Qin Di walked over, kicked it on the head, and shouted, "Tell me! Who are you?"

There could still be a sound in his head and he said hatefully: "Let me tell me who you are? When I came to the territory of Xuanshuimen in Beihai, I didn't even come down to pay my respects. Instead, I flew over my head with a swagger. Have you taken our Xuanshuimen seriously?"

Qin Di kicked again and said, "So you are a Jindan monk from Xuanshuimen?"

The head rolled on the ground for a long time before stopping, his head and face were covered with mud, and he still said in a fierce and powerful voice: "I'm Xuanyinping! My father is the leader of the Xuanshui Sect, Xuan Jiuyou in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Do you dare to offend me and wait for the cramps to be peeled off!"

Qin Di stepped on his head hard and said, "At this point, do you think I will let you go?"

The head screamed: "My father has the soul search of the nine heavens and ten earths. If you dare to take action, you will not be able to escape from his pursuit!"

"I slaughtered you in this wilderness, how could he find me?"

"Hmph! As long as I have a trace of residual soul and a drop of blood remain, it can be calculated by my father! And I tell you, there is a kind of Yin lamp in our Xuanshui Gate. If I die, Yin fire will follow you and will not disperse for thousands of years! So, you should release me honestly! As long as you give me that big bird, I will not pursue your offense!"

Qin Di shook his head: "At this time, I still dare to say these big words! I really never regret it!"

"Ata, I'm leaving you with the work of destroying corpses!"

The God-Suppressing Tower agreed and sucked all the head and body into the pagoda. Even the soil on the ground was sucked up, and soon it was spit out again. At the same time, it also had a treasure bow and a storage ring.

Qin Di looked at the treasure bow and found that it was a first-level Tongtian Spirit Treasure, so he prepared to put it away. As for the storage ring, he was too lazy to look at it, so he wanted to throw it into Fangcun Mountain and leave it for his disciples to play.

However, this matter is not over. He calculated the divination technique explained by his master Dayan Seventy-three for a while, and found that the road ahead was confused and seemed to have great evil signs.

As he had no choice, he cast a thousand miles of barren land at the place where he was fighting, burning the surroundings with fire, and the treasure bow and the things in the storage ring were burned in the fire for a while.

Then, he used the skill of spring breeze and rain to make the surrounding plants grow again.

At this time, after calculating again, the road ahead became much brighter, but it was still a bit dangerous, but I didn’t know where the danger came from.

Qin Di frowned and had no choice but to invite his master Dayan Seventy-three out.

Da Yan Qisan glanced at it and said lightly: "About till you squat behind you, there is a yin fire that cannot be seen by the naked eye. When you were casting thousands of miles apart in the naked earth, you cast spells forward, so you did not touch the yin fire. As long as you wave backwards and release a celestial spiritual fire, you can swallow the yin fire."

Qin Di acted as he said, released the immortal level Li Zun divine fire, burned him around, and then calculated again, and finally it was fine.

Dayan Qisan stomped on the ground, then patted his shoulder, turned around and entered the cave.

Qin Di was very grateful to this famous master. Because it was not a joke to provoke the late stage of the Nascent Soul, it means that the entire Jindan Sect might be in trouble. Xu Zhenjun, who currently has the highest ability in the Jindan Sect, is still in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If the other party comes to the door, it will be difficult to deal with.

Success or failure depends on details, and eliminating all hidden dangers intovisibility is Qin Di's usual rule.

Qin Di is a gentle person. He doesn't like killing people on weekdays, and he doesn't like killing millions of people with one sword. Such a person is better than a devil. But he is not a bad person. If someone is indiscriminate and provokes him, he will be killed as soon as possible without hesitation, and he will also kill the roots without leaving any troubles.

He turned around and looked around, and found that everything was as usual, without any abruptness, so he quickly left.

Since you have reached the territory of Xuanshuimen, let’s take a look.

The five-colored divine bird put away its huge body and turned into a four-inch bird that stopped on his shoulder.

Qin Di changed his appearance and turned into an ordinary early stage monk in the foundation building stage, flying forward at a low altitude.

There is a medium-sized river on the edge of the North Sea, called "Yingling River". There is a huge water vein at the mouth of the Yinling River and at the junction of the North Sea.

The headquarters of the Xuanshuimen in Beihai is on a series of islands not far from the estuary of the sea, known as the Twelve Chain Docks.

Twelve islands are surrounded by a circle, with a large island in the middle, called Xuanshui Island.

In the center of Xuanshui Island, there is a large palace at the highest position, with the words "Xuanshui Hall" written on it, which is where the sect leader lives.

At this moment, Xuan Jiuyou, the head of Xuanshui Sect, was sitting in a large chair, with a glittering golden book spreading out in front of him. The cover of the book was engraved with the four big words "Xuanshui Treasure Book".

He sat there motionless, not knowing how long he had been watching.

