The bright moon in the sky was bright and smooth, and it was shining like a splash of water. Zhang Yan's chest trembled slightly, and he realized that the speed of the qi was almost twice that of usual. He couldn't help but say intimately: "This is God helping me!"

"Heaven produces murderous intent, moves stars and stays, the earth produces murderous intent, dragons and snakes rise to land, people produces murderous intent, heaven and earth repeat!" He stood by the railing, stroked the Ruyi Shuttle in his hand, and made a "double" sound with his fingers, and his eyes shot out a light like cold electricity, saying, "Today, you should drink blood."

The three hyniths guarding the entrance of the corridor stared at him intently, but they didn't hear what he was saying. At this time, Zhang Yan waved his side to their sleeves, and a green light came to breathe towards him. One circled. Before the three of them could react, their heads fell down. The green light circled in the air again, shattering the three people's Yuanling and flew towards another entrance of the corridor. When they flew back to their hands, there was no breathing on the other side.

Zhang Yanzhen shook the hem of the robe sleeves and walked slowly towards the room next to him.

These are the residences of those alchemists, but these eleven people were Dou Ming's original confidants.

After the alchemist opens his meridian, he needs to practice the "Three Ochirology Technique" for decades, and he has no trace of the universe. He is still sleeping at this moment, so it is best to deal with it. Zhang Yan broke through the door, tried to kill one of them, and then slapped the Yuanling.

When he arrived at the last room, he just pushed open the door, but saw a man suddenly turning up from the bed, and the sword in his hand stabbed him without saying a word. Zhang Yan snorted coldly, and a white breath spurted out from his nose, hitting the man's cheek. The man flew out like a hammer and fell on the couch behind him with a "bang".

Zhang Yan took two steps forward and looked down from a high point. He looked at the night like day. Even without the candlelight, he could recognize that this person was Dou Ming. At this moment, the other party covered his bleeding eyes and shrank back, shouting: "Zhang Yan, you still need me to wait for the alchemy to go to the Water Kingdom. I, I still have the use of you..."

Zhang Yan sighed and said, "The harm is more than useful." He stepped forward and slapped Dou Ming to death, then opened his mouth and blew his Yuan Ling away.

Walking out of the door, he slowly walked towards the fifth floor.

But I felt that the energy below was mixed, and there seemed to be more than twenty people, and it seemed that someone had noticed the movement upstairs. A Hynix hurried upstairs, but felt that the road ahead was blocked. He looked up and found a figure standing in front of him, exclaiming: "You..."

Zhang Yan let out a breath of turbid air with a "huh" sound, and a "pop" sound opened the man's forehead, then kicked his chest, and the body rolled down along the floor.

There was a noise below.

"Who?"

"Boss Ding was killed!"

"Zhao Er, please pull the alarm!"

"What is that? It's a disaster!"

There are 23 Jiang Lishi on the fifth floor, and their strength is even worse than that of the harem. They did not know about the plan to get rid of Zhang Yan in advance. At this moment, a green light flashed past and several alarm ropes were all cut off. Since the leader had been killed by Zhang Yan, they were in chaos.

Seeing Zhang Yan slowly stepping down, they were all stunned, with a blank look on their faces, and they were a little confused. They thought it was this monk who was dissatisfied with Ding Wu, so they killed him casually.

Zhang Yan ignored them, waved his hand, and the Ruyi Divine Shuttle circled around the field. When he reached the sixth floor, the five floors were covered with heads rolling down, and even Yuan Ling was wiped out.

On the sixth floor, a monk who was originally sitting upright suddenly opened his eyes and shook his body, blocking Zhang Yan.

This monk was a second level monk in Mingqi, but he was not in a hurry to do it, but said, "Zhang Yan? I have also heard Mr. Feng talk about you repeatedly. Today I want to see how capable you are."

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Feng Ji? Where is he?"

"Junior Brother Feng is downstairs, but do you have the will to go on?" The monk sneered: "I have practiced the Tao for twenty-three years and practiced the Shuimu Xuan Gong. There are twenty-four mouthfuls of clear and turbid air in my heart, which is far better than ordinary people. You are definitely not my opponent. I advise you to surrender!"

There were two swishes and figures flashing. Two monks with one level of wise energy appeared behind this person, one left and one right. The monk couldn't help but feel at ease. In fact, he was also very upset just now. Zhang Yan killed off from so many sauna on the fifth floor in a moment. How could he be easy? So he used words to intimidate the other party, so that his companions would be prepared, but he didn't expect that the other party was indeed deceived.

You should know that the more qi, the more magic you can cast, the stronger the strength of the monk on paper. In fact, where do he have twenty-four mouthfuls of clear and turbid breath in his chest? It's only 16 mouthfuls!

Zhang Yan said lightly: "Just come all."

"kill!"

The two disciples of the first level of Mingqi are not qualified to learn magic. The ones they rely on are just flying swords in their hands. At this moment, they shouted loudly and slashed at Zhang Yan at the same time!

The cultivator with the second level of bright energy retreated back, and all sixteen clear and turbid air spurted out from his mouth and nose, hovering in the air, and the yellow light flashed, and he was about to produce a spell. But suddenly, a green light flashed in front of him, and with just two "cracks", the two heads fell under his feet. The two flying swords that flew to Zhang Yan suddenly lost their inspiration and were pulled away by him.

