The middle-aged monk Wu Ming was sweating profusely, and his lips were pale, but his eyes were still rolling around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the other side, a group of monks he brought with him were already frightened, and a few monks who were far away were even more courageous, and they directly took up the sword light and were about to flee into the distance.

Woohoo!

Zhang Yuanhao didn't even raise his eyelids, and two golden sword qi erupted from his nostrils, instantly cutting through the space and disappearing, and when everyone looked back, the monks who had escaped with the sword had only flown dozens of zhang away, and they were already separated from their heads, and the blood was thrown into the air, and the dead could no longer die.

"And what's going on with these people?"

Zhang Yuanhao finally raised his head, frowned and glanced around, and the monks he saw in his eyes were all pale, lowered their heads, and trembled with fear.

At this time, Yan Nanxi seemed to have discovered that Zhang Yuanhao's cultivation had reached the foundation building realm. She was stunned for a while before she came to her senses and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You...... You've already built the foundation......?"

In the tone, there was a hint of confusion and joy.

Zhang Yuanhao's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and Yan Nanxi seemed to notice Zhang Yuanhao's impatience, and hurriedly spoke: "

"They are the people of Qingyuan Palace in Yuwang Mountain, I was ordered to guard in a lapis lazuli mine in the rudder of Yuwang Mountain of the Black Iron Sect, I didn't expect an elder of Qingyuan Palace to forcibly accept me as a concubine, I moved out of the name of the Black Iron Sect It was useless, so I took the opportunity to escape back to the Yuanzhong Mountain Range, but I didn't expect them to arrange an ambush along the way, I can only flee around, if I don't meet you today, I'm afraid ......"

Yan Nanxi's voice was a little hoarse, and she didn't say any more.

Zhang Yuanhao listened, took a heavy breath, and pondered.

He does have a trace of guilt in his heart now, not to mention that his predecessor has been in the Lingguang Sect for so many years, let's just say that the sect master of the Lingguang Sect is benevolent and righteous to him, and in his opinion, the disaster was caused by him, but the result was retributed to the Lingguang Sect, whether it is love or reason, he owes the Lingguang Sect an account.

"Yi Yan Sword Sect...... Soaring ......"

Zhang Yuanhao muttered in his mouth, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then hid it well.

"You said just now that you went back to the Yuanzhong Mountain Range, what's going on?" Zhang Yuanhao continued to ask.

"After the Lingguang Sect almost wiped out the Gate, the big men of the Black Iron Sect came forward, and I was rescued after that battle, and the current Lingguang Sect Mountain Gate was arranged by the Black Iron Sect in the Yuanzhong Mountains in the hinterland of the northwest of Cangfeng Country, where the resources are barren, and the spiritual energy is thin, not to mention the foundation building monks like the elders, even the daily cultivation of those of us in the middle and late stages of Qi cultivation is difficult to meet......"

Yan Nanxi bit her lip, glanced at Zhang Yuanhao's expressionless face, and continued: "Therefore, with the help of some well-intentioned people in the Black Iron Sect, more and more disciples of the Lingguang Sect have taken on the foreign affairs tasks of the Black Iron Sect, and they can obtain a lot of cultivation resources by completing the tasks, and even a few elders in the sect have secretly obtained a large number of cultivation resources, and the sect master said...... If this continues, the Lingguang Sect will become a true vassal of the Black Iron Sect, and there will be no chance to return to the top!"

"So, the six elders and the sect master joined forces to rectify the sect, cleaned up some disciples who did not have a strong sense of belonging to the sect, and then reached an agreement with the Black Iron Sect, so that the people of the Lingguang Sect could share some of the rich resources of the Black Iron Sect......

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes narrowed for a while, and when he opened them again, he had become emotionless: "Let's go, go back to the sect and have a look!"

Yan Nanxi was stunned for a moment, and then looked at these Qingyuan Palace monks around him with some embarrassment: "Then ...... them?"

Before the words fell, he saw Zhang Yuanhao wave his hand, and under a pale golden Gengjin sword prison, countless sword qi flew out, and in mid-air, the monks of Qingyuan Palace let out a muffled snort, and then were cut into pieces by the sword qi, and the blood soaked half of the sky.

Wu Ming, a middle-aged monk who had been trying his best to please Zhang Yuanhao, only relied on his magic weapon to resist a few faint sword qis, and then was shattered by the countless sword qi that surged up with despair, and his bones were gone.

After a moment, the entire sky was so silent that only the breathing of the two could be heard, and the rich bloody aura spread, making Zhang Yuanhao step on the flying sword in front of him, and Yan Nanxi, who was already pale, changed color again, as if he was scared stupid, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Zhang Yuanhao grabbed his hand towards the void and took everyone's storage bags. He has always adhered to the principle that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and he will never let go of any storage utensils, so now his net worth is richer than the existence of some fake Dan realms.

......

A crimson light followed by a colorless sword light, flying towards the northwest quickly, Yan Nanxi followed behind Zhang Yuanhao, and didn't take the initiative to say a word along the way, only when Zhang Yuanhao asked her, she answered two sentences.

The Black Iron Mountain Range was thousands of miles away from the Yuanzhong Mountain Range, and Yan Nanxi was only practicing the Qi Realm, and the cultivation speed was there, so it took three or four days for the two of them to reach the northwest region and enter the territory ruled by the Black Iron Sect.

Along the way, there were originally a lot of eyeliner of Qingyuan Palace, but because Zhang Yuanhao was next to the foundation-building realm, he didn't dare to make a big move, so he could only go back to report the news in a gloomy manner, but several days passed, and no one from Qingyuan Palace appeared, and the two of them smoothly entered the realm of the Black Iron Sect.

The northwestern region of Cangfeng Country is indeed managed by the Black Iron Sect like an iron plate, and the two of them have seen a lot of sparsely distributed human settlements all the way to the Yuanzhong Mountain Range, their population is more or less, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they believe in religion.

They believe in the Black Iron Sect, offer black iron statues, and extend a complex ritual system, this system has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they have regarded the Black Iron Sect as a fanatical belief in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense moved slightly, and he found that when those mortals were devoutly worshipping the Black Iron Sect, wisps of gray-white faint qi luck power rose up to the sky, and I don't know where to fly, a huge human settlement, and within a minute, it can often produce a handful of gray qi luck the thickness of a little thumb, which can almost be equivalent to the entire qi luck of a first-level qi cultivator.

The two of them flew over the mountains and dense forests, the rapids and turbulent streams, the smoky human settlements, the strongholds of the Black Iron Sect, and the Star City that had stood in the northwest of Cangfeng Country for countless years, and finally saw the shadow of the Yuanzhong Mountain Range.