"Qingling?" Yun Xize said, looked at Yan Le and nodded, and then began to think in his mind.

"If Yun Daoyou sees it, help find it, when the Ying God Conference begins, I will go to look for you, I have this matter in my heart" Speaking of this, Yan Le sighed secretly: "I also went to my original promise"

"Okay, this matter is on me, a month later, today, the Ying Shen Conference will be opened, during which there will be many monks exchanging treasures and medicinal materials with each other, which may be helpful to you, and you will have to rush back to the sect in the next day, and wait for Song... Oh, when Daoist friends come to my Heavenly Netherworld Sect, I will definitely invite you to drink, let's say goodbye."

After Yun Xize finished speaking, he smiled heartily, hugged his fists again, nodded, and then walked away with the four people behind him.

With a calm expression, he looked at Yun Xize's back as he flew farther and farther away, secretly admitted this person's feelings, and then set off for Baicheng, you must know that he is now like a moving treasure trove, not only has the meteorite gold for refining the innate magic weapon, but also has a weapon that surpasses the innate magic weapon, Yun Xize can do this, which also proves that he is a person who has clear grievances and knows right from wrong.

Baicheng is a trade-based town with a large population, and the purpose of Yan Le's trip is to destroy the Xiao family's forces here, he still remembers that he was brought here by the Xiao family and humiliated repeatedly, every time he thought of this, Yan Le's expression became colder and colder, as if it happened yesterday.

As night fell, in a tall attic, stood a young man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, with the lively night scene of the town, and the constant flow of mortals, this person looked out of place, and when the starry night sky flashed behind the young man, accompanied by a full moon slowly hidden by a dark cloud, this person suddenly opened his cold eyes.

"It's almost time"

Yan Le saw that the deserted street was empty, and hurriedly stood up, and after two days of driving, he had already arrived in Baicheng, because Baicheng was inhabited by many mortals, and he could only act until night.

And now in Yan Le's sight, there is a huge mansion, that small attic, constantly surrounding the mansion, a team of three, with lanterns, also constantly patrolling at night, protecting the more noble people in the mansion, and there are also some Xiao family disciples living here.

The place where he was chained to the pillar like a dog was also the golden attic in the middle of the mansion, and what Yan Le did in his heart was to slaughter the people in the entire mansion, whether it was a mortal or a monk, as long as it was the death of the Xiao family.

Yan Le exhaled deeply, remembering the miserable appearance of his village being slaughtered, his expression slowly became cold, his body moved, it was so simple, direct and rude, jumping out of the mansion, jumping, the stone slab under his feet, because of the momentum, stepped out of a huge crack, and this sound also alarmed the people patrolling nearby.

"Who, you have eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, don't you know that this is the territory of the Xiao family?" Seeing that it was just a young man, thinking that there were two people behind him, the person who patrolled at night shouted loudly, not only to be brave for himself, but also to inform the people patrolling nearby.

Yan Le sneered, then raised his head, the coldness in his eyes was captured by the three of them in a blink of an eye, and a chilling coldness quickly spread, and with the momentum emanating from his body, it made them feel like they were naked and trembling in the ice and snow.

They even had a feeling that under the indifferent eyes of that young man, their whole body strength disappeared in an instant, and they didn't even have the courage to fight and resist, as Yan Le's momentum climbed to the limit, the three of them spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to their knees on the ground, their hands and feet trembling constantly.

Looking at the three foundation building period monks in front of him coldly, Yan Le just walked past them, almost as Yan Le had walked out of the distance of ten meters, the heads of the three people behind him suddenly burst, and a pool of white viscous blood splattered all around.

With a series of numerous footsteps, Yan Le turned his head to look at the dozen or so Xiao family disciples who ran from the corner of the attic, and his heart moved, and the heads of several people also exploded instantly at this moment, this kind of unilateral killing, looking at the few Xiao family disciples who had just come to support, his face turned pale in an instant.

"You... Who are you, and are you not afraid of God's wrath?"

Yan Le glanced at the man expressionlessly, then stretched out his arm and grabbed it with his palm, and the disciple of the Xiao family, who had just shouted loudly, just floated up and flew quickly to Yan Le's hand.

Grabbing this person's neck, Yan Le said coldly: "Your Xiao family killed my parents and slaughtered my whole village, how could you ever have thought about today" After speaking, Yan Le's palm twisted hard, and a sound of broken bones came from the person's neck.

Yan Le threw it casually, his eyes looked at the other two Xiao family disciples who were already soaked in the lower body, his mind moved, and his divine sense directly hit it, and with a bang, the heads of the two of them burst instantly.

At this time, all the attics in the mansion have been lit up, and it is obvious that someone has invaded, and this kind of thing has happened before, but in the end, they were besieged by the disciples of the Xiao family and ended up with a tragic death, and today this happened again, and someone has already notified the people in the attic in the middle of the mansion.

Along the way, when they met the monks of the Xiao family, almost all of them died by an explosion of their heads, and some of the people who were ready to step forward also retreated again and again, whenever Yan Le took a step forward, they took a few steps back from a distance, and when they had already retreated to the attic in the middle of the mansion, they suddenly rushed out of the attic more than a hundred meters of monks, and there was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Looking at the more than two hundred Xiao family disciples in front of him, Yan Le sneered.

"You have killed so many of us, the head of the family will never let you go"

The middle-aged monk shouted, looking at the many disciples whose heads exploded in the distance, with his foundation building period cultivation, he couldn't help but shiver at this moment, especially seeing this person's eyes, so that the clothes behind his back were soaked in cold sweat, and that trace of chill continued to emerge from the bottom of his heart, as if he had turned around in the ghost gate.

