The golden-robed monk walked slowly, the atmosphere was already stagnant, and the battle was about to break out.

At this moment, only a loud bang was heard, the silver mangs burst out, the black clouds were filled, and there were endless blood and light lingering, and the two Jindan real people in mid-air fought hard.

This blow seems to have divided the winner from the loser.

"Young Master Yin, come with me!" A hurried voice came from the ground, and I saw that the yellow-robed Jindan monk was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his face was extremely pale, and he was speeding towards the place where the gold-robed monk was standing.

Before the others arrived, he raised his hand and waved, and a huge silver hand appeared at the feet of the golden-robed monk.

The silver giant hand held up the golden-robed monk, and in an instant, he flew into the air with the yellow-robed golden-robed monk, and was about to disappear into the sky.

If you want to leave, how can it be so easy, if you don't leave a storage bag, even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't get out of the palm of a real person's hand. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of the short and fat black-robed Jin Dan Zhenren's mouth, and he shook the evil blood-colored long knife in his left hand, ignoring the three black-robed monks who stayed in place, and also raised his feet and flew into the air, chasing after him closely.

If Guo Xu must have exclaimed here, the blood-colored long knife with evil intent was very similar to the blood drinking knife in his hand, but the bloody qi contained in it was less than half of the blood drinking knife.

But even so, this blood-colored long knife still played a miraculous effect, and it played a decisive role in the battle of Shicai.

The yellow-clothed Jindan monk is on par with the black-robed Jindan fight, and the black banner and the silver ruler are both middle-level magic weapons, and no one can help anyone.

If this continues, the two of them are afraid that they will not be able to tell the winner for half a day, but at this moment, the black-robed Jindan monk suddenly used this blood-colored long knife, and with one slash, he broke through the heavy protection of the yellow-robed monk, so that the bloody qi entered the body, and the injury was not light.

The yellow-clothed monk was injured, and the other party was strong and strong, so for the sake of insurance, he didn't want to entangle more, so he hurriedly fled with the gold-clothed monk.

This golden-robed foundation building monk is Wang Yin, who is going to the appointment, and the yellow-robed Jindan monk in mid-air is his protector Wang Shuhe.

Wang Yin and the others wanted to go to Qingyang Valley to meet Mu Qinghan, but when they arrived at their destination, they were suddenly stopped by several black-clothed monks who appeared, and a scuffle broke out inexplicably.

In fact, not only Wang Yin and the others were confused, but these black-clothed friars also found the wrong target, mistaking Wang Yin for the yellow-clothed friars who stole treasures.

As everyone knows, the real yellow-clothed monk has already broken into the Qingyang Valley Great Array, and died in the hands of Guo Xu and the others.

Less than a thousand miles away from Qingxu City, there is a vast mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, covered by clouds and fog, and during this mountain range, there is one of the most majestic peaks, which is Ziyang Peak.

If you stand on this peak during the day and look into the distance, a purple sun seems to be within reach.

The red sun is shining with golden light, but when you look at it here, you can see a round of purple sun!

It is from this that the Purple Yang Sect got its name.

At this moment, in an unusually atmospheric and simple cave house arranged near the peak of Ziyang Peak, a monk dressed in a purple Taoist robe with crane hair and a childish face was meditating with his eyes closed and his knees crossed.

Suddenly, the crane-haired monk's eyes suddenly opened, like two cold lightning, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was shocked with a touch of sadness that could not be concealed.

Just when his heart trembled, as if something important had happened to him, his divine sense swept away, and he found that in the secret room where the disciple's soul lamp was placed, a soul lamp was extinguished.

This soul lamp is his most beloved disciple, and it is also the soul lamp of Ou Zhen, his true disciple who has the greatest hope and will inherit his mantle in the future.

At this moment, the soul lamp went out, which meant that Ou Zhen had fallen.

"Zhenjun, it's a big deal, it's a big deal, the soul lamp that enshrines Zhen Gongzi in the secret room suddenly went out...... The ......" Just as the Crane-haired Monk was in a state of grief, a boy dressed in a yellow robe with a wooden hairpin combed on his head stumbled in.

This boy is the alchemy boy of the Crane Hair Monk, and he is also responsible for taking care of his daily life, which is regarded as his close person.

"Zhenjun, Ou Gongzi went out to practice this time, performed the task, and it will be a few days before he comes back, but this soul lamp ......" The boy looked frightened, and his voice trembled faintly.

"Alright, don't say any more!" the Crane-haired Monk waved his sleeves and motioned for the boy to stop, his originally seemingly kind face was now extremely cold.

After a long time, he spoke: "Mu Tong, pass my Ziyun Order down and tell the Qingxu City Lord that my beloved disciple Ou Zhen unfortunately fell on a mission to the sect, and the location is about one or two hundred miles northwest of Qingxu City. ”

"With him moving quickly, Zhen'er's and his relics were sent back to the sect intact, and at the same time he made every effort to arrest the murderer, no matter who the murderer was, I will arrest him back, I want to see people alive, and I want to see corpses when I die!"

