"What Muyuan Dao Immortal has passed away?" Hearing Xiao Xiao's words, Zi Chuan and the other monks were completely stunned.

Not long ago, didn't Mu Yuan go in to calculate the origin of those mysterious monks? Why did they suddenly pass away?

"Boy, repeat what you just said!" and some of the monks still didn't want to believe it.

As the Ninth Scattered Immortal, unless Mu Yuan took the initiative to trigger the Ninth Scattered Immortal Tribulation, or encountered a very strong opponent, it was impossible for him to fall like this suddenly.

"If you don't believe it, you can go into the house and have a look!" the little guy said with tears in his eyes when he saw that everyone didn't believe it.

Actually, not to mention Zichuan and them, even the little guy is in a state of blindfolding.

"Let's go, go in and have a look!" Zichuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, some things are still good to figure out.

After a while, Zichuan and the others followed the little guy into Fushan Mansion and came to the small courtyard that Mu Yuan belonged to.

I saw that in the small courtyard, a very complicated altar was arranged, and there were a lot of ancient bronze coins scattered on the ground.

Mu Yuan's body had been carried by the other servants and placed next to the altar and covered with a white cloth.

Seeing this, Zichuan and the others became more and more solemn, and hurriedly stepped forward to uncover the white cloth.

As a result, his brows were furrowed even more than before, and he saw that there were still blood stains on the corners of Mu Yuan's mouth at this moment, and his eyes were not closed.

Moreover, everyone could also see Mu Yuan's complex emotions at that time from his eyes, some were puzzled, some were shocked, and of course, the most was fear.

Unlike the monks of the Mahayana period, after the failure of the catastrophe, there was no Yuan Infant for a long time, and there was no situation where the Yuan Infant escaped.

Therefore, Zichuan and they can already be sure that Mu Yuan is really dead!

"Why?" they couldn't figure out, but after studying for a long time, they couldn't come up with a reason.

"Wait!" At this time, Zi Chuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something!

"Daoist Mu Yuan came in this time to deduce the identity of those mysterious monks, is it because of this?"

Thinking of this, his face changed, and he hurriedly turned around and walked in the direction of the square.

However, Zichuan and the others didn't know that the situation in the square at this moment had changed drastically.

I saw that about 10,000 monks were forced to gather in the temporary hall of the Anti-Cloud Alliance, and their young people stood with more than a dozen monks dressed in bloody clothes.

"This fellow Daoist, there is something to discuss, there is no need to be so angry for a small misunderstanding, right?" said a ninth-generation scattered immortal with a bitter face.

This person is one of the future high-level candidates of the Anti-Cloud Alliance, and at this moment he is really about to hate Zeng Yu to death, why should he provoke these demon kings in a good manner.

It's a pity that not long ago, Zeng Yu had already died at the hands of the young Mahayana monk opposite.

"Something to discuss?" Hearing this, Leng Yan, who was dressed in blood, said lightly.

He looked at the dense corpses of scattered immortals behind him, and snorted coldly with disdain.

If it weren't for the Three Realms being strong enough, would these people from the Anti-Cloud Alliance still regard the previous incident as a misunderstanding?

After all, these people wanted to use him as a sacrifice flag.

"Brother, it's all our fault this time, what's the matter?, just mention what you need!" Seeing the disdainful look on Leng Yan's face, the Ninth Scattered Immortal hurriedly spoke.

At this point, they really don't want to fight anymore.

Not to mention the two killing gods, one black and one white, even the monk riding a big rooster and a big snail is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

After more than an hour, how many people died on their side?

However, seeing that Leng Yan still had a cold expression, this Ninth Immortal was completely furious.

"Brother, as long as you stop and give you 10,000 spirit mountains, how about it?"

Now he didn't say anything about misunderstanding, and directly said his conditions.

In his opinion, as long as he apologizes and sends some Lingshan, he may be able to make them stop.

"Are Mahayana monks easy to bully?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yan's faint voice sounded immediately.

This is.... Don't accept it?

The monks of the Anti-Cloud Alliance were about to cry, you said that we were wrong, and we apologized, and even gave 10,000 spiritual mountains, but they didn't even agree.

We already know that the monks of the Mahayana period don't dare to bully, isn't it?

"Brother, we will no longer bully the monks of the Mahayana period in the future, how about 20,000 spiritual mountains?"

The Ninth Scattered Immortal was cowardly, completely cowardly!

If God gave him a chance to start over, he would rather kill Zeng Yu than provoke Leng Yan.

"Fifty thousand spiritual mountains!"

Just when the Ninth Scattered Immortal really didn't know what to do, Leng Yan finally spoke.

After speaking, he glanced thoughtfully around the square.

"What 50,000 seats?" the Ninth Scattered Immortal almost didn't jump up when he heard it.

What is the concept of 50,000 spiritual mountains? Even if a small realm ranked within 10,000 does not necessarily have so many spiritual mountains.

There is almost no difference between sending him 50,000 Spirit Mountain and sending him a small realm!

However, jumping back and forth, the Ninth Scattered Immortal finally gritted his teeth and nodded, which was considered to be a matter of agreement, and now he has an idea, at all costs, to send away this plague god!

"Chonglou, remember his appearance!" Leng Yan saw that the other party had agreed, and then said lightly to Chonglou.

"Yes, master!" Chonglou nodded heavily.

This battle is so cool, if it weren't for the other party's admit, he would have to kill!

Then, Leng Yan no longer paid attention to the other monks, and directly turned around and walked towards the comprehensive strength list, Fei Peng, Evil Sword Immortal and the others looked at it, did not speak, and followed directly behind.

The silence in the square was terrifying, and the monks could even hear the footsteps of the cold flame.

"This brother, can you tell me that you are in that small world, and I will be fine in the future... ”

Seeing Leng Yan walking farther and farther, this Ninth Immortal finally couldn't help but ask.

He has been holding back this matter for a long time, and now he has finally taken out 50,000 spiritual mountains to settle this matter, he has to ask for a name, don't do it again in his hands in the future, it will be very bad!

"Three Realms!, Leng Yan!"

Leng Yan didn't turn around, and after a slight pause in his body, he left seven words!

Silence! Doubt! Leng Yan's footsteps sounded again, but the monks didn't have time to pay attention to anything else, but hurriedly analyzed these seven crucial words.

"Three Realms, my God, these terrifying monks are actually from the Three Realms!"

"The Three Realms, isn't it the newly formed small realm, how can they have such a powerful existence!"

"It turns out that it is really the Three Realms, I remember that someone said it before the war, but it's a pity that ......"

In fact, not only the monks in the square, but even Yun Jie, who was invincible in the Cloud Dream Realm, also showed a rare solemn expression.

"Three Realms, Leng Yan? Interesting! However, even if you are powerful and mysterious enough, you are too far from my identity!"

For a long time, Yun Jie muttered haughtily.

(End of chapter)