"You! You..."

Situ Yong pointed at Liu Wenzhong with a look of fear and disbelief, and his voice was filled with fear, "You actually... you have broken through to the fourth level of Qihai! You are already in the middle stage of Qihai!"

"Uncle Situ, you have been busy making transactions with the Xianmo School over the years, looking for shortcuts to break through, but you have forgotten the most essential thing in cultivating immortals."

Liu Wenzhong looked at Situ Yong with a hint of regret, and sighed: "For the so-called treasures, he did not hesitate to kill innocent people and colluded with the Xianmo Sect. Come back to Tianshu Peak with me, the master still wants to see you."

"Ph! You're talking light!"

The flying sword in front of Situ Yong buzzed again, pointing at Liu Wenzhong from afar, and said frantically: "How old are you? Can you understand the pain of not being able to break through the bottleneck in a century? What they are right, only by quitting feelings and being loyal can we go further..."

"You really think so? Uncle Master, do you know why I can find you?"

Liu Wenzhong shook his head slightly, his tone full of disappointment: "The master has been connected with his body and mind and has reached the state of great perfection in the Qihai Period. Even if he cannot make progress in this life, he is enough to notice that you are meeting here."

Situ Yong's expression was dull when he heard this, and he fell into confusion.

A few years ago, Situ Yong listened to the instigation of the people of the Xianmo Sect and changed the ruthless immortal path, hoping that his cultivation would go further. But now, his senior brother and his disciple had improved their cultivation...

Isn't it ironic?

"You all go to die!"

This made Situ Yong's already twisted heart even more exciting. He roared in anger and attacked Liu Wenzhong frantically. The white flying sword brought out several ripples and transformed into countless translucent flying blades pointing directly at Liu Wenzhong.

At the same time, Situ Yong threw out a brush and a magic weapon in the style of a jade pendant, and stimulated it with all his strength. The surging spiritual power burst into the surroundings uncontrollably, and crushed several large trees that were hugging together.

The small brush rose in the air in the wind and turned directly into more than three feet long. With a swing, it quickly wrote a series of huge immortal texts, flashing golden light to meet Liu Wenzhong's flying sword. The jade pendant instantly turned into seven pieces, and each piece condensed into a layer of green shield, protecting Situ Yong firmly in the center.

Liu Wenzhong is still a flying sword, transforming into two, two, and four. It seems to be understatement, but it suppresses Situ Yong tightly and does not give the other party a chance to breathe. The gap in the realm cannot be made up. Situ Yong is only in the early stage of the Qi Sea, and he looks like a helpless child in front of Liu Wenzhong.

Situ Yong, surrounded by the sword formation, started to roar, and three magic weapons attacked the overwhelming sword formation, throwing countless talismans frantically.

But after a moment, Situ Yong's cursing sound became smaller and smaller, and the dense red flying swords eroded the space around Situ Yong bit by bit. The floating immortal text and green spirit covers shattered. Liu Wenzhong looked up and closed his eyes when he saw this, and couldn't bear to see his uncle's death.

Several magic weapons quickly became dull and then ruthlessly grounded to pieces by the sword formation. Situ Yong spurted out an old blood and his body shook twice in the air. The magic weapons and the master were closely linked by spiritual power. Three magic weapons were destroyed in a row, and Situ Yong's injuries were no longer ordinary.

Moreover, after being injured, Situ Yong's movements became slower and he was taken out by the flying sword, especially his thighs were exposed by the flying sword. If he hadn't relied on his deep cultivation, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The flying sword buzzed and its momentum was like a rainbow. Seeing that the situation was not good, Situ Yong would be dismembered by the Ranjian if he held on. He could only look at Liu Wenzhong outside the sword formation with resentment, reach out and take out a green Taoist talisman from his arms, and pinched his palms hard.

"Um?"

Liu Wenzhong opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the sword formation, his voice full of surprise.

