A remote valley in the mountains north of the city of Wule.

Cilan Shenjun, that is, Yu Cilan, took more than 30 disciples to take root here. At first, the hardest person was Li Beiyan, Yu Cilan led a group of disciples to look for resources in the mountains, and after accumulating a period of time, he always entrusted Li Beiyan to take these resources to Wule City in exchange for what they wanted. Yu Cilan and Li Beiyan were considered to be the top existences in the Chaos Realm, but now in the Sacred Realm, their cultivation in the early stage of cultivating gods was too ordinary. Therefore, every time Li Beiyan goes to Wule City, it can be said that it is both hard and dangerous.

Fortunately, the situation is gradually improving. There are more and more Chaos Realm cultivators entering the Holy Realm, and these people are willing to stay as long as they encounter Yu Cilan and Li Beiyan, and slowly their stronghold has accumulated to more than a thousand people, and they are gathering more and more. Of course, despite the increasing number of people, the most important aquamarine they obtained was very small.

In the fourth year of their stay, on this day, Li Beiyan brought two people to meet Yu Cilan, these two people were Ge Jie and Lu Benjie of Shuangjie Auction House. The two of them are also in the early stage of cultivation, and they are obviously much better off than Li Beiyan and Yu Cilan.

When they learned that Yuan Zhi fell into the Dead Sea and died, Ge Jie and Lu Benjie immediately looked relieved. In fact, they were all very happy in their hearts, originally they planned to spend a few more days, but when they heard that Yuan Zhi was dead, the two of them said goodbye and left after a few words of greetings with Li Beiyan and Yu Cilan.

and Tingting, although she firmly believes that her brother will not fall, but after all, it is the Dead Sea that everyone talks about, so Tingting was extremely depressed for a while. If you don't pay, you won't get anything, and in normal times, Yu Cilan would have driven a muddled monk like Tingting out of the door. But every time Li Beiyan maintained, Yan Lin and Han Qing pleaded, and Yu Cilan had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Tingting has already cheered up, she misses her very much, as well as Zhang Lingyu and Su Yingxue, although she believes that her brother is definitely not dead, but when they came out of the earth together, she couldn't bear this separation and loneliness. Tingting began to practice desperately, she wanted to become stronger as soon as possible, and then teamed up with Zhang Lingyu and Su Yingxue to find Yuan Zhi.

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The passage of His Excellency Huohuang was crooked, and Yuan Zhi was traveling at least ten days, when there was a sudden whining sound in front of him, and Yuan Zhi rushed over without hesitation. The next moment, Yuan Zhi was already in a storm of sand.

A sea of golden sand?

The wind was raging, and the yellow sand was rolling. Yuan Zhi immediately concluded that he had arrived at the Golden Sand Sea inexplicably. Soon he was relieved and asked the father of the Lan Sect, the founder of the Immortal Tu Nian, the ancestor of the Shadow Clan, both of whom were disciples of Panyu. Speaking of which, it was really a very common thing to have a secret passage from the Fire Huang Pavilion of the Wenlan Sect to the Golden Sand Sea of the Shadow Clan. And Pan Yu hid one end of the opening in the sealing room, which was obviously to give the crazy woman a way out, but unfortunately the crazy woman didn't understand it and was trapped in the cage for countless years in vain.

What Yuan Zhi didn't know was that Tu Lichuan was stubbornly waiting in Huohuang Pavilion at this time. The people who were waiting for the rabbit did not know that the rabbit had already slipped away.

When he left the Shadow Clan, Yuan Zhi once said that he would definitely visit the Shadow Clan again within thirty years. At this time, since you have arrived at the Golden Sand Sea, why not go and meet the Mojiang Patriarch by the way. Today's Yuan Zhihe Divine Perfection Realm, relying on his divine sense alone, can discern the direction and fly over.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhi smelled a smell of blood, which grew stronger as he approached the Shadow Clan camp. Yuan Zhi immediately mentioned the fastest speed.

As soon as the divine sense locked on the Shadow Clan's camp, Yuan Zhi knew that something was wrong, the Shadow Clan's protective array had already been shattered, and in the crazy swirling yellow sand, the figures were full of magic weapons roaring, all of which were one-sided pursuits. Suddenly, Yuan Zhi saw a familiar figure, it was Mo Xiaogong, the son of Mo Dian, a friend of the Shadow Clan.

