The sword dripped blood. Looking at a red-robed disciple under his feet, Jun Wuming thought silently. This was already the seventh disciple. These seven people were all in the late stage of the sixth level. In addition, Jun Wuming was cautious and every time he killed someone, he would deal with all clues. These seven people could not resist the assassination of a holy-level powerful man like Jun Wuming.

The sword energy shook, and thousands of cold lights came. The body of the red-robed disciple was instantly torn apart by the sword energy, and blood evaporated in the fire.

"Three more"

He remembered silently in his heart, glanced at the cave of the red-robed disciple. The mist of fire in the cave rose, and the fire energy rose out from the central suppression point. Jun Wuming took a casual shot and took a fire-red token on the ground into his palm.

Formation token.

Jun Wuming looked at this object slightly and turned his eyes away. This object was a thing that controls and suppresses this formation.

With a casual wave, the token fell on the eye of the formation, and red lights filled the place to suppress the formation instead of the disciple.

The remaining three people are located in the Fire Eye Treasure Points on the left and right. This is the fire eye in the fire pool, and the pure Fire Eye Vitality underground. Practicing here for a year is comparable to other places for three years. The three people have a profound Taoism, and only they can enjoy this benefit.

"Senior Brother Zheng, please see me"

Jun Wuming flashed along the fiery red rock wall and suddenly came to a circular valley a hundred feet away. The red flames rose, and all he saw were the earthly evil flames with extremely high temperatures. Jun Wuming was wearing the flame velvets of those disciples. As soon as these flames approached, they were absorbed by the flame velvets.

"Junior Brother Yu?"

In the center of the flame, a short, red-haired old man sat cross-legged. At this time, he opened his eyes and looked at the tall young man in red robe strangely, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Zheng, Master has important things to convey to you."

Jun Wuming looked serious and walked in slowly.

"slow……"

When the short old man saw Jun Wuming walking in, his face changed and he was about to stop him. However, he looked up and found that the young man in red robe was coming through the air like an ice-blue lightning, and the bitter cold air was shining through his bones.

The short old man subconsciously stimulated a layer of red invisible energy in front of him to protect his body.

"die"

However, the sword light was like lightning, and the sword light carried a sharp light that exterminated everything, instantly tore apart the invisible energy and entered the heart.

Bang

The sword light in his body exploded, and the blood light disappeared by the invisible sword energy. At the same time, a ray of wind and thunder lightning surged in Jun Wuming's hand, and he hit the old man's corpse hard. Amid a faint and subtle cry, the old man's Yang Shen was instantly shattered by the wind and thunder energy.

A roll of fire, there was no trace of it in place.

Song Lun stood in the middle of the Fire Pool. He was the eldest disciple of the Qinghua Palace and the powerful heir to the next generation of the sects. He was well-versed in his Taoism and extraordinary ingenuity. He enjoyed benefits that others could not reach.

The fire pool is constructed from the principle of wood and fire interaction. The center is lit not other flames, but the fire of life containing the vitality. With such a treasure land, Song Lun can feel his own progress almost at any time.

Blood is connected to the gods, and its magic power is as rolling as the peak of the seventh level of the pearl. It is only a little short of being able to cast an eighth level holy body, becoming an important figure among the sects.

But at this moment, he felt a little uneasy, as if there was a sign of a disaster.

"Restless?"

A faintly, he felt his hair stand up. Song Lun's face looked very ugly. Huochi is a major sect and is under numerous strong protections. How could it be dangerous?

"Senior Brother"

At this moment, a slightly rapid voice came from outside.

"Senior brother, no, an enemy broke in."

"What, an enemy broke in"

As if confirming the uneasiness in the soul, Song Lun "was" so he had to stand up from his seat and look at the tall disciple who was stained with blood in his chest and abdomen in front of him.

"Junior Brother Yu, who hurt you like this?"

A hint of anger flashed across his face, and a green flame was surging between his eyebrows, as if it was bursting at any time.

Puchi

Blood light burst out, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest and abdomen. Song Lun stared blankly at the tall disciple in front of him. Gradually, the tall disciple in front of him turned into another appearance, wearing black clothes, with a cold eyes.

This person is Jun Wuming. When he came here, another disciple was also killed silently by him just now.

"Bang"

The loud noise exploded in the flames, and unexpectedly caught Jun Wuming's face changed and quickly fled.

"Can warn"

Jun Wuming looked ugly, but unexpectedly something went wrong in the end. This seventh-level peak disciple was indeed extraordinary. Although he wiped out his life with his sword, he exploded with his soul at the last moment, trying to attract the attention of another powerful man in the mountain.

Whoosh

Green light surged in the sky, and a figure broke out into the sky and came quickly towards this place.

Jun Wuming's face changed, his figure turned again, and he immediately turned into the killing peak seventh-level disciple.

Puchi

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and his face turned pale in an instant. A purple-black flashed by in his hand.

"Nephew Song"

With a majestic momentum, the rolling green energy lingered around him, as if it was a living green spirit. This is a middle-aged man with a black haired lifelike vitality on his body, his skin shining with crystal luster, and his green and wide robe was filled with vitality.

