Chang Zhi'an also felt a chill when he walked under a tall cypress tree, but it was nothing compared to the worry in his heart. The Chang family has a sizable mansion on the second avenue parallel to the Huanhu Avenue, which is so wide that the interior is large enough to fit four beautiful courtyards, which are designed and decorated according to the theme of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the gorgeous buildings covered with green gold-inlaid glazed tiles surround these four courtyards, and people usually have to walk from one courtyard to another through a long winding verandah, but this is not a problem for Chang Zhi'an at all- The heavy courtyard walls, which looked so strong that they could withstand a battering ram, were in fact just a trick to obstruct the eyes, and every Chang family disciple who had attained the cultivation and wore the necessary markings could easily walk from one courtyard to another.

There is no real winter in Qingzhou City, and the courtyard of the Chang family with the theme of winter is not luxurious enough to set up a cooling formation that works at four o'clock, this courtyard is just planted with a large number of pines and cypresses, and a large number of white lake stones are laid on the ground, laying out a desolate style, in the past, Chang Zhi'an has feasted his friends many times in this courtyard, at that time they cast spells to summon the wind and snow, sing and drink in the snow, taste the camel meat that is just roasted, exudes the fragrance of spices, and make harmless jokes with future aspirations, everything is as clear as the blue sky at the end of Qingzhou City- It was only 10 years ago, and it's incredible to think about it. Ten years ago, Chang Zhi'an reached the age and cultivation to participate in family affairs, and it was in that year that his grandfather, the true immortal ancestor of the Chang family, ordered him to cut off contact with the outside world.

At first, he didn't pay attention to this, but regarded it as a test for him by his family, and a further expectation from his family for him to practice further, but as he became more involved in family affairs, a terrifying truth gradually emerged in front of him, and he had nowhere to escape.

In the center of the winter courtyard is a rockery made of strange white stones, which looks no different from the kind of rockery often found in the villas of the rich people next to the lake avenue, Chang Zhi'an knew that its interior was much larger than it looked on the outside, he walked into the rockery, walked down the stone steps for more than two hundred steps, and saw a very energetic young man in white shirt talking happily with a beautiful monk.

"Brother, you came by coincidence, the master is talking about inviting us to a host afterwards!" The young man who spoke to the monk was Chang Zhi'an's younger brother Chang Zhifang, and unlike his name, he was able to speak and was very popular with the ancestors of the Chang family, so he was also one of the most active elements in today's conspiracy.

"That's going to have to wait until after the fact. Chang Zhian wanted to speak tactfully, but he was born without this kind of talent, and his dissatisfaction almost burst out.

The monk was about to speak, but Chang Zhifang stopped first: "Brother, it's obviously the day of my family's great victory, what are you talking about, it's a shame that the ancestor is not nearby-you and I are the descendants of the ancestor, but this battle is fruitless, and the benefits are indispensable to you, why always look like this?"

"Do I care about things?" Chang Zhi'an was furious: "These ...... you brought These...... Even if he wins, how can the other immortal families be convinced?" Because the ancestor of the Chang family has already shown that he can't call the other party a Zuo Dao demon, but if he wants him to call the other party Master like Chang Zhifang, he can't say anything.

"Brother!" Chang Zhifang's face also turned cold: "As a descendant of the ancestor, you don't contribute to the ancestor, but say some frustrating words all day long, if it weren't for the ancestor to see your surname Chang, he would have beheaded you a long time ago! When their Xiao family monopolized Qiyun Peak and took away the Qingzhou spirit vein, did the other immortal families say that one was not convinced? This world has always been respected by the strong! My Chang family can't fight their Xiao family, and if I ask for some food from them, I have to be angry in every way, which is the natural reason, and on the contrary, isn't it the heavenly reason? ”

"If you open the show openly and justly and win the Xiao family, I won't say anything. Chang Zhian didn't have a good impression of the Xiao family, but he was even more worried about the allies that the Chang family had found: "You said that the strong are respected...... They ......"

"Ming is fair?" Chang Zhifang sneered: "How could his Xiao family be clear and fair back then, wasn't it also the Qiyun Peak that he relied on the power of his allies?"

"Their allies are also immortals!" Chang Zhi'an shouted: "It's not a ...... to worship dead corpses"

"Master, please take a step first," Chang Zhifang felt heartbroken for his stubborn brother, didn't he know that this alliance was the meaning of the True Immortal Ancestor? What about the tactics and the overall situation, of course he Chang Zhifang knows how unreliable these monks who believe in corpse gods and death are, and how cruel their methods are, and what he knows, such as the fact that Qingzhou City outside the Chang family's mansion has been turned into a sea of blood in the dead domain under the spell of the monks of the Death Worship Sect, let Chang Zhi'an, who only has an impression of the "evil door" of the Death Worship Sect, know, I am afraid that he will be scared to death on the spot!

But so what? The Chang family is not the Xiao family who was kept in the dark, they are the attack designers of the Death Worship Sect's operation, those Five Elements Immortal Techniques that attacked Qiyun Peak all benefited from the Chang family's efforts, without the Chang family changing feng shui, the Death Worship Sect could not move an inch in this immortal family's land, let alone concealing the eyes and ears of the three true immortals of the Xiao family, as long as the ancestor of the Chang family changed his mind in a timely manner, none of these death worshippers could not leave the territory of Qingzhou City.

What a perfect ally the Death Worship Sect is, they are not the Immortal Family, so they don't use the resources of the Immortal Family, whether it is Qiyun Peak or the Spirit Vein, none of them will be divided, all they need is the lives of millions of mortals in Qingzhou City, and the lives of these people are not in the hearts of the Chang Family Ancestor and Chang Zhifang, there are people in the vast Qingzhou, and after the Death Worship Sect leaves with their sacrifices (or can't do without, depending on the meaning of the Ancestor), they can immigrate some people from nearby states and counties, maybe it will not reach the previous level of prosperity in the short term, but there is no problem in supplying the needs of the Immortal Family。 This is a somewhat cruel but perfect plan, as long as he can get Qiyun Peak and the resources on it, Chang Zhifang doesn't care about this cruelty.

He wasn't a weak fool like his brother, and if he could get better resources, why not kill some innocent mortals?

The monks of the Death Worship Sect walked into the guest house where the Chang family entertained them, which had been rearranged according to their beliefs, and the blood-colored curtains were hung on the four walls, and on the edge of the curtain were a series of skeletons, and the divine seat was set up due north, and below stood three Death Worship monks who were above him, the first in line was a seven-year-old child with a shriveled face like a seventy-year-old man, and in the second place was a young woman, if there were not many rotten sores with five-colored pus on her face, and there were live maggots crawling from this rotten sores to that rotten sore, her appearance could be compared with the first beauty in Qingzhou that yearIn third place is a man with long hands and feet reminiscent of a spider, and his belly bulges like that of a pregnant woman at full term, completely out of proportion to his lean limbs.

The young monk knew that none of the three were really these three people.