Seeing General Lie and the young brother and sister leaving, Xie Xuan's eyes flashed, and he stroked his hair with his right hand, sighed slightly, turned a corridor and headed to the other side of the Jinxiang River.

He had not left too far just now. After all, he had practiced the Wuming Art to the fourth level, stepped into the virtual room and generated electricity, and almost became a peerless figure of the True Immortal on Land. Even though his strength has dropped greatly now, he could not scare him by just a martial saint.

"I can't do anything to just be a martial saint, but it's not difficult to escape, but what if it's a human immortal or a land god?"

Thinking of this, Xie Xuan felt a strong sense of oppression in his heart. He asked himself that if he had faced the human immortal, even if he had tried his best, he would probably not be able to escape the fate of death. As for the land gods, there is no need to mention the peerless strong man who has reached that level, he can collapse his mind with just one look.

"The Beiming Divine Art will be full of troubles, otherwise it would be a wonderful method to improve your cultivation..."

Xie Xuan secretly felt sorry. With his eyesight, he could see that the Beiming Divine Art is a taboo technique, especially for cultivators like him who have no bottlenecks before jumping to the real immortal on land. As long as he absorbs enough true energy and magic power, he can even cross several levels in a short period of time. Not to mention restoring his cultivation in his previous life, even on this basis, there is still a lot of potential for another breakthrough.

As long as you step into the level of electricity generation in the virtual room and become a true immortal on land in one fell swoop, even if you cannot be invincible, it is more than enough to protect yourself.

"If a martial saint was tied up in front of him, could I resist using the Beiming Divine Art?"

Xie Xuan shook his head and threw this problem behind his head. The most urgent task was to find out Yunlei's whereabouts. Although his fight with General Lie was lightning and dark night, it was covered by rain and rain, the violent and uncovered spiritual fluctuations could not be hidden. If Han Feng was really nearby, he would have noticed it immediately.

He cast his eyes on the pleasure boat in Jinxiang River again, but Xie Xuan did not continue to search. He was not afraid of provoking other powerful people in the pleasure boat again. The Martial Saint is not a cabbage, and one crop is still there. If he could meet another martial Saint-level strong man on other pleasure boats, it can only be said that his passing years is unfavorable.

"Linhuju, by the way, why did I forget Linhuju!"

Xie Xuan's heart moved and his figure flashed into Linhuju. As one of the top restaurants in Youzhou, the fifth-level attic is brightly lit, the two floors on the ground floor are noisy and lively, and there are endless drinkers. The higher you go, the more you look deserted. If you want to live in the back third floor, you can not simply solve it by money. It is often a symbol of identity. Standing on the fifth-level attic in Linhuju, you can see the beauty of the entire Jinxiang River.

After landing on the third floor attic, Xie Xuan thought for a while, calmness appeared on his face, and he walked up slowly without making any sound. He condensed the soul thought of the peak of the Divine Spirit to control the cultivation of the sixth level of the Transcendence Heaven. Naturally, he was familiar with it and had no gaps. Even the Martial Saint, who also entered the Divine Spirit level, raised his spiritual awareness to the limit, and may not be able to detect it within ten feet.

"You are so lucky to take care of this woman. If there is any mistake, I will ask you. Do you remember it clearly!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

Just as Xie Xuan was about to step onto the fifth attic, his ears moved and he heard such a feminine and gloomy voice instructing him. It was Han Feng's voice, and the sound of the answer was somewhat familiar, but it was Mr. Mo.

"With my soul and mind power, within a hundred feet of the range, you can see through the hair with just one thought. How can Han Feng escape the search for spiritual mind?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Xie Xuan's eyes. Although he did not directly search Linhuju with his divine thoughts, he also used his thoughts to connect the world and sense the situation, but there was no trace of Han Feng in his senses. He did not think too much, snorted coldly, and his figure flashed away.

On the fifth attic, there is a spacious and luxurious room.

"Well, that's good. If you get this done, and when Chang Jiuling takes his post, you will be the leader of the South China Sect."

Han Feng said lightly, and Mr. Mo immediately showed an expression of ecstasy on his face, and he leaned over and was about to bow down.

At this moment, a slight low moan came from the sleeve of Han Feng's robe, like a tremolo sound produced by mosquitoes shaking their wings.

"not good!"

Han Feng, who had been standing on the Taishi chair with a calm face, changed his face drastically, and his eyes showed a hint of panic, and his body swung straight into the inner room. His speed was as fast as light and fire. In an instant, a strong wind blew up in the whole room, which caused the window curtains, tables and chairs to start shaking.

Mr. Mo was shocked. He was driven by the strong wind and even he felt his body tremble. As soon as a hint of surprise arose in his heart, he heard a sneer, followed by Han Feng screaming, and his body waned from the air.

A slight whistle shook the air and suddenly rushed towards Mr. Mo. His pupils suddenly opened wide. Mr. Mo had just raised his right hand to act in a stance, and his body trembled. A little blood splashed out from his throat and fell to the ground, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Han Feng of Xianan Huazong was offended by somewhere, and he suddenly attacked the younger generation?"

