puff!

Murong Xianxian's sip of blood was not just a loud voice, but a sound wave attack. This book is inherited from a long history, and there are all such magical powers of sound wave attack. Murong Xianxian not only masters multiple sound wave attack magical powers, but also such magic weapons. This angry shout forced Wei Chuanlin to retreat step by step and vomit blood and remove his power, otherwise he would definitely die immediately on the spot.

When the twelfth mouthful of blood was coughed up, the person had already withdrawn from the main hall, and the qi and blood gradually calmed down at this time.

"You are so brave. Do you want to start a war between the two factions?" Wei Chuanlin was both ashamed and angry. He couldn't understand how the Songshan faction, whose strength had been greatly damaged, dared to treat him like this.

"Fight for battle. If you can represent the Lord Chixue, I will take it now. If you don't have the qualifications, don't be here!" Before Murong Xianxian finished speaking, a giant green palm suddenly appeared in the air and grabbed him.

"You dare to kill me..."

Wei Chuanlin yelled, but before he finished speaking, the pressure around him suddenly increased, and he couldn't even speak. A defensive magic weapon he barely sacrificed had just manifested the treasure light and was crushed by the giant palm.

"Kill you? You look down on yourself too much. Go back and tell the Lord of Chixue Pavilion that I will find time to visit him."

Murong Xianxian looked disdainful and pinched Wei Chuanlin with a huge palm, but did not kill him. Instead, he threw it out like a baseball.

"Leave your name, I'm irreconcilable with you!" In the air, Wei Chuanlin's figure became farther and farther away... Murong Xianxian temporarily banned his cultivation with a unique door-to-door restriction. Although it was not long, he could not use magic weapons and magical powers within a few seconds. If this was to be spread, it would be a big laughing stock.

"This..." The disciples of Songshan Sect looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I hate these guys who take advantage of others' danger the most. If you don't deal with them, it will be difficult for me to be angry." Murong Xianxian dusted the dust that did not exist on her sleeves as if nothing had happened.

It shouldn't be... the elders began to murmur in their hearts.

Sure enough, as they expected, Lingxiao Sect, Youyue Gate, and Sanshan Island were not willing to fall behind, and they all sent people to worship the mountains one after another. Their purpose was nothing more than to find out the truth and then to intimidate. So Murong Xianxian's response was very simple and he would be beaten away, especially the female cultivator in Youyue Gate, who spoke rudely. Murong Xianxian was so angry that she beat her head like a pig's head, and her teeth were half lost. Although it was not difficult to restore her original appearance by cultivators, she might have left a psychological shadow in her life.

"Senior Murong, this is also..." Xiang Daolin and several elders of the Songshan Sect were worried.

"It's okay, don't worry. I will visit these four sects one by one and create some opportunities for you to close the mountain." Murong Xianxian said.

After the mountain was closed, the peripheral forces of the Songshan Sect, including mines and the like, must fall into the hands of manpower, so before that, they should do as much as possible to fish in the waters and prepare all kinds of materials needed during the mountain closure. That's all that Murong Xianxian can do for them.

After inquiring about the situation of the four sects, Murong Xianxian changed his subject and asked several elders about the paintings she saw in the ancestral cottage... She did not say too much, but she mentioned the foggy sea surface and the deep crypt. Several people were shocked.

"Is there a very famous place?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"It is the fog sea adjacent to the Tiancang Sea. The crypt you are talking about should be the Abyss of the fog sea..." Xiang Daolin carefully introduced Xiang Murong Xianxian as far as he knew.

The fog is swirling all year round in the sea of ​​fog. The sea area is very large, especially the fog, which is very strange. Although it will not hurt people, it has an effect of blocking the spiritual consciousness. Generally speaking, after entering the sea of ​​fog, the spiritual consciousness exploration distance will drop by five times. Moreover, there are not only various monsters in the sea of ​​fog. There are also alien races...

"Alien race? Are you talking about the demon race?" Murong Xian frowned slightly.

“Not all.”

Xiang Daolin shook his head: "The alien races in the fog sea include demons, and some are mixed blood between human races and other races... The Abyss of the fog sea is a very special place, called the underground world. Most alien races live there, and there are many materials that are not available in the surface world, but they are also very dangerous. However, there are many monks who enter there to explore. As long as they return with a full load, there will be no shortage of cultivation materials for at least a hundred years..."

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, you can prepare during this period of time. I will visit Chixue Pavilion. I believe that no one will dare to make the Songshan Sect's idea for a while." After listening to Xiang Daolin's introduction to Wu Hai, Murong Xianxian said.

If I had known this, why should I be there?

The disciples of Songshan Sect were very uncomfortable. If the elders had not made such a stupid decision, why would they have made the current situation? They didn't know why Murong Xianxian was willing to help, but at this time, even if it was just a straw, they had to hold on tightly... However, they quickly went crazy. "The Sect Master, the Senior Murong took away the entire ancestor's cottage, leaving only this picture." A disciple of Songshan Sect came to report in panic.

