Three days later.

The area controlled by Immortals, Sihai City.

The second floor of "Mountain Teahouse".

A young man in black slowly sipped the spiritual tea in the cup with an expression of enjoyment.

Soon, there was a knock on the wooden door of the cubicle, and a lean young man walked in quickly, put a note on the table, and then said without looking back: "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

Then he quickly walked downstairs and left.

The young man in black took the note in his hand, looked at it, burned it into ashes, and put away the ashes.

"Room A, No. 3, Lianbao Pavilion."

Repeating it in his mind, the young man stood up and paid for the tea. Under the respectful greeting of the boss, he left the teahouse and walked directly to a deserted place in the east of the city.

Soon, he appeared in a gray stone building guarded by various protective formations.

Just standing at the door for a moment, many Hedao and even Taoist monks came in and out.

"Hello, do you need anything?"

Soon, an old man in gray robes with Taoist cultivation walked out quickly and asked politely to the young man in black standing at the door.

However, while asking, he still checked the young man's cultivation.

After sensing that the other party had river cultivation, the old man's face immediately showed a respectful look.

Judging from the other party's age, he is definitely under a hundred years old.

A person who can reach the level of Hedao cultivation within a hundred years of age is at least a genius among all major sects.

Such characters must have strong backgrounds.

Being able to stand in front of the Lianbao Pavilion means a big deal.

"I have a relic, and I want to use your treasure refining pavilion to complete the final memorial ceremony for it. I just don't know if the fire you have here can meet my requirements?"

The young man in black asked casually.

The old man quickly invited him into the building. In a separate secret room, the young man in black took out the things he wanted to sacrifice.

"This is..." The old man just saw the sword in the young man's hand. After being stunned for a moment, he looked shocked and said: "Qing-Qing Lin-"

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword in the young man's hand pierced half an inch into the old man's brain, instantly shattering all his spiritual power.

The young man then muttered to himself: "This method of breaking the soul and fixing the spirit can only last for half the time of burning the incense. Then as his soul collapses, his life lamp will definitely go out, which means I only have half the time to burn the incense.

"

The air around his body suddenly fluctuated, and his appearance and breath suddenly became the same as this old man!

Then, with a smile on his face, the old man opened the door to the secret room, walked out, and headed straight for the A-shaped secret room!

The young man in black who transformed into an old man was none other than Xu Feng who was heading to the Blood Sea Pavilion.

Let him come to Sihai City just to kill one person!

The former direct disciple of the Seventh Elder of Xuanmeng——Zhuo Shiqing!

This was the last person on his list that he could easily kill now.

As for others, they are either deep in the Xianxie controlled area, or their whereabouts are simply elusive.

And the reason why he chose this time to take action was to catch him by surprise.

Everyone thought he was going to the Blood Sea Pavilion to negotiate.

Even if this information was passed to Xian Ni, no one would have thought that he would dare to appear in Sihai City to assassinate Zhuo Shiqing at this time.

However, Xu Feng not only thought so, he actually did it.

In front of the secret room No. 3.

Xu Feng slowly moved his arm and rang a bell in front of the secret room door.

This is an item specially set up outside the secret room to contact the monks in the secret room in case of emergency.

As long as you use spiritual power to activate it, a slight sound can be heard in the secret room.

This bell has been treated with special textures, and the sound it makes will not frighten the monks, but can wake them up from a certain fixed state.

As the bell was rung, a strange energy soon appeared in the secret room, and it suddenly became alive.

There is an aura of majesty mixed in this elemental power, which is obviously immortal power.

boom--

With a slight roar, the door to the secret room was slowly opened, and a young man with slumped eyebrows who looked a bit wretched appeared at the door. He frowned, looked at Xu Feng outside the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, Xu Feng took a step forward with an anxious look on his face and whispered: "There is news from outside that the headquarters of the Immortal Alliance has been taken away by the human race. Thousands of immortals have fled in all directions. The human race has already reached the outside of Sihai City!"

Zhuo Shiqing's originally frowning brows suddenly flattened, and he said in shock: "What?!"

Just as his mind was shaking, the old man in gray clothes in front of him suddenly became distorted.

Zhuo Shiqing instantly noticed something unusual. He was exhausted and rushed back. He took a step back suddenly, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Then he heard a voice coming from behind: "Rogue cultivator Duanmu Qing, forty-two years old, died at the Demon's Edge battlefield."

Eighty-seven thousand miles in the Blood Soul Valley..."

"Cultivated to the ninth level of Yun Shen, his heart was broken when he died, and he was killed by a single blow."

"Holding the Northern Feather Fan, one loves wine the most!"

Zhuo Shiqing didn't even have time to hear these last few words clearly before his soul died and his energy collapsed.

Even the immortal essence that he usually relied on the most did not play any protective role.

Slowly drawing out the Green Scale Sword, Xu Feng walked out of the secret room and disappeared into the street.

A moment later, a shocking roar rose into the sky from the center of Sihai City, shocking the whole city.

However, there was nowhere to vent his anger.

Because the murderer has long since fled thousands of miles without a trace.

On the spot, only a jar of wine was left.
Chapter completed!