A green light suddenly flashed in the center of the sword formation, and a thin green light shot out from the middle of the sword formation in an incomprehensible manner. In the blink of an eye, it flew a hundred steps away, and disappeared into the distance of the woods in a few breaths. When Liu Wenzhong was surprised, the green light had already flown to the valley in the distance.

Liu Wenzhong frowned tightly, immediately took off his sword, and a red light lit up around him and chased him tightly.

...

Outside Shanyin City, next to the ruined temple.

Yang Xiu stood up and bounced the dust on his body. Looking back, Wang Gan's whole body disappeared. Moreover, Wang Gan was like a black mole man. His body quickly disappeared into ashes, and the rocks that wrapped his legs turned into spiritual energy again and disappeared.

Wang Gan used the power of medicine to forcibly improve his cultivation. He thought he could be a good idea to deal with Yang Xiu, but he didn't know that Yang Xiu had a deep skill and was close to the third level of body tempering.

Ordinary people are in pain when learning, and they spend months making Taoist talismans, which usually only take one or two hours in Yang Xiu's hands. So now the advanced Taoist talismans in Yang Xiu's hands are emerging one after another, just a small arsenal, and Wang Gan is considered dead.

After confirming that the other party was dead, he put his sword in the sheath and rushed into the ruined temple quickly.

The ancient temple is not big, with two small courtyards in front and back. Most of the broken walls collapsed, and the rooms are already dilapidated. Only the tall main hall in the backyard is barely retained as it is.

Yang Xiu held the white deer sword in his hand and walked quickly through the temple, anxiously searching for Hu Zi's figure. When he passed through the main hall, he suddenly saw the figure lying in the corner, and the anxiousness on his face immediately turned into a surprise.

"Huzi, Huzi!?"

Yang Xiu rushed to Hu Zi's side, and even though Hu Zi called several times, he could not react. He immediately nervously checked Hu Zi's breathing and heartbeat. After confirming that Hu Zi was normal, he breathed a lot of breath.

Maybe he was stunned by the spell?

With Wang Gan's personality, he should be disdainful of drugging a mortal, right? Moreover, Hu Zi looked like he was sleeping soundly and was snoring slightly, so he should be fine.

Yang Xiu did not dare to try randomly, so he decided to send Hu Zi back to Shanyin City and let the doctor see it.

At this moment, Yang Xiu, who was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard a strange sound from the sky outside the house, followed by "Boom!" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Yang Xiu was shocked and immediately turned around and leaned against the door frame, looking out.

In the open space on the side of the small temple, a ball of light fell from the air to the ground, smashing a large pit, and the surrounding ground was covered with cracks.

After a moment, the dazzling light slowly dissipated, and a tall and thin figure staggered out. Yang Xiu saw the other person clearly, his muscles tightened, and his whole body was covered with bone-broken chill.

The old man in front of him was wearing a Taoist robe with high cheekbones. He was Wang Gan’s master, the elder of Bingdaotang, and Situ Yong!

However, Situ Yong was not as good as his usual fairy-like appearance. The sword behind him had long been thrown away, and the white Taoist robe was tattered, as if it had been burned by fire.

Every time I took a step, a stream of blood gushed out of the wound on my thigh, with a terrifying shape.

What shocked Yang Xiu the most was that Situ Yong's face was pale at this moment, coughing constantly, and blood came out of his nostrils and mouth, dyeing the front collar a bright red color, and he was stumbled towards the ruined temple.

broken!

Situ Yong's appearance here shows that he knows what Wang Gan did, the bloody case in Shanyin City, the collusion with the Xianmo Sect, and the mysterious pills...

Maybe Situ Yong is the mastermind behind the whole incident!

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but become nervous. He looked back at Hu Zi lying on the ground, and was anxious: Situ Yong is a cultivator in the Qihai Period, what should I do now?

It seems that the other party is seriously injured, so leave and hide first? But let’s not talk about whether he can escape smoothly. If you miss this opportunity now, when will you have the opportunity to find out the truth behind it and avenge Aunt Liu?
Chapter completed!