The sunset slowly fell down the mountain, and the sky was full of red clouds, like the red silk spread out by a goddess.

Suddenly, the red silk broke through a big hole, and a blazing white light shot out from the hole. A man stepped on a flying sword and came through the air.

"The True Lord Fuguang?"

Seeing the person coming clearly, Zheng Rui was shocked. There was no doubt that he was the person who was the leader of the sect who came to intercept and kill the killer of Canye Pavilion. The problem was, time.

Their message was only seven days before, and it would take at least three days to arrive.

"Why are you here?"

Before it was settled, the True Lord Fuguang began to ask questions. Under the current situation, Canye Pavilion went through a lot of trouble to send out the killer, and the target could only be Zhongzhou!

The All Spirit Pills cannot be missed. As soon as the battle situation in Qinghe Valley stabilized, he set out immediately.

True Lord Fu Guang glanced around, his expression changed slightly, and he kept asking: "Has the Canye Pavilion killer been here?"

Under the afterglow of the sunset, Baer Lake sparkled, the evening breeze suddenly rose, and the fine waves jumped, stirring up the gold of the lake, but it could not disperse the traces of formations left along the coast.

"yes."

Zheng Rui suppressed the doubts in his heart and hurriedly explained their response process in detail. He was shocked by the alchemist "Fu Yu" and killing the same-level magic practitioner.

I didn't want to help the light, but I was not surprised at all, and I just murmured softly: "It seems that her injury is almost healed."

Zheng Rui's expression cracked for a moment. The point is his injury? The point is that the alchemist kills the same-level magic cultivator!

There are many monks who have this idea with him. However, Zheng Rui, an elite disciple of Taiyi Sect, dare not remind Fu Guang Zhenjun that the key point was wrong. The monks of Zhuojiabao were even more afraid of Xuanyu Sect.

Only An Ran Muyan knew why Fu Guang was not surprised. Seeing that Zheng Rui did not react, An Ran sighed lightly and said, "It was almost good. After this battle, Master's old injuries showed signs of repeated injuries, and many new injuries were added."

She paused and continued, "It's important. Master ordered us to stay here. When people from the sect come, he has gone to heal his wounds."

True Lord Fu Guang understood the meaning of her words immediately, and set up the formation with a calm face, isolated the monks of Xuanyu Gate and Zhuojiabao. Then he began to ask about the matter of Wanling Pill in detail.

With the test sample, Ning Wui had to be excited and didn't want to wait for a moment.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

The matter of Wanling Pill was planned by them. An Ran had already thought of the words. He was happy when he heard this, and then frowned slightly: "The pill recipe is complete. Judging from the spiritual plant formula, most of the poison can be cured. As for the poison, I am afraid it cannot."

The poison is the unique skill of the Witch and Gu Sect. How could it be solved so easily? The True Lord Fu Guang had expected this situation, but he was not particularly disappointed. After silent, he asked again: "Where is the Devil Cry that controls the killer in Canye Pavilion? Can it be solved?"

"This..." An Ran hesitated, "From the elixir, the poison that can be degraded by the Wanling Pill is very wide. The disciples of Devil May Cry have never seen it, so I am not sure if it can be degraded."

True Lord Fuguang was silent,

Then he thought that the pill recipe was taken out by Qianjiu. Since he dared to betray the Canye Pavilion, the poison must have been solved and he developed a little confidence.

Thinking of Qianjiu, he suddenly remembered that he didn't see him yet. He felt nervous and asked naturally: "Where is Nephew Yun?"

An Ran replied: "The leader of the Ye family, Junior Brother Mo Huai and others entered Zhongzhou City one after another, and no news came out after that. Junior Sister Yun and fellow Taoist Feng Jue went to check it out."

Fu Guang raised his eyebrows: "He is relieved to have not yet negotiated the price of the Dan formula."

Zheng Rui said carelessly: "What's wrong with him? Our Taiyi Sect will shorten his spirit stones."

Looking at the pill recipe in An Ran's hand, he twitched twice and couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Daoist Feng really lacks spirit stones, and he sells all kinds of good things!"