This middle-aged man is the chief elder Qingyu Garden, and is also the fifth-ranked elder in Qinghua Palace. He has a high position and is in charge of Qingyu Garden.

When the middle-aged man saw "Song Lun" being injured, his face was pale and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes. This disciple is the supreme disciple of the head sect, but there must not be any accident here. He glanced at the surroundings and frowned slightly.

"Mr. Nephew, are you injured?"

"Uncle Qingyu, I just practiced martial arts and got into trouble and hurt the inner palace."

"Song Lun, smiling bitterly, his face turned pale, as if bloodless, and was shaking.

"Mr. Nephew, don't move around. Wait for the uncle to wish you heal with his green jade skills."

The middle-aged man quickly supported Song Lun, and at the same time, he used his skills in his hands. A green force full of vitality poured in from Song Lun, like a surging tide rushing into the meridians.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man frowned, and a sudden light flashed in his eyes.

"You are not Song Lun's nephew, who are you?"

As soon as the magic power entered Jun Wuming's body, he found that the person in front of him was clearly practicing a huge water-attributed power, not Song Lun's flame power at all.

The magic power in his palm surged like a tide, and instantly turned from a trickle to a storm and sank into Jun Wuming's body. The terrifying green light carried the aura of destruction, intending to shatter Jun Wuming's meridians in his body.

Jun Wuming sat cross-legged, smiled, his figure changed, and slowly restored his appearance. He allowed the middle-aged man in blue to pour magic power into his body. His body seemed like a bottomless pit, firmly sucking the hands of the middle-aged man and swallowing the magic power infused by the middle-aged man in blue.

A shock flashed in his eyes. Seeing such a strange phenomenon, the middle-aged man in blue changed his face and wanted to evacuate his hands. However, what frightened him was that there seemed to be an inexplicable black hole on Jun Wuming's back that stuck to his hands, and he could not move at all. He could only let the rolling magic power be extracted by others.

In the divine man's palace, a white-robed Taoist whirled a thin white eyebrows, as if it had transformed into circles of whirlpools. Once the magic power of the Qingyu Elder poured in, it would be absorbed by him.

Puchi

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in blue sprayed out a mouthful of purple-black blood, his face turned purple-black. Even the corners of his mouth and eyes changed into purple. The blood fell on the earth, emitting a gloomy cold air.

"Are you poisoned?"

The middle-aged man in Qing was shocked to find that he had been infected with a strange and hidden poison at some point.

His whole body was numb, and he was even moved that even his soul became stiff and his operation was not effective.

"I just realized it's too late"

Sitting cross-legged, Jun Wuming's expression remained unchanged, and he still had a faint smile, but the smile was filled with a sense of cruelty.

When he pretended to be injured, he secretly wiped a layer of poisonous juice from the "Three Leaf Soul-Breaking Grass" on his hand.

The growth of the "Three-Leaf Soul-Breaking Grass" and the deep mountains and forests are a poisonous weed produced by the essence of miasma in the deep mountains. The leaves are circling like snakes, and one leaf in a thousand years, with a total of nine leaves.

Jun Wuming used the "Three-Leaf Soul-Breaking Grass" for three thousand years. If it can grow completely and generate nine leaves, then even if it is rashly contaminated by mythical power, it may not be able to escape a life.

This poisonous weed was originally obtained by Jun Wuming on Qingfeng Mountain. At that time, the toad spirit intended to use this poisonous weed to plot against the nine-tailed fox girl, but he intercepted it on the spot. He kept this item, but this time he plotted against the middle-aged man in green, and he succeeded in one move.

"Even if I die, I won't let you have a good life."

Despair flashed in the middle-aged man in green. The poisonous weed was far beyond his imagination, and instantly numb his internal organs. Seeing that his soul was also weak, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

It's better to break jade than to be full

"I want to explode"

Jun Wuming sneered, his divine power was circulating, and a powerful force came from behind him. The middle-aged man in green who was placed with both hands behind Jun Wuming was caught off guard and was hit by bombardment.

Bang

The huge force instantly shattered Qingyu's arms, and the terrifying force continued to hit Qingyu's chest.

His chest could not bear the huge force and collapsed in an instant. In an instant, a sword light suddenly appeared from Jun Wuming's hand. When the sword light turned, a terrifying light flashed in Qingyu's eyes. A faint luster filled his pupils. In an instant, he fell into eternal darkness.

The soul is destroyed.

Poor that the powerful cultivation level in the late stage of the Green Jade Holy Level was actually plotted to succeed by Jun Wuming. The body and soul were destroyed.

"I want to explode myself, I'll ask the sword in my hand first."

He Ran sneered, looking at the middle-aged man in green who was killed by a sword, Jun Wuming mocked him on his face.

"No intention to calculate and have intention"

The Taoist in the white robe shook his head.

"However, it is not unfair to die in your hands. The clever layout and round assassination methods are simply seamless."

"Even the gold medal killer in the dark can't do it so neatly."

After the words came, the Taoist in the white robe seemed to remember something and burst into laughter.

"I almost forgot that your previous life was the supreme in the darkness and the king in the killer."

"These disciples of the great sect who are very weak in vigilance are indeed not enough for you."
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