The strong coercion of the Great Dao Seed permeated all directions, oppressing the immortals whose cultivation realm was weaker than the Immortal King realm, and their complexions changed uncertainly.

With its formation, Elder Qingxuan wanted to put the Great Dao Seed floating above his head into the dantian, but unexpectedly, it was unexpectedly stacked between the electric light and flint, and a whirlwind flashed away, and the Great Dao Seed was gone.

"Wow!" Elder Qingxuan's Great Dao Seed was nowhere to be found, and blood was churning in one breath, and when it gushed out, his face turned pale for a while, and there was no blood to speak of.

Bang tom!

In an instant, he used his spiritual sense to contact thousands of times, but he found nothing, and Elder Qingxuan's body went limp, and he fell directly to the ground, weak and weak, and his whole body was unable to move, like a withered old tree root.

"Yes...... Who?" A huge question rose from the depths of his heart, his face was hideous and terrifying, and with his willpower, he gritted his teeth and spit out two words with difficulty.

His mouth was like a river bursting its banks, gushing out as if it didn't need money, and the blood flowed to the fullest, spilling on the ground, making him feel bad, haggard for decades, and even more dying.

All of this happened in a matter of moments, and before everyone could react, it was already a boat, and Elder Qingxuan's promotion to Immortal King failed.

The reason for the failure was not that he did not condense the Dao Seed, but that someone deliberately made trouble and took away his Dao Seed, making him fall short, and all the efforts he had made before would be in vain.

"Who is it?" Shangguan Jing, the sect master of the Qing Xuan Sect, was dumbfounded, someone actually took away the Dao seed of Elder Qing Xuan under his nose, and he simply didn't take him in his eyes, and even shouted angrily.

The only trace of God's unaware means is a fresh breeze blowing in his face, and he really can't figure out how the enemy did it.

Because, this gust of wind is the same as before, and there is not the slightest abnormality.

Immediately raising his eyes, he glanced at everyone present, and found that there were no so-called enemies, and he did not find anything wrong with anyone, which made him even more distressed.

Elder Qingfeng and Elder Qingxuan had a very good relationship, and when they saw such a change, they couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately rushed to him, helped Elder Qingxuan up, held an arm, and diagnosed the pulse, and his face was even more pale as snow: "The Dao seed is lost, the cultivation is completely wasted, the strange poison in the body, the dantian withered, the meridians atrophied, and the life is not long!"

Shangguan Jing saw that Elder Qingxuan was about to become the third giant of the Qing Xuanzong, but he didn't expect to receive such a blow, and when he heard Elder Qingfeng's diagnosis, it was as if he had been old for hundreds of years.

There was a touch of unwillingness in his eyes, and he was even more struggling and resentful, his killing intent had been decided, he rose up to the sky, his body seemed to flash like a gust of wind, and he came to Elder Qingxuan, and said with a lot of guilt: "Elder Qingxuan, how are you?"

Several other elders also rushed over quickly, all concerned about Elder Qingxuan's situation, seeing that the sect master's face was gloomy like stagnant water, and his murderous aura was boiling, he didn't say much, waiting for Shangguan Jing to order to deal with this matter.

"Sect Master, the strange poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the internal organs are worried, if it weren't for the Venerable Rank Medicine Suppressing Evil Soul Returning Pill, I'm afraid it would be difficult to have the power to return to the sky!" Elder Qingfeng said with a sad and cynical face, and the same murderous aura came out, like the water of a rushing river, and said through gritted teeth.

Hua Wuya, who was kneeling on the ground, was happy to hear this, he was silent on the surface, he had already laughed heartily in his heart, he was even more powerful than eating 100,000 catties of honey, he was in a good mood, he was very comfortable, he swept away the decadent and unbearable color, and said secretly: "The old immortal, I still want to be happy, hehe, see how you end, die halfway, save the sect master himself."

Qing Xuanzong is mine sooner or later, let you jump again, once that kid from the Snow Clan leaves, this sect master will hire a killer at a high price and slaughter your Qing Xuanzong full of shame. ”

The presiding officer of the Jingxin Temple was as quiet as a mountain, his eyes were closed, isolated from the world, as if he didn't care much about all this, but just recited the Buddha's name in his mouth: "Amitabha!"

Under his leadership, everyone in the temple of Meditation was like this, ignoring everything and standing motionless.

Su Rongrong, the sect leader of Su Xinting, had a sad face, a little jealous, his eyes were like torches, sweeping everyone present, scanning it, and finding that it was the same as Shangguan Jing, and he found nothing, so he couldn't help but be on guard, and vaguely made a move to prepare an attack anytime and anywhere.

She immediately ordered her disciples to pay attention to vigilance, the enemy was unpredictable, which made her heart really unstable: "Pay attention to vigilance, if you find anything abnormal, report it immediately, and if you don't report it, you will be dealt with according to the door rules!"

Under her leadership, all the subordinates of Su Xinting looked solemn, seriously vigilant around, did not let go of the wind and grass, and carefully investigated.

The people of the Five Clouds Sect were like a plate of scattered sand, their cultivation realm was not very high, but the weapons and equipment they wore on their bodies were first-class, and they were even more frightened, afraid that the enemy hidden in the dark would poison them.

All of a sudden, they took out all the sophisticated equipment they were carrying, and draped them on their bodies at a very fast speed, not afraid of being crushed to death by weapons and equipment, but afraid of being attacked by the enemy, and died in vain, and they didn't know what to do.

Situ Changqing, the sect leader of Situ Jianmen, adopted the same attitude as Jingxin Temple, ignoring the affairs of the outside world, standing in place, indifferent, as if everything was so natural, rather than the so-called pretending to be calm and calm.

Seeing that the sect master was unmoved, the disciples had to suppress their hearts and control their inner thoughts as much as possible, although they were frightened, scared, and panicked.

The people of Qing Xuanzong already had fear, but more of it was still the fire of anger, constantly burning and gathering, which was even more than fear.

Each of them carried a weapon and looked around, ready to attack with the intention of chopping melons and vegetables, and their eyes spurted with anger, looking for the culprit.

They had their own camps, only Chu Heng stood there alone, as if he had been abandoned by people, no sect had invited him at all, and no sect had sent people to protect him, as if it didn't exist.

"A gust of breeze blowing, seizing the Great Dao Seed, unpredictable, coming and going without a trace?" Chu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly scanned the surroundings, especially the clue that came from the breeze, and he attached great importance to it.

He had seen many detectives, so he knew that this was man-made, not the so-called curse.

"Hehe, interesting! Interesting!" Although Chu Heng didn't know who did it, he didn't worry about his own safety, after all, the special ability to resurrect from the dead was not.