Such a good detoxification pill can be used until the witchcraft disaster is over and taken to Jinye Pavilion for auction and keeping it to make a fortune.

All?

The True Lord Fuguang felt aroused, "What else did he sell?"

"That shadow sword." Zheng Rui looked at An Ran sourly. He had already had spiritual heavenly magic sword. If he had known that fellow Taoist Feng was short of spirit stones, he would have asked for the price as soon as possible.

"Is the spirit stone missing..." True Lord Fuguang murmured lightly, remembering Qianjiu's polite words seriously and took the thousand top-grade spirit stones that he wanted to leave the sect. He sneered in his heart, saying that he was ready to be a casual cultivator.

I was afraid that I was secretly proud of myself in my heart when I obtained the spirit stone from the enemy who wanted to kill him.

Thinking of this, he said loudly: "I am a giant in Canglan. How can I be a petty person? Since I lack spirit stones, I will give him tens of millions of spirit stones?"

"Ten million?" Zheng Rui was disbelief and asked blankly: "Is it the best?"

True Lord Fuguang turned around and looked at the round sunset slowly sinking into the horizon, and nodded proudly: "Natural."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

Two thrusts sounded in the room, Zheng Rui and Su Shao were full of incredible expressions. After a while, Zheng Rui said: "If Fellow Daoist Feng Jue knew about it, he would be very happy."

Whether it was Fu Guang's inadvertent contempt in his words or Zheng Rui's words, An Ran felt extremely uncomfortable.

In order to help eliminate Canye Pavilion, they took out all the spirit pills, and fell into the eyes of outsiders with only the name of loving money. They said immediately: "If this Wanye Pavilion can really relieve the poison of Devil May Cry, it will shake the foundation of Canye Pavilion. No matter what you take it out, it will be a great merit."

"This is right." Fu Guang turned around and looked at An Ran, "Your second senior brother is in Tianxin Pavilion, so there is so much inconvenience. You three quickly brought the pill recipe back to the sect. You all need to use the spiritual plant without limit, and you will refine the all-spirit pills earlier."

An Ran was stunned, why did she forget this?

She finally had the opportunity to learn attacking techniques naturally, and at this time she would never go back to be a canary.

Moreover, after Ning Wuyi's experiment was successful, he would find a reason to die. If she was in the sect, how could she leave it apart?

No, you must not go back at this time!

After pondering for a while, she hesitated: "Ayan and I are here to support Zhongzhou. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to go back at this time?"

As she said that, she glanced at the monks from Xuanyu Gate and Zhuojia Castle outside the formation, "Besides, they should have guessed that there is something important about the master coming. We three alchemists left at this time..."

Since the sect doesn’t want Tianxin Pavilion to notice the Ten Thousand Spirit Pills and pull them in this direction, it should be no problem.

This sentence hit the key point of helping the light. After thinking about it over and over again, he said, "Since that's the case, you two stay here, Su Shaohui's sect will send Lingzhi here."

After a pause, he repeatedly instructed: "The matter of the All Spirit Pill cannot be delayed, and it can be refined as soon as possible."

It was of great importance, so Su Shao immediately set out to rush back to the sect.

After the matter of Wanling Pill was resolved, Fu Guang Zhenjun began to ask about the killer, "Where is the killer's body? Has it been checked?"

Zheng Rui hurriedly presented Xingluo's relics, "This is his ring, storage bag and some personal belongings. We have checked the items and no special discoveries have been found yet. The body was in the lakeside formation and was also checked, and there were no signs of taking Devil May Cry."

"No?"

Fu Guang was shocked. They had killed the killers of Nascent Soul cultivation, but those people still took Devil May Cry.

In the killer organization established by the Remnants of the Witchcraft Sect, there is no control poison, which means self-evident!

However, after years of contact, the senior management of Canye Pavilion is not an extremely powerful killer, so how could he be easily killed by the injured Yu Sheng?

Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "Go and go and have a look."

When he opened the formation and saw the corpse, True Lord Fu Guang suddenly realized: "It turned out to be him."

Zheng Rui: "Do you know me?"