The hall was very quiet, and no one came to disturb me from morning to night.

Xuan Jiuyou is nominally the leader of Xuanshui Sect, but in fact, he has already handed over all the sect affairs to his disciples for management.

He has entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul for many years and is concentrating on studying the Xuanshui Treasure Book, striving to go further within a hundred years, step into the Buxu level, and become a terrified great monk of the surrounding sects.

Xuan Jiuyou's entire mind was condensed in the golden book in front of him. When his soul was wandering outside the sky, he suddenly heard a sound from the gate of the palace, and his footsteps were in a panic, as if something big had happened.

He took back his mind from the golden book, and felt a little angry. When he looked up, he found that it was his third disciple, and the name he had given him was named Xuan Sanshui.

Xuan Jiuyou suppressed his heart fire and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Xuan Sanshui looked middle-aged, but he looked panicked: "Master, something is wrong! Senior Brother Xuan Yinping's soul lamp is out!"

"What?" Xuan Jiuyou suddenly changed color, stood up suddenly, and touched Jin Shu to the ground.

He stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Sanshui's neck and asked viciously: "Say it again! Have you seen it clearly? How could Yinping's soul lamp be destroyed? Yinping is already the Great Perfect Golden Pill, and he is holding the spiritual treasure "Overb Bow" I gave him. Even an ordinary early-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul is not his opponent. How could his soul lamp be extinguished?"

Xuan Sanshui's neck was almost breathless when he pinched it. He struggled for a while. After Xuan Jiuyou slightly let go of his hand, he said, "Hehe, Master, I was also listening to the disciples below, which scared me at that time. When I went over and checked in person, Senior Brother Yinping's soul lamp had indeed been extinguished!"

Xuan Jiuyou slapped him out: "No, I have only this son, and the entire Xuanshui Sect is dead, it's not his turn!" As he said that, his body had turned into a whirlwind and flew out.

Xuan Sanshui fell to the ground, his face covered in blood. It took a long time to get up and quietly dodge him.

Xuan Jiuyou came to the Soul Hall of the Sect in a blink of an eye and soon arrived at the location of his son Xuanyin Ping Soul Lantern. After a closer look, the originally bright soul lamp had indeed been extinguished, and there was not even a little residual fire and white smoke left, just like a basin of cold water poured from above, extinguishing it cleanly!

"Ah...Who is it? Who is it? I dare to kill my son and escape to the horizon and I will not let you go!"

The disciples nearby were so scared that they shrank and ran quietly into the distance.

Xuan Jiuyou left the Soul Hall, pinched a magic trick, and his body began to rotate in circles, and stopped nine times in a row, and suddenly became stunned!

"No trace of mark! Not only does it have no residual soul or a drop of blood, but even the Yin lamp I planted for him disappeared! Could it be that the high-level monk Buxu came?"

Thinking of this, his almost crazy heart gradually cooled down, but he was still unwilling to accept it. He closed his eyes and muttered something. At a time, a erratic ghost appeared in front of him.

The ghost returned to the Soul Hall, sniffed it on the extinguished soul lamp, and then flew out.

Xuan Jiuyou flew forward with the ghost. After about an hour, he arrived in a deep mountain, with no one around.

Xuan Jiuyou was a little annoyed and didn't know what his son came here to do.

He flew dozens of miles in the deep mountains, and the ghost stopped and couldn't leave on the empty grass.

Xuan Jiuyou landed from the sky and looked at the many trees around him. There was only this grass field, and the grass was lush, as if there was a rich spiritual energy below.

He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully without missing any clues.

After watching for a long time, there was nothing around, only a very shallow footprint.

Xuan Jiuyou felt relieved when he saw the footprints: "At last, there was a little trace left behind. If there was such a footprint, you wouldn't be afraid that the murderer's foot would not be able to find it."

He closed his eyes, a wind blew up in front of him, and then a faint mist radiated around him, and gradually the mist turned into a human form.

After a moment, the human-shaped mist became clearer and clearer, and the eyebrows, nose and mouth appeared one by one, only the eyes were not opened.

The moment Xuan Jiuyou was looking at his eyes, the human-shaped mist eyes also opened.

Xuan Jiuyou felt a ray of light shot into his eyes. The light was a hundred times stronger than the sun, which made his eyes lose their light. At the same time, a "buzzing" sound came from his mind, as if someone was talking to him in his mind, but it seemed that he didn't say anything.

Xuan Jiuyou's eyes were painful and his whole body was trembling. He had no strength, so he could only sit on the ground with his head in his arms.

He whined: "True Lord Hedao! It turns out to be True Lord Hedao! Yinping, who are you bad for provoking? How can you provoke the ancestor Hedao? You deserve to die! You can't avenge you for your father!"

Xuan Jiuyou struggled to return to his palace until his eyes recovered three months later.
Chapter completed!