"I'm too bullying! I..." An elder of the Songshan Sect was furious, but immediately felt that he was not confident.

Murong Xianxian has long been angered by both humans and gods for Songshan Sect, and it is not bad. Xiang Daolin and several elders looked at each other helplessly, and had to put away the picture containing the Qing Arc Sword Technique and then start preparing to close the mountain.

Chixue Pavilion is more than 2,900 miles away from Songshan School, and is also located in a large island. This island has many ancient caves and quiet streams, and it is rich in a kind of tree called Blood Dragon. From a distance, the blood qi soars into the sky and murderous auras rise to the sky.

A hundred years ago, the previous generation of the Red Blood Pavilion Master retired. This Mahayana monk was quite famous in this area, and even the Songshan Sect dared not underestimate it. If it weren't for the Songshan Sect having one more Mahayana monk than him, I'm afraid they would have made up the Songshan Sect's idea. The other two sects also had Mahayana monks in charge, which was also the reason why they dared to attack Songshan Sect. After losing Mahayana and Chunyang Sect, the Songshan Sect was no longer able to confront other sects in the Tiancang Sea. Closing the mountain was the only thing they could do. Murong Xianxian decided to kill the Mahayana monks in Chixue Pavilion, causing trouble to the east. As for whether they were innocent... is this still important?

Bloodwood Island.

This blood dragon wood is a kind of spiritual material. The longer the year, the more precious it is, it can not only be used as medicine, but also refine weapons. The blood spirit fruit produced on it is of great benefit to the cultivators who practice the Red Blood Pavilion skills.

The blood dragon wood that has a sufficient age will emit a faint red gas, just like blood mist. Ordinary people will feel suffocated when they breathe, and their blood energy will surge. Even if the cultivators who practice other skills will suck this blood mist, they will be extremely uncomfortable. However, the cultivators of the Red Blood Pavilion who practiced the Blood Spirit Art not only do not reject this blood mist, but instead actively absorb it... The older the blood dragon wood, the better the auxiliary cultivation effect.

In the center of Xuemu Island, there is a Blood Cliff, and there is a Blood Spirit Hall on the cliff... This is the most sacred place in the Red Blood Pavilion. The only Mahayana monk in the pavilion, Sato Wuhe, has been in seclusion and practiced at this time all year round.

The purpose of cultivation is of course to ascend to the fairy world, but he has been in seclusion for a hundred years but has not been able to take this step for a long time. The anxiety in his heart can be seen.

On this day, Murong Xianxian appeared in a cloud above the Red Blood Pavilion. She looked around and showed a solemn appearance on her face... If the news is correct, the Mahayana elder of the Red Blood Pavilion lived in seclusion here.

In the Blood Spirit Hall, Su Wuhei, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of light appeared in his eyes, and he looked up at the outside of the hall.

“Saturday is harmless!”

In the square outside the hall, a fog gradually dissipated, revealing an illusory figure... The figure flew towards the hall like a wind. As the distance approached, her figure gradually became clearer.

It is Murong Xianxian.

At this moment, Murong Xianxian had a solemn expression, her eyes were as bright as ancient water, and she looked at the Blood Spirit Hall quietly... Sayu Wuhe was looking at her in shock, wondering how she appeared in the central key area of ​​the Red Blood Pavilion.

Su Wuhei also saw Murong Xianxian's face clearly. His eyes shrank suddenly. After a while, he asked gloomyly: "You are the Murong Xianxian who subverts the Songshan Sect and hurts my disciple Wei Chuanlin?"

He looked as usual on the surface, but he couldn't hide his shock in his heart. He never expected Murong Xianxian to come to the door in person... Chixue Pavilion had its own unique intelligence collection work. Before Wei Chuanlin came back, he had already reported to the Pavilion Master and the elders, but he did not expect Murong Xianxian to come so quickly and appear directly on the Crying Blood Cliff.

At this moment, the three-body escape light suddenly shot into the hall, falling between Sayuwuhei and Murong Xianxian, revealing two men and one woman and three cultivators of a certain age.

"Bold, you dare to break into the Blood Spirit Hall of My Red Blood Pavilion!" One of the male monks shouted angrily.

"Murong Xianxian!" The female monk's eyes cold and stared at Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian looked cold and stepped forward.

Bang!

It was like a heavy drumstick hitting the huge drum surface... Her figure flashed, and she headed straight for Satoshi as fast as lightning.

"Stay!"

The three monks shouted at the same time, and their magical powers blocked Murong Xianxian's body.

A cold light appeared in Murong Xianxian's eyes. She raised her hand slightly and then appeared in front of an old man. With a swing of her right fist, she fell directly into the chest. The old man's chest was deeply concave, spewing blood, and his body was thrown away like a meteor, leaving him dead, and even his soul could not leave his body after this blow, and was shattered.

A cultivator in the late stage of the God Refining Cultivation will die with one blow!

The other two stopped immediately in horror.

Murong Xianxian looked at the remaining two people, and stepped forward again and walked towards Su Wuharu.
Chapter completed!