Feng Chime's face was gloomy, and he quickly walked into the room. He looked up and saw a bloody guy lying on his bed. He was no longer human. The burnt clothes were stuck to his body, like a piece of burnt wood. If it weren't for the fact that the chest was still rising and falling slightly, I wouldn't have been able to tell it was a living thing.
Feng Chime couldn't help being shocked when he saw this, and couldn't help but cover his nose, with a look of disgust in his eyes. The smell of burnt meat was too unpleasant. Liu Lang, the elder of Liefa Sect in the foundation-building stage, came to the bedside and whispered: "Sect Master, Master Feng has invited us!"
The rise and fall of Yun Chongzi's chest suddenly slowed down, and his lips twitched: "Well... go out first... If I have something to say, don't talk to Feng!"
A flicker of doubt flashed in Liu Lang's eyes. Yun Chongzi was hit by Chu Jun's explosive gun, and it seemed that he would not survive. He should deal with himself when he wanted to deal with his funeral. How could he hold on for a while and let people invite Feng Shao? Do you want to talk to him alone
Although Liu Lang was confused, he reluctantly exited the room and closed the door. Feng Ling also guessed that Yun Chongzi must have something confidential to tell him, so he ignored the unpleasant burnt smell and walked to the bedside and said: "Yun Chongzi, I am here. If you have anything to say, just tell me." Say it!”
Yun Chongzi's charred lips moved and he said weakly: "Master Feng, I have a secret that I want to tell you!"
Feng Chime's eyes flashed and he asked quickly: "What's the secret?"
Yun Chongzi's eyes were blinded by the high-heat fluid, his eyelids were glued together, and there were large and small blisters on his face, making him look extremely disgusting. I saw him twitching his face, as if he wanted to laugh, and said in a low voice: "Chu... Chu Jun has... a Nine Dragon Cauldron emblem in his hand!"
Feng Ling's eyes suddenly opened wide and he asked urgently: "Is this true?"
"It's absolutely true, my disciples... I can guarantee it with nearly a hundred lives of Liefa Sect members!" Yun Chongzi said intermittently.
Villains don't care about how many people they make happy, they only care about how many people they make suffer, and at the same time enjoy the happiness that others' pain brings to them. Yun Chongzi was obviously a villain. He knew that he would definitely die, but he was unwilling to do so. He wanted Chu Jun and even the entire Zhengtianmen to be buried with him. Once the news that Chu Jun had the Lilong Ding Emblem spread, he and The Zhengtian Sect behind him immediately became the target of public criticism, and it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed. So Yun Chongzi held on for a while and asked his disciples to invite the wind chime, and he wanted to harm others before he died.
Feng Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he asked calmly: "Who else knows about this matter?"
"No... no, only this sect knows!" Yun Chongzi said with difficulty.
Yun Chongzi considered that the wind chime might kill someone, so he didn't even tell several of his elders about it, lest it lead to a fatal disaster. After the Feng family knows about this, they will definitely try their best to get the Lilong Ding emblem from Chu Jun. In that case, the news will leak out sooner or later. By then, the Zhengtianmen will face the covetousness of all forces, and it will only be a matter of time before it is destroyed.
"Yun Chongzi, you have done a good job. I will avenge you and help you build the Lifa Sect's gate. You should take good care of your injuries!" Feng Ling smiled elegantly, but there was a cold expression on his face. Murderous intent.
Yun Chongzi felt happy in his heart, and his face twitched for a while, as if he was smiling, and suddenly his heart moved: "By the way, I want to tell the story about Chu Jun and Yu Zhenzi, hey, Chu Jun, I won't let it go even if I die. You are so happy... hiss!"
Yun Chongzi was about to speak, but his body suddenly tensed up, his throat made a hissing sound, and the sticky eyelids were broken by his force, and the pale and lifeless eyes were covered with blood. The wind chime quickly jumped back, took out a handkerchief and wiped the dagger in his hand, glanced at the body of the corpse, turned around and walked out of the room, and said lightly: "Only the dead can keep secrets!"
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Tielang Peak was shrouded in a solid defensive formation, and the yellow light illuminated the surroundings of Tielang Peak.
He Mujan's face was livid, his flying swords were constantly bombarding the defensive light shield, and the other two golden elixirs were also working together to bombard the same point. This kind of mountain-protecting formation has a very tacky name, called "Turtle Formation", and its defense is so strong that even a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator would have to work hard to break it. It would probably take half a day for a Golden Core Stage cultivator to break it. time. Although the "Turtle Formation" has strong defense, it has a fatal weakness. Once the formation is opened, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out. They can only watch the enemies outside break the formation. It lives up to its name. turtle.
The three masters of the Golden Core stage have been bombarding the formation for nearly half an hour. The defensive formation is still as solid as a rock, but the three of them are as tired as dogs. More and more people were watching the excitement in the distance, whispering and pointing. He Mujan felt angry in his heart. He thought that it would be easy to defeat this small group of people who didn't know the heights of the sky. However, he didn't expect that there was a turtle formation on Tielang Peak. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so showy when I arrived.
He Mukian was arrogant and came here with a cloud of anger and domineering attitude. His original intention was to attract more people to watch how he destroyed Zhengtianmen and established its power. As a result, people were attracted, but the purpose was not to establish their authority but to lose face. The three golden elixirs were as tired as a dog. After knocking for most of the day, they still couldn't knock off the turtle shell. Those buzzing comments were as harsh as needlepoints. He Mijian felt his ears burning. He wished he could kill the turtle formation with one sword, then kill all the men on Tielang Peak, strip all the women naked, and use iron chains to kill them. Lock the neck, pull them back one by one like a dog and sell them.
