Bai Ya wrapped Rong Cheng's head with a strip of cloth and lifted it in his hand, the head was a little light, his previous palm almost pressed all the brains in the skull out of his ears, and now the ground was simply miserable.

"It's time to do it again!"

Bai Ya grinned, took out a fire fold from the mustard seed bag, lit a few torches that had been prepared a long time ago, and threw them into Rongcheng's house.

At this time, it was late autumn, and the weather on the mountain was dry.

Rong Cheng's house was a wooden structure, and thick smoke soon rose from the window, and the blazing fire reflected Bai Ya's face uncertainly.

He needed to attract the attention of the Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists to this side, so that he could have time to settle accounts with Wu Zhen.

After doing all this, Bai Ya walked along the mountain road with his head bowed, and when he saw the Ling Tian Pavilion martial disciples coming from a distance, he retreated into the shadows to avoid the visitors.

After walking for a while, the noise behind him became louder and louder, and at some point it suddenly increased by several notches, and he knew that the bodies of Rong Cheng and Wu Si should have been discovered.

The movement of the battle they had just made was a bit loud, and with the smell of blood being so strong, even if they didn't set fire, they would be discovered sooner or later.

After traveling a hundred miles and a half and ninety, Bai Ya now just wants to kill Wu Zhen again and finish this matter, but as for his life and death, he doesn't think much about it.

When he came, he had already thought about it clearly, found out the truth about Lu Yuan and Lu Qing's incident, and directly killed Wu Zhen.

The chance of escaping after killing is very small, and the level of the teleportation array is very difficult, and the defender entangles him a little, as long as a martial artist arrives, he can basically only be captured.

It is one thing to be able to sneak attack and kill Rong Cheng, but it is another thing to be tough and tough with the artistic conception martial artist, Bai Ya doesn't feel that he has this force.

However, Bai Ya felt that as long as he could find out the truth about the Lu brothers and sisters, Ling Tiange might not be able to kill him, a disciple of Qingcheng, and even more so now. As long as he said about the Bleeding River Channel, Jing Que Peak had so many pairs of eyes watching, Ling Tiange couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

Of course, danger is not impossible, if the person in charge of this peak is a violent temper and doesn't listen to his nonsense at all, then nine times out of ten he will be killed in seconds.

The host of the outer hall at the top of a peak is no longer an artistic conception, at least a situation, and it may even be innate, and it is the same status as his master Liu Yu.

Bai Ya walked through this mountain road, looked up and looked back, and found that the fire over there was getting bigger and bigger, and it was actually spreading towards the back mountain, and he couldn't help but change his face slightly.

"Brother, will you point the wrong talent, it seems that you have the potential of a fire magician!" Bai Ya's face was strange, every time he set it on fire, it seemed that the lethality was far beyond imagination.

......

Just when Bai Ya killed Rong Cheng and set fire to the mountain, in an attic half-suspended in the air on Jingque Peak, two people were sitting and playing against each other.

On the left is a thin old Taoist priest, wearing a wooden crown, a wide gray robe, kind eyebrows, a long white beard under his chin, and his left arm leaning on a whisk.

The person on the right is a young man with a figure-eight pattern on his face and cinnabar on his forehead. He was wearing a crown of purple and gold hair, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hint of majesty on his face, and he was looking at the chessboard intently.

After a while, he frowned, picked up a sunspot and put it on the chessboard.

"Xuanyuan Dao Chief, don't you believe what this king says?"

Hearing the young man's words, the old Taoist priest didn't move, just rolled his eyelids, and said with a smile: "It's not that the poor Taoist doesn't believe what the sixth prince said, it's just that Ling Tiange has been mixed into the devil's sect and spies...... It's hard to believe if you don't have real evidence!"

Looking at the old Taoist's flat expression, although Meng Min had expected this result a long time ago, he still felt depressed. If it weren't for the fact that he was a nobleman, he would have been eager to burst into a few foul words.

The martial artists of the Immortal Martial Sect, especially the innate martial artists, would never take the identity of the prince and the prince as the same thing.

Although the old Taoist priest in front of Meng Mian was a humble gentleman, in the face of an ordinary person without force, the arrogance of the warrior was imprinted in his bones. If Meng Min hadn't made an arrangement, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to meet the other party.

"Xuanyuan Dao Chief, there is no wind and no waves, it doesn't hurt to check it!" Meng Min tried again unwillingly.

"If the sixth prince doesn't have real evidence, then can there be a specific object of suspicion?" Xuanyuan Dao Chang's eyes finally opened a line and took a deep look at Meng Min.

"No!" Meng Min's eyes flashed, and finally shook his head honestly.

The self he saw in his dreams when he was a child was just a straw bag drunk and dreaming of death, and he really couldn't remember much.

Meng Min only remembered that when he was almost an adult in his dream, several immortal martial sects in Yizhou broke out a scandal, and they were infiltrated by the evil sect demon sect.

This matter seems to have been discovered by a disciple of the Medicine King Valley by accident, but the person in the dream didn't care about this kind of thing at the time, so he couldn't remember the specific situation.

This incident led to a major purge of those Immortal Martial Sects, but the Evil Sects and Demon Sects involved did not suffer much loss. Their plot was destroyed before it could be carried out, so there was no loss of high-level force except for a few eyeliners.

