Ling Yifan's body was like electricity, as if a meteor was crossing the sky, flying towards the outside of the demon forest. It was only tens of thousands of miles away from the edge of the demon forest, and Ling Yifan flew all the way to the edge of the demon forest with only a cup of tea.

Ling Yifan stopped at the edge of the demon forest, looking at the direction of the Xuanshen Sect hundreds of thousands of miles away, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Your account will be settled with you one day sooner or later!"

After pondering for a moment, Ling Yifan flew in the direction of the Ethereal Sect, and said secretly in his heart: "To this day, I don't know if anyone still remembers that I, a little mortal monk who was chased and killed by thousands of monks back then!"

Ling Yifan fled into the demon forest that year, and the only blood demon who found him was also killed by Kong Mochen, and under the wanted of the blood killing order, first the Water Moon Sect was implicated and destroyed, and then the Ethereal Sect was slaughtered, and then survived to save his luck. In the continuous search and search, no trace of Ling Yifan was found, and as time passed, everyone thought that something happened in the final collapse of the secret realm, and they were afraid that they had already fallen, and a year after he fled into the demon forest, the matter was over.

Some of them even suspected that the Xuanming Sect had already known about this matter, and in the secret realm, Ling Yifan almost took his son's life, and this 'blood killing order' was probably also deliberately released, but it was just to borrow everyone's hands to take revenge on the Water Moon Sect, which was friendly with Ling Yifan, and the Ethereal Sect where it was located.

Later, Xun Ling couldn't do anything, everyone only felt that something was wrong, and things must be as they guessed, otherwise how could a Xuanming Sect spend such a large amount of money to want a mortal monk? If it is said that it is not its opponent in the secret realm for some reason, then after leaving the secret realm, with such a large force of the Xuanming Sect, it is impossible to deal with a mortal monk?

Thinking of this, the people who participated in the 'Blood Killing Order' only felt that they had been deceived, and they were tempted by the benefits of the 'Blood Killing Order', but they were ruthlessly used by the Xuanming Sect without checking for a while. Although everyone is resentful in their hearts, they are all willing to participate in this 'blood killing order', and they can only eat coptis dumbly!

So soon after, everyone gave up the meaningless action of continuing to track down Ling Yifan, and the vigorous incident caused by Ling Yifan was also over.

Ling Yifan breathed five hundred miles. Flying in mid-air in the direction of the Ethereal Sect, he had promised Yun Mengyao that he would rush back before the Thousand Sect Great Competition. Seven years after leaving the sect, the thoughts have never stopped. It has never faded away, but it has been carved deeper and deeper in my heart, and it is becoming clearer and clearer.

Thinking of the figure that was about to see the haunting figure again, Ling Yifan's heart couldn't help but become a little nervous, "It's been seven years. I don't know if she's fat or thin! and my father, I don't know if my body is still so tough, Uncle Zhang Hu's body should have already recovered, and now I should be able to hunt alive again!"

Thinking of this, the speed under his feet couldn't help but speed up a few points, and the divine consciousness spread out to the greatest extent, since obtaining the soul seed, the scope of the divine consciousness not only became larger, but also the scene within the divine consciousness was clearer.

After seeing Ling Yifan, many low-level cultivators avoided it one after another. Not only was Ling Yifan's speed, but everyone found that their divine sense could not detect this person's cultivation, and they were immediately shocked in their hearts, so they avoided it far away, and the monk whose divine sense could not detect it must be a strong person.

Many people looked at Ling Yifan's figure that disappeared from sight in an instant with respect and envy, no matter when or wherever the strong man went, he was respected and worshipped.

Ling Yifan crossed countless mountains and rivers along the way, and there were nearly 100 large and small sects, two days later. Ling Yifan, who was running, suddenly paused, but stopped.

At this time, there was a third-rate sect on a mountain range at his feet, and in Ling Yifan's divine sense, this sect only had a hundred disciples. The highest one person Yuan Ying Ninth Order, it stands to reason that such a small sect should not attract Ling Yifan's sideways glances and attention.

But in a secret room of this sect, a woman was lying in the secret room with a painful expression, if it was before the law of perception obtained the soul seed, Ling Yifan would never have been able to discover the secret room.

I saw Ling Yifan frowning, and the next moment. He had already flown to the sky above this sect, and when he saw the arrival of the Imperial Sky Monk, nearly 100 disciples of the sect walked out of the room and looked up at Ling Yifan who was standing in the sky.

