After Yuwen Feixiang secretly returned to Middle-earth from Beihai, he did not return to the Yuwen family, but went to the southern region of Middle-earth.

As a strong contender for the future head of the Yuwen family, he was well aware of the consequences of the death of the two Pure Yang of the family in Beihai because of his strong assertions.

Those in the family who oppose his succession to the throne of the head of the family and other competitors will inevitably use this as an excuse to retaliate against him, and in order to overthrow his position as heir and eliminate hidden dangers, it may not be impossible to put him to death even if he takes the opportunity.

The fall of the two Pure Yang Cultivators is a great sin that shakes the foundation of the family!

Yuwen Feixiang knew that he no longer had the possibility of competing for the head of the family, but he still wanted to fight, not for the head of the family but for the status, the status in the family, and not to be regarded as an outcast!

Therefore, he had to hide himself and wait until he had survived the third thunder tribulation and achieved Pure Yang before returning to the family, so that he would not be liquidated!

The Yuwen family has been burdened with a mysterious mission since the opening of the sky, this mission makes the Yuwen family easily become the first family second only to the six holy lands, but it also makes the monks of the Yuwen family for generations unable to achieve the true spirit, and the pure yang monk is the top combat power of the family, as long as Yuwen Feixiang can achieve pure yang, he is confident that no one in the entire Yuwen family will be his opponent.

It's a pity, it's a pity!

I was almost able to break the True Spirit Sect, the hateful Lu Tianping, if it weren't for this person's calculation, how could the two Pure Yang uncles fall into Beihai, how could my Yuwen Feixiang fall to this step of the field, all this is that Lu Tianping, my Yuwen Feixiang will never die with you and the True Spirit Sect in my lifetime!

Yuwen flew away in a mountain range in the southern part of Middle-earth, trying to find a more ideal place to open up a temporary cave to cultivate.

But at this time, there was a sudden turmoil in the void in front of Yuwen Feixiang, Yuwen Feixiang looked startled, his feet were stunned, and a purple-gold gourd was already hanging above his head.

Qibao Thunder Hurd, this Yuwen Feixiang also refined Qibao Thunder Hurd, although he has some understanding of the essence of Qibao Thunder Hurd, but Qibao Thunder Hu's strong attack power and great reputation still make him fascinated.

The turbulent space suddenly shattered, and a purple thunder light suddenly exploded above his head under Yuwen Feixiang's surprise, and the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd suspended above his head suddenly staggered like a drunk and was about to fall from the top of his head.

Yuwen Feixiang looked stunned, and hurriedly made Zhenyuan stabilize the Seven Treasure Thunder Gourd above his head, and at the same time, his divine thoughts sank into the Thunder Gourd, and then he couldn't help but exclaim, "The Origin of Thunder, how can it be the Origin of Thunder......!" , no way, no way!"

Yuwen's calm expression before flying suddenly turned into panic and disbelief, and his excited expression took on a layer of madness, and suddenly there was an explosion under his feet, and the light turned into thunder and lightning and headed towards the north.

However, just as Yuwen was about to fly out of this mountain range, suddenly several rays of light rose to the sky at the foot of the mountain opposite him, and at the same time, there were continuous exclamations: "Mo Luo, how can there be a Mo Luo!"

"Isn't it been a hundred years since the Mora Plague, how can it still happen?"

"Fellow Daoists in front of you come and help,......"

"Ah, that's Lei Dun, it's the predecessor of the Yuwen family, we have been saved, Yuwen seniors help!"

......

In the shouting for help in front of the retreat, a puff of black fog surged up from the foot of the mountain, and the strange retreat and the strange howling sound of "Jie Jiao" all made Yuwen Fei very familiar!

Yuwen Feixiang looked stunned, his expression changed and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the light under his feet stopped again.

At this moment, the more than ten rays of light that had been asked for help before had already arrived in front of Yuwen Feixiang, these people were just some loose cultivators around the hemolysis period, and Yuwen Feixiang's divine thoughts swept over, and the group of demons chasing behind them was just a team of dozens of demons led by a few big demons.

These casual cultivators had already felt the unfathomable aura of Yuwen Feixiang, and when they saw Yuwen Feixiang hovering in mid-air motionless, they all ran behind him to seek refuge.

The Moluo team rushed over, but only saw a thunder power grid rising in front of them, and then a terrifying howl sounded, and when the thunder dissipated, the many scattered cultivators hiding behind Yuwen Feixiang saw the situation in front of them clearly, but saw that a broken arm and stump had already turned into a sky of aura and dissipated before it fell from mid-air.

