The reason why Xiang Qi killed the black-faced demon cultivator so easily was also to blame this person's bad luck, before, this person had been fighting with the Bai family monk for a long time, and almost exhausted his mana, and in a panic, he didn't sacrifice a protective shield, so he was killed on the spot by Xiang Qi's sword piercing the heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next, after Xiang Qi picked up the storage bag on the black-faced demon cultivator's waist, he also threw out a fireball, turning his body into ashes.

Seeing Xiang Qi show his might and kill this demon cultivator in an instant, the Bai family monk's face rose with a complicated color, and he was also more wary of Xiang Qi in his heart.

However, after all, it was this person who saved himself, and his strength was far superior to his own, so he naturally escaped together and greeted Xiang Qifei with a smile.

"Bai Zhanteng, a monk of the Bai family in Lintian City, thank you for saving your life, please accept the next bow!"

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Bai from Lintian City, in the Lower Illusion Sword Sect Xiang Qi, Senior Brother Bai doesn't have to be polite, it's just a gesture. Xiang Qi also bowed his hand politely at the Bai family monk, and said in a loud voice.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Xiang of the Phantom Sword Sect, Bai is really disrespectful!" the Bai family monk arched his hand at Xiang Qi again, and said with a sincere look on his face.

"I wonder if Senior Brother Bai can know how far this place is from Xieyun City?" Xiang Qi symbolically arched his hand at the Bai family monk, and then changed his words and asked.

"Senior Brother Xiang is rushing to Xieyun City? It's a coincidence, I'm also about to rush to Xieyun City, how about we go on the road together?" Bai Zhanteng said with even more surprise on his face.

This place is still two or three hundred miles away from Xieyun City, and having such a strong person to accompany you will save a lot of trouble and be much safer.

"It's not safe here, how about we talk while we are in a hurry?" Xiang Qi groaned for a moment, then nodded, and then he said in an inquiring tone as if he had thought of something.

"How did I forget this, it's really careless, let's talk while walking!" Bai Zhanteng patted his head, and after his face showed a hint of surprise, he said with a smile.

After speaking, the two of them also fled together and fled towards the southwest direction where Xieyun City was located.

This Bai Zhanteng seems to be very talkative, maybe the rest of his life after the catastrophe makes him quite emotional, he first said that life is short for a while, cherish the present and other words, and then, without Xiang Qi asking, took the initiative to say the reason why he was besieged and killed by the Demon Dao monk.

It turned out that Bai Zhanteng, as a member of the Bai family monks, was at war between the two realms, and he, like Xiang Qi, was also recruited to the front line. Their Bai family rate belonged to the Tongtian faction, and he also came to Xieyun City.

A few days ago, he led a team of more than a dozen people to blow up a secret spiritual mine five hundred miles east of Xieyun City, and on the way back, he happened to meet these two demon cultivators of the Tiancong Sect, and the other monks who traveled with him died in battle, and while he sent a distress signal, he also inspired some kind of secret technique to escape temporarily, but fled to the place where he met Xiang Qi, and was caught up by these two demon cultivators, and the battle began.

As for the reinforcements in Bai Zhanteng's mouth, after Xiang Qi and Bai Zhanteng flew out dozens of miles together, they also met each other. When Xiang Qi saw these five reinforcements with uneven cultivation, he was stunned for a long time, and then showed a wry smile on his face, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart: These people have only the highest cultivation level of Qi refining at the seventh or eighth level, what kind of reinforcements are these, it is simply a drag, fortunately, these people did not arrive, otherwise it would be a small matter to become cannon fodder, and it would be troublesome to become a drag.

Isn't it a big joke that the rescuer needs to be rescued by the rescued?

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Thousands of miles away, the summit of the mountain is covered with a layer of black snowflakes even in the hot summer, which is also the origin of its name. And under the thick black snow, there is a well-known spiritual vein in the Dongzhou Continent, and it is for this reason that the Tiancong Sect, the great sect of the Demon Dao of the Yue Kingdom, also built the sect here.

At this moment, in a golden hall in Wuxueling, a silver-haired old man in a purple robe stood in the middle of the hall, only to see his face calm, his eyes slightly closed, and a pair of gray sword eyebrows deeply inserted into his sideburns, exuding a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

The next moment, a black-robed Tiancong Sect monk entered the hall with a panicked expression, "plopped", knelt on the ground, and bowed very respectfully to the old man with sword eyebrows.

"It's the left hall master of the Soul Palace, what's the matter with such a fluster? The old man's eyelids suddenly jumped a few times, but he didn't open his eyes, but said slowly.

"Sect Master, something has happened to the young master!" The monk surnamed Zuo raised his head tremblingly, but he didn't stand up, he glanced at the old man with sword eyebrows tremblingly, and said in a deep voice.

"What! Something happened to Quan'er?" Hearing the words of the monk surnamed Zuo, the old man with sword eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that his eyes were like knives, and his whole body rose to the sky, and his hands grabbed the collar of the monk surnamed Zuo, and lifted it up forcefully, and the monk surnamed Zuo was also lifted into the air, only to hear him angrily and angrily say loudly.

"Sect Master, spare your life!" The monk surnamed Zuo was held in his hand by the old man with sword eyebrows, his face was pale with horror, and he only listened to the middle of his trembling teeth and squeezed out these words.

"Tell me quickly, what's going on!" the old man with sword eyebrows snorted angrily, grabbed the hands of the monk surnamed Zuo and sent them forward, and shouted loudly.

"Just now, the disciple who guarded the soul of life reported to me that the young master's soul lamp was suddenly extinguished, and after I confirmed that it was correct, I immediately hurried to report the matter to you, the sect master......" The monk surnamed Zuo Lulu rolled on the ground a few times, and then knelt up straight, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he said in a coherent manner.

"A few months ago, Quan'er was still in retreat, but today, how could something suddenly happen! You go to the Deacon's Hall quickly and call the Lord of the Shen Hall to me!" Although the old man with Jian Mei had already expected this, when he heard the monk surnamed Zuo say this in person, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and the tears rolled in his eyes several times, but they still did not fall. After all, immortal cultivators have a much lighter view of their heirs and lineage than mortals.

"My men are going!" When the monk surnamed Zuo heard the words of the old man with Jianmei, he kowtowed like a hen pecking rice, and hurriedly withdrew from the main hall.

"Who killed Quan'er, I must find out this person and let him pay for it with blood!" The old man with sword eyebrows looked at the back of the monk surnamed Zuo who was gradually moving away, and the fierce color in his eyes gradually increased, and he muttered to himself.

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