Chapter 241 Why Is the Sect Leader Laughing?

The giant yawned because he felt sleepy.

Sleepiness comes from boredom.

Boring because the people on those islands couldn't get out of the fog, and he couldn't get into that fog, and there were no boats at sea, no one else.

Because before that, he shouted towards the distance.

Two hours later, a gust of wind suddenly appeared on the calm ocean in the distance, and the canvas was blown like a child's swollen face, whistling.

The clouds on the sea were blown away by the strong wind, revealing the blue sky, but there was thunder, which was the cry of a giant deformed by time and space.

A divine ship from Penglai Island is sailing calmly and cheerfully toward the depths of the sea.

This divine ship is going to the archipelago in the sea, and also to a more distant foreign continent, and will return after seven years.

Such an ambitious journey was forced to stop because of the sudden strong wind and thunder.

The captain walked to the front of the deck, his eyes were squinted by the wind, and he waved his right hand, signaling the dangerous Pathfinder, who was shaking in the strong wind, to come back quickly.

With a soft slap, the Winged Man landed on the deck, folded his wings, and his face was full of throbbing.

"It has been ten years since you brought me to sea from the mainland, but I have never encountered such a strange thing."

The wind gradually stopped, but the captain's eyes were still squinted, giving a feeling of wisdom and experience, and he said, "This is the Sea God's warning."

Yiren heard the name Sea God for the first time, and asked in surprise, "Sea God?"

The owner of the ship said with emotion: "The ship under our feet was almost swallowed by the maelstrom due to the sudden fall of the strong wind. After finally getting out, it hit an iceberg and almost sank to the bottom of the sea. At that time, it was the Sea God who saved us."

Yiren thought, could the Sea God be the hero from another continent? But isn't that story a lie?

He remembered very clearly that when this story was passed back to the Chaotian Continent, everyone thought it was a lie, because no one could understand how the hero from another continent could cross the sea, and how could one person save a divine ship that weighed as much as mountains and rivers?

He didn't know until today that the hero from the other continent was not a human being, but a god.

"Notify all the treasure ships and god ships on the sea to return immediately."

The owner turned and walked into the boat.

Yiren followed and asked, "Then when shall we set off again?"

The captain said, "Naturally we have to wait for the Sea God's order."

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Kunlun Mountain is somewhat similar to Qingshan Bihu Peak, with a lake at the highest point.

It's just that the lake on the top of Kunlun Mountain is bigger, it looks like an endless blue sea, and it is called Tianchi.

The cliffs around the Tianchi Lake are covered with snow, very cold, but the water surface is very warm. It is said that there is a sleeping volcano below. There is also a saying that the spiritual veins below the Tianchi Lake originally originated from the same place as the Xuanyin Sect's fire veins.

There is a faint mist on the surface of the water, isolating the cold outside, some of it is the real fog that is formed naturally, and more of it is the effect brought by the large formation of Kunlun School.

There is an island in the middle of Tianchi covered by fog. There are countless verdant plants on the island, and there are fairy birds swimming in it. It is full of spiritual energy, really like a fairyland.

He Wei, head of Kunlun, looked back at Hantan, cut off the connection with Han Haoniao's consciousness, looked at the people in the hall, and laughed.

He is one of the leaders of the orthodox practice world, but his temperament is really not good, it can be said that he is cold and irritable, and he actually laughs at this time, which shows that he is in a good mood.

Seeing the smile on the head's face, the elders and disciples standing on both sides of the hall were a little surprised, and then they began to think, should they praise the head's smile as warm as a spring breeze, or should they hurry up and ask the head why he was smiling?

He Wei seemed to be in a really good mood, and without embarrassing them, he said directly: "You are very nice, I like it very much."

Everyone in the Kunlun School was a little puzzled, thinking that there was no Meihui this year, and the faction didn't make much of a splash at the Four Seas Banquet, so where did the Master Master's praise come from?

"I heard that something happened to the Tian Xuan Yin Sect a few days ago?"

He Wei looked at the middle-aged man standing third on the right.

The middle-aged man is called Song Qianji, he is his younger brother, and his cultivation is advanced. If divided by Tiannan realm, he is already in the upper realm of Youye.

Also in Lengshan, the Kunlun Sect is very close to the evil sects such as the Xuanyin Sect. The most important thing on weekdays is to patrol the four fields with a sword and pay attention to the movements of those evil sects.

Song Qianji is calm and vigilant, and his sword control skills are extremely good, so he is the most suitable for this matter. In recent years, he has been in charge of all matters related to the Kunlun Sect.

"A lot of people should have died in the civil strife in the Xuanyin Sect. I haven't figured out the reason, but I think it must be related to Su Ziye's assassination in Yizhou."

Upon hearing Song Qianji's report, He Wei's face was a bit solemn, and the Kunlun Sect disciples in the hall were also very surprised.

Su Ziye, who was regarded as the hope of revival by Xuanyin Sect and even most of the evil sects, did he really die like this? Why can't the roller shutter be confirmed until now?

"I'm going to take a look." He Wei said.

Song Qianji was slightly taken aback, and said, "Brother, why do you have to come forward for such a trivial matter?"

He Wei glanced at him with some disgust, and said, "If you can see clearly, I still need to go there myself?"

The hall was very quiet, and the Kunlun disciples bowed their heads in silence. They all knew that the master had always disliked Uncle Song, although they didn't know why.

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The sword light fell.

It is more than two thousand miles away from Kunlun Mountain, and has penetrated into the most desolate and dangerous area of ​​Lengshan Mountain.

There is a deep canyon among the chaotic mountains. The rocks on the mountain are red and exude a faint smell of blood, giving people a particularly evil feeling.

The deepest part of that canyon is the main altar of Xuanyin Sect, and the fire veins are located in the ground, which is more violent than those in the Kunlun Mountains, but there is no Tianchi water for peace, so it is easy to go crazy when practicing here.

Xuanyinzong chose this place as the main altar because there are some very evil methods in their ancestral magic skills that can solve this problem.

He Wei looked over there expressionlessly, with no intention of going past.

In the past few hundred years, the evil faction has declined, but the Xuanyin Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and its foundation is extremely deep. No matter how poor it is now, it is impossible for it to be killed by righteous practitioners into the main altar.

From dozens of miles away, he could feel the soaring murderous intent hidden in that canyon, and he knew that it should be the legendary formation of ten thousand banners.

Song Qianji glanced at him, thinking, could you see more things from a distance like this?

He Wei suddenly said: "Do you know why I am happy today?"

Song Qianji thought to himself, who knows, and replied with a respectful expression: "I think there will be some happy event for our faction."

"That's right, Bulaolin is so insidious and cunning, and I'm very satisfied with the fact that I have only placed two spies, you and Liu Xiang, in my faction over the years."

He Wei patted Song Qianji on the shoulder.

A transparent glazed sword emerged from his palm.

Song Qianji let out a scream.

This glazed sword directly pierced his shoulder, penetrated his body, and then pierced out from his genitals, blood gushing wildly.