Chapter 864 New Identity. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

City Lord's Mansion.

guest house.

The house specially prepared for entertaining sword cultivators was bare and empty, except for a few futons.

Three tall and straight monks with sword intent were sitting cross-legged on futons, talking to each other.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is an inconspicuous mark on the scabbard of the long sword they carry, which looks like a hell, with smoke and clouds lingering, exuding a little obscure atmosphere.

This is the symbol of Du Eyuan.

They are not ordinary disciples of the Han An Sword Sect, but Du E Yuan's current prison sons, all of whom are trained in Yuan Ying.

Little Meng City is remote, and casual cultivators are very rare. The city lord here is only building a foundation, and he is injured and has no hope of promotion. There is a huge gap in age with them. Naturally, they came here not to visit their fellow disciples, but to investigate the matter of Wu Xun'an.

Wu Xun'an acted covertly, but in the territory of Han An Jianzong, he couldn't hide it from Jianzong's eyes and ears after all.

However, none of the three have had enough evidence so far.

With Wu Xun'an's prestige in Xiaomeng City, arresting people rashly may cause public outrage.

Han'an Sword Sect is a well-known and upright sect, and has its own rules and regulations in its actions, but it is not easy to do things that bully others with force.

At this moment, they were discussing this matter, a white-robed sword cultivator said in a deep voice: "...This person should be practicing some kind of magic art, and the whole city has been collected medicine by him for many years. , and secretly set up a formation."

"The formation has not been activated yet, and the effect is still uncertain. It should be that the key formation heart is missing."

Another Huafu swordsman pondered: "According to past experience, practicing magic arts, arranging such a large formation, and leaving medicines in the bodies of the people in the city, most of them are blood sacrifices to the whole city."

The sword cultivator in the middle wore a ginger red robe, with a stern expression, and said in a cold voice: "Blood sacrifices to the whole city deserve death!"

"If it's just a small evil, it's fine to go to Du'e Yuan and repent."

"Such a serious crime will never be forgiven lightly!"

At this moment, the door of the quiet room was knocked suddenly.

Accompanied by the knock on the door, there was an urgent cry for help: "Three masters of the Sword Sect, please help!"

The faces of the three sword repairmen froze, and the sword repairer in the ginger red robe flicked his fingers, and the door opened immediately, and Wu Xun'an, who looked anxious, stepped in immediately.

He looked at the three sword cultivators who were bursting with sword intent and strong aura, and his expression was happy. The three disciples of Jianzong are all here, and he is saved! !

However, the next moment, the figure in the black robe appeared beside him again.

Wu Xun'an panted sharply, pointed at the figure with a frenzied expression and shouted: "Three masters of the Sword Sect, he..."

He was both surprised and happy at the moment, what was surprising was that this black-robed figure took over his identity and bewitched his wife and children, yet he dared to chase him here! The happy thing is that the three disciples of the Hanyan Sword Sect are all here, and if the other party dares to come, it is simply asking for death!

However, before he finished speaking, he saw the gazes of the three Hanyan Sword Sect disciples, and without any hesitation, turned away from him, turned to the figure in the black robe, and asked calmly, "Fellow Daoist Wu, what's the matter?"

Wu Xun'an froze instantly, his pupils dilated, and his expression was terrified, as if he was dragged into the cold deep sea by an invisible force, almost completely frozen.

Pei Ling said lightly: "It's nothing, I just want to invite the three of you to sit in my medical hut."

The three sword repairmen glanced at each other, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

Looking at this scene, Wu Xun'an was terrified in his heart, how could it be? how come? ?

Even the monks of the Cold and Dark Sword Sect regarded that person as him? ?

The Cold Dark Sword Sect is one of the nine strongest sects in the world!

Moreover, Jianxiu's mind is pure, he pays attention to one sword to break all dharmas, his Taoism is as firm as a rock, and he is unshakable, why can't he recognize him? ?

He is the master of the medical hut, he is...

etc!

I... who is it?

A look of confusion flashed across Wu Xun'an's face, and his whole body suddenly froze. The next moment, the smoke disappeared and nothing remained...

At this time, the three sword cultivators stood up and followed Pei Ling away. From the beginning to the end, no one seemed to notice that the real Wu Xun'an...

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Half a month later.

Crossing the abyss.

In the barren canyon, the exposed rock formations are intertwined with dark red, blue and black. The wind blowing from all directions, accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, is bitingly cold, and there is a strange coldness that penetrates the heavy clothes and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The line of sight is dim, the blood moon hangs high above the head, sprinkled with light crimson brilliance, illuminating the shadowy silhouette, gloomy, depressing, and cold.

A prisoner with a ferocious expression and ragged clothes was dragged to a row of dark iron frames. The two "Jie-level" ignored the prisoner's insults and provocations, and quickly tied him to the frame. After confirming that he could not break free, they left walk away.

Not long after, two monks in blue-striped robes with a white background walked into the canyon.

Their robes were neat and tidy, and they were full of energy, out of tune with the surroundings. When they walked, their steps were light, and a special spiritual whip was wrapped around their waists.

These two monks are a man and a woman. The male cultivator has a square face and a tall stature. His brows are not angry and majestic, and his whole body is fierce.

The female cultivator, on the other hand, looked quite delicate, with fair and tender skin, slender eyebrows, and a light body. She was wearing a double-snail bun and white flowers on her hairpin, as if she was wearing a filial piety for someone.

There is a strong gloomy color between her brows, and she looks like she is full of peonies and magnolias.

A pair of pupils were especially outstanding, radiant and radiant, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and there was a bit of coolness in the charm.

"False dogs!" Seeing these two people, the prisoner on the black iron frame immediately spat hard, and said with a smirk, "If you have the ability to put me down and fight for 300 rounds, I will slaughter you two brats sooner or later!"

When he shouted, his breath fluctuated, and he was at the peak of alchemy.

The male cultivator smiled coldly, then turned to the female cultivator beside him, and said in a soft voice, "Junior Sister Song, my crossing of the abyss is different from the outside world. The prisoners here are all evil and cunning."

"Therefore, we must not treat them with the attitude of the outside world."

"Although we are well-known and righteous, we are definitely not unprincipled and confused people."

"This kind of stubborn person who has made a big mistake but still refuses to repent must be given enough lessons, and he must not be merciless!"

Hearing this, Song Qiongzi's expression remained unchanged, she only nodded slightly.

Song Qiongzi is her current identity.

Originally, he was a disciple of the Spirit Furnace Pavilion who was a vassal of Jiuyi Mountain.

After the outbreak of the Great War between Righteousness and Demons, Nine Yi Mountain was full of flames of fire. As the sect under it, Linglu Pavilion naturally couldn't stay out of it. Although the mountain gate is in the depths of Jiuyi Mountain and has not been attacked by soldiers, but under the order of Jiuyi Mountain, all of them, including the head of the sect, are burning alchemy day and night.

Although it was busy, it was also safe.

However, due to the raging "Cyanosis" in the past, Jiuyi Mountain had to offer a large reward to recruit casual cultivators to sit in the city, and the alchemists of the Spirit Furnace Pavilion were directly sent out to treat mortals.

Song Qiongzi's lineage was very unlucky. Her master, brother, sister, brother, and sister were all killed by the demon cultivator, and she was the only one who survived.