Han Feng collapsed to the ground, his whole body trembled slightly, a handsome and gloomy face twisted, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't stop sliding down his forehead. Just now, his opponent stopped him and sent a true energy into his body, destroying the internal organs of the lungs and rushing through the tendons and veins. Such pain made him feel that life was worse than death, and he endured the piercing pain and said in a trembling voice.

Xie Xuan smiled lightly, did not answer, walked inward, and soon walked out with Yunlei in her arms and looked at Han Feng indifferently. He had just checked, and Yunlei just fell into a coma and was not injured at all.

Seeing this, Han Feng felt bitter. He had always been cautious in his actions. He conducted an investigation before kidnapping Yunlei and knew that Yunlei was just an ordinary disciple of Lingxiao Sect and had no major background. Who knew that he was following the warrior in the eighth-grade competition area first, and accidentally discovered that his opponent was very concerned about Yunlei, and now he has even provoked such a strong man.

"Senior, today I went out and found someone sneaking out of Miss Yun, and put her in the tree. Then I secretly rescued her and had no intention of offending Miss Yun. Please forgive me!" Han Feng tried hard to stabilize his mind and said calmly.

A hint of mockery appeared on the corner of Xie Xuan's mouth. Han Feng was indeed a trick. At this time, he was still clever and said it was a nine-point fact, with the exception of the purpose of one point.

With a flash of eyes, Xie Xuan touched his nose and said coldly: "Hmph, you dare to deceive Mu, that person is far stronger than you. With you following behind, he can easily detect you. Wouldn't he beg for death?"

A hint of joy flashed across Han Feng's face. It seemed that he had a bet right. Although this middle-aged Confucian scholar knew the warrior, he had no good feelings when he heard his tone. When he thought of this, his expression became more respectful: "Senior doesn't know anything, because there is a 'breath-retaining talisman' hidden underneath."

"The breath-catching talisman?" Xie Xuan's expression moved. Just by listening to the name, he knew the function of this talisman.

"That's right! This talisman is one of the two rare treasures of the Nanhua Sect in the South China Sect. It has the effect of consolidating the essence and converging the essence. Once activated, the person and the surrounding area are integrated and difficult to distinguish each other. Unless they are cultivators at the human immortal level, no one will notice it."

Han Feng said honestly in order to save his life.

Xie Xuan was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "You were able to detect Mu in advance. Is it because of this talisman?"

Han Feng's expression tightened, looked up at Xie Xuan, and saw that the other party looked smiling, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said with a bitter smile: "Senior is indeed a clever one. It is another rare treasure of Nanhua Sect 'qi measurement bell'. As the name suggests, this Xiaoling has a wonderful monitoring reaction to the monks. However, the stronger the monks, if they deliberately hide, the weaker the role of this bell will play. For example, the senior, it is closer to the range of ten feet below, and then there will be a faint sensing."

Xie Xuan smiled slightly after hearing this, stared at Han Feng, and his voice suddenly sank: "You are so detailed, aren't you afraid that I will feel sorry for seeing the treasure?"

"I have intended to give the breath-catching talisman and the air-testing bell to my seniors, hoping that the seniors will not care about the rashness."

Han Feng gritted his teeth and said bitterly. These two treasures were originally intended to exchange foundation-building pills, but he also knew that if he did not leave anything today, he would be afraid that his life would be difficult to save. Seeing that the other party's face remained unchanged, he could only grit his teeth and said, "But before this, I hope that the senior can swear with his soul. Otherwise, even if his soul is scattered, I will definitely strictly guard the control techniques of the alien treasure."

Xie Xuan smiled lightly, with a faint smile on his face, and his quiet eyes fell on Han Feng. After a while, he suddenly showed a strange smile: "I would rather lose my soul than keep the control technique?"

"senior!"

Han Feng's face changed, and a feeling of badness arose in his heart.

"Senior, haha, look who am I?" Xie Xuan sneered, and used the "Yi Jin Zheng Bones" method. His body and face changed rapidly. In Han Feng's dumbfounded, the "Senior" in front of him had a gentle and handsome face quickly became gloomy and cold, especially his narrow eyes, which exuded a cold air, which instantly transformed from his elegant temperament to a look of awe-inspiring evil spirit and a sudden rise in chill.

"You, it's you..." Han Feng suddenly became frightened, and his eyes that had calmed down showed panic. Since the other party had exposed his true face, he naturally wanted to kill someone to silence him. Of course, he could not have imagined that his current appearance was not Xie Xuan's true appearance.

Xie Xuan ignored him, snorted coldly, put his two fingers together, and bounced his nails. A strong wind whistled through the wine pot on the sandalwood table. This exquisitely crafted and valuable wine pot suddenly shattered, and all the wine splashed out, splashing into the sky.

Xie Xuan waved his hand, raised his sleeves, and rolled all the wine into his sleeves. The vortex nebula in his body automatically condensed, and when he urged the wine, it immediately turned into layers of crystal white ice residue.

"You have the breath-retention talisman, and I happen to have the life and death talisman!" Looking at Han Feng, who was full of confusion and panic, Xie Xuan chuckled.

