It took less than half a stick of incense to touch it, but Fei Hua couldn't restrain his excitement and said in a suppressed voice: "Xiaobao has now entered the barrier."

"Junior Brother Fei, is there a way for us to hear what they are saying?" Yin Li asked.

"Can!"

Fei Hua was very active when he had a rare opportunity to perform.

He reached into his arms and took out a small mirror.

He made a secret with his right hand and pointed it on the mirror.

The mirror flashed slightly, and the next moment the figure of the purple-robed man appeared on the mirror.

Through the mirror, they still couldn't see clearly the face of the purple-robed man, but a clear voice came from the mirror.

"...The following is the teaching passed down by the saint. Have you written it down?"

"I will obey the Holy Order of the Saint."

Fei Hua tightened his grip on the mirror and lowered his head in annoyance.

Xiaobao left a little late.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang was also a little disappointed, but he soon felt relieved after thinking that he had gained something today.

He reached out and patted Fei Hua on the shoulder to express comfort.

Just as the two were interacting, the light curtain below disappeared, and the monks turned around and evacuated.

After everyone gathered here, they only said a few words and then ended, acting cautiously. No wonder the disciples of the five major sects were not able to find out more news.

Just when Xiong Zhuangzhuang was thinking about whether to follow the purple-robed man to find the altar of the Saintess Cult, an accident suddenly happened.

"Beast! Why don't you show yourself soon!"

The purple-robed man who had turned around to leave suddenly stopped, flicked his sleeves, and a purple thunder suddenly hit the ground on the right.

boom!

The soil was lifted up by the power of thunder and scattered in all directions.

The monks who had not yet left were startled by the purple-robed man's movements and looked around in confusion.

"Xiaobao!"

The location where the purple-robed man attacked was exactly where the treasure-hunting rat was hiding. Fei Hua exclaimed and stood up suddenly, looking anxious.

The expressions of Xiong Zhuangzhuang and others changed.

No, they were exposed.

Sure enough, in the next moment, countless magic weapons and auras came towards their hiding place. Xiong Zhuangzhuang stretched out his hand and pulled Fei Hua's collar, stamped his right foot, and was ejected.

Yin Li and Zuo Zuo dodged immediately without Xiong Zhuangzhuang's reminder.

The rumbling sound of rocks breaking was especially loud in the silent night.

Fei Hua was grabbed by the collar at this time, but he had no time to take care of his own situation. He kept calling Xiaobao's name in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief until he got a response.

It’s great that Xiaobao is okay.

Just as Fei Hua was about to laugh, the curve of the corners of his mouth froze instantly.

Countless eyes below were focused on him, giving him an unavoidable sense of crisis.

Only then did he realize how much trouble he had just gotten into.

"Senior Brother Xiong..."

"Saintess Cult members obey orders, and anyone who dares to eavesdrop on the Holy Oracle will be killed!"

Fei Hua's words were suppressed by the angry roar of the purple-robed man.

The monks who had received the instructions from the purple-robed man had summoned their own magic weapons and rushed towards the four of them.

"kill!"

The cold murderous aura surged in like a mountain and sea.

Fei Hua looked at the ferocious faces of the monks and their cold gazes. His whole body felt as if someone had poured cold water on it, and it was as cold as a bone.

This is the first time he has faced such a situation.

Are those people crazy?

They didn't do anything, so why did those people want to kill them as if they had lost their minds?

Fei Hua was being led by Xiong Zhuangzhuang, and he was still thinking wildly. Xiong Zhuangzhuang had only one idea at this time, and that was how to escape.

"Junior sister Yin!" Xiong Zhuangzhuang looked at Yin Li.

The tacit understanding between brothers and sisters allows them to understand each other's thoughts without verbal communication.

"Sing again."

Yin Li pulled off the spirit animal bag from her waist and threw it forward. A nightingale with a red feather crest flapped its wings and appeared in front of Xiong Zhuangzhuang and the other four.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang and others quickly jumped on the Nightingale's back.

"Alas--"

The clear and melodious chirping of birds suddenly sounded, and when the man in purple robe led his followers to catch up, he could only see a black shadow disappearing into the dark night.

"Damn it, they ran away!"

The man in purple robe looked at the direction they were leaving, murderous intent emerging in his eyes.

…

"Senior Brother Xiong, I was wrong, please hit me, wuwuwu."

Fei Hua, who had just jumped off the back of the phoenix-crowned nightingale and finally recovered, hugged Xiong Zhuangzhuang's thigh and cried.

Hearing this, Xiong Zhuangzhuang raised his eyebrows and raised his arms high.

Fei Hua closed his eyes, looking as if he was about to die.

After waiting for a while, Fei Hua didn't feel any pain. He tentatively opened his eyes and saw Xiong Zhuangzhuang hugging his chest and looking at him helplessly.

"Senior Brother Xiong, won't you hit me?"

Xiong Zhuangzhuang broke away from his hand angrily, "If I hit you, will you remember it?"

"I really have a better memory this time, senior brother, I promise."

"Get up, I don't blame you. Xiaobao is your contracted spirit beast. We can both understand. I'm just wondering how Xiaobao was discovered by the other party."

All Xiong Zhuangzhuang thinks about now is the Saintess Cult.

This Saintess Cult is stranger than any sect he has come into contact with.

Those believers' attack magic weapons were all kinds of, and their spiritual power fluctuations were also different. They obviously did not come from the same source.

Therefore, the Saintess Cult does not attract talented young disciples, but casual cultivators who have been wandering in the Kyushu Continent for many years.

If we say that the largest number of monks in Jiuzhou Continent, they are definitely not disciples of sects or descendants of aristocratic families, but casual cultivators who can be seen everywhere.

Most of these casual cultivators are self-taught wild practitioners because they have poor foundation and no sect is willing to take them in. Therefore, most of them cannot reach the level of Nascent Soul.

Only a very small number of them are talented monks who do not want to be restrained or ask for extermination.

Another characteristic of casual cultivators is that they do not listen to instructions and have poor cohesion, just like a pile of loose sand.

Therefore, even though the number of casual cultivators is the largest, they are at the lowest level in the Jiuzhou Continent, and no sect is willing to recruit such cultivators.

But the Saintess Sect did not reject anyone who came, and in a very short period of time, it recruited a large number of casual cultivators and expanded rapidly.

What surprised Xiong Zhuangzhuang even more was that these casual cultivators obeyed the purple-robed man's instructions and immediately launched an attack as soon as the opponent ordered them, without even considering whether they would be injured.

How did the Saintess Cult accomplish this?

Xiong Zhuangzhuang was puzzled, but his fear of the Saintess Cult was getting deeper and deeper.

He had a feeling that if the Saintess Cult was allowed to continue to develop, it would definitely pose a threat to the Beast Control Sect and even the five major sects.

"Squeak!"

The treasure-hunting mouse Xiaobao pushed through the gravel and poked his head out of the ground.

"Xiaobao." Fei Hua quickly stepped forward and held the little treasure in his hands to check whether it was injured.

“Squeak—squeak—”

The treasure-hunting mouse gave Fei Hua a symbolic look, then immediately broke away from his fingers, stood in the palm of his hand, raised his upper body, and pointed, while dragging a long sound in his mouth.

The treasure-hunting mouse's movements immediately attracted the attention of Xiong Zhuangzhuang and Yin Li.

The disciples of the Beast Control Sect have all studied animal language quite a bit, and coupled with the treasure hunter rat's intelligence and its extremely accurate expression and movements, they quickly understood what the treasure hunter rat wanted to express.

They looked at each other with a change of expression on their faces.


Chapter completed!