There were more than seventy people who fled with Mo Xiaogong, and Yuan Zhi knew that Mo Xiaogong and these people belonged to the younger descendants of the Shadow Clan, and their cultivation was too low, and they were chased and surrounded by seven or eight monks, and they were brutally bombarded on the spot.

Yuan Zhi was furious, and was the first to silently hit a monk who was chasing Mo Xiaogong through the long distance. Now the smoke of the cave is silent and powerful, and it passes through more than ten miles away in an instant, and the yellow sand seems to be still, and the upper body of a monk suddenly disappears strangely. Just as his companions were shocked, Yuan Zhi suddenly appeared in front of them.

One of the remaining seven monks is also a consummate cultivator, and the other few are all in the middle stage of the god, which is quite a powerful combination in the holy domain, but after getting closer, Yuan Zhi didn't bother to use the cave smoke silently, but slapped Zigang's hand one after another, as for the magic weapon that the other party bombarded, Yuan Zhi simply ignored it.

The seven villains were shocked, and when they saw Yuan Zhi's cultivation clearly, they all surrounded him, and the cultivator who had cultivated to the highest level of consummation was the first to blast out the magic weapon. Yuan Zhi met him at a faster speed, and Zi Gang's hand slapped it coldly!

The Monk of the Divine Consummation had doubts for a moment, but the moment a drum-shaped magic weapon suddenly appeared to block his magic weapon, he finally understood that the other party did not take him seriously at all.

Boom!

At the same time that the Immortal Drum blocked the magic weapon, Yuan Zhizigang's hand also fell on the other party, and the Divine Consummation Monk immediately exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The next moment, six magic weapons blasted over, and the Immortal Drum quickly blocked three, and the rest of the attacks Yuan Zhi carried with the Zigang shield. And Yuan Zhi didn't stop hitting Zigang's hand for a moment, poof!

From the silent smoke of the hole to the smashing of the seven Divine Monks, it didn't take ten breaths in total.

"You're Uncle Yuan!"

Mo Xiaogong turned back and shouted in surprise, and the other Shadow Clan juniors stopped running away.

"Little Bow, what's going on with ShadowClan?"

Mo Xiaogong suddenly cried in panic, "Uncle Yuan, please go and save my father and the patriarch." ”

"Who is going to kill you, where is your father now?"

"It's the old thief Hong Qian! One day I will tear him alive! Uncle Yuan, when the guard was broken, the patriarch took the clansmen to the ancestral temple, and the old thief Hong Qian also chased after him, Uncle Yuan, please save them. ”

Yuan Zhi quickly took out two bottles of healing pills, "Xiao Gong, for the sake of safety, you should rush to the ancestral temple in the direction I am walking, and I will go first." ”

After speaking, Yuan Zhi had already flown out and disappeared into the vast wind and sand.

When Yuan Zhi rushed to the Shadow Clan's ancestral temple, the scene in front of him was simply miserable.

When Yuan Zhi first arrived at the Shadow Clan more than 20 years ago, the Shadow Clan was so depressed that there were only a few hundred people left, and in just over 20 years, there were more than 10,000 Shadow Clan people who are now surrounded in the ancestral temple. At this time, the ancestral temple was surrounded by the corpses of the mutilated Shadow Clan, and the only fortunate thing was that the ancestral temple of the Shadow Clan people was built with unknown materials, and dozens of Heshen monks attacked at the same time, and it was still as solid as a rock.

Yuan Zhi was the first to see Hong Qian, whose eyebrows were snow-white. Now that Hong Qian's cultivation has soared to the eighth layer of the Transformation God, this must be the reward that Hong Qian Shui Stacked Mountain has received from taking away a part of the Absolute Evil Water. Yuan Zhi was glad that he had solidified the Absolute Evil Water at the fastest speed at that time, otherwise today's Hong Qian would probably have stepped into the Holy Realm. Just like the crazy woman in Huohuang Pavilion, if Hong Qian reached that realm, Yuan Zhi couldn't imagine it.

