Chapter Ninety-Three: I'll Kill You

Chen Xingchui is a famous general of the Dayanbian Army.

Before leading the army, he was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Immortal Fu Sect.

Long before he became a general of the border army, he had already stepped into the Seven Realms.

In a sense, in addition to the Immortal Fu Sect Master, the remaining old people of the Immortal Fu Sect, if they fought for Chen Xingchui's life, they might be Chen Xingchui who would survive.

This is probably the most important reason why these people asked Chen Xingchui to come back and kill Zhang Yi.

They need to be foolproof.

Looking down from this grass house, the sect master of the Immortal Fu Sect saw that the mountain gate of the Immortal Fu Sect was also closed at this time.

The mountain gate was closed, and it was impossible for anyone to enter the Immortal Fu Sect for a while.

So, who can stop Chen Xingchui from killing Zhang Yi?

When the wise old man felt a little chilly, a middle-aged man in cloth covered with wind and dust was slowly walking along the mountain road to a dao hall.

......

When the dusty middle-aged clothed man walked slowly, in this Dao Hall, Zhang Yi and more than ten disciples of the Immortal Fu Sect were cultivating... Or exploration.

The appearance of this hall is very ordinary, just ordinary nan wood and masonry, but every wooden pillar and wall inside, there is a layer of flowing light that seems to be changing, but it is almost eternal.

This layer of streamer light is like imprisoning everything in this Dao Palace, so that this Dao Hall will remain unchanged.

The inside of the hall is full of carved patterns, these patterns that have no fixed rules and form patterns may or may not be runes, inadvertently, some patterns will suddenly flash a trace of light, like a lightning bolt suddenly flashed in a thundercloud.

This temple is the temple of heaven.

Legend has it that one of the highest Dao talismans of the Immortal Rune Sect is hidden among these complicated and unreasonable patterns.

The most important thing is that in the history of the Immortal Fu Sect, among the seven people who realized the Heavenly Dao Talisman in this Heavenly Palace, the position of the pattern that each person observed when comprehending it was different.

Some people realize the meaning in the intricate patterns on the beams, some people in the window lattices, some people in the masonry walls, and some people even only realize the symbols in the mottled light and shadow through the windows... However, in the end, the artistic conception and power of the Heavenly Dao Talisman realized in the end are the same.

Therefore, in all the records of the Immortal Fu Sect, the Heavenly Temple itself, and everything in it, are just telling the same rune and the same truth.

There are many ways to get to this truth, but the end result is the same.

The seven people who had previously realized the Heavenly Dao Talisman had all become the sect masters of the Immortal Fu Sect one after another.

Therefore, this Heavenly Temple is not only important, it is an ultimate honor to be able to enter this Heavenly Temple to study, and only some of the best students of the Immortal Fu Sect of the Contemporary Immortal Fu Sect will be allowed to enter this place to practice.

In a sense, being able to enter here means having the possibility of becoming the next suzerain.

Good hope can be uplifting and rejoicing.

Especially for some people who are easily satisfied.

Zhang Yi is a person who is easy to satisfy.

To be able to get some kind friendship, to be able to no longer be ridiculed or coldly isolated, is already very satisfying for him.

As for the Immortal Fu Sect Master, he hadn't thought about it at all.

He stared hard at the different shades of patterns on the top of the hall at this time, he intuitively looked good, and these high patterns were also the most attractive part of the whole hall, he didn't like those patterns that seemed to be wet in the dark, but unfortunately, no matter how serious he was, he didn't feel the slightest feeling, and he didn't feel any difference between these patterns and ordinary carvings.

So much so that his eyelids began to sink a little, and he felt a sense of drowsiness.

The afterglow of his eyes swept to the appearance of Le Yi and the others around him sometimes frowning, sometimes contemplative, sometimes flashing in his eyes, he thought that in such a solemn and meaningful place, he actually wanted to sleep, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his warm body.

The chill came from outside the temple.

Somewhat shocked, he turned around and looked at the hidden door.

No one paid attention to his movements, not even Le Yi, who was closest to him, because no one except him felt that inexplicable chill.

The door of the temple had not yet been opened, but the sound of footsteps sounded clearly in his ears like the beat of a drum.

The footsteps were extremely uniform and powerful, with a rhythm and an aura of iron that was not changed at all by foreign objects.

