In the depths of Tianji Mountain, a man wearing a Jinhuang Daluo shirt suddenly frowned and opened his eyes. He woke up from his retreat, chanting a few spell-like words in his mouth, and squeezed his hands.
After a while, the man wearing the treasure clothes raised his sword eyebrows, and a pair of Sen Han's eyes shot out an incomparably evil light, with a bit of ferociousness, and stood up in surprise. I chanted the mantra again, the hands continued, and it was still like a stone sinking into the ocean, without any response.
"Huh? Where did the small eyebrows go? Jing is not within my sensing range?" Although I thought so, there was a throbbing pain in my heart, cold sweat broke out all over my body, and a very bad thought kept pouring in Come brain.
"No, right." The man in the Jinhuang Daluo shirt shook his head lightly, "I just woke up from a closed retreat and had a breakthrough. Ordinarily, I shouldn't have such upset and irritable thoughts, but what's the matter? This time Xiaomei promised to protect the law for me. Why can't I feel his breath. Could it be?"
The terrifying emotions in the mind of the man in Jin Huang Daluoshan were constantly summed up, and finally a very terrible thought came out.
"Something happened to Xiaomei? But no, there are a hundred sect disciples guarding him!" The man in Jin Huang Daluoshan rushed out of the cave as soon as he thought about it, his luck and consciousness followed. With the breath of the Flying Snake Demon, he kept searching for it. In a moment, he found a clue.
Following this clue, all the way forward, the thoughts of the man in Jin Huang's big Luoshan shirt became more disturbed. He can basically be sure that the younger brother he brought out this time for experience, Liu Yemei, the fourth son of the Sect Master of the Demon God Sect, is probably not in the world anymore. However, with the last bit of luck, the man in Jin Huang Daluoshan still searched eagerly.
The man wearing a Jinhuang Daluo shirt is named Liu Yeqing, the second son of the Sect Master of the Demon God Sect. He is a ghost and god, and he is also the man behind the tragedy of Jishan Mountain.
Suddenly, Liu Yeqing's footsteps quickened, and her body swept forward like a gust of wind. In front of a huge tree trunk, the spiral spirit force rushed open in the middle, and the two sides spread out-he actually rushed straight past.
After passing through a section of woods, Liu Yeqing finally reached the scene of the crime. He came closer and saw that a mouthful of blood almost didn't come out of his throat. This scene, he probably won't forget it for the rest of his life. In front of him, the corpse of Liu Yemei was lying impressively, his expression full of fear and despair.
The silver-brown big robe on Liu Yemei's body was long gone, and the treasured sword called the "Flying Willow Sword" was also gone.
"Little eyebrows!" Liu Yeqing covered her chest, almost feeling dim, almost unsteady under her feet, grasping Liu Yeqing's corpse with brows and holes, a trace of indescribable sadness flashed in Liu Yeqing's fierce eyes, and then she was endless again Occupied by his anger and ferocity.
"Xiaomei, who killed you? Who was it?" Liu Yeqing looked up to the sky and screamed. His anger at the moment was beyond words. He just wished he would enter Tianji Town again and slaughter 100,000 people to dispel his hatred! Even so, I am afraid it will be difficult to extinguish his anger at this moment!
This long howl rushed straight into the sky, and even the Jinghong in the clouds was rushed by this wave, and was also panicked, scattered and frightened away, flapping his wings, panicking.
Liu Yeqing stared at the corpse in her hand, carefully put it away, and murmured with evil thoughts: "Little eyebrow, no matter who did it, I will make him pay the price. I will destroy all his nine races and chop off their heads. Come down, cut off their skins one by one, create a human skin coffin for you, use their skulls to set up a tombstone for you, and use their organs to worship your spirit in the sky! Little eyebrows, you wait!"
Speaking of this, Liu Yeqing's eyes didn't have a trace of sadness, nor a trace of mood swings. Instead, she was extremely calm and began to conceive of his revenge journey.
He analyzed that a person who can kill Liu Yemei under the interference of a hundred demon god sect people should have the strength to refine the gods and restore the emptiness. Judging from the battle scene, the opponent's strength will not be much stronger than Liu Yemei, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for him to attack so calmly for so long. Therefore, Liu Yeqing has a trace of belief in victory.
At this moment, there were more than 60 inner disciple elites in the Huayu Pavilion outside the camp of Tianji Town, all of them were on guard. A quarter of an hour ago, from the depths of Tianji Mountain, there was a sharp and long howl, showing quite impressive strength. Although they don't know why this Chang Xiao came, they guessed that it should not be a good thing.
At this time, there is still an hour or so before dawn, which is the last darkness before dawn, and it is also the most exhausted time of the day and the time when people are most tolerated.
