The murderous aura quickly surged in the underground palace. In the dimly lit palace, the only monks stood up from the posture of sitting cross-legged. Although they did not draw out the flying sword, the gaze that shot in shocked murderous intent appeared.

Lu Chen did not move, and the monk in red-shirt leading the way in front of his head let out a harsh sneer, as if the night owl was crying, as sharp as a ghost.

"Friends, don't ask where this place is? Don't think you can easily get mixed up with masked clothes. Tell me, who are you?"

Lu Chen was shocked and thought: "Has I been seen through? No, I didn't say anything at all, how could I see through?"

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Chen pretended to be calm and said as usual: "Take your sword away, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

The lights in the underground palace were swaying, and after Lu Chen made a cold sound, they fell into dead silence again.

The monk in red shirt leading the way in front of him pointed at his red shirt with a long sword behind him, and the monks surrounding him surrounded him... all looked at Lu Chen with a gloomy face. After a long time, when Lu Chen was ready to kill these people, he suddenly pointed at his red shirt with a sword behind him and pulled away the flying sword, and returned to his original position without saying a word and sat down.

As if everything was normal, the other monks immediately restrained their murderous aura and returned to their original place.

The murderous aura in the underground palace suddenly decreased, as if a storm that had been brewing for a long time suddenly disappeared.

The monk who led the way in front of him stared at Lu Chen and said, "Let's take a break. I lost two people this time. The master of the hall will see you in person later."

After saying that, the monk in red shirt found a corner of the wall and sat down. He ignored Lu Chen again and meditated and started to adjust his breathing.

"***, it turns out that I'm cheating me." Finally understanding what was going on, Lu Chen immediately greeted the ancestors of these realistic and realistic guys in his heart.

"I almost showed my feet."

Lu Chen had a sinister aura on his face, snorted coldly, and sat down. He began to carefully look at the small underground palace here.

The layout of the underground palace is very simple. Except for the special beast carvings on the four walls, there is nothing else. Lu Chen could feel the slightest spiritual energy emitted around him, which was caused by some strange magic circle. The place here is not big, but it is definitely not allowed to use spiritual sense to detect it at will.

Lu Chen did not dare to speak out, and the power of his spiritual consciousness also restrained. He was very anxious about Chen's safety at this moment. So he immediately contacted the old man Qi Jing.

Even Lu Chen didn't know how strong his old man Qi Jing was, but Lu Chen knew that his spiritual sense was extremely powerful. Perhaps only he could use his spiritual sense to find Chen's whereabouts without being discovered.

The old man did not refuse. He borrowed Lu Chen's body and spread his spiritual sense out and instantly grasped the situation in the village.

"There are hundreds of blood slaves in this village, and they are not strong enough. They should have been sacrificed recently. In addition, there are 31 masters in the late stage of foundation building and three in the Golden Elixir stage, all of which are in the early stage. They are located about a thousand meters away on the south side of this place. The thirty-one late stage monks in the late stage of foundation building are very scattered, with several people in the east, south, west, and north."

Old Man Qi Jing frowned and told the news he had inquired one by one, and finally murmured: "In a thatched cottage in the center of the village, there is an extremely weak breath..."

"Thirty-one late stage of foundation building." Lu Chen was shocked. It seemed that most of the people who slaughtered the Ganyu Sect were here.

However, according to Murong Yuxi's statement, it is said that at least six Golden Pill masters should be involved in the sneak attack on Ganyu Sect. Whether it is all early stage or there are mid-stage masters hidden inside, it is impossible to know that there are only three Golden Pill masters in Linhe Village at present, not all of them.

"Senior, are these three Golden Pill masters in the early stage?" Lu Chen asked in a deep thought.

Old Man Qi Jing nodded: "It's all early stages, and its strength is not so strong."

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief. If it were the early stages of the three Golden Pills, he would still compete with his strength. As long as he took out the Jiuhuo Tower and the Cold Mist Pearl, plus the Haokong Hammer and the Fenglei Sword Formation, he would be at least 30% sure to rescue the people in the thatched cottage.