Yan Le glanced at this person indifferently, remembering the laughing gesture of Xiao Li of the Xiao family who killed his parents at that time, and a trace of unbearable emotion had just risen in his heart, which had disappeared at this moment, replaced by anger, anger.

"Haha, your master, do you really think that your Xiao family can't cover the sky, and there are still few people who die in the hands of your Xiao family, I killed you, just to let you go to atone for your sins and repent to the souls who died tragically at your hands"

After speaking, feeling a heavy sense of exhaustion in his mind, Yan Le hurriedly stopped and continued to attack with his divine sense, and then condensed the wind blade small sword with both hands, and rushed straight towards the many Xiao family disciples in front of him, frightening many Xiao family disciples who kept retreating, and even some disciples sat directly on the ground.

Divine consciousness collides with this invisible means of killing people, although it is as simple as killing people with inferior soul power to their own souls, but divine consciousness is divine consciousness after all, and when condensing a little bit and impacting the minds of others, they will continue to consume, if they keep using it, it will cause the giver to lose energy and weaken the body, and at worst it will lead to paralysis of the whole body and permanent sleep, like a living dead.

Yan Le rushed in front of him and killed more than twenty disciples of the Xiao family who were already scared stupidly, and the others around him came to their senses, and hurriedly suppressed the fear in their hearts one by one, and rushed forward, knowing that sooner or later they would be slaughtered by young monks like killing gods, and sooner or later they would all die, so it was better to fight.

In the middle of this, several more disciples died, and the remaining many people shouted again and again, and they all took out their weapons from the storage bags and rushed up.

Yan Le quickly flipped backwards, dodging a blow from the two, and as he landed, he kicked his feet hard, and rushed forward quickly, almost instantly in front of the two of them, under the frightened look of the other party, he calmly inserted the wind blade sword on both hands into the other party's body, quickly let go of the wind blade sword, his hand formed a palm, and quickly hit the two of them, the huge palm force, the two people who pushed knocked down dozens of people behind them.

"Burst"

Yan Le thought silently in his heart, ignoring the dozens of people who were swallowed up by the fire of the Wind Blade Sword, and continued to condense the Wind Blade Sword, and hit the dozen or so people who rushed in the distance, the small sword like throwing darts almost penetrated the monk's body, and continued to shoot at the monk who rushed up behind, piercing several people one after another, Yan Le then urged the Wind Blade Sword to explode.

Within ten breaths of more than two hundred monks, there were only a dozen people left, and which middle-aged monk with a pale face, when a monk who rushed up again was penetrated by the wind blade small sword in Yan Le's hand, all the remaining Xiao family disciples retreated in horror.

Yan Le sneered and slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly bulged, he could clearly feel that his divine consciousness was hit by a tyrannical energy, there was no place for resistance, and in an instant, his mind was shattered, and as soon as the fear in his eyes appeared, it was immediately shattered, and his body slowly softened, and with the muffled sound, the middle-aged monk and the remaining dozen or so Xiao family disciples were all spared, and all their heads burst open at this moment.

Yan Le opened his eyes, there was a tingling sensation in his heart, which made his face a little pale, and after smelling the strong smell of blood, Yan Le let out a long breath, and then his body shook, and the person had disappeared.

"What! All 891 people died, what are you going to eat?"

In the splendid hall, a burly middle-aged man angrily smashed the chair in front of him, and the momentum that overflowed from his body at this moment frightened the young monk who had been lying on the ground trembling.

"The small one is just cultivating in the foundation building period, and although that person is only the breath of the Jindan period, he is slaughtering the disciples of my clan, and he is using his divine consciousness to impact, I know that I am not an opponent, so I came to inform the family master overnight"

Xiao He snorted coldly, his body suddenly moved, and almost before the young man could react, his head had been smashed: "Waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death, what's the use of leaving you" After speaking, Xiao He's arm shook, and the blood stains on his hands and clothes dissipated one after another.

"Father, I think this matter is a little strange"

Looking at Xiao Li who came from the apse, Xiao He said calmly: "Li'er, you continue"

Xiao Li nodded respectfully: "That's the kind of father, our forces in Baicheng have a total of six hundred and forty-four foundation building monks, two hundred and forty-six mortals who don't have any cultivation, and one director of the foundation building period cultivation, according to this waste, that person used the impact of divine consciousness to kill people, but I'm sure that person will definitely not be an existence above the Jindan stage cultivation."

Saying that, Xiao Li looked at Xiao He and nodded with satisfaction, smiled slightly, and continued: "There are three reasons, first, that person must have an enmity with our Xiao family, otherwise he would not kill mortals, second, if that person has the strength, he will not kill some people with such a low cultivation to get angry, but will find them, and third, that person must have treasures in divine sense, or exercises, and the grade will not be too bad."

Xiao He nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the analysis is very correct, I am going to send Elder Wu to this matter."

"Father, I'll go, catch him when the time comes, I have the means to get all the secrets of that person" Xiao Li finished speaking, looking at the outside of the hall with a gloomy expression, as if he could see the figure sitting in the cave thousands of miles away, if Yan Le was present, he would definitely be surprised, this Xiao Li guessed that it was not far from ten, and before he saw Yan Le, he had already guessed that Yan Le had treasures that increased his divine sense, such a keen insight was really not something that ordinary people could have.