"My lord, you may not have heard of the Demon Valley, but you must have heard of the Blood Refining Sect, right?"

The councillor looked angry and said in a deep voice: "The Demon Valley is actually the Blood Refining Sect, this evil sect has actually been developing in secret, although the Alliance has been constantly tracking them down and encircling them, but the Blood Refining Sect is still stubbornly surviving in some sinister places...... In the past few years, after assuming the name of Magic Valley, this sect has a tendency to recover, and our Martial Arts Alliance is stepping up its investigation and encirclement of them......"

Blood Refining Sect, of course this sect Lu Yu knows.

This cult has existed for thousands of years, and most of the martial arts exercises in the sect are guided by human blood, refining blood and transforming qi to improve cultivation, which is not tolerated by the righteous path school. It's just that this sect was destroyed in an encirclement and suppression by the Martial Arts Alliance more than five hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, more than ten years ago, a magic valley quietly appeared, hidden in a corner, secretly growing, and it was not until four or five years ago that it alarmed the Martial Arts Alliance.

After some investigation and encirclement, although only two or three big cats and small cats were hit, it was confirmed that this Demon Valley was the remnant of the Blood Refining Sect. It's just that until now, the Martial Arts Alliance hasn't even found the place where the other party is hiding.

Seeing Lu Yu turn around and leave the center of the alliance, a haze flashed in the eyes of the male director, and he got up to confess his guilt to the people on the side, asking him to replace him and go to a convenient place.

After a while, the spirit magpie flew out of a window in the center of this alliance, and its fluttering wings flew high into the sky—

A palm grabbed it.

Lu Yu smiled coldly, untied a note from its feet, and spread it out to see-

Suddenly, his face turned gloomy. Putting it back untouched, Lu Yu let go of the spirit magpie and watched it fly away. And the soles of his feet were full of vitality, and he followed, hanging this spirit magpie from a distance.

In the Mengze County Martial Arts Alliance just now, the reaction of the council member was a little wrong, with Lu Yu's extremely keen five senses now, he clearly felt that this person's first reaction was not surprise but horror, although he later covered it up well, but Lu Yu could detect this person's accelerated heartbeat, trembling eyebrows, and slightly trembling fingers, etc., many details showed-

This council member is likely to be from the Magic Valley.

......

The Heavenly Spear Gate is located in the north of Mengze County, located in the mountain range between Mengze County and Beimen County, although it is only one word different from the top sect in the mainland, the Heavenly Sword Sect, but the power of the two is heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Spear Gate can barely be regarded as a third-rate sect, although there are many disciples in the door, but in terms of cutting-edge combat effectiveness, there is not even a real person in the door.

"Elder, they've sent a message back......

As soon as the spirit magpie fell from the sky, a disciple of the Heavenly Spear Gate stepped forward, took down the news tied to its legs, and hurriedly ran to a courtyard not far away, knocked on the courtyard door, and respectfully handed the news up.

"Hmm......"

A white-haired old man was lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard, and although his eyes were closed, he exuded a faint aura of tranquility. After taking the note, the old man waved his hand to let the half-kneeling disciple retreat, and then he opened his squinted eyes and swept the paper that was spread out—

Boom!

Jumping up with his eyes open, he directly knocked the tea tray next to him to the ground, the old man's wide eyes were full of shock, and immediately, he took a deep breath to calm down, and turned around the yard with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he stood and looked at the courtyard door—

But when he saw the door master Yang Hulie walking in, his breath was surging, and the powerful gun intent was constantly swallowing on his body, and it seemed that he might burst out and hurt people at any time.

"I just sent someone looking for those four disciples to reply to the letter? I'll take a look......

"Sect Master, this letter was passed back from someone who worked in the Martial Arts Alliance Center, and it is not a disciple who was just sent!" A haze flashed in the old man's eyes, and his face was a little unnatural.

"I said, let me see!"

Yang Hulie didn't have him, but he just died of his favorite son, and he lost his mind a little, and he began to act a little domineering and arrogant, and he didn't allow anyone to go against his will.

"This ......" showed a little hesitation on his face, the old man's hand holding the letter paper squeezed slightly, the innate true qi in his body secretly bulged, and then walked over without moving, and said respectfully: "Yes, door-"

Yang Hulie just stretched out his hand, ready to take the letter from the deacon elder—

I heard the other party's angry shout, and I saw a palm surrounded by black qi, which continued to enlarge in his eyes!

"Hmm!"

With a muffled sound of pain, Yang Hulie bent down, staggered back while holding the vital point, and the old man had already drawn the long sword at his waist and slashed it at the head of the door master!

Click!

Yang Hulie only had time to turn his body sideways, and the long sword slashed into the flesh and stuck on his right shoulder blade, and when the deacon elder was about to draw his sword and turn back, he couldn't-

One hand grasped the sword body, although the sharp sword blade cut the palm and the blood was dripping, but Yang Hulie seemed to have no pain, and a pair of eyes stared at the old man in front of him with extremely resentment-

"It turned out to be you dog mongrels from Magic Valley......"

He recognized the other party's palm just now, it was clearly the Black Wind Palm of the Blood Refining Sect, and Yang Hulie had encountered it more than once in the past few years. It's just that he never thought that the Blood Refining Sect disciples who had incarnated into the Demon Valley had already sent people to lurk in his sect a long time ago.

"Die!"

A palm full of anger slapped out, and the old man spewed out a long line of blood in the air, flying out sideways and directly knocking down an ancient tree in the yard, stirring up a circle of dust.

The disciples who were shocked outside hurriedly ran in, and the scene in front of them stunned everyone.

Usually on top of their heads, the ordinary and ordinary deacon elders were lying on the ground at this time, and the whole person was folded in half with the center of the waist and eyes, and the back of the head was almost touching the calf.

Obviously, the old man had broken his lumbar vertebrae, and although he could still convulse and make painful sounds, everyone present could see that he was completely ruined, and I was afraid that he might not be able to live.

"Door master, this is ......" The elders in the Heavenly Spear Gate also arrived, and their pupils shrank when they looked at the scene in front of them.

"The people of the Magic Valley!"

After dealing with the injury on his shoulder, Yang Hulie exhaled a breath of turbidity, lowered his head and looked at the palm print on his left chest, the palm print was black, and even the clothes on the side emitted a rancid smell.

"Door Master......" The Great Elder behind him suddenly said faintly, "You can't fight us, surrender......

Yang Hulie was startled, and hurriedly turned around and retreated, casually pulling away the hundred refining steel spear in the hand of a disciple on the side, and staring at them with a shocked expression.

"You, you ......"

The five innate elders, all of whom were filled with a black aura, looked at him with a flat face, while most of the disciples were also frightened and retreated to the sect master's side in a panic, while the faces of those disciples who did not move also changed, from the original expressionless face, to calm and cold.