Standing in the air, they have only seen the sect master in the sect can do it, in their eyes, this person may be a friend of the sect master, and they have seen such a strong person visit several times before, and they can't help but secretly guess the relationship between this person and the sect master.

I couldn't help but feel a feeling of envy in my heart, and at this moment, a middle-aged man with a thin figure flew out of the main hall and was far away from Ling Yifan. Just now, when he was cultivating, he sensed the commotion of the disciples under his sect, and his divine sense swept away, and he suddenly found that a person was standing in the sky above the sect.

Ling Yifan didn't deliberately hide his aura with his divine sense, otherwise the other party's divine sense would not be able to discover himself.

The other party saw that although Ling Yifan was mediocre in appearance, his light was restrained and his momentum was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to be careless, and said cautiously: "This Taoist friend, I don't know which friend it is, what advice do you have for coming to the Humble House?"

Ling Yifan's expression was cold, and he said coldly: "Bring the woman out of the secret room." ”

The other party's pupils shrank, his face changed, and he said with a gloomy face: "I don't understand what Daoist friends are talking about, if you have something to say, you might as well enter the hall and talk about it!"

At this time, after hearing Ling Yifan's words, all the disciples in the sect looked puzzled, and secretly said in their hearts: "This person is not the sect master's friend, what is the matter with the woman in the secret room he said?"

When the man saw the disciples in the sect talking to each other, his face suddenly turned ugly, and the words he just said about entering the hall were to stabilize Ling Yifan, and there was a formation in his main hall, so he could be trapped and captured at that time.

Ling Yifan had already seen the clues in the forbidden way, and said again with an expressionless face: "I'll only say one last time, release that woman!"

Seeing Ling Yifan's strong attitude, the other party didn't know how he knew about the woman in the secret room, but he thought it should be all the way. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man showed his weapon without saying a word, and the disciples in the sect were all shocked when they saw that the two wanted to make a move, and immediately scattered and fled, for fear that the battle between the two would affect Yuchi.

Seeing that the other party didn't say a word, Ling Yifan took out the spirit sword and rushed towards him with a murderous face, and at the same time, the spirit sword turned into a shock in his hand and slashed towards his chest quickly. Ling Yifan stood with his hands in the void, he didn't panic when he saw this, he just frowned, and the divine power 'disillusionment' should be pointed out.

The middle-aged monk on the opposite side suddenly felt that the wind and clouds had changed, and the heavens and the earth had reversed, as if he was in a boundless and desolate world, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the end of the heavens and the earth. At this time, when Ling Yifan's supernatural powers were being exerted, the ordinary disciples of the sect at their feet were all stunned and stood in place, their expressions were confused, and their eyes were scattered, as if they were in a boundless and desolate world.

This supernatural power is the way of disillusionment that Ling Yifan has comprehended from that silent space, which makes people's souls in boundless disillusionment, unable to extricate themselves!

As the middle-aged man's eyes were confused and his body stopped, the attack in his hand also stopped.

Ling Yifan ignored the people who had fallen into the world of disillusionment, his body moved, flew into the main hall, and followed the secret passage discovered by his divine sense to a secret room. I saw a beautiful woman falling to the ground with a painful expression, her body was bound by iron chains, and a pitch-black three-inch short arrow was suspended above her head, absorbing the strength of the woman's body.

Seeing this, Ling Yifan's face became even more ugly, and the spirit sword in his hand slashed towards the iron chain on the woman's body, and with a 'ding' sound, the spirit sword slashed the iron chain, splashing sparks, but it was not cut off. Ling Yifan sighed lightly, and the sword technique "Splitting the Sky" was unleashed, and an invisible sword qi rippled in the space, slashing at the edge of the iron chain just right. The sword qi seemed to have cut through tofu, and the iron chain was cut off and fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, a trace of black qi escaped from the woman's body, and the woman's pale face gradually became rosy after the escape of the black qi, Ling Yifan called softly, "Ziyun!"

This woman is the Ziyun that Ling Yifan knew in the secret realm, but he never thought that he would meet in this situation, Ling Yifan sighed secretly in his heart, he met him at a loss.

Seeing that Ziyun didn't react, he seemed to be unconscious, and then, Ling Yifan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his eyes looked coldly through the secret room at the middle-aged man who had fallen into a fantasy in mid-air, snorted coldly, picked up Ziyun and rushed into the sky, and actually directly penetrated the secret room and rushed out of the main hall... (To be continued.) )