Misty Mountains.

Leaving the One Sword Sect, Wang Jing came here directly.

Standing on the top of the mountain range, he quickly probed his divine sense and looked down, and he quickly frowned, revealing a little doubt.

"Strange, I obviously remember that there was an evil sect called the Misty Sect here, why can't I find it?"

The puzzled Wang Jing then waved his hand and casually arranged a few formations, making the range that his divine sense could view wider.

Now there was a new discovery, and a ruined sect ruins were found.

Wang Jing's brows furrowed even tighter, and he was even more puzzled.

Could it be that someone discovered this evil sect and came to intercept his beard before him?

Make no mistake, right?

Last time, he lured the sect master of the Mist Sect away, ransacked their sect's treasure house, and then was hunted down and killed for nine years.

Now that this sect has been recuperating for more than eighty years, thinking that they should fill the treasure house again now, they have come over, and they have actually been cut off.

With a fierce light flashing in his eyes, Wang Jing rushed directly towards the sect ruins.

also quickly pulled out a minor monk in the late stage of foundation building from a nearby cave.

The little monk is a male cultivator, about twenty years old, and he is quite handsome, but in Wang Jing's opinion, he is a thief.

Bang!

Wang Jing grabbed the little monk out like a burst of light, and threw him to the ground like a burst of light.

The little monk was so broken that his bones were about to fall apart, but he dared not speak in anger, and hurriedly crawled to his knees.

"The seniors spare their lives, the juniors are penniless, I only have one cheap life left, you just let me go. ”

Listening to the little monk's pleading, Wang Jing frowned, and there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Are you from the Mist Sect?"

Although he didn't see this little monk make a move, the aura of the exercises he sensed was in the same vein as the Misty Sect.

Hearing Wang Jing's inquiry, the little monk trembled with fright, and then begged for mercy again.

The impatient Wang Jing waited for him to finish begging for mercy, and then directly interrupted, "What happened to the Misty Sect? What about your sect master? Who took the treasures from your sect?"

Wang Jingdu didn't need to do anything, just as soon as Yuanying coerced it, the little monk was already frightened, and he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment at this moment, and hurriedly answered.

"What happened specifically, the juniors don't know, most of the months ago, the juniors were on the verge of breaking through, so they looked for this cave retreat in the mountain behind the sect, and a few days ago they finally broke through the late stage of foundation building, and our sect became like this. ”

After saying this, the little monk felt extremely happy.

He felt that all his fellow disciples were dead, but he had escaped by retreating.

Listening to the words of this little monk, Wang Jing was also extremely regretful, he didn't ask any useful clues at all, and he didn't know who took the treasure away.

Shout!

At this moment, a light suddenly lit up, and a transmission note suddenly flew out of the little monk's body.

"Master!"

There was a hint of surprise in the little friar's eyes, and he immediately shouted.

The words landed, and an old voice came from the transmission note.

"Good man, if you come out of retreat, hurry up to the gods to find me. ”

"Immortal faction?" Wang Jing frowned and muttered.

On the way here, he heard about this immortal sect like thunder.

It is a new sect that suddenly emerged in a very short period of time.

It seems that in just about a month, it has suddenly grown strong enough to compete with the first-class gate faction.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Jing's eyes lit up.

This sect developed by quickly encroaching on other sects, that is to say, this immortal sect swallowed up dozens of large and small sects, and also swallowed up all the treasures of these dozens of large and small sects.

If you can go and rob it......

Thinking of this, Wang Jing hurriedly shook his head again.

In the past, the master forced himself to make a serious demon oath that he would never do anything crooked.

For example, you can't rob people for no reason.

Back then, a disciple of the Misty Sect provoked himself, treated himself as a fat sheep, and wanted to rob himself, and he used his own way to govern others, which is no problem.

But now, if you want to rob this immortal faction, you have to find a reason.

As for saying that this immortal sect has more than a few Yuanying masters and countless Jindan powerhouses, Wang Jing didn't pay much attention to it.

This kind of newly emerging force, and so many sects are united, it must be independent and dissenting.

Moreover, the sect's formations and various protective prohibitions are definitely not in place.

This is your chance.

A great opportunity to make a fortune.

After thinking about it inwardly, Wang Jing looked down at the little monk in front of him again.

"I and the head of your sect master are also old acquaintances, and now that your entire Misty Sect is being persecuted by the Immortal Sect, you can't sit idly by, just help you destroy this Immortal Sect and rescue all the people of your Misty Sect." ”

Wang Jing's sudden kind smile made the little monk tremble in fright.

Moreover, the voice from his master's transmission note was very smooth, not like he had been caught.

But under Wang Jing's gentle gaze, the little monk couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long time, and thanked him without crying: "Thank you, senior." ”

Wang Jing nodded with satisfaction, "Without further ado, let's start here." ”

As soon as the words landed, the little friar was ready to lead the way.

His master had also passed over the current address of the Immortal Sect before.

However, just as the little monk turned forward, Wang Jing waved his hand, conjured up a hand knife, and slashed at the back of his neck.

Bang!

The little friar soon fell to the ground.

Wang Jing's big hand also covered the little monk's forehead, quickly reading his memory.

But it is not a ruthless soul-searching method, but a mind-reading method developed by Wang Jing himself.

Of course, this kind of mind-reading Dafa can't be like the Dafa of soul searching, you can know everything, and even the secrets buried deep in the other party's heart can be easily excavated.

I can only know a rough idea, such as who is the surname, who I know, and so on.

But these are also enough for Wang Jing.

Turning into a little monk, Wang Jing turned himself into a little monk, and smiled: "Xiao Song Le, your identity will be temporarily borrowed from my predecessors for a period of time, you can go back to the cave and sleep well for a while." ”

When the words landed, Wang Jing waved his hand, and the real Song Le was directly wrapped in aura and sent back to the cave.

Wang Jing was also very considerate and arranged a forbidden formation outside the cave for him, so that no one would go in and disturb his rest, and of course, lest he run out.

Taking out a small mirror, Wang Jing looked at his current Song Lede face, and was not very satisfied, "Sure enough, I am still good-looking, let's just wait for a while." ”

Then, his lurking path began.