Hidden within the lurking

The people at Xiangshan Pavilion became even more curious and went to inquire about the origins of the three people, only to find that all the insiders had been given a gag order and were not allowed to reveal the information about the visitors.

The next day, another news came out:

"The second elder has obtained the consent of the Pavilion Master and personally went to pick up Uncle Fang's clone. She left the sect last night and is missing."

The second elder's beloved disciple Song Cuili was so anxious that he ran to see the pavilion master.

"Pavilion Master, the demonic cultivator who killed Uncle Fang is still at large. Master goes out alone, and there is a risk of something unexpected happening. Please send more experts to keep her safe."

"She'll be fine."

"Disciple is really worried, not to mention that the demon cultivator may have accomplices."

"Your master is in the late stage of integration, and she is accompanied by a very powerful mid-stage integration foreign aid, as well as his two Nascent Soul descendants.

With the addition of your Uncle Fang's clone, even if the demon cultivator has accomplices, they will be able to escape unscathed.

Don't worry, just go to a small seaside city in the south. Although there is no teleportation array, with their strength, they can fly back to the sect in seven or eight days.

Once your master gets close, a message will be sent, and I will personally take people to respond."

"Oh, thank you Pavilion Master, this will put your disciple at ease."

"Remember, this matter must not be spread outside."

At this time, Jin Ziming, Ye Ranyi, Ye Qirui and Yu Qian were flying south. The journey was extremely smooth, and three days later, they arrived safely at Yaqing City on the seaside.

Yu Qian led the way and the four of them walked into a private house. Jin Ziming finally saw the clone of his mother's master Fang Min.

This is a tall old man with a majestic appearance, and his eyes are full of love when he looks at the rough man.

Her eyes were red, and she said with a smile: "You are Qingyin's child, and you have become the leading monastic genius in the Hongqing world. These years have been really hard on you, Xiangshan Pavilion and I can't help you."

"Master, please don't say that, I understand your difficulties."

Then he introduced Ye Qirui and his fiancee. After sitting down, he explained the follow-up plan to Fang Min.

The five people set out that night. On their way back to Xiangshan Pavilion, the five demon cultivators were eagerly waiting. The leader of the group was none other than Wu Chuanxiong, Wu Qiu's father.

He released his spiritual consciousness and paid close attention to the movements in the south.

Old Mo Xiang Renjie also came, along with three Nascent Souls, namely Wei Yuxi, Wu Chuanxiong's eldest disciple, and a pair of masters and apprentices from Mofeng Ridge, Qi Li and Qu Feng.

"Junior Brother Xiang, when those guys arrive, you hold off the foreign aid who is in the middle stage of the integration. I will deal with the two elders of Xiangshan Pavilion as soon as possible. Is that okay?" Wu Chuanxiong said.

"Don't worry, Brother Wizard, I will try to kill him directly."

"Okay, the remaining two Nascent Souls will be handed over to the three of you. That young man is probably the murderer of Wu Qiu and Cheng Zui. Don't kill him and keep him alive.

Take him back, Yu Du and Ma Kui still want to take it out to vent their anger. Well, the other party is only five miles away from us, everyone, please prepare." Wu Chuanxiong ordered.

Ye Qirui, who was flying south, sent a message to the four of them:

"The great elder reminded that there are five people on the other side, and the leaders are a combined Dzogchen peak and a mid-level powerful.

There are also three Nascent Souls, one in the middle stage and two in the Great Perfection, one of which is already in the critical state of breaking through to integration."

The five people continued to fly forward, and the ground suddenly shook slightly. Wu Chuanxiong stepped out of the area and covered all the enemies.

He took the lead and rushed towards the prey. Just when the five demons were about to approach the target, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the field.

The wind was not strong, but it was extremely strange. With the tyrannical cultivation of the five demon cultivators, it was blown to three different directions uncontrollably.

Wu Chuanxiong was horrified. In his field, the opponent could still do whatever he wanted, and his cultivation level was at least in the early stage of Mahayana.

He flew farther and farther, and it took a while before he started to fall.

On the hillside ahead, the two female cultivators from Xiangshan Pavilion looked at him leisurely and pointed, showing no signs of making any move.

Wu Chuanxiong hesitated and said, no matter the flood, he would kill these two old ladies first.

He held the ball with both hands and threw a black and white ball of light and shadow that was surrounded by magic flames and flew towards the two women at high speed.

The ball rotated at high speed and grew rapidly. Just as it was about to hit the opponent's head, a big hand suddenly emerged from the void and grabbed it.

He immediately retreated and suddenly threw it at Wu Chuanxiong, which was more than five times faster than before.

The old demon was shocked and quickly used his spiritual thoughts to divert the magic ball away, but was shocked to find that the connection between his soul and the ball had been severed.

It was too late to dodge now, so he had to wave his palms and push to the right side of the magic ball, trying to push it away.

Ye Fujiang pointed out and injected a strange force into the ball. Wu Chuanxiong's palm touched the edge of the ball and was about to exert force along the cut surface.

Unexpectedly, the magic ball sucked his palms in, and his whole body rotated with the ball, and he hit a mountain at high speed.

This guy was decisive and immediately cut off both of his wrists before being thrown away. Then a loud noise was heard, and the big ball and the mountain were torn apart.

Wu Chuanxiong did not rush to regenerate his arms, but turned into black smoke and fled away quickly.

He passed through his own field easily, and then bumped into a True Lord-level barrier.

"There is no escape, the only option is to fight and die with dignity."