The first feeling that gave him was like this person's feet before even mountains and rivers, he would use such a fixed step point.

The doors of the temple were opened.

A slight mountain breeze really poured into this temple.

However, in Zhang Yi's perception, the silent space suddenly buzzed, the air was cut head-on by sharp sword blades and blades, the wind was strong, and the nose was filled with the smell of rust and blood.

A middle-aged man appeared in his sight.

This middle-aged man was just wearing ordinary cloth clothes, but the aura in his perception, including the coldness of this middle-aged man's body, or the coldness that poured out from the inside of his body and from his strong heart, made him instantly understand that this was a general, and a very remarkable general who had gone through countless battles.

It was only at this time that the rest of the Immortal Fu Sect disciples in the Heavenly Hall discovered this person's arrival and turned around one after another.

The middle-aged man is naturally Chen Xingchui.

His appearance was not outstanding, his complexion was somewhat dark, there was a sword wound on his left cheek, and his eyes were too small.

However, because of all kinds of unique temperament, everyone in the hall did not think he was ugly at this time.

"You're Zhang Yi?"

His gaze fell on Zhang Yi's body for the first time, so he didn't look away, and then with a little emotion, he said sincerely, "You are indeed the most outstanding disciple of this generation of Immortal Fu Sect, and you are the first to sense my arrival." ”

Zhang Yi was a little stunned, but he was a real gentleman, so he bowed down for the first time and asked first, "The junior is Zhang Yi, I don't know who the senior is?"

"Chen Xingchui. ”

There was an uproar in the silent hall.

Zhang Yi was stunned, he didn't know why his surroundings reacted like this, because he hadn't heard the name of the person in front of him, so he suddenly felt ignorant and a little ashamed.

"Chen Xingchui is a cultivator of our Immortal Fu Sect, and he is the general of our Great Yan Dynasty's Border Pass Tiger Prison Army. A thin and slight female voice came into Zhang Yi's ear, and he could hear that it was Murong Xiaoyi's voice.

Zhang Yi turned his head slightly to thank Murong Xiaoyi not far behind him, and at the same time he was even more puzzled and began to be even more shocked.

The Great Qin Dynasty rewarded him with military merits, and as a Qin person, he naturally knew what the identity of a real general was.

"I was able to sense your arrival first, general, just because I am a Qin person, and I am more sensitive to the meaning of the sword than them, not because my perception is more than theirs... Or rather, I'm not in a state of distraction. ”

However, he still explained this sentence first, and said: "So the general is overrated." ”

"Humility and fearlessness are often the qualities that a practitioner needs most to become stronger, and you have both. Chen Xingzhui shook his head, "You don't have to be humble, I have practiced in the Immortal Fu Sect for thirteen years, and I have led the army at the border pass for twelve years, I have seen countless people, and I have my own judgment on people. ”

Zhang Yi has always been not good at arguing with others, let alone arguing for himself, so when he heard such words at this time, he just hung his head slightly, not knowing what to say.

Chen Xingzhui quietly looked at the young man he admired, with some regret, and said, "But I came to kill you on this trip." ”

"What?"

As soon as he said this, the entire hall was filled with the sound of gasping cold air.

Zhang Yi was stunned.

"No need to ask why. ”

Chen Xing's grim gaze swept over everyone behind Zhang Yi, including Murong Xiaoyi, who was about to step forward to speak out, "I can be here, and the Immortal Fu Sect has closed the mountain gate, and no one has come to stop it, so you should understand what happened, so those who have nothing to do with it, please go out." ”

There was a sword-like sound in his voice.

The sound made everyone's bodies feel cold, and their breathing couldn't help but feel heavy.

Le Yi's breathing stopped, and his palms were full of cold sweat.

Murong Xiaoyi narrowed her eyes, and she looked at Zhang Yi.

She saw that Zhang Yi was about to speak, and at the same time she thought that according to Chen Xingchui's attitude towards Zhang Yi, he should give Zhang Yi a chance to ask questions.

"I don't know who told you to kill me. But here, I'm afraid it will destroy this Heavenly Temple. ”

However, what made her almost speechless was that Zhang Yi said such a sentence when she opened her mouth at this time.

Until this time, Zhang Yi was still worried about destroying this Heavenly Temple for the first time.