In this incident, the only unlucky ones were a few local martial arts families in Yizhou.

Because it was through their children that the evil sect and demon sect infiltrated those big sects. As a result, these major sects were suppressed by these major sects adhering to the spirit of preferring to kill mistakes rather than let go, although they were not killed, but they were all greatly damaged.

The reason why Meng Min remembered this incident was related to Baiya.

After Bai Ya entered Qingcheng, he couldn't pay attention anymore, so he could only send people to keep an eye on Bai Ya's few friends who were still in Chengdu, hoping to get news of Bai Ya from them.

It was in this way that Meng Min learned about the incident of the Lu siblings' martyrdom, and remembered this scandal.

Because the Wu family in this incident was one of the unlucky families who were suppressed by the big sects, and because they were stationed in Chengdu, Meng Min had a little impression.

After thinking of this scandal, Meng Min immediately realized that this was a good opportunity for him to show his face in front of these Immortal Martial Sects. He didn't even need to pay too much price, as long as he reminded these few immortal martial sects a little, he could get a lot of favors.

After investigating the distribution of the Wu clan's disciples again, he finally noticed Ling Tian Pavilion. Because the Wu clan's disciples had the largest number of people in Ling Tian Pavilion and the greatest chance of being infiltrated, he could try his luck.

After coming to this conclusion, he used the excuse of conditioning his body, and rubbed into Jingque Peak with a dead face.

Before meeting Xuanyuan Old Dao, Meng Min made two preparations.

If Xuan Yuan Dao didn't believe him, then he would only leave a warning. Anyway, when the incident broke out, Xuan Yuan Old Dao would be impressed, and Ling Tiange would have to owe him a favor.

In case Xuan Yuan Dao really believed him, Meng Min still had a little ambition.

According to what he saw in his dream, after the incident of the evil sect demon sect infiltrating the Yizhou sect, the entire Shenzhou world began to enter an eventful autumn.

This event is like a key that opens the door to a new round of troubled times!

If he could convince Xuan Yuan Lao Dao to choose forbearance, instead of detonating the scandal in advance like in his previous life, he could completely catch a few big fish from the Demon Sect of the Evil Sect, which was much more ruthless than a purge of middle and lower-level martial artists.

At least one of the claws of the Evil Sect Demon Gate that reached into Yizhou can be cut off, and at the beginning of the troubled times, it will win the first opportunity for the righteous path of Yizhou!

As for Meng Min himself, he left a shrewd and capable impression on the high-level of the sect in Yizhou, and his chances of winning the throne in the future were a few points higher.

"The sixth prince has no real evidence, and the second has no suspicion, how can you let the poor Dao investigate?" Xuan Yuan Lao Dao sighed and put a white piece on the chessboard, "The ...... Huh?"

Xuanyuan Dao Chang's eyes, which had been squinting slightly, suddenly opened suddenly, and the divine light in his eyes burst out, looking towards Meng Min.

The pores of Meng Min's whole body stood upright involuntarily, only to feel that there was a giant beast staring at him.

However, he soon realized that the old Taoist priest was not looking at him, but staring at the wall behind him, his gaze as if he had penetrated through the gaps, and was staring at a corner of Jingque Peak.

Even so, Meng Min was still frightened into a cold sweat by him, and asked cautiously, "Dao Chief...... Xuanyuan Dao Chief, but what happened?"

"It's okay, Poor Dao will come when he goes!" Xuan Yuan Old Dao's face was a little unnatural, and he stood up and smiled dryly.

Seeing that Lao Dao left him and went straight out, Meng Min looked at the unfinished chess game in front of him and touched his chin.

"Zhong Dong!"

"The subordinates are here!"

The brocade-robed warrior with eyes like an eagle owl turned in through the door, he was the only guard allowed to follow Meng Min into the mountain.

"Let's go, let's take a look!" Meng Min jumped out of bed, picked up the folding fan in his hand, and walked towards the outside of the attic.

"Your Highness!" the brocade-robed warrior followed behind with a bitter face, "The martial arts of his subordinates are nothing in this Jingque Peak, if something happens, it will be troublesome, let's not ......"

"It's okay, although this prince of mine is not in the eyes of the innate warrior, he has lived in the mountains for many days, and many people have known this face, and no one will deliberately trouble me. Meng Min self-deprecatingly tapped his face with a folding fan.

Zhong Tong sighed secretly, his master had a lot of ideas when he was a child, and once he made up his mind about something, the nine cows couldn't pull it back. Now that he has tied his crown, except for a few strategists led by Mr. Wen, the others can't be persuaded by others.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the attic half-suspended on the mountain wall, they were stunned when they stood on the plank road.

I saw a blazing fire in the distance, and half of the sky was reflected red. Standing on the plank road, they clearly saw that the entire mountain behind Jingque Peak was engulfed in flames, and black smoke rose straight into the sky like a dragon.

"How could it be burned like this, the people of Ling Tiange are too careless!" Zhong Dong couldn't help but lose his voice.

"Most of the stations of the Xianwu Sect are on the mountains, and they usually pay attention to fire prevention, which should be a man-made disaster. Meng Min froze, frowned, and for some reason, a familiar figure faintly flashed in his mind.

"This king is really ...... How could he be here!" Meng Min immediately shook his head and knocked on the door of his head with a folding fan self-deprecatingly.