Wu An took a group of disciples and hurried back, and after a day and night of continuous travel, he finally rushed back to the sect.

As soon as he entered the mountain gate, Wu An took the corpse and went straight to the sect master's hall, and without waiting for the disciples on duty outside the hall to report, he directly dodged in.

As soon as he entered the door, Wu An came to the sect master Wu Dao was sitting on the main seat of the main hall and looked at him with a stunned face, Wu An knew that it was very unreasonable for him to break in directly like this, but he couldn't care so much at the moment.

"Sect Master, the body of the junior brother has been found, he died too miserably!"

After Wu An finished speaking, he gently lowered the corpse wrapped in the white cloth in his hand to the ground, and there were tears in his eyes.

"What? You say this is the corpse of the disciple of the Gong Transmission Master? How is it possible!"

Sect Master Wu Dao was surprised, his body shook, and he almost stood unsteadily, obviously the death of the Elder Martial Elephant hit him hard.

Wu Dao dodged and flew down in front of the corpse, stretched out his right hand, gently lifted the white cloth on the corpse, and when he saw the appearance of the corpse, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and then when he saw the ring on his finger, he immediately confirmed that the deceased was the Elder Wu Xiang.

"Senior brother, junior brother!"

Wu Dao exhaled sadly, his voice choked instantly, he and Wu Xiang and Wu An are all brothers of the same sect, they are all handed over by a master, they have grown up together since childhood, and their feelings are very deep, and now they see Wu Xiang's tragic death, how can they not grieve when they see Wu Xiang's tragic death.

Wu An was infected by Wu Dao's emotions, and he couldn't suppress his trembling in an instant, and the tears in the corners of his eyes could no longer be held back, turning into two tear stains and flowing down.

"Sect Master, please also mourn the change, the death of the disciple is very likely to be done by the descendants of the Baichuan Nahai, my mana is low, I can't be sure, I specially ask the sect master to check!"

"Okay! Okay!" Wu Dao stopped crying and calmed his emotions, "Senior brother, you're right! I almost missed a big thing!"

After Wu Dao finished speaking, he began to cast spells to check, only to see that as time passed, Wu Dao's brows became more and more wrinkled, and in the end, he had turned into deep fear.

"Alas!" Wu Dao sighed, stood up, and continued: "That's right, we were indeed harmed by Baichuan Nahai Dafa, we are just a small sect, and we don't want to provoke this Baichuan Nahai heir, how can it be good?"

"Sect Master, now there is no other way to do it, but to announce this matter to the world, as long as the big forces intervene in this matter, no matter whether or not they can find the Baichuan Nahai heirs in the end, a large number of monks will pour into this place to search and suppress, the Baichuan Nahai heirs will definitely not be able to hide here, they must choose to flee away, and our sect can also avoid disasters. ”

Hearing the sect master's question, Wu An immediately said the countermeasures he had thought about along the way.

"Okay! That's the only way, with the strength of my sect, I will definitely not be able to fight against this person, this person is in the dark, we are in the light, it is impossible to guard against him forever, just according to what the senior brother said, the news will be announced to the world!"

Wu Dao recognized Wu An's strategy very much, and in the face of the survival of the sect, Wu Dao could only hold back his grief and deal with the immediate crisis first.

"Someone!" Martial Dao shouted outside the hall, and immediately a disciple came in to respectfully receive the order.

"Immediately send someone out to inform the nearby sects, and say that the Baichuan Nahai heir has appeared and killed the elder of my sect!"

After Wu Dao finished instructing, he said to Wu An, who had tears in the corners of his eyes: "Senior brother, you immediately bring a few elders and go to the nearest big faction and holy place to inform this matter, and don't forget to notify the nearest Scattered Cultivation Alliance station!"

"Yes, Sect Master, I'll do it. ”

Wu An gave up his hand, and then walked out of the hall quickly.

In the room where the Scattered Cultivation Alliance was stationed, Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, and a faint halo appeared on his body, circulating around his body, gradually converging into a ray of light, extending to the limbs and hundreds of remains, like a small stream, which flowed along the route of the monk's practice.

Suddenly, the stream quickly converged towards the central dantian position, and the dantian position was instantly white light, and the entire room was illuminated, like a bright lamp.

After a dazzling outburst, the white light in the dantian position quickly dimmed and extinguished, and at the same time, the light on the body was instantly submerged by the darkness.

"Whew!"

Lin Feng exhaled a breath of turbidity, his chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes were slightly excited when he opened his eyes, and his transcendent entry into the Holy Secret had gone one step further, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of the third layer of blood fusion.

Looking back on the experience of this time, the most unforgettable thing for Linfeng is the encounter with the Holy Land outside the sky, it seems that only in the realm of life and death can the potential of people be stimulated, and every time they are in danger, they will increase their strength after fighting and escaping.

Lin Feng admired the senior brother Lin Yuan a little at this moment, he knew early on that only in the continuous fighting, the strength can be quickly improved, the more dangerous the situation, the more it can stimulate the potential of the human body, as long as it can break through the danger, the final strength will be greatly improved, and can also gain more insights from the fierce battle.

After meditating for a while, he began to practice the Dafa of Gathering Gods, and his cultivation of the Southern God Technique had been known to the Holy Land, although he was masked, but in the future, as he continued to cultivate the Transcendent Divine Technique, the current mana of the Qingyang Jue would eventually be unable to cover up the mana of the Transcendent Divine Technique.

