"Um?"

Nalan Yu raised his eyes slightly and stared at the blue sky with his eyebrows. He seemed to be vaguely aware of something at this moment. Then he changed his words, bowed his head and said bluntly: "I will give you two choices."

"First, if you agree to my 'Three Swords Agreement', I can give you another month to prepare a challenger; otherwise, second, since your clan 'Yan You' has been lost, I don't mind

, let the Charming Sword 'Shyu' also break through the sealed treasure pavilion together, and go to the various heavens to accompany it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not give the people in front of him any more room to hesitate and discuss. The lingering wind blew around him slightly, and the gray figure gradually blurred, and soon disappeared in place.

Shortly after Nalan Yu left, before everyone could discuss the countermeasures, the green light and shadow dispersed, and the figure of the deacon elder Murong Xun finally slowly emerged and landed in front of Murong Yuan.

"How about it, the Supreme Elder, is he willing to help?"

Facing Murong Yuan's piercing gaze, Murong Xun paused for a moment, sighed softly, and finally had to shake his head slowly.

"Clan leader, the Supreme Elder's will is already clear. This is the calamity that our Murong clan is facing now, and we cannot use force to solve it. Moreover, the elder also said that he has stopped asking about clan affairs, unless our clan encounters a disaster.

Otherwise, I will never step out of the deserted palace for the rest of my life."

"Alas...what can we do?"

When Murong Yuan heard this, he was startled at first, then slowly lowered his head, let out a long sigh, looked deeply into Wangyue Pavilion for the last time, and then waved his sleeves and left slowly.

After Murong Yuan left, the mirror master, Qian Bai elders, two clan elders, and many clan descendants all retreated nervously. At this moment, only Murong Yu, Murong Lei and Murong Mian were left in front of Wangyue Pavilion.

stay.

Murong Lei raised her head slightly and stared at the sky above her head, as if she was meditating on something. Murong Yu, who was on the side, saw that Murong Mian was pacing back and forth in front of the pavilion with a slightly strange look on his face.

"Okay! Murong Mian, stop walking around in front of me. What are you thinking about? The old guy said so. The sacred object 'Yan You' must be in his hand."

"No. His words once again confirmed that my guess was right. There must be a traitor among the inner clan! But, for some reason, even the Eleventh Prince's 'Tianji Line' couldn't find the Holy Sword.

Where..."

Murong Mian suddenly stopped in his steps, turned around and looked at Murong Yu, asserting in a deep voice, but at the end he couldn't help but frown, as if he didn't quite trust the efficacy of the foreign matter that Murong Yu held.

"I said Murong Mian, what do you mean? My prince's foreign object 'Tian Ji Xian', as long as 'Yan You' is still in the ancient city of Xiangxiu, it is impossible not to find it. I think it must be your reasoning.

question."

"Hey, Leimei, you come to judge."

Murong Yu glared at Murong Mian fiercely, and immediately wanted to turn around and look at Murong Lei who was standing behind him. However, when he looked around, there was no trace of the latter around him.

"Where is Lei Mei, where has she gone?"

"Looking at the direction she left, she probably went to Feng Yuanju." Murong Mian looked up at the place where Murong Lei left just now, and after thinking for a while, he answered calmly.

"Feng Yuan Residence? Isn't that the place where this girl Zhi Yao lives..."

On the side of Fengjun Mountain shrouded in colorful clouds and mist, there is a pavilion looming in the shadow of thick bamboos. Murong Yu looked at it slightly, his face was stunned, and he murmured to himself.

Northern suburb of Pingyang District, Songhai City, hills and mountains, blue Rakshasa Castle.

In front of the bluestone clearing, Shao Yang and Yan San were facing each other, several meters apart. At this moment, Yan San had just suffered the backlash from the inexplicable light seal on Mo Qingyu's body, and his entire right palm was still stiff and difficult to swing.

Yan San's eyelids twitched slightly, and he had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground, trying to use his kung fu to dissolve the cold air in his palms and arms.

Shao Yang looked at Yan San, who was in a state of healing, with a look of surprise in his eyes. But he couldn't think too much at the moment. After taking a look at Mo Qingyu, who was still unconscious in his arms, Shao Yang stood up slowly.

Enduring the severe pain in his fingers, he carried Mo Qingyu on his back and wanted to take the opportunity to leave.

"Want to leave?"

Yan San, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened his gaze and stared at Shao Yang. Although he was unable to move in the state of exercise, his stern face showed a bit of sternness: "Lao Wu, stop them!"

"Hey hey hey——"

A strange, slightly high-pitched laughter suddenly came from the jungle on the side. Then a dozen figures slowly appeared and approached, almost forming a ring, surrounding Shao Yang and Mo Qingyu.

"hateful."

Shao Yang glanced around, and finally his eyes rested on the man in Tsing Yi in front of him, whom Yan San called Lao Wu, and his teeth suddenly clenched.

Judging from the ranking of the top brass of the dark domain organization, this person, whom Yan San calls Lao Wu, must be very good at martial arts.

