Chapter 887 Re-entering Kuiyue City (Part 2)()

Lin Xuan stepped into the city.

Even if you look at the entire Youzhou, this city is only a handful in size. It is made of huge trees and is hundreds of miles long and wide. As you look around, it is extremely majestic.

The giant trees used to build the city are all over a thousand years old, extremely hard, and their defensive power is not much worse than that of stone.

The roads in the city are wide and the crowds are bustling. It seems to be more prosperous than the last time I came here.

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered and he looked around casually, but he did not stay nearby and went directly to the center of Kuiyue City.

A small city came into view...

This is the hub of the Kuiyue tribe. Except for a very small number of tribal leaders and nobles, the only people living there are wizards.

Lin Xuan was well-dressed and showed a little bit of magical power, so he naturally entered it with ease.

There are much fewer people inside. Although the Kuiyue tribe is the most prosperous tribe of the Moyue tribe, there are only seven or eight hundred wizards. In addition, some of them don't like to live in the city, so the popularity inside naturally seems a little bit...

Thin.

However, Lin Xuan didn't come here to visit relatives and friends. There were not many people there, so he naturally didn't take it to heart. He used his hidden power and quietly sneaked into the Tianxing Palace.

Released his spiritual consciousness, Lin Xuan searched the palace. After a moment, Lin Xuan raised his head, but there was some doubt on his face.

I didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power in the Nascent Soul stage. Could it be that the Hunyuan Ancestor happened not to be in the palace?

It can't be such a coincidence!

Lin Xuan frowned slightly. He had gone through all kinds of hardships and finally entered the depths of the Kuiyin Mountains. He didn't want to go in vain.

It seems like I need to find someone to find out about the situation.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened.

However, he did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. When he met several groups of wizards in a row, Lin Xuan let them go. Those people with the highest cultivation level were only in the foundation building stage, so they definitely couldn't know any inside information.

After a cup of tea, a tall and thin figure appeared in the garden ahead.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He was a red-faced old man. He had seen this man before. His cultivation had reached the late stage of pill condensation. He was the proud disciple of Patriarch Hunyuan and had practiced witchcraft.

The elders of the conference presided over the meeting.

Since he was the old monster's confidant, he must know his whereabouts. Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves and a sword energy flew out.

The blue light was dazzling, as if the opponent had been chopped in the chest.

The old man was stunned, his expression changed wildly, he opened his mouth and spit out a black bead...

However, Lin Xuan was not interested in spending time with him. Instead, he used Nine Heavenly Micro Steps to quietly come to his back. With a flick of his finger, a trace of spiritual power sank into his head.

The old man felt that the sky was spinning and the stars were flashing wildly in front of his eyes. Then he lost consciousness and turned over and fell to the ground.

From taking action to subduing him, it only took a breath of time. Lin Xuan's magical power was obviously superior to that of monks of the same level. A sneak attack on a small immortal cultivator at the stage of condensation was simply killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

No one in the entire Tianxing Palace noticed what had happened here. Then Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on his head...
Chapter completed!