to cultivate in this life!"

As she spoke, Liu Xunxiang's fingertips suddenly burst out with a cluster of gray aura, and the aura exuded a strong sense of death.

It is the supernatural power that can transform all the vitality in the human body into dead air, catastrophe!

The intensity of this dead qi was so strong that even the little monk of the Qi Drawing Realm could feel it, and the tears in the little monk's eyes were hot, and he roared like a mad demon and bit off his tongue alive.

"Ahhh!!h

Blood slowly spilled down the corners of his mouth, and the little monk was spasming with pain, his eyes rolling and looking extremely terrifying.

"Ho-ho... "Without his tongue, the little monk could not speak, so he could only endure the pain and continue to beg for mercy.

Liu Xunxiang looked at him expressionlessly from beginning to end, and when she saw that he bit off his tongue, she said, "Don't take it as an example." ”

After speaking, he turned around and turned into a breeze again and disappeared in front of everyone.

The little friar was so grief-stricken that he threw up his head and spouted a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

"Two pillars, two pillars!"

The rest of the low-ranking monks saw that Liu Xunxiang was gone, and they all ran to the little monk and shouted, seeing that the second pillar was unconscious, the oldest man gritted his teeth, carefully took out a pill from his arms, and struggled with his eyes.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stuffed the pill into Erzhuzi's mouth.

"Our brothers have known each other for more than 30 years since they entered the Wuji Pavilion of All Things, and today you have been so humiliated, we have no ability to get it back for you, all we can do is save your life. ”

"Senior brother!" another person looked pained and said, "Otherwise, if we go to the Young Pavilion Master, the Young Pavilion Master will definitely make the decision for us!"

"That's right, looking for the Young Pavilion Master, our disciples of the Infinite Pavilion of All Things can't suffer this kind of humiliation!"

The leading man closed his eyes and said bitterly: "The Young Pavilion Master will not ignore us, but do you want the Young Pavilion Master to fall out with the Hades Temple because of this matter!"

Everyone was stunned and a little puzzled.

The man's eyes were full of pain, and when he was about to explain, his complexion changed suddenly.

Behind them, at some point, two more young men appeared.

The man's eyes were attracted by the jade pendant on the waist of the two, and after seeing the words on it, he hurriedly knelt down and said, "The disciples of the Wuji Pavilion have seen the sage of the Ink Washing Academy. ”

These two people are Zifei and Zichan who rushed from the Ink Academy after learning that the other thirteen people had fallen.

Zifei didn't look at the man, but set his eyes on Erzhuzi, who was still in a coma, and said coldly: "Who just passed?"

The man lowered his head, the resentment in his eyes was like a raging fire, and he said in a deep voice: "Back to the two sages, the disciple doesn't know, only that this person says that he is a person from the Hades Temple, and he claims to be the main hall..."

Zifei and Zichan glanced at each other, and Zichan said: "The Hades Palace dares to call itself like this, only this new Highness Yin Lingming, I also heard some things about him when I was in the academy."

It is said that this person is ruthless, the city is very deep, and he has been a maverick in the Hades Temple before he reached the realm of rebirth, without any friends, and he is not treated by anyone.

But just after being promoted to the rebirth realm, he showed his fangs, killed the father and son of the elder Pang clan, frustrated the prestige of the two judgments of yin and yang, and then created his own supernatural power Yin soldiers to cross the border and defeat the saint Maiden Youpiao.

Among them, whether it is strength or scheming, they are no longer inferior to some century-old monsters, and among today's younger generation, their reputation has far surpassed that of the Confucian scholars of our academy. ”

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