Regardless of whether there is dust in the cottage, save it first.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen had a decisive plan in his mind.

He pretended to be calm and adjusted his breath. Several monks from the underground palace left one after another. For some reason, the few people never came back after they went out.

Not long after, only Lu Chen and a red-shirt monk were left in the palace.

After everyone left, the monk in red suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at Lu Chen: "It's up to you."

Lu Chen was waiting for the opportunity, and when he heard the man calling him, he slowly stood up.

The man said, "After going out, go to the fifth farmer's house on the right, the master is waiting for you."

That tone was cold, without any emotion, as if he was talking to a dead person, and after just one word, he closed his eyes again.

Lu Chen stared at the man for a moment, nodded gently, and walked out of the underground palace along the passage when he came.

When I returned to the courtyard, it was almost noon, and most of the farmers who went to work in the fields had already returned. Looking at the thick smoke gathering above the village, if I hadn't had a very clear understanding of the matter of the Blood Slave, I'm afraid no one would have thought of such a Ninghe and peaceful mountain village, which was hidden by dozens of cultivators. Even an executioner with blood stained with his hands.

Thinking of most of the "mask" members who came out of the underground palace, Lu Chen lowered his head very low and only used the corner of his eyes to go to the fifth farmer's house according to the wishes of the red-shirt monk.

Of course, I could meet many farmers on the road, but these farmers seemed to be unable to see Lu Chen at all. Even if they passed by, they would not stop at Lu Chen for a second. I treated him as a transparent person, and still walked towards his home with laughter and laughing.

Lu Chen was puzzled by this, but now is not the time to study this phenomenon.

After walking a few steps, the old man Qijing's voice suddenly made a violent emotional fluctuation in the depths of his mind: "No, it's strange."

Lu Chen's steps forward were abrupt. He was immediately surprised and fiercely gaze from countless farmers.

Feeling that he would never take himself seriously, his eyes fell on him in an instant, and Lu Chen felt that his hair was standing up.

“Eyeliner?”

Lu Chen remembered the story of the old man Qijing to the Blood Slave, and finally understood what these farmers used for.

"In addition to monitoring outsiders, the most important thing is to monitor one's own people. The "Mask" organization is indeed terrifying..."

Lu Chen thought to himself that he did not dare to stay at his feet. After a slight stagnation, he quickly stepped forward toward his destination.

Fortunately, the farmers didn't find anything. They saw Lu Chen walking far away and returned to the moment he had just chatted and laughed. They looked calm, as if they had never seen Lu Chen before.

The more this happens, the more Lu Chen feels feeling nervous.

After walking step by step, only a distance of hundreds of meters was obviously extremely long. Finally, Lu Chen came to the farmer whom the monk instructed him to come.

The half-person-high fenced courtyard wall and open wooden doors, which have a courtyard of more than a hundred feet inside, all show the nature and peace of the common people.

However, Lu Chen knew that this was the power center of the entire Linhe Village, a courtyard where three golden elixir masters gathered.

The rows of thatched huts are old and the roofs are broken and leaked, as if they are disrepaired.

When he arrived outside the yard, Lu Chen did not rush in. Feeling the strange atmosphere around him, Lu Chen couldn't help but use the immortal technique, wanting to get out of the horror of the difference.

"Boy, many of the breaths of life have disappeared. Originally, there are only three monks in the late stage of foundation building. "The old man Qi Jing's tone was trembling when he reminded him again.

Although Lu Chen knew that this was not caused by fear, the carefulness in his tone made Lu Chen feel it clearly.

"Everything left in just half a day?" Lu Chen was surprised and asked, "That faint breath is still there."

"It's still here, but..."

The old man was only half of his words, and a thick and low old voice sounded from the hut in the courtyard: "Come in..."

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ps: It's so uncomfortable. Alas~
Chapter completed!