Especially Zhao Canyang in the periphery, even more dare not to be sloppy. Since he agreed to protect Wu Ling's law, Zhao Canyang would definitely be single-minded. With the long scream just now, as a strong man who has just been promoted to the third level of Yi Sui, he can clearly feel an invisible pressure.
The person who can put pressure on him Zhao Canyang, at least, must be the fourth layer of Yi Sui! Moreover, at least the cultivation base will not be below him, and may even be stronger than him.
After all, Zhao Canyang is still young and does not have such an enchanting talent as Wu Ling. It was only two or three days ago that he broke into the third layer of Yi Sui. At the level of the third layer of Yi Sui, it is still in the initial state of cultivation, and the realm is relatively weak.
Suddenly, Zhao Canyang's gaze glared, and his eyes stopped in front of him, his five-element robes flashed, and he shouted in a low voice: "People in front, stop!"
Then, Zhao Canyang's heart shook. He felt a powerful spiritual force, as if suddenly released, like a silent volcano suddenly erupting, overwhelmingly rushing over here.
"Ah. Ah." With these two screams, two bodies from the inner door of the Huayu Pavilion were thrown over.
The blood stained the ground in front of Zhao Canyang, and the two corpses with their heads separated from their bodies were thrown in front of him like rubbish. As for the traces of the visitors, he didn't even notice it.
This sudden situation drew a burst of exclamation.
"Attention everyone, there is an enemy!" There were shouts, "The people here are very powerful!"
Just as everyone rushed and screamed, two more corpses were thrown in front of Zhao Canyang.
It's a pity that Zhao Canyang flew into the sky with the five-element Taoist robe, and his field of vision was a few miles away. Even the smallest movements could not be hidden from him, but he did not feel the slightest fluctuation of the qi.
The other party is a master!
Zhao Canyang’s face became very difficult to look at. These friends of her own were killed in Tianji Mountain. It is excusable, but in front of her, four people were killed without knowing it. It was almost as if someone was there. He slapped his face fiercely!
Qing Hutong behind Zhao Canyang, at this moment, bent down and stared at the wounds of the four dead disciples. After watching for a long time, he touched a little with his hand, and said anxiously to the few people around him: "The weapon of the gods." Hurt!"
Several people with different looks behind him immediately looked at each other, and they all saw the doubt and deep fear in each other's eyes. One of them, who seemed to be a full 60 years old, had wrinkles on his face, like gullies, skinny and skinny, making people wonder if he would be blown by a gust of wind. This person, called Weng Tongmu, is also one of the inner elites.
Although his cultivation level is not high, he is the oldest and the most knowledgeable. Looking at this situation, he slowly said in a deep voice: "Most of the weapons of the gods are handed down from the ancients, and the number of people living in the world is very small. Among our hidden schools, most of them exist. Could it be that, Will it be from the Demon God Sect, come here?"
At this moment, Feng Feiwu realized that something was wrong, and flew over immediately. Hearing Weng Tongmu's words, he shook his head and said, "How could it be so fast! When the four of us came back, we deliberately concealed our breath, and we can definitely guarantee that we will not be discovered. I dare not say anything else, our Donghai Feng family's ability to hide information , I am still very confident."
The old Weng Tongmu suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Don't forget, Sister, you may have intercepted Liu Yemei's spoils!"
"Do you mean that the flying willow knives and the silver-brown big Luo shirt brought it back?" Feng Feiwu asked with a blushing face, with a somewhat unnatural expression.
Donghai Feng's family has always been known for being good at concealment. Feng Feiwu is indeed confident to conceal the information of the four people, but in a hurry, she still ignored Fei Liudao and Yinhuang Daluoshan.
The flying willow sword is a treasured soldier, and the silver-brown big Luoshan is a spiritual weapon. Magic weapons and weapons of this level will bear the master's mark. Now that both of these things have been taken by Wu Ling, the enemy can naturally follow them.
"Oh, I was too careless!" Feng Feiwu was annoyed when she thought about it, "How can I forget that all treasure soldiers will be stamped with the master's spiritual mark!"
"Pump." Feng Feiwu hadn't finished speaking, and a headless corpse was thrown over like trash. This corpse was naturally an elite of Huayu Pavilion's inner sect.
"Don't be too distracted, don't act rashly, defend each other and resist strong enemies!" Zhao Canyang immediately made the most suitable command when he saw this situation.
Looking at this situation, I am afraid there is only one enemy coming, but the threat this enemy poses to them is no less than a thousand troops.
Coming people are fierce, and they still like to come to Yin. Now, they are like fifty little mice, being teased by a cat. No matter how many mice there are, if you see a cat, you can only escape.
"Jiejie, this is a good way. It seems that you should be the leader of this group of ants! That's good, then kill you all together, saving you trouble one by one."