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Speaking of this, Yan Le raised his head and looked at the sun setting in the sky to the west, without delay, he jumped and jumped off the sea boat, although the sea boat was floating in the air, it was only about twenty meters from the ground.

Yan Le, who fell to the ground, swept his eyes, and had already seen the flying magic weapons of other sects, as well as some monks from hidden sects, stepping on flying swords and flying towards the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, except for the ethereal sect that Yan Le knew, no one from the Xiao family and the Heavenly Wolf Sect came, except for himself, of course.

Unlike the monks flying from the sky, Yan Le could only choose to walk over, although his white hair was particularly conspicuous, almost telling others his identity, but there were very many monks participating in the conference this time, if he summoned the giant sword to fly, not only would it be too ostentatious, but there would definitely be a lot of trouble, and the disciples of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, he would not kill less.

Along the way, although Yan Le walked in a low-key manner, he was still discovered by some monks, if it weren't for the fact that within three days of the opening of the Ying God Conference, the Heavenly Netherworld Sect banned fighting, I am afraid that Yan Le would have fought all the way to the Heavenly Netherworld Sect.

Thinking of the red giant gate he encountered in the mysterious space, Yan Le's brows couldn't help frowning, and he was more cautious in his heart, he walked from the wasteland path all the time, and after a while, he came to the peak of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, and at this time, the sound of a huge rumbling waterfall gradually came to his ears.

Walking along the sound in my ears, I saw a waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain, like a silver dragon, forming a water curtain more than a hundred meters wide, covering the entire gate to the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, and the water flow that smashed down hit the boulder in front of the gate, and it was even more splashing in the sky, and with the water mist rising, it was even more mysterious and abnormal in the Heavenly Netherworld Sect.

At the same time, some monks who flew from afar, controlled the flying magic weapon, and fell to the ground, and when they saw Yan Lehe's conspicuous long silver-white hair on his head, everyone's hearts tightened, and their expressions were surprised, they didn't expect that he would dare to come to the Heavenly Netherworld Sect to participate in the conference, and Yan Le also sensed it and looked back.

As we all know, the monks of the Jindan period of Xiangguo, I don't know the Xiao family, and the other four major sects, other hidden sects, and families, and the head of the sect who came to participate in the conference this time, or the patriarch of the family, because of the relationship of strength, has already taken the lead and flew towards the Tianyin Ming Sect, as for some elders, and disciples, they can only get down in front of the mountain gate of the Tianyin Netherworld Sect and walk in on foot to show respect.

Seeing Yan Le looking at him, an old man snorted coldly, unabashedly the greed and fanaticism in his eyes, looking up and down, he was really curious, what kind of person was he who dared to provoke the existence of the Xiao family, I heard that the other party was still a declining disciple of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, sensing the overflowing breath on his body, this person smiled disdainfully, and secretly mocked the Xiao family in his heart, and was actually yin by a little doll.

As the disciples who had been gathered behind him continued to fall, the old man retracted his gaze, and rushed towards the water curtain with more than a hundred disciples behind him, everyone couldn't help but glance at Yan Le when they passed by, and they all understood in their hearts that this person was the god of killing Yan Le that was rumored by the outside world now, and even the elders of the Xiao family were deflated.

Yan Le, who was squinting, ignored the many gazes that fell on him, just looked at the group of people in front of him, jumped into the water curtain waterfall one by one, and continued to walk towards the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, when the last monk jumped in, Yan Le's expression was calm, and he also jumped in.

It's not that he didn't dare, it was that he didn't know where to go in, so he could only wait outside for a while to see if there were any other disciples to come over, fortunately, it didn't take long, and Yan Le simply followed behind the other party, and they went there, and Yan Le followed there, which made the monk who walked at the end of the line feel uneasy.

Although it is forbidden to fight, Yan Le's title of killing the god is not just a casual come, he can come to the Heavenly Netherworld Sect alone to participate in the conference, this courage is admirable, if he goes crazy and gives himself a moment, he will really die in vain if he dies.

Thinking of this, the monk in front of Yan Le, who was constantly close to him, when the other party frowned and turned around to scold, he saw Yan Le following behind with a cold face, and hurriedly swallowed the words that were about to be scolded, and also squeezed forward, just like that, the long dragon formation at the beginning was already completely chaotic.

Except for the elder who led the team, a large group of monks behind them began to gather together, and those in front kept leaning behind them, afraid of running into the elders, and the monks behind kept squeezing forward, as if there was some fierce beast behind them, chasing them.