"The son of the leader of the Witchcraft Sect, a famous wanderer at that time, was also quite talented. However, he didn't study well at a young age and was a regular visitor to the Qinlou Chuguan."

True Lord Fu Guang's face was full of disdain and disdain, as if he would dirty his mouth after saying it.

"I didn't expect that so many geniuses in the Witch War Sect would die. He, a playboy, lived a good life and even became a baby."

"No, he is still alive, that little witch from the Witch War Sect..." As he was speaking, he suddenly remembered something and his face changed drastically.

"Leave it to you here."

Leaving this sentence, the light lifted up the corpse on the ground and disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, everyone who had heard half of the words was panic.

Someone murmured in confusion: "The little witch of the Witchcraft Sect?"

After thousands of years, the fierce and bloody battles of that year gradually faded. Apart from the monks who had experienced it personally, later generations knew very little about that battle. An Ran and the other two were concerned about Yun Li Weilin, so they specially contacted Dan Yin to learn about what happened that year.

Hearing this, she sighed softly: "The two unique skills of the Witch Gu Sect are: one is the poison of the Witch Gu Sect and the other is the witchcraft. Before the extermination, the Witch Gu Sect had been passed down for ten thousand years. Although it was quite scary, they had been peaceful.

Until a thousand years ago, the witches of the Witch War Sect emerged, and the two evils and good were temporarily put aside their rift. It took three years to finally join forces to wipe out the Witch War Sect."

"Ah? Why is this?"

Everyone was shocked. What was widely circulated on the mainland was that the witchcraft art of harming the heavens and the demon sects such as Hehuan Valley could not bear it, so they joined forces with the right path and surrounded them.

Unexpectedly, it was because of one person and a woman!

Zheng Rui looked complicated. Before coming to Zhongzhou, his elders repeatedly reminded him not to be careless. Wizarding people are nothing, and witchcraft should be taken with extra caution.

Considering that he, as an elite disciple of the sect, would participate in the encirclement and suppression of Canye Pavilion throughout the process, and after careful consideration, his father informed him of the incident that year, and he was shocked to think about it.

After scanning everyone's eyes, Zheng Rui said in a deep voice: "Although the witchcraft is mysterious and unpredictable, it is extremely expensive. At the least, it can damage one's own life and fortune, and at worst, it can harm the descendants of the family. There is also the danger of being retaliated by witchcraft. Therefore, the wizards are extremely cautious and will not easily use it.

Later, the witches of the Witchcraft Sect learned a puppet technique from somewhere, using mecha puppets as a substitute to help the wizard share the cost.

In this way, there is no limit to witchcraft, some small witchcraft can even be used at no cost, and the cost required by some taboo techniques is greatly reduced.

The former Palace Master of the Phantom Palace was in seclusion in his cave. One day, the disciple found that his soul lamp was out. After checking, he found that he had been dead for more than three months.

There was no wound on his body, nor any sign of being possessed. A ferocious curse pattern at his heart's mouth was obviously dead due to a witchcraft curse."

Everyone felt their hair standing upside down when they heard this, and they could be hit by their own caves. This witchcraft was too amazing.

"Later, several powerful people who had a grudge against the Witchcraft died one after another. Everyone in Canglan Continent was in danger. Under the leadership of our four major sects, they launched a vigorous encirclement and suppression of the Witchcraft Sect.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul monks died in that disaster, and the casualties of the Jindan Foundation-building monks were extremely heavy. They paid an extremely tragic price and finally destroyed all the mecha puppets and surrounded the witchcraft masters, witches and other senior officials in the witchcraft access control area.

At the end of the road, the witch launched a curse at the cost of the lives of the senior officials. Our former Taiyi Sect, the ancestor of the Nangong family of Tianxin Pavilion, and the old master of the Four Seasons Valley were attacked one after another. The three of them quickly announced their retreat, but they were unable to survive."

Zheng Rui pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, and his heart felt sour. His grandparents died in that encirclement, leaving behind his young father at that time. Fortunately, the Zheng family was harmonious and united, and their lineage was passed down smoothly.
To be continued...