He regained his human form, regenerated his limbs, and held a pair of magic hooks in his hands, one black, one white, one long and one short.

Just when he was concentrating and preparing to go shopping, he suddenly discovered that the barrier he had just touched had been contaminated with a layer of gray gas.

Now his "clothes" have changed from black to gray, and the gray clothes that appeared inexplicably shrank inward, wrapping up his body and soul.

The old devil realized with frustration that even the chance to fight to the death had been deprived of him.

Xiang Renjie was swept into a valley by the strong wind. When he fell down, he found a righteous monk of the same rank looking at him jokingly.

He knew in his heart that today would be a bad day, so he just wanted to get rid of his opponent as soon as possible in order to find a chance to break through.

The figure drew an arc in the air, and an awl with a black light was shot towards Ye Qirui.

On top of the cone, a small snake is entangled, and it screams, which is breathtaking. As the black cone flies, "black smoke" continues to emit.

It was full of tiny black bees, which echoed the little snakes and made a "buzzing" sound. The two sound waves were superimposed, making people even more uncomfortable.

Ye Qirui has a body made of pure gold and specializes in the art of killing. He used his protective shield and brandished a dark, dull magic sword.

The murderous ancient sword struck the magic cone, cutting off the little snake, and the sword's intention crushed the swarm of black bees into powder.

Xiang Renjie didn't expect his opponent's sword to be so sharp. With a slight movement of his mind, the two snake bodies rejoined in the air and returned to their original state.

The powder transformed by the poisonous bee splashed onto Ye Qirui's light mask and turned into countless small pointed insects.

They resisted the shield and twisted their bodies wildly. Many of them got in, and then fired at the enemy.

Ye Qirui activated his killing sword intent, igniting a layer of "black fire" on his body surface to burn the insects that flew in. But three extremely fast ones got into his body first.

The omnipresent sword intent in Ye Qirui's flesh and blood spontaneously blocked him, stopped him, and wanted to kill him.

But the strange thing is that the bug suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and when it reappeared, it had moved into his consciousness. Ye Qirui was shocked and hurriedly used his soul shield to intercept it.

The three little insects changed again. They turned into black smoke and floated deep into the opponent's soul. Everything they passed was corroded by the poisonous mist.

The genius of the Ye family did not expect that he would become possessed by the devil just after meeting him.

He could only resist the attack of the external black cone, while using his soul power to create an open sphere and try his best to suck out the black smoke.

His absolute combat power was superior to that of Xiang Renjie, but due to carelessness, he was forced to fight on two fronts. The two were barely able to draw and reached a stalemate for a while.

Jin Ye and the other two also waited for the three Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators who would be used to practice their skills.

Fairy Ye held the ten-thousand-year black turtle shell in her hand and released a blue-grey halo that instantly enveloped the weakest Qu Feng.

The natal magic sword turned into a mustard seed, following the line of cause and effect, and penetrated into the demon cultivator's recent dream.

Through the connection between the magic sword and himself, Ye Ranyi saw that Qu Feng was being scolded by his master Qi Li, and was trembling with fear, not daring to go beyond it in the slightest.

Mustard Seed looked on with cold eyes, and neither the master nor the disciples in the dream noticed this "uninvited guest".

Ye Xianzi did not wait for the opportunity to make an easy move, and simply manipulated Mustard Seed to escape into another dream of Qu Feng.

The demonic cloud dissipated, Qu Feng succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, and was promoted to a Golden Elixir monk. Although he was extremely weak, he was satisfied with his ambitions and hesitantly satisfied with his ambitions.

Ye Xianzi was overjoyed, and immediately used the dream as a cause to connect the fruits of the past, and the mustard seeds moved out of thin air to that glorious moment that passed away.

The new Jindan music style was looking forward to an infinitely better future. Suddenly a sword was thrust out of the void, white light flashed across, and the head fell to the ground.

In reality, in the blink of an eye, before Qi Li and Wei Yuxi could take action, they heard a muffled groan behind them, Qu Feng fell to the ground inexplicably, and his body, soul, and Yuanying all died.

This unpredictable attack method made the two demon cultivators excited.

Qi Li, who was at the peak of the Great Perfection, was saddened by the loss of his beloved disciple, and rushed towards Ye Xianzi first. He swung out his brown gloves, sending sand and rocks flying, and his fists were also covered by yellow sand.

Wei Yuxi waved his magic wand, and the black demonic energy turned into a giant Kun in the air. It swung its giant tail and was about to slap the man away.

Jin Ziming didn't expect to meet a demon who practiced Kun's way, and he immediately became interested.

He wanted to fight to his heart's content, but his fiancee couldn't withstand the impact of a top demon cultivator, so she had to spread her sword and protect her behind her.

A huge "vortex" appeared in the sky, sucking in the yellow sand, fists and Mokun.

Ye Ranyi hurriedly sent a message:

"Zi Ming, build a small colorless passage in the 'whirlpool' and let my hexagram pass through it. This is the perfect opportunity to dive into the past."

The man immediately obeyed, and Qi Li, who was surrounded by small vortexes, had a light gray light mask outside his body.

An inconspicuous drop of "water" adheres to the surface of the shield, quickly moistens the area, and then condenses again on the inner wall.

Qi Li noticed something strange and quickly blocked it. Unexpectedly, the water droplets evaporated on their own and dissipated in the air, never to be seen again.

The invisible line of cause and effect shrouded the demon cultivator, and Fairy Ye felt happy, and a ray of soul teleported over, and penetrated into Qi Li's long river of time.
Chapter completed!