Once you can no longer hide the mana of the transcendent entry into the holy formula, although having the status of a member of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance can save you from a lot of interrogation, but there are always accidents, if you are forcibly interrogated and find out that you have cultivated the transcendent entry into the holy technique, then it will be a big trouble. Ninety-four Good Book Network

Therefore, Lin Feng's top priority now is to seize the time to cultivate the Dafa of Gathering Gods, as long as the Sword Body Dafa can go further, Lin Feng can change his body aura and mana attributes, so it is a comprehensive strategy.

Running the Dafa of Gathering Gods, the breath on Linfeng's body began to be strong and weak like a tide, and the mana was constantly switching between the Qingyang Jue and the Transcendent Divine Technique, giving people a sense of trance.

In the second half of the night, Lin Feng got up, his face was a little gloomy, and he slowly paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

No matter how Lin Feng cultivated, there was still no progress in the Dafa of Gathering Gods, and it was probably only after the realm broke through again that the Dafa of Gathering Spirits could be refined again! Lin Feng sighed slightly in his heart, opened the window and glanced at the night outside.

It had just rained during the day, and it didn't stop until nightfall, and the night sky was dark at the moment, and there was no starlight, and the silence was terrible.

If you can't cultivate the Dafa of the gods, then go and practice the others, the Netherworld Sword Intent has been comprehended for a long time, and the previous body injuries have not healed, and there has been no chance to fuse the Netherworld Sword Intent into the Wenxin Sword Array, and tonight I have no intention of sleeping, so I will solve the matter of this sword intent fusion, and Linfeng is also looking forward to the power of this sword formation that fuses the two sword intents.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Feng flew out of the window, and with a wave of his hand, the window closed again, and Lin Feng was in the air, quickly flying towards the group of dancing sword sculptures on the cliff wall of the back mountain.

After nearly half a month of familiarity, Lin Feng had already learned from Zhu Wen that the monks stationed at the site would choose to fly when no one was there at night, and Elder Hong also turned a blind eye and didn't bother to care about it after knowing it.

You don't have to walk, Linfeng naturally doesn't want to walk, and at the same time secretly scolds himself in his heart for being too honest before, and every time he goes to the back mountain cliff before, he walks past.

From Zhu Wen's mouth, Lin Feng also had a better understanding of Elder Hong, from all aspects, Elder Hong was an extremely lazy person, he didn't care about the things in the station, and many things within the duties were also pushed to the monks below, most of them were taken over by Zhu Wen and Zhan Wei.

The deacons of the two halls are shrewd people, and taking over the duties of elders means that they have more power in their hands, and they can also use the extra power in their hands to do more things that enrich their own pockets.

These Elder Hong naturally knew, as long as it wasn't too much, they generally didn't care, and at the same time, they also grabbed the handle of the deacons of the two halls, so that the deacons of the two halls did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Once there is a need, Elder Hong will take the handle of the deacon of the two halls to control the deacon of the two halls, although Zhu Wen and Zhan Wei know the abacus in Elder Hong's heart, but in the face of the temptation of power, they can't resist it in the end.

Fortunately, the two of them were also able to keep to themselves, and there was no offense to Elder Hong, so that the means prepared by Elder Hong never worked.

When Lin Feng knew this, he was also inexplicably impressed in his heart, this Elder Hong looked like he didn't pay attention to anything, but in fact, he had already raised his sword in his hand, and he could cut it down with a sword at any time.

It seems that none of these old monsters in the God Control Realm are simple, especially this kind of loose cultivation background, which is rolling all the way out of the rivers and lakes, and it is not simple.

Linfeng flew in the air, the sound of the wind was whistling in his ears, and the night after the late autumn rain was a little cold, and Linfeng could feel that his body was covered with goosebumps.

Flying into the sculpture group, Linfeng landed on the top of a dancing sword sculpture, because there was no starlight and moonlight, and Linfeng's eyes could not see far.

At this time, the humidity of the cliff wall of the back mountain is too heavy, and there is a thin mist floating in the air, and there is a looming haze as far as the eye can see about the wind.

"Huh!"

The eight flying swords were unsheathed and hung in the air, the magic seal in Linfeng's hand changed, the eight flying swords danced around quickly, and the Wenxin Sword Array unfolded, forming a circular sword curtain that protected Linfeng in the center.

After a short warm-up, Lin Feng tried to integrate the Nether Sword Intent into the Wenxin Sword Array, but things were obviously a little unexpected.

"Buzz!"

As soon as the Netherworld Sword Intent merged into the Wenxin Sword Array, the entire Sword Array suddenly trembled violently, and a piercing sound of interference sounded.

Linfeng felt that his body was also trembling, and his hands holding the Fa Yin were as heavy as carrying a mountain, and he kept swinging.

The shivering continued, and beads of sweat began to form on Linfeng's forehead, and they quickly gathered and flowed.

"Click!"

Sweat dripped down Linfeng's chin on Linfeng's hand, it was already late autumn, but Linfeng's clothes were all wet with sweat.

Just as Lin Feng was trying to maintain the sword formation, an accident appeared.

"Bang!"

The sword array collapsed, and the eight flying swords were thrown to the ground at great speed.