The remaining more than two hundred elites of the Holy Hades Sect were all dispatched this time, and at this time, they continued to attack the entrance gate of the Shadow Clan's ancestral temple. The gate of the ancestral temple is the only weakness, three or four holy underworld sect monks open the way, and the shadow clan people on the other side of the gate can only step forward to resist, but the difference between the two sides is too great, every time they collide, the shadow clan people in the gate are killed and seriously injured. At least a thousand Shadow Clan monks who were resisting inside the gate had fallen, and the already seriously injured Patriarch Mo Jiang endured the pain, while the Shadow Clan people in the ancestral temple were all desperate to the death.

Hong Qian didn't make a move, he waited indifferently to consume all the Shadow Clan monks. Suddenly, Hong Qian noticed a spatial abnormality, and as soon as he raised his head, two giant scissors appeared in mid-air in turn. Hong Qian was shocked, a scene that was too familiar, and suddenly turned around, he was seeing Yuan Zhi rushing towards him.

Sure enough, it's you! Hong Qian's long white eyebrows trembled violently, and he suddenly moved sideways to avoid the big scissors, and his body turned around again and pounced on Yuan Zhi.

Click!

Yuan Zhi quickly released two thousand blade slashes this time, and two explosions sounded in a row, and at least thirty Saint Hades Sect monks around Hong Qian were cut in two. Seeing Hong Qian rushing over, Yuan Zhi sneered and avoided him, and everywhere he went, Zigang opened his bow left and right, which was simply a one-sided slaughter. When approaching the gate of the ancestral temple, Yuan Zhi first slapped the smoke silently, and then his body rotated in an arc, and Zigang's hand opened the killing ring again, and the front of the ancestral temple was immediately filled with blood mist.

"Die!"

In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty Holy Hades Sect monks were killed and seriously injured, Hong Qian's eyes immediately turned red, only to see him holding the moon in his arms, and the moment his palms were closed, a huge ripple appeared in the space in front of the ancestral temple out of thin air, and it shrank sharply. Yuan Zhi, who was in the center of the ripples, immediately felt that the space around him was like substance, and a powerful force almost imprisoned him. This is Hong Qian's supernatural power, he wants to crush Yuan Zhi.

Yuan Zhi immediately roared angrily, and his body sank as well, and his arms shook suddenly. Hong Qian's cultivation is a whole realm higher than Yuan Zhi's, if Hong Qian wants to use the realm to suppress Yuan Zhi at this time, then Yuan Zhi's arms shake is to compete with Hong Qian with the vast divine yuan.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the earth trembled. Although Hong Qian's feet did not move, his body swayed violently back and forth, and the most shocking thing was his heart, and for a moment Hong Qian even saw darkness in front of him.

Yuan Zhi also didn't take a step back, but the qi and blood surging Yuan Zhi forcibly suppressed it, and the origin purple qi quickly flowed through his body, recovering in the blink of an eye. How shrewd Hong Qian's subordinates were, in an instant they understood that their sect master and Yuan Zhi were inseparable, and for a short time, they rushed towards Yuan Zhi frantically.

Mo Jiang in the ancestral temple was stunned by the changes that appeared outside, he recognized Yuan Zhi at the first time, he couldn't believe that Yuan Zhi had cultivated from the Emperor Realm to the Consummation of the Gods in just over twenty years. But now is not the time to dwell on this, Mo Jiang shouted, kill!

Inside the ancestral temple, the Shadow Clan monks flocked out.

Yuan Zhi recovered one step ahead of Hong Qian, and when the monks of the Holy Hades Sect surrounded him, Yuan Zhi just took advantage of Zigang's hand to sweep, and suddenly a piece of minced meat flew sideways. At this moment, the Shadow Clan monks poured out like a tide, blocking one with ten and one with a hundred, and in the blink of an eye, the Holy Hades Sect monks were divided and surrounded. Yuan Zhi immediately understood the key and quickly faced Hong Qian.

Hong Qian once again sacrificed his black saucer magic weapon, and Yuan Zhi wrapped his fast Zigang hand around him, and for a while the two of them fought into a world of their own. Mo Jiang was overjoyed, the only thing he was afraid of was Hong Qian's crushing cultivation, at this time Yuan Zhi entangled Hong Qian, Mo Jiang's spirit was greatly lifted, and he roared angrily: "Kill! Kill all the thieves of the Holy Hades Sect, avenge the death of the Shadow Clan monk, kill, kill!"