...

Whoosh!

An oil umbrella spread out, blocking the continuous rain. The night became deeper and the rain became heavier and heavier. After a while, the entire umbrella surface was soaked.

Under the eaves of the umbrella, through layers of thin water curtains, Xie Xuan looked at Linhuju behind him, and a look of satisfaction appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although he experienced some twists and turns, he finally got even more rewards. His cultivation level jumped from the third level of Transcendence to the fifth level of Heaven, and he increased two levels out of thin air. He also obtained eight pearls, five various talismans, two extraordinary treasures, and a volume of "Nanhua Fire Control Art".

Looking at Yunlei curled up in her arms, seeing her expression soothing, she frowned slightly between her eyebrows, and didn't know what she was thinking about, Xie Xuan smiled, patted her shoulder, and flew up. She glittered a little on the surface of Jinxiang River. In an instant, she threw the Yuema Bridge behind her and walked into Congyun Tower.

There were many low-level and middle-level warriors from the bottom of the Yun Building. Although it was late at night, they were still drinking with great enthusiasm. At this moment, a cold young man was walking from a rainy night with a pretty girl, and his face was filled with warm expressions.

However, after these warriors who were dizzy and looked at them with a few blurred eyes, their eyes could not help but become clear, and they showed a solemn expression. They turned around and continued to drink, and they would never dare to glance around again. The cold young man came from such dense rain with his arms, and there was no rain on his body. This deep cultivation immediately shocked the warriors present.

The eyes of the shopkeeper of Yunlou flashed over. This man was about fifty years old, with a little fat and honest appearance. Xie Xuan looked at it casually. This man was the highest in the martial arts in the audience and had a seventh level of cultivation. He was not surprised that Youzhou was controlled by the five sects. Congyunlou and Linhuju, the famous local buildings that were famous should naturally be controlled by the five sects.

The shopkeeper still remembers Yunlei, but Xie Xuan did not talk nonsense. He took Yunlei into the room she booked, and placed Yunlei lightly on the big golden bed with a wisp of sandalwood, and covered it with a brocade tent.

Looking at Yunlei's sleeping expression, Xie Xuan took a deep breath, and suddenly shattered the vortex nebula in his body, turning into infinite starlight and extending from all corners of the Yun Tower, feeding all the information into his mind. After a long time, Xie Xuan stretched out his body, and thousands of spiritual thoughts that turned into gossips gathered like a tide to return to his soul.

After finishing all this, Xie Xuan showed a smile on his face. Although he killed Han Feng, Mr. Mo and others, it was always a disaster to keep the South China Sect. He had already made up his mind to eradicate the roots and pull the South China Sect away.

Just in order not to repeat the same mistakes, he used his spiritual sense to search the entire Congyun Tower. With his spiritual thoughts at the peak of his spiritual concentration, even the Martial Saint could not completely cover up the fluctuations in his mind. As long as there was a slight ill intention, he could be immediately noticed, which was simply as if he was observing the fire.

Restoring his soul to his best state, Xie Xuan controlled his face to look like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, sneered, turned over and out of the window, and headed towards the Nanhua Sect Headquarters of Zhuque Street.

...

The whole Youzhou was in full bloom.

In just one night, the Nanhua Sect, one of the five major sects, was cleaned up from Chang Jiuling, the head of the sect, the five elders, the twelve envoys, Mr. Mo, and more than 60% of the core disciples of the inner sect, were cleaned up. This was because the remaining 40% of the core disciples went out to preside over things and escaped.

Mr. Mo was killed in Linhuju, and the five elders died in the corridor of Linjiang Street. More than 200 remaining members of the Nanhua Sect, including the head of Chang Jiuling, were killed in the Zhuque General Altar.

The entire Suzaku General Altar has become a hell on earth, with a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

This is what happened when the leaders of the other four sects of Youzhou gathered together and saw it. The four of them were used to killing and even murderous people themselves, but when they saw such a scene, they couldn't help but change their faces.

The five major forces are based in Youzhou. In order to stabilize their own power and suppress the new gangs for many years, every sect leader has not known how many small and medium-sized sects they will destroy during their tenure. Of course, they are not fascinated by the murderer's bloody means.

What they are concerned about is what they see. Whether they are strong people who have entered the innate realm, transcendent stage, or acquired warriors, these people are killed by one blow, their bodies, hearts, eyebrows, or throats... Anyway, they can always find traces of penetration of strength in fatal parts.

The four of them were all experienced in fighting and fighting, and they could think of the scene at that time. Late at night, the murderer shattered the gate of the Suzaku General Hall, and immediately woke up the disciples of the Nanhua Sect. These fierce warriors were erect and clawed, and each of them was as fierce as a wolf, but soon they discovered that the other party was actually the real wolf.

Facing this group of fierce warriors, the murderer broke in like a walk in the garden. Just at the moment of attacking the sword, he was lightly bounced, and from the calm breeze, the whistling of the sharp wind, a wisp of strong wind was even more terrifying than any magic weapon...
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