"If he does this well, then I will give him a medium-grade baby pill, if he can't do it, then his days as a city lord will come to an end. ”

"Yes!" Mu Tong bowed and retreated, and in less than a moment, a silver light rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

In the center of Qingxu City, there is a most magnificent courtyard, which is the City Lord's Mansion.

Qingxu City is a crucial gateway to the Ziyang Sect, and the Qingxu City Lord is also the person in charge of the internal and external communication between the Ziyang Sect and the major sects on behalf of the Ziyang Sect, and his power is monstrous and his position is very important.

At this moment, in an unusually simple and elegant hall in the City Lord's Mansion, there were three majestic figures sitting cross-legged opposite each other.

The main hall is unusually tall and wide, except for a Danding that lingers with green smoke, three futons, there is nothing else, and it is even more empty.

But the three figures sitting cross-legged not only did not seem small, but they made people feel extremely tall and majestic, these three people were all Jindan real people, and their cultivation was not low.

One of these three people is in the middle, dressed in a pale yellow robe, with a face like a heavy jujube, and his expression is not angry and arrogant, he is Li Wuwei, the lord of Qingxu City.

On his left hand sat a middle-aged monk dressed in a cyan robe, with a face like a crown of jade, and a few long beards under his chin.

On Li Wuwei's right hand side sat cross-legged a female cultivator dressed in a red robe, with a face like a peach blossom, a bewitching figure, and an extremely angry woman, who was also a guest elder in Qingxu City, named Hongluan.

The three of them didn't know what they were talking about, so even Li Wuwei, who had always been serious, was smiling, and Hongluan was even more smiling, and the pair of high bulges on his chest couldn't stop rising and falling.

Suddenly, an unusually brilliant white streamer, ignoring the prohibition of the main hall, flashed in through the door of the hall.

Li Wuwei's face was surprised, and he raised his hand to take it.

This white streamer he naturally knew that it was a thousand-mile transmission talisman used to convey a hundred thousand urgent things in the Ziyang Sect, this kind of teleportation talisman can be instantaneous and thousands of miles, and only the Yuanying True Monarch in the faction can refine it.

It's just that even if this thousand-mile transmission talisman is refined by Yuanying Zhenjun, it is not easy, but it is to seal a Yuanying Zhenjun's perception of the way of space, which is not conducive to cultivation, so this kind of talisman is not rare.

But now, there was such a talisman that came over, which made him feel surprised and a little uneasy in his heart.

"City Lord, what did this Fu Nei say, why is your face so ugly. But it was Cheng Bufan who spoke.

"Yes, city lord, there must be something important, you see you are sweating on your forehead. Hongluan also opened his mouth to joke, and seeing that Li Wuwei was still silent, he continued to tease: "Tut-tut, the city lord, you are usually majestic, what can bluff our wise and martial city lord." ”

"Well, just look at it. Li Wuwei looked bitter, raised his hand and waved, and the jade slip was in Cheng Bufan's hands.

"This ...... How is this possible?Ou Zhen, the junior disciple of the Purple Light True Monarch, actually fell near Qingxu City!" Cheng Bufan's originally indifferent face was already full of shock at this moment.

"What did you say?" Hongluan couldn't wait, and with a move of her hand, the jade slip was in her hand.

After a long time, Hongluan said unusually worriedly: "The city lord's task is a hot potato, you can only succeed, not fail!"

Cheng Bufan stroked the long beard on his chin and said: "Yes, that Ou Zhen is one of the famous "Jiuyang" among the disciples of this generation, and he is a true disciple of the sect who is extremely optimistic and fully cultivated. ”

"Besides, he is still the most beloved disciple of the Purple Light True Monarch, with the temperament of the Purple Light True Monarch, if this matter is messed up, my position as the city lord is in danger!"

Li Wuwei didn't say anything when he heard this, but his face became even heavier, and he suddenly stood up, staring at the two of them with burning eyes: "Two fellow Daoists, the matter has come to this point, and it will be in vain to add to the troubles if you want more." ”

"The only way to do this now is to go all out and arrest the thief who killed Ou Gongzi back to the sect, so as to comfort Ou Gongzi's spirit in the sky!"

A moment later, a burst of yellow light rose from the Qingxu City City Lord's Mansion to the sky, and an inexplicable ferocious aura rose up.

Li Wuwei's three Jindan real people all dispatched, took the most elite armor and martial arts department of the City Lord's Mansion, took dozens of spirit boats, and set off from Qingxu City in a mighty way, heading straight for Qingyang Valley.

The three Jindan real people led the war department to the battle, and the momentum was so vast that it swept through the entire Qingxu City in an instant.

The monks in Qingxu City all looked sideways, and they all wondered in their hearts what was going on. And some monks who seemed to have a heart saw these dozens of golden spirit boats passing through the city, and when they raised their hands, a jade slip was issued, and suddenly the entire Qingxu City silver streamer flew all over the sky.

It's just that Guo Xu, Mu Qinghan and others don't know all this, they don't know that an ordinary gambling fight will cause so many variables, not only involving the mysterious corpse evil sect.

I didn't expect that the yellow-robed monk who was killed by mistake would have such a big background, and even three Jindan monks led the elite war department to rush towards Qingyang Valley.

At this time, they were still inseparable from the black-robed Jindan monk of the Corpse Demon Sect.