Lan Yue suddenly retracted her right hand, and the middle-aged man screamed and was instantly thrown back to the high platform.

At this time, everyone finally reacted, and bursts of panic broke out.

"What the hell is this?"

"What on earth is this? How did it come out of Wan Qiyuan's body!"

"Could it be a monster I've never seen before?"

…

While everyone was talking about it, Wan Ziqian had already rushed forward.

He recognized this face, it was the man from Doujinfang!

"Tell me! What did you do to Yuan'er!"

Wan Ziqian pinched the middle-aged man's neck and asked fiercely.

The middle-aged man knew that there was no hope of escape today, and the fear he felt just now gradually dissipated, and there was a trace of ferocity in his eyes.

What can these despicable Jiuzhou people do if they catch him? As soon as he dies, the Hong family will immediately sense it. With her strength, there will be no problem in escaping to the Qi family!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man had already made up his mind. He mobilized the devilish energy in his body and planned to kill himself.

That Wan Ziqian is a monk in the transformation stage, his cultivation is not limited.

Today's middle-aged men have spent all their cultivation in order to occupy Wan Qiyuan's body. However, it is impossible for him to commit suicide under Wan Ziqian after only a small period of foundation building.

When Wan Ziqian felt the turbulent aura in the middle-aged man's body, he guessed what he was thinking. He suddenly pointed his left hand at the middle-aged man's chest. The middle-aged man was shocked, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

many.

"Say! Where is Yuan'er!"

Wan Ziqian's eyes were red, almost crazy.

The middle-aged man sneered, since he couldn't live anymore, why not disgust these Jiuzhou cultivators.

He glanced at the pile of human skins on the ground, chuckled and said, "Isn't the Young Valley Master right there?"

Wan Ziqian trembled when he heard this. He raised his eyes to look at the bloody human skin on the ground. He couldn't accept it for a moment.

Wan Yurou was stunned. She walked tremblingly to the human skin and wanted to take a closer look, but she only took a glance and screamed crazily.

She ran to the middle-aged man who was pressed on the ground, punched and kicked him, and cried: "Lie! Lie! My brother is not dead! He is not dead!"

The middle-aged man sneered and said nonchalantly: "Oh, I've already told you, but you yourself don't believe it."

"you you……"

Wan Ziqian's hand holding the middle-aged man's neck began to tremble suddenly. Wan Yurou couldn't tell it, but he was different.

With just a glance of his consciousness, he could clearly see that the pile of human skins was none other than the nephew he held in his hand, the most noble heir of their Baizhang Valley, and his distant son!

"puff--"

Wan Ziqian was so shaken and overly sad that he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Seeing Wan Ziqian's reaction, Wan Yurou didn't understand anything. Her face turned pale and she fell straight back.

"Rou'er!"

Wan Ziqian reached out to hold Wan Yurou, his face turned gray, and he suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years.

Everyone on the side was in awe when they saw this. The young master of the valley was killed inexplicably. Baizhang Valley really suffered a big setback this time.

"You! I will crush you to ashes!"

Wan Ziqian's hatred surged and he could no longer suppress it. He exerted force on his hand and was about to use the forbidden technique on the middle-aged man. At this time, Shentu spoke.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait!"

Wan Ziqian didn't expect anyone to stop him at this time. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were frighteningly sinister.

Shentu was not afraid at all. He lowered his voice and said slowly: "I understand the mood of fellow Taoist Wan, but this thing comes in a strange way. Nothing is clear yet. We still need to discuss it in the long term."

Shentu's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man on the ground, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

The ancestor just sent him a message, but he didn't see what this man was.

In any case, this man definitely did not appear out of thin air, and Shentu did not believe that he was the only one in the man's tribe.

If this unknown force has been lurking in the Nine Continents undiscovered, it will definitely be a hidden danger for them to unify the Nine Continents.

"What is the long-term plan? He killed our young master, and you want me to think about the long-term plan?" Wan Ziqian's face was filled with hatred, and it was horrifyingly distorted.

"If he killed Qu Lingyao from your Tianluo Palace, can you still think about it in the long term?"

After hearing these words, Shentu's face suddenly became frighteningly gloomy, and the coercion of his divine transformation stage suddenly burst out, creating a strong wind on the high platform.

Lan Yue felt this spiritual pressure and narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. She is indeed Shen Tu, so strong!

Wan Ziqian's body swayed violently under this spiritual pressure. He raised his head in shock and looked at Shen Tu, who had a slightly dark complexion, and finally regained his senses a little.

Although Baizhang Valley is the third sect in the world, compared with Tianluo Palace, it is still far behind.

They cannot offend Tianluodian...

Thinking of this, Wan Ziqian's mouth turned bitter. No matter how much hatred boiled in his heart, he could only force himself to calm down.

"This person must be dealt with by me, Baizhang Valley."

Wan Ziqian made a concession. As long as this man could eventually be handed over to Baizhang Valley, he would first give him up for investigation by Tianluo Palace.

Shentu nodded upon hearing this, and agreed.

Dogs will bite when they are anxious. He just wants to find out the truth, and there is no need to push Baizhanggu to the opposite side.

Seeing that Wan Ziqian had compromised, Lan Yue knew that the opportunity had come.

She sent a message to Qinghe: "Brother, the time has come."

Qinghe nodded calmly, and when everyone was stunned, he spoke in a low voice.

"This...is this the legendary Qiongyu people?"

Qinghe's eyes widened slightly, and the shock, curiosity, and surprise on his face were just right.

"People from Qiongyu?" Shentu turned his head and looked at Qinghe with a trace of inquiry in his eyes.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately looked towards Qinghe. A trace of panic spread in his heart. His life no longer mattered. The secrets of the Hong family and Qiongyu must not be exposed.

Qinghe nodded, polished the words that Lan Yue had just transmitted to her, and said them loudly.

Everyone was shocked when they heard about the relationship between the Qiongyu people and their Nine Provinces. They had never heard of the word Qiongyu, let alone knew that their Nine Provinces were almost destroyed by the Qiongyu.

The panic in the middle-aged man's heart deepened when he heard Qinghe recounting their origins in detail.

Could it be that Huazong Qinghe was the man who just sent him a message today? But how did he know about this?

The middle-aged man remembered that the dome master once said that everything about their dome has been completely erased in Jiuzhou.

No one from Jiuzhou will know their origins, so it is safe for them to lurk in Jiuzhou this time.

Everyone was originally half-believing what Qinghe said, but when they saw the shocked and bewildered expression on the middle-aged man's face, they immediately believed Qinghe's words.

"I wonder where fellow Taoist Qinghe heard about Qiongyu?" Shentu asked in a low voice.

He already believed what Qinghe said, because the ancestor also recognized Qinghe's words.

However, Shentu was very curious. Their Tianluo Palace had the most complete collection of classics in the Nine Continents, and there were many capable people and strangers, but no one had heard of the affairs of the Qiong Territory. How did a small frontier sect like their Tianhua Sect know these things?
Chapter completed!