The situation behind him, the leader of the team had already found out, and he was a little angry in his heart, but because this was the territory of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, he couldn't come nonsense, so he could only let Yan Le follow behind the team, and he could only blame the disciples for being incompetent and timid, thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, this opportunity to participate in the conference that the master sect exchanged for many immortal cultivation resources was worth it or not.

With the passage of time, everyone had already swept through many palaces, and continued to walk up the steps, when they were getting closer and closer to the largest mountain in the middle, there was a wide platform in front of everyone, and there were already thousands of monks sitting cross-legged on the platform, and with Yan Le's gaze, he could still see the group of monks of Xuanxiao Sect.

Those many monks did not open their eyes because of the arrival of Yan Le's group, after all, the Ying Shen Conference will be opened tomorrow, they want to maintain their strongest state, no matter what kind of opportunity they can get inside, it is an opportunity for them to increase their strength.

And just when Yan Le was looking, two monks, a man and a woman, came from the side of the platform, and when the other party saw Yan Le, the other party's pace also sped up a lot, ignoring the leader and elder who had been looking coldly, Yan Le looked calm, unhurried, and walked towards the two.

"Fellow Daoist, the time to come is just right" Yun Xize said with a smile as he looked at Yan Le, because in his feelings, the aura on Yan Le's body was a little stronger, which made him couldn't help but be taken aback.

Thinking of the previous practice of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect besieging and killing in the Great Wilderness Grassland, Yan Le's face was still as calm as water, and there was no abnormality at all, ignoring Xi Ze's gaze, but looking at the female cultivator in a black power suit beside the other party.

"Are you Qingling?"

"Yes!"

Yan Le was stunned for a moment, retracted his gaze, and frowned, not for anything else, just because of the breath on the other party's body, which made him a little uncomfortable, not only that, this female cultivator who was called Qingling by him not only wore black gloves on her hands and a black veil on her face, but even the leaking eyes couldn't see a trace of white eyes, all of them were black.

After pondering for a while, he pondered, "Do you have a sister?"

"No, there is only one brother" Qingling looked at Yan Le suspiciously.

"What about your brother?"

Qingling didn't know what Yan Le meant, turned his head to look at Yun Xize, and said without any hesitation: "I went to the Heavenly Wolf Sect to participate in the trial, and I haven't come back."

Hearing such an answer, Yan Le clearly knew that this person should be Qingling, after all, he did not explain this matter to Yun Xize, and the sentence he asked just now was also to test whether the other party was lying.

Listening to Qingling's somewhat hoarse voice, Yan Le's divine sense sensed that the other party's cultivation was only in the Qi cultivation period, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, but the expression on his face softened.

Without thinking too much, he took out the storage bag that had been prepared, handed it over, took out another jade pendant, quickly pinched a few magic seals, and said silently in his heart, then pointed his finger on the jade pendant, and handed it to Qingling under Yun Xize's embarrassed look.

"This is what your brother asked me to give to you, and he said that he was most sorry for you"

Hearing this, Qingling's posture paused, thinking of his brother, although he tried his best to stay calm, but those trembling hands were still captured by Yan Le, because Yan Le's cultivation did not reach the Jindan period, he could not transmit sound through his divine sense, so he could only say what he wanted to say and stay in the jade pendant, which also prevented others from peeping, after all, the treasures in the storage bag were very important to the monks who cultivated in the Xuanzhao period.

As Qingling crushed the jade pendant, the words left by Yan Le appeared in his heart: "There is a hundred-year-old silver leaf three flowers in the storage bag, which was entrusted to me by your brother before he died, the person who killed your brother has died, and the promise I have completed, I hope you will not live up to your brother's trust in you."

"Thank you, thank you, I will never forget your great kindness" Qingling finished speaking, and suddenly knelt down, her black pupils were full of gratitude.

And this scene, when some monks saw it, they were all taken aback, and they all looked sideways, not knowing what was happening.

Yan Le ignored the dozen or so glances that were cast, picked up Qingling, and nodded with a complicated expression, for this female cultivator who had just met and had no feelings, he really didn't know what to say, he had already done everything he could, as for how far the other party could go and what he could reciprocate, he had never thought about it.

Fortunately, Yun Xize said at this time: "Okay, Qingling, I still have something to say to Daoyou, you can go down, the Ying God Conference is opened, you have to understand it well"

"Yes, senior brother" Qingling nodded obediently, turned her head and looked at Yan Le deeply, her black eyes were full of determination.

As if thinking of something, Qingling, who was wearing a veil, smiled slightly, and then returned to the place where she had just meditated with Yun Xize, originally she wanted to ask Yan Le's name, but was stopped by Yun Xize's eyes, as an outer disciple with no identity in the sect, Yan Le's silver hair and long hair, what it represented, Qingling didn't know anything at all.

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