Chapter 242

(There are some problems in the last chapter. Since the Xuanling Sect knows that Su Ziye was assassinated in Yizhou, it makes no sense for the Kunlun School to find out until today. I will revise this chapter after it is updated. Of course, this is a small problem. You don’t need to read it again. Ah, it seems to have exposed the secret that I didn’t save the manuscript... So I’m not easy. Students, I’m under a lot of pressure every day. So if you play around with the title of today’s chapter, I think everyone won’t mind it. Kaka Kaka.)

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Amidst the screams, Song Qianji summoned the magic weapon and flew away through the air, spilling blood all the way.

The glazed sword stopped in the air and did not pursue it.

He Wei looked at the bloody rain with cold eyes.

Song Qianji's body was pierced through, and the Dao Tree Sword Pill was completely destroyed. There was no life left. After flying more than ten feet, he fell to the ground and lost his breath.

He Wei waved his sleeves, and several sparks floated over, turning into raging flames, instantly burning Song Qianji's body to ashes.

The Scarlet Canyon tens of miles away was still quiet. The people in the Xuanyin Sect should have found out what was going on here, but no one came out to check.

It is difficult for the current Xuanyin Sect to find a strong man who can resist He Wei head-on.

He Wei's sleeves fluttered lightly, and he stepped into the air, and soon came to the extremely high sky. The blood-colored canyon became a red line in his vision, and the boundless cold mountain was all under his feet.

A piece of jade-like brilliance appeared in the eastern sky, with a long and mysterious aura, and it was difficult to perceive the depth of the realm.

He Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, and bowed to that place: "I've seen Master Bai."

"Fellow Daoist He, you don't need to be too polite."

A gentle voice came from the jade-like light.

He Wei stopped talking, sat cross-legged on Yuntou, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.

Lengshan is still so quiet, there is no trace of any activity for thousands of miles, only the gazelle can be seen occasionally among the weeds and willows.

Of course, not everything you see is real.

This is the most dangerous place in Chaotian Continent. I don't know how many monsters and monsters are hiding in the deep canyons, behind the formations and underground.

If it were any other cultivator who stared down arrogantly like He Wei, he would inevitably receive countless attacks.

But He Wei's realm strength is too strong, and members of the evil faction are not willing to provoke him easily.

Most importantly, with the wife of the head of the Zhongzhou faction here, who would dare to come out to die?

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The deepest part of the Scarlet Canyon is still a monotonous and dry cliff, but there are many buildings on the cliff protected by a large array.

Compared with the main altar that was destroyed by the Qingshan sect, the current general altar of the Xuanyin sect is far inferior in all aspects, but it is also very difficult to break through.

The beams and pillars in Xuanyin Hall are made of black jade, exuding a faint smell of blood, and there is a certain dryness hidden in the depths.

In the deepest part of the main hall, there is a curtain made of heavenly blood beads, behind which there is a soft couch.

A middle-aged man was lying on the couch with an elegant breath, clear eyebrows and straight eyes. It was Su Qige, Su Qige, the Suzerain of Xuanyin.

He has been paralyzed for many years because of his madness, but he is still alive after this civil strife in the Xuanyin sect.

Gao Ya is the only surviving seventh-generation elder of the Xuanyin Sect. He was born extremely thin, with dry cheeks, as if his vitality had been exhausted, but if one looked into the deepest part of his eyes, one could see extremely strong ambition and desire.

He looked at the two glaring white lights on the formation map, his face was a little dignified, and he said, "What does the suzerain think?"

Su Qige glanced at Gao Ya, and said calmly: "Since Master Bai made the move himself, how can we look at it, we just wait for death."

Gao Ya sneered and said: "If these old thieves could destroy the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Banners, our faction would have been wiped out long ago. Why wait until today?"

Su Qige closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Gao Ya looked at a young man and said solemnly: "Young Master, don't be afraid, even the Tongtian Immortal can't break the formation of our sect's mountain gate."

The young man's legs and feet were a bit inconvenient, so he walked slowly to the window, looked at the sky that was reddened by the fire, and said, "What exactly do the real Bai and the head of Kunlun want to do?"

"It should be because they knew what happened in Tianmen a few days ago. They came here to demonstrate. The so-called inconsistency between good and evil, young master, you have to get used to this kind of scene."

Gao Ya looked at the young man's back and said, with a mocking look in his eyes.

You are just a puppet, why do you want to do these things, do you really think that you are the master of Xuanyin Sect?

The young man turned around, and it turned out to be Wang Xiaoming, Shi Fengchen's adoptive son.

I don't know what kind of adventures he experienced after leaving Chaoge City, he actually cultivated a whole body of evil skills, and even became the young master of Xuanyin Sect.

He didn't see the mocking look in Gao Ya's eyes a moment ago, but it didn't affect him to have an idea: this person should be killed.

Then he looked at Su Qige, the suzerain of Xuanyin who was on the couch, and wondered whether he should be killed or not?

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The evil monsters in Lengshan have all sensed the arrival of He Wei, the head of Kunlun, and Bai Zhenren of Zhongzhou Pai.

They don't know why these two righteous figures appear here and what they want to do, but fear never needs a reason.

The sects with the large formation of the mountain gate quickly increased the strength of the formation, while the casual cultivators without it hurriedly fled to the ground.

Those remnants of the Gorefiend Cult who had been hiding for many years were desperately flying deep into the underground cave, even knowing that the front was very dangerous.

There are countless caves in the Chaotian Continent, many of which can lead to the underworld, but because the passages are too narrow and the natural restrictions are too strong, only the weakest wandering souls can pass through. A powerful monster like the disciple of the underworld master can only appear in the human world through projection, just like in Mingcui Valley back then.

There are only a few places that can be called the passage between the ground and the underworld. In addition to the well-known whirlpool, one is the Soul Gathering Valley in Lengshan. However, it has been sealed by the Zhongzhou faction many years ago, and now only some monsters from the underworld are lucky enough to come here occasionally. The other place is not far from the East China Sea.

There is a pit in the verdant valley.

The pit is extremely deep, and its bottom is unknown.

This is called Tongtianjing.

No practitioner knows why it is called this name.

Shuiyue Nunnery is located on the mountain more than ten miles away from Tongtianjing, and can suppress the ghosts of the underworld who run out of it at any time.

A more accurate statement should be that the great Donghai God nun built this Shuiyue Nunnery here countless years ago to suppress the demons of the Underworld.

The Chaotian Continent has been peaceful for more than two hundred years, and the activities of the Underworld have become significantly less, and they have almost disappeared in recent decades.

The open patio has also been quiet for many years.

One spring day, the tranquility here was suddenly broken.

More than ten disciples of Shuiyue Nunnery floated up guarding a small sedan chair with green curtains, and inside the sedan chair was the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Nunnery.

A moment later, the golden cloud came into being to meet the morning glow, and the lotus boat slowly descended. The abbot of Guocheng Temple and the chief Duhai master of Lutang brought eighteen ascetic monks to Tongtianjing.

The sound of chanting resounded, echoing in the verdant valley.

The scriptures with a faint golden light were woven into a web like a cassock, slowly falling down into the pit.

There were countless hissing sounds in the open courtyard, like a red-hot knife being poured with cold water.

I don't know how many wandering souls died instantly.

The dark and cold breath slowly sank until it could no longer be felt.