Seeing that the sixteen clear and turbid breaths were about to be spread into a spell, Zhang Yan's mouth floated a sarcastic look, and the Xuanming pen in his hand threw out. The pen turned around in the air and immediately brushed all the spiritual energy. The monk was shocked all over. Before he could react, the Xuanming pen pecked and slid between his forehead. The essence and blood of the Yuanling were wiped out in a moment, and only an empty shell was left lying straight down.

Zhang Yan suddenly felt something and glanced at the corner of the corridor entrance. A monk had just come up from the seventh floor. At this moment, he saw Zhang Yan killing three Mingqi monks like killing a chicken. He was so scared that his souls were all over the place. How could he dare to fight? He rolled and crawled around and fled downstairs.

Zhang Yan walked over slowly and went down to the last floor.

With a glance, he found that Feng Ji was surrounded by five monks with a strong qi. He was holding a jade pot in his hand. When he saw Zhang Yan coming down, he drank the wine in the pot in one mouthful, then put it aside, then put it in his hands, shook his head and sighed: "Zhang Yan, you are too anxious. Another day is your return."

He turned around and waved his hand with great enthusiasm, saying, "Kill it."

The flying sword in the hands of everyone had just soared into the air, but they didn't know that the heads were dark. When they looked up, they looked up and saw a "boom", and a large inkstone pressed down, and the entire seventh floor of the tower was shaken. When they looked again, including Feng Ji, the five people even had the flying sword and magic weapon crushed into powder.

With his hand stretched out his hand and took the Soul-Zheng back into his hand, Zhang Yan glanced around and walked to the upper layer with expressionless face. As he walked, waves of fog gradually spread under his feet, and wherever he passed, it became a place filled with fog.

At this moment, Wu Zhen looked uneasy on the seventh floor of the tower and sighed: "Junior Brother Su, you dragged me into the water this time. I just agreed to take me to recommend Senior Brother Su, so I taught him a lesson. Why did he become a killer when he was about to kill this person?"

A monk about thirty years old across the street smiled and said, "Senior Brother, do I really think I, Su Yiang, will fight for a spiritual pet? I am not interested in Zhang Yan, but just need his true disciple. For my elder brother, even if I change to someone who has no grievances or grudges, I will kill him."

Wu Zhen looked embarrassed and said, "Junior brother, you are playing with fire. What is the identity of a true disciple? If this news is leaked, I will not talk about my senior brother, even if you, Su, may not be able to withstand the power of thunder?"

Su Yi'ang smiled meaningfully and said, "How could this matter be leaked? We were all 'dead' by then."

"You!" Wu Zhen stood up in shock, just looked at Su Yi'an's smile-like expression. After thinking about it, he immediately felt the meaning of the other party's words. He sat down dejectedly, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "In this case, I can't go back to the Yancang Sect."

Su Yi'ang laughed and said, "So what? Senior Brother Wu is just a 'cold copy' and his family has long been defeated. It's better not to go back. My Su family intends to capture the talents of the world. It is not as calculating as other aristocratic families. As long as he has talent, he can enter my Su family. Senior Brother Wu has been practicing Taoism for 35 years and is now a cultivator at the third level of Mingqi. He is more than two points better than Su. Such a talent is not to miss."

Hearing the intention of recruiting Su Yi'ang in his words, Wu Zhen hesitated for a moment, suddenly felt that Su Yi'ang's eyes were falling on his face, and he was shocked and said in his heart: "Su Yi'ang also brought several Mingqi cultivators with him. Although his cultivation level is not as good as mine, he is from a big surname and must have magic weapons. If I don't follow him today, I will really lose my life."

Thinking of this, he dared not hesitate. He turned over the chair and bowed to him and said, "I, Wu Zhen, will be willing to obey Erlang's instructions from now on." Without saying a word, he raised his hand and made an oath.

Su Yi'ang looked happy and thought to himself that the man had indeed come forward. He quickly helped him and helped him onto the seat. In order to win over his heart, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Since Senior Brother Wu is already his own, I might as well say to you. Do you know why my eldest brother must seize Shenjinjian?"

Wu Zhen said: "I hope Erlang will solve his doubts."

Su Yiang smiled mysteriously and whispered: "My ancestor of Su family learned from a secret place that in the deep Jinjiujiu, under the Jiuquxi Palace, there is a Canglong Shallow, and a True Dragon Mansion. Old Li Qubo has been entrenched here for hundreds of years to find the entrance, but he cannot understand the method, so he has never seen the merits. If the Su family owns this place, those who have the opportunity in the clan can immediately refine the Canglong Shallow Shallow into an external incarnation, and this mansion can also become the foundation of the establishment of the Su family's sect!"

Wu Zhen was shocked by the news, and then realized the meaning of the other party's words. He looked in shock and said in hoarse voice: "Su... has the will to be independent?"

Su Yi'ang stood up, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said proudly: "My Su family's courage and ambition are in the world. How can one mere continent and one school tolerate it?"

Wu Zhen took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent mood in his chest. Although Su Yi'ang said this too much, the Su family could indeed have some proud capital from developing from becoming one of the big surnames within a thousand years. They stood up immediately and bowed, "She has the ambition of being strong, I, Wu Zhen, would like to follow the horse's tail."

But at this moment, a clear voice came in from the door: "You little guy, dare you talk about the heavens?"

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Chapter completed!