"Two junior uncles, get out of the way!" He Mijian gritted his teeth and shouted.
Although the two Jindan next to him are martial uncles, He Mijian is the best among the three generations of disciples. The famous person next to the master usually has to be polite to him, whether he is a fellow martial brother or a martial uncle. Over time, He Mijian will He has developed the habit of being arrogant. Except for a few respected old guys at the party, he never pays attention to anyone else. Even he is shouting at his uncle.
When the two golden elixirs saw He Mijian taking out a magic talisman that exuded strong energy waves, their expressions changed slightly and they hurriedly rose up into the sky. He Mukian held the magic talisman and sneered: "Look at how hard your turtle shell is!"
Outside Tiece Hall, Zhao Yu and others looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.
"Hey, are they retreating?" Xi'er couldn't help asking when she saw the three guys who had been knocking on the door for most of an hour stopped.
Li Xiangjun's expression became more solemn, and he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not... bad!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and some even sat down on the ground in shock.
"Look at me smashing your turtle shell!" He Mujian stood high in the sky, sneered proudly, and waved the magic talisman in his hand.
In an instant, nine thick yellow mountains emerged out of thin air and fell towards the defensive light barrier below!
"Hey, it's the ninth level of the Earth Element's fourth-level magic talisman. The turtle formation is about to be destroyed!" Someone among the cultivators watching from a distance screamed.
The level of spells is divided according to the level of spells. The powerful spells in the spirit-condensing stage are first-level spells, such as thunder explosion; the powerful spells in the foundation-building stage are second-level spells, such as crazy thunder and lightning blade; golden elixir. The powerful spells at the first stage are level three spells, such as thunder and piercing the sky; the powerful spells at the Nascent Soul stage are level four spells. This talisman of He Mujian is a fourth-level talisman that stores the fourth-level earth spell "Jedi Ninth Level". This fourth-level talisman was specially given to He Mujian by the Master of Chaos Pavilion, Hunyuan Laomo, to save his life. Now it is used to smash the "turtle shell".
boom! boom…
There were nine loud noises in succession, the light of the mountain-protecting formation flickered on and off, it shook violently, and finally countless cracks appeared.
He Mijian was overjoyed, laughed wildly and shouted: "Anyone who offends our Chaos Pavilion will be punished!" The flying sword in his hand slashed at the defensive mask that was riddled with holes, and the other two Jindan also took action at the same time.
boom! boom! boom!
The turtle formation was shattered under the bombardment of three golden elixir stage masters.
"Haha, kill all these ants!" He Mujian swung his sword arrogantly, and took the lead to rush towards the mountain peak, his spiritual power surging.
"Woo!" There was a scream, and a white shadow rushed towards him as fast as lightning, and its sharp claws stretched out to grab his throat.
He Mujan was shocked, and a solid and hard earth shield quickly formed in front of him!
Hiss! It was like a steel knife scraping across the bottom of the pot, and the earth shield was cut into two pieces by the sharp claws of Xue Yuxiang Yinhu. He Mijian retreated in shock, and the two Jin Dan behind him also stopped their momentum when they saw this, looking at the little white fox suspended in the air in shock.
"The fourth-level peak spirit beast?" The three of them blurted out at the same time, with a hint of fear in their eyes. The strength of the fourth-level peak spirit beast is equivalent to that of the late Golden Core!
A girl in a green dress floats up, her long sleeves fluttering like a fairy coming to earth. He Mijian was shocked, and even the two middle-aged uncles next to him were stunned.
Zhao Yuling stood in the void, with a cold face, and her eyes blurred by smoke and water were a bit sharp at the moment. Xue Yuxiang jumped into her arms with a sinister purr, raised her ears, and stared at Xu Mu Jiansan with disdain. people.
He Mijian was so intimidated by Zhao Yu's breathtakingly beautiful appearance and temperament that he stood blankly on the spot for a moment.
At this moment, a cultivator from a distance came flying through the air and was in front of him in an instant. Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel a little heavy. The person coming was also a cultivator of the Golden Core stage, and he was obviously from the other party's group.
Only then did He Mujan come to his senses and said to the visitor, "Why is Uncle Duan here?"
Uncle Duan glanced at Zhao Yu who was holding Xue Hu, and couldn't help but be stunned. He was secretly surprised: "This girl has an outstanding appearance and temperament, and she has already entered the golden elixir stage at a young age. She can't be like that." The old monster’s granddaughter, well, it’s very possible, otherwise why would that old ghost Liu Suifeng come forward to intercede!”
Uncle Duan's lips moved a few times, and He Mijian and the other two golden elixirs suddenly frowned.
He Mujan took a deep look at Zhao Yu, with a hint of unwillingness on his face, and said angrily: "Let's go!" After saying that, he turned around and left in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the four people from Chaos Pavilion disappeared without a trace.
Those onlookers couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief. The show had just begun. It had been going on fiercely, but the party that was determined to win walked away in despair.
An idea flashed in Zhao Yu's mind, and he had already guessed the truth. His blurred eyes glanced at the cultivators watching in the distance, then turned around and returned to the peak.
The cultivators looked at Tielang Peak with a hint of awe in their eyes, but more with confusion!
Zhengtianmen—this little-known sect began to enter the attention of major forces.