The disciples of Shangqingguan and Fengzeguan who poured in one after another from the Youning Passage looked at Ning Chen smashing Du Ziran to death in the rock crevice, and couldn't help but change their expressions one by one, their faces were pale, and they only felt that their scalps were fried, and their backs were cold.

Killing Du Ziran, who used to wag his tail and beg for mercy at Shangqingguan, in such a cruel way, it was the first time they had seen each other in their lives.

Especially looking at Ning Chen holding a big wooden stick stained with meat sauce, aiming at them little by little, whether it was Shangqing Guan or Fengze Guan disciples, they couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and the fear in their eyes was fully revealed.

"You ...... Dare to stop me?" Ning Chen looked at the more than 100 monks from Shangqingguan and Fengzeguan in front of him, and said word by word.

As Ning Chen's words as cold as a demon reached the ears of the Shangqingguan disciples, the Shangqingguan disciples only felt a chill in their hearts.

That's right, when they came, they were ordered to hunt down and kill the second aunt in addition to looking for the magic weapon, but looking at the second aunt's bloody wooden stick, as well as the golden giant sword floating behind him and the brutal Shura punishment, who dared to step forward easily?

After all, these disciples of Shangqing Guan and Fengze Guan are not Tianjiao, at most, they only have the cultivation of the seventh or eighth layer of condensation, and in the face of the second aunt who is already holding a divine weapon at the tenth level of condensation, going up is equivalent to sending them to death, and it is a tragic death.

In particular, they found that this second aunt was not only greedy, but also cruel, and how many people could have this kind of killing?

Seeing that no one of the disciples of Shangqingguan and Fengzeguan dared to step forward anymore, Ning Chen didn't say a word, and coldly glanced at the direction in which Ning Gui disappeared, his figure flashed, and he chased and killed all the way.

The white fat man looked at Du Ziran's mud-like body. I couldn't help but sigh. But I still endured all kinds of discomfort in my stomach. Stretched out his hand and quickly took out Du Ziran's storage bag, then twisted his big butt and chased in the direction of Ning Chen.

He and Er Hong are not stupid, at this point, all the monks hate them to the bone, if there is no protection from the second aunt, it will be miserable.

At the same time, it is located on the high platform of Nam Yue City. Wuxian Dao watched the second aunt step on the corpse of the monk of Shangqing Guan, and strode into the Youning passage, her face was already blue, and she almost lost her breath.

Just in this battle, Shangqingguan lost more than 500 disciples in his hands, and Shangqingguan couldn't withstand such a toss.

Counting back and forth, there are almost two thousand monks in Shangqingguan who were tossed to death by the second aunt, which is almost equivalent to the number of half of the Demon Spirit Sect.

Similarly, it also greatly weakened the strength of Shangqingguan in the Yinbei Ruins.

"Great Elder Without a Trace, Senior Sister Han Yunshan asks to see you. ”

At the right time. A disciple in a purple robe suddenly came to the side of the Traceless Daoist and glanced at the Traceless Daoist's face. He lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing the Traceless Daoist.

On the other hand, when the Traceless Daoist heard the name Han Yunshan, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and an imperceptible brilliance suddenly flashed in his gloomy eyes.

"Hurry up, please. The Traceless Daoist hurriedly got up, trying to make his expression as calm as possible.

After a while, looking at the high platform, a woman dressed in a bright yellow dragon pattern robe walked up slowly, quite tall, fair-skinned, and looked graceful, but her expression was extremely cold and proud, giving people a sense of superiority all the time.

It's not surprising that he can wear the Ming Yellow Dragon pattern robe and become a disciple of the Lingqiu Sect, which one is not the peerless Tianjiao of the past?

In the eyes of ordinary people, Ning Gui is the first day of the Lingqiu Kingdom, and his martial arts are extraordinary, but in the eyes of the Lingqiu Sect, Ning Gui is just a very good immortal seedling, which is rare in a hundred years, nothing more.

"Disciple Han Yunshan paid a visit to Uncle Wuji. Han Yunshan came to the front of the Traceless Daoist, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.

This Han Yunshan was born in Shangqingguan, although he is now a disciple of the Lingqiu Sect, he still thinks about Shangqingguan everywhere and represents the interests of Shangqingguan, which is why the three views are desperately sending disciples to the Lingqiu Sect.

In the Lingqiu Sect, the more disciples who are born in a certain view, the more they will naturally have the right to speak in the Lingqiu Sect and even the Lingqiu Country, and the greater the power will naturally be.

Of course, if you want to join the Lingqiu Sect, it is by no means easy, and you must go through an extremely harsh palace test.

The palace examination will only be held once every three years, and every time it is a gathering of Tianjiao, and in this vast Tianjiao, only the champion is qualified to join, and the difficulty is self-evident.

"Shan'er doesn't have to be polite, you can come here in person to help your mother, and the old man will rest assured. The Traceless Daoist changed his gloomy and cold just now, and said with a faint smile, and his words were much more polite than those of ordinary Shangqingguan disciples.

"Before, I heard Master Guan say that there was a guy named Second Aunt who had killed a thousand of my disciples who had gone to the Qing Temple, so I came to take a look and dared to bully me to go to the Qing Temple, and I was not small. Han Yunshan opened her mouth to speak, and a touch of coldness flashed on her handsome face.

"Now it's not just a thousand Shangqingguan disciples? Just now, that hateful second aunt killed hundreds of my Shangqingguan disciples and entered the inner realm of the Yinbei Ruins. Speaking of this, the face of the Traceless Daoist had already turned iron-blue, and he was itching with hatred, and his eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the emerald grassland.

Now that the Youning Passage has entered 10,000 monks, the glass prohibition at the passage has been condensed again, and if you want to enter again, you can only wait until half a month later for the Youning Passage to open again.

"Uncle Shi doesn't have to hate, let alone worry, after half a month, the disciple will personally enter the inner domain of the Yinbei Ruins and kill the so-called second aunt. Han Yunshan said lightly, without putting the second aunt in her eyes at all.

This is understandable, you must know that Han Yunshan's talent is not much worse than Ning Gui's, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the tenth layer of condensation, as long as he takes the foundation building pill, he can build the foundation immediately.

And in her hand, she also holds the divine weapon given to her by the lord of the country himself-the Divine Bone Flower Basket.

Hearing such words, the face of the Traceless Daoist looked a little better: "Shan'er can go out in person, there is nothing better than this." ”

Just as the Traceless Daoist was talking to Han Yunshan, another Shangqingguan disciple came to the Traceless Daoist and said in a low voice: "Great Elder, I just got the news that Du Ziran of the Demon Spirit Sect was killed by the second aunt. ”

"Death is death. When the Wuji Daoist heard such words, his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had died of a dog, and then he talked with Han Yunshan with an enthusiastic face, and also gave Han Yunshan many benefits, as if he was a pearl in his palm.

At the same time, Ning Chen, who was in the Xuanwu Plain, didn't care about Han Yunshan at all, but followed Ning Gui's footsteps and pursued frantically.

Half an hour passed, when Ning Chen came to the end of the Xuanwu Plain with Erhong and the white fat man, the expression on Ning Chen's face changed slightly, and he saw that in front of him, it was a mountain peak with heavy mountains and mountains, and the strange mist was swirling, and it was difficult for people to see the scene in the distance.

Ning Gui's figure was completely gone.

"Damn. ”

Ning Chen couldn't help but let out such a low groan, his fists clenched slightly, his heart was unwilling, he looked left and right, the mountains and forests were dense, and it was difficult to find Ning Gui's trace. (To be continued.) )