Shao Yang stepped back and moved slightly. His years of solving murder cases made him detect an aura of danger that seemed not to be present in this person.

"Third Master, I didn't expect that even you would fall into the hands of this kid."

The man in Tsing Yi, named Shangguan Wu, ranks fifth on the list of masters of the dark domain organization Tianluo Palace and Black Wings, but brutal force is not his specialty. What he is good at is the movement and lightness of the body.

He turned around and glanced at Yan San with a surprised look on his face, then turned to lock Shao Yang with a slightly focused gaze: "It seems that you, the four-eyed guy, are quite capable."

"There's no way this brat can hurt me. It's that girl on her back! She's a little weird, fifth child, you have to be careful."

Yan San glanced at Shangguan Wu angrily, and also looked at Shao Yang, and Mo Qingyu who was supporting him unconsciously. The light seal that he had hit with his palm appeared in his mind, and his face couldn't help but change again.

A sinking.

"Don't worry, that girl has passed out. I have plenty of ways to deal with this brat."

Shangguan Wu grinned again, his dark skin reflecting bright white light under the sun.

He glanced at Shao Yang's left hand, which was still dripping with blood, with amusement, and told a subordinate in black next to him: "Go and get the cloth bag containing the money next to this kid."

"Yes." A man in black beside him agreed repeatedly, and quickly stepped forward, picked up the cloth bag on Shao Yang's side, turned back, and handed it to Shangguan Wu.

"Open it." Shangguan glanced at the bag with five eyes and continued to give instructions.

"ah!"

A scream came from the mouth of the subordinate. It turned out that as soon as he opened the bag, a vise popped out and directly pinched several of his fingers, causing blood to flow freely.

"Good boy, how dare you play tricks on me?!"

When Shangguan Wu saw this scene, the original indifferent expression on his face was also covered with anger. His body was slightly tilted, the wind was rushing under his feet, and his whole person suddenly disappeared in place.

Shao Yang's delicate face changed color instantly, and he wanted to take a step to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was much faster than he could imagine. In a breath, Shangguan Wu had quietly come behind him, and stretched out one palm and one claw.

Shao Yang was unable to move with Mo Qingyu on his back, so he turned sideways and kicked out, but missed. At this time, the wind from his palm came, and he could only let go of one hand to block it, only to feel that his back was empty, and Mo Qingyu had been hit by the wind.

Shangguan Wu hugged him and left!

"Let him go!"

"You'd better not be impulsive, otherwise -"

Shao Yang's eyes were reddish, and he stared at Shangguan Wu who was holding Mo Qingyu in front of him, but the latter smiled strangely, and the back of his hand was like a blade, already pressed under Mo Qingyu's jade neck.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

His teeth were clenched, his right hand was clenched under his body, and there was a creaking sound between the joints. Shao Yang looked at Mo Qingyu who was being held in Shangguan Wu's hand, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but question in a deep voice.

"Since you are not trustworthy and used a fake banknote bag to plot against me, then I naturally have to let you taste the consequences of doing so."

Shangguan Wu let out an evil sneer from his mouth, and then turned his head to look at Mo Qingyu in his arms. He brought his nose close and sniffed hard, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You bastard! If you dare to touch her, I will make you lose both your life and wealth!"

Shao Yang said the cruel words, and at this moment, without caring about anything else, he took out the life-saving thing from his body that Liu Qingyi gave him before they parted that day.

"What is this?"

Shangguan Wu looked at the green jade bottle tightly held in Shao Yang's hand with slightly doubtful eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a casual smile.

"The soul is gone." Shao Yang frowned and replied solemnly.

"Haha - how is it possible that the secret holy medicine of the 'Murong Clan' will appear in your hands?"

"It seems that you have forgotten that my friend Liu Qingyi is a member of the 'Murong Clan', right? The soul is scattered, invisible and tasteless. As long as a drop of volatilization can fill the air within a few feet around. If it is inhaled by the human body, it will be in the mouth and nose.

It can make the whole body weak in a short period of time. No matter how strong the skill is, it will take half an hour of concentration and luck to force it out."

Shao Yang slowly described the effects of 'Soul Removing', and when these words fell into the ears of Shangguan Wu and Yan San, their faces gradually darkened.

Shangguan Wu's expression changed, but he finally chose to turn his head away from Mo Qingyu, and then looked at Shao Yang and suggested: "Why don't you give me the 'Living Soul' in your hand, and I will return this girl to you.

how?"

"Do you think I am a three-year-old child? Even if you give me back, with your skills, it will be easy to catch me again. Unless——"

"Unless what?" Shangguan Wu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that could not be vented in his heart, narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"I can give you this bottle of 'Left Soul' and the real two million in cash, as long as you promise to let us go."

"no!"

Shangguanwu refused with almost no discussion or consideration. If he let Shao Yang escape like this today, how would he explain to his boss after he and others returned?

"It seems that you really want to try to see how effective my 'soul separation' is..."
Chapter completed!