Seeing that Yuwen was flying and powerful, he wiped out the army of Moluo who almost wiped out their entire army with a flip of his hand, and a kind of hemolysis period scattered cultivators shouted thanks, and the sound of Russian flattery was endless.

Yuwen Feixiang smiled faintly and said, "How did you meet Moluo?"

As soon as Yuwen Feixiang spoke, everyone suddenly became silent, and after a while, a monk who seemed to be the leader of the late stage of hemolysis said respectfully: "Back to the seniors, we don't know, originally we were collecting spiritual grass at the foot of this mountain, but somehow dozens of Moluo came out of the woods, we are not opponents, half of the dead and injured fled here, fortunately the seniors rescued me, we are grateful!"

"Oh, Moro appeared out of nowhere, haven't you heard about Moro's appearance before?" Yuwen Feixiang asked with a wink.

The monk shook his head and said: "No, the younger generation also caught up with the late stage of the Demon Luo Tribulation when he was still refining blood and cultivating a small cultivator, and since then for more than a hundred years, I have never heard of the Demon Luo haunting the cultivation world, hasn't this Demon Luo Tribulation already passed, how could it suddenly appear again!"

"Oh, so you don't know either!" Yuwen Feixiang's eyes narrowed, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that something has really happened to the Yuwen family!"

The monk in the late stage of hemolysis heard Yuwen Feixiang's self-muttering, and instinctively felt that something was wrong, isn't this senior in front of him a monk of the Yuwen family, how could the appearance of Moluo be related to something happened to the Yuwen family.

The monk was stunned and was about to ask Yuwen Feixiang about it, but saw Yuwen Feixiang's eyes looking at him.

The monk's heart sank instantly, this gaze flashed with Yuwen Feixiang's naked killing intent, the monk was shocked, and before the light under his feet lit up, a small thunderbolt had pierced into his eyes, the monk turned his head hard to say something, but the thunder light had already exploded in his brain, and blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth.

"You, what did you do to Brother Wen, you killed Brother Wen!"

The rest of the monks saw that Yuwen Feixiang suddenly turned their eyes between the lightning and the stone fire, and they all screamed in fright, but they saw Yuwen Feixiang walking towards them with danger on his face, and his eyes were clearly looking at a group of dead people.

"Run, run, he's going to kill us!"

Yuwen Feixiang propped his hands to the left and right, and two thunder power grids that were similar to the previous Demon Luo were spread out, netting all the more than ten monks who tried to escape.

"Seniors spare their lives......"

"We don't know anything!"

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Yuwen Feixiang's mouth, his hands suddenly closed, and the lightning flashed in the thunder net, and more than ten monks were all turned into ashes.

"The origin of thunder is scattered, and Mo Luo is reborn, this is the real Seven Treasures Thunder Flame is shattered, and the top secret guarded by the Yuwen family for generations is revealed to the world, this family is afraid that there will be no Yuwen family from now on, how can a certain family let you leak the news that a certain family is here, so you must die!"

Yuwen Feixiang raised his head and looked at the sky, and when he sank his face, he was already a lot heavier: "Has the Yuwen family been destroyed, so what am I going to do now?"

"No, no, no, it's not revenge now, it's about finding out what happened in Shang Mountain, and how many people from the Yuwen family still ran out!"

"If the Yuwen family is really destroyed, the cultivated Moluo will inevitably get out of control, then now the entire cultivation world will inevitably have the Moluo disaster again, but it is impossible to breed too many Moluo in more than a hundred years, and the number of high-level Moluo is even less, I am afraid that it will be extinguished if it can't cause much wind and waves. ”

"The existence of being able to destroy the Yuwen family is definitely not something that I can provoke now, the secret guarded by the Yuwen family is discovered, then the Yuwen family will inevitably become the enemy of the entire cultivation world, and there will be no place for the children of Yuwen in this world!"

"The top priority is to hide! Survive! Continue the bloodline of the Yuwen family!"

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At the bottom of the deep cave in the center of Shangshan, Lu Ping used his three halal pupils with all his might, and finally saw the image of the figure in the three light clusters above the altar, in the light cluster on the left was a slightly fat old man, and the white hair in the center of the top of his head had fallen off; in the center was a middle-aged scribe with a three-inch long beard, looking quite elegant; and the last one was a middle-aged man, with dark skin and a powerful demeanor, looking not angry and arrogant!

Lu Ping didn't know any of these three people, but he could see that the three of them were lifeless at this time, but they still made Lu Ping feel a deep jealousy.

Even though he was already dead, he could still make a pure yang monk like Lu Ping feel dangerous, so what would these three people be like before they were alive?

"Uncle Danzhu!"

The old ancestor of Yuanjiu was completely cracked, and he was about to break this light group when he stepped forward.