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Chapter 231 Sword Pavilion

Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

Just when Cui Ning and She Tong from the Black Water Black Snake clan were sneaking in the depths of Black Flame Lake, they were in a mountain range behind Duanmu City.

This mountain stretches for thousands of miles and is full of spiritual energy. Therefore, many forests grow in the mountain. Coupled with the spiritual energy factor, it looks lush and green from a distance.

And among the countless trees that reach into the sky, many pavilions and pavilions can be vaguely seen, which is where the He family belongs.

Since having Cui Ning as their backer, the He family's power has expanded rapidly. Although most of the new entrants are low-level monks from nearby, their prestige around Duanmu City has gradually become stronger.

Many simple temporary caves have been opened on these mountain peaks, where the monks of the He family are meditating and practicing, working hard to improve their cultivation.

He Hong'an is one of them. He is almost thirty this year. Unlike other newly joined monks, because all the elders in his family have passed away, he changed his surname to He after joining the He family.

He has been practicing since he was five years old, and it has been more than twenty years now. Although he is only in the middle stage of Qi refining, he still works hard and firmly believes that one day he can successfully build the foundation and truly enter the immortal path.

The road to immortality is long, ranging from masters in the Yuan Ying stage to rookies in the Qi refining stage. Regardless of their level of cultivation, everyone is working hard in their own way.

He Hong'an had just finished a cycle of heaven and was about to take a short rest. Suddenly, his face suddenly paused, and two terrifying amounts of spiritual pressure fell from the sky.

It was a suffocating feeling, and his body couldn't even move. This spiritual pressure was far inferior to that of the head of the family. Could it be that a Golden Core monk came nearby?

But the alliance elder who is said to be still in seclusion is only alone, but now there are two!

He Hong'an felt an inexplicable uneasy feeling spreading in his heart. He was just about to go out and take a look, but saw a red light flying from outside.

This red light was extremely fast and dazzling. He Hongan was so stimulated by the light that as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a chill on his neck and his head was already on the ground.



Scenes like this are also happening in other places in the Langya Mountains. The entire He family is shrouded in blood and blood. Many of the He family's children have been separated from their heads while still in seclusion.

He Lao'er's expression was even more ugly. At this moment, a monk in blue robes, about twenty years old, stood in front of him. This man was carrying a sword box on his back, and there was a sword-shaped mark on his forehead.

Completely opposite to the monk's lazy demeanor, Mr. He's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"I, the He family, have no enmity with Jiange, so why do we resort to such cruelty?"

It turned out that the blue-robed monk was Yan Qingsun, one of the elders of Jiange. He smiled when he heard this, but the cold expression in his smile made Mr. He scared.

"Your Excellency, aren't you afraid of arousing the anger of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance and triggering a battle on the entire Fengyang Island?"

Seeing that the other party did not speak, He Laoer continued to ask, wanting to threaten the other party from the overall perspective.

But this time, although the blue-robed monk didn't make a sound, he lightly touched Mr. He, and a dazzling black blade flew out from his sleeve.

He Laoer was shocked. Although he was angry in his heart, he also knew that with his meager skills, there was no way he could compete with the other party.

The only solution now is to find an opportunity to escape and send a message to the alliance to ask for help.

This idea was correct, but he ignored the murderous intention of the man from Jiange. Seeing the black light coming in front of him, he immediately opened a green shield, trying to resist it.

But with a "chi la" sound, the shield was cut open like paper. Poor Mr. He, as the head of the family, even his body was reduced to ashes in the end.

"Elder Yan, are we being a little too cruel in doing this?"

There was a flash of light, and an old Taoist also wearing a blue robe came to his side.

"Humph, we must eradicate the root! If we don't wipe out the He family, even if we kill the elder of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, our identity will still be exposed, which will only bring trouble to Jiange."

The old man was silent. Although Elder Yan's words were a bit cruel, they were reasonable. In the world of immortality, the weak and the strong prey on the strong. If one had paid attention to benevolence, justice and morality, he would have been destroyed countless times.

"So what should we do now?"

Elder Yan immediately released his spiritual consciousness, and after scanning the surroundings, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Now that there are no living monks nearby, we will go to the blessed land deep in the mountains and kill the righteous master."

"good!"

The two of them had already received news from some disciples of the He family that the elder of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance was still in retreat at the He Family's Fulu Land.

Let's talk about He Chengjie, the eldest son of He Lao'er. Because some of the gifts Cui Ning gave to the He family when he left that day contained some pills that could enhance foundation-building cultivation, so he entered the blessed land after the elder left.

Practice.

As for his sister, she is no longer in the Langya Mountains, but has gone to the General Forum of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance to find her sister.

In order to create the illusion that Cui Ning had not left, Mr. He claimed that his son's retreat was being conducted by the alliance elders.

He Chengjie was currently meditating in the cave in Blessed Land, but suddenly he felt an inexplicable heart palpitation...

This feeling is very strange, but He Chengjie's expression has changed.

Although his cultivation level is not high, he can be considered to have entered the path of immortality. Although he cannot predict the future, he also understands the meaning of whim.

Such a bad feeling has never appeared before. Could something happen to the family?

He Chengjie wanted to come out of seclusion to take a look, but now he is in a critical period of cultivation. If he rushes out of seclusion, he may miss this much-coveted opportunity.

While hesitating in his heart, he saw a white escaping light appear in the sky in the distance, and the stone fire and electric light had already arrived over the blessed land.

"Hey, the elder of the Loose Cultivator Alliance is not here? But there seems to be a small fish that slipped through the net here."

A voice without any emotion came into my ears, and I saw that the light stopped and suddenly fell down, revealing two people, an old man and a young man.

"A cultivator of Jiange, and at least at the Golden Core stage or above."

He Chengjie's face was extremely ugly, and he took a breath of cold air. Although he had been practicing in the Langya Mountains, he knew the big forces on Fengyang Island very well.

Jiange has always been entrenched in Sword City, how could it appear in the eastern region for no reason?

Could it be that the feeling just now was related to these two people?

His mind was flashing with lightning, but now, he had no time to think. Seeing the other party's unkind expression, He Chengjie hurriedly waved his hands and held out a yellow talisman, as if he wanted to escape.

Too late!

A trace of ridicule flashed in the old man's eyes. He waved his left hand, and a red ray of light shot out from his storage bag. It arrived first and soon reached He Chengjie's side.

"Senior, spare your life!"

He Chengjie was so frightened that his face turned pale. While begging loudly for mercy, he used his spiritual consciousness to sacrifice his magical weapon.

It was a pity that the strength gap between the two sides was too big, and the strong man from Jiange did not seem to intend to spare him.

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