Kunlun's ancestor worship was destroyed so much that the destruction man in white escaped. This really slapped the fairy sect in the face. The matter that followed was only allowed to be dealt with by the head of the king. The resentment in the heart of the sect leader Xuanyuan Shi was already described in words.
At the last moment, he had already discovered that his nine black gold sword energy had not left the man, and the resentment in his heart became even stronger.
Because the enemy fled under the power of Xuanyuan Shi, Kunlun's ancestor worship was finally completed. The VIP did not leave early, but everyone was guessing where the man in white came from, and there seemed to be few people in China who could reach this level.
It seems that with some people's intentional reminder, everyone silently speculated that it was done by the Holy Clan, but most people did not believe what the Holy Clan did. It is not easy to destroy the Immortal Sect with the power of the Holy Clan...
On this day, the simple figure was still there, wearing a plain clothes and a wisp of gorgeous hair, like a god. Walking in the void and stepping on auspicious clouds, the sect leader, who is over 80 years old, is standing in the sea of clouds at this moment.[
As if there was a real ground under the sea of clouds, Xuanyuan Shi was as relaxed as if walking on the flat ground, and his cultivation was superb and he was ranked among the immortal class. However, Xuanyuan Shi's face was not good at this time, and his originally rosy face was slightly pale at this moment.
There was nothing in front of Xuanyuan Shi. There was originally a stone tablet before, but that day it turned into a stubborn stone and had complete spirituality.
"Oh... is this the punishment of the heaven to my Immortal Sect?" The old white hair and the delicate face no longer existed. It seemed that I was ten years older, and there were eye patterns on the corners of my eyes. "Is what I did to go against the sky?" Xuanyuan Shi looked up at the sky, looked at the blue sky like clear eyes, and thought quietly.
"Who are they? Who are they?" Xuanyuan Shi asked Cangtian, but Cangtian was moved at all, as if he was unwilling to answer his question.
"Lei Kongfeng..." Xuanyuan Shi's expression became solemn, "Will the rise of my Immortal Sect affect you?" Xuanyuan Shi seemed to remember the most likely object and the most unlikely object.
"Is it a holy clan?" he looked at the sky with guess.
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Now, the Ten Saints have left Kunlun. They are still sneaky and dodge in the dark all the time.
"Boss, what's strange about him?" Jin Qian looked puzzled and looked at a disciple of a small sect walking not far away. However, this disciple walked alone by the foot of the mountain, with a calm face, as if he had completely forgotten the battle on the top of the mountain. This disciple seemed to be a disciple who had previously fought with Jin Qian, but Qu Yu Jin Qian's power was only angry but not dared to speak out.
"If you don't go back with the sect, and leave alone on the remote path, this alone is already suspicious. He had looked at Tian Qianyang with his eyes before, but others probably couldn't see it, but how could he escape my eyes?" Leng Xiaoran raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the disciple in front of him with a sharp expression.
"And he doesn't seem to have no sect." Bai Ling'er also revealed one of his suspicious details, "And when the man in white attacked, he seemed to escape immediately, with no scruples. The decisiveness seemed to have predicted it long ago."
"By the way, I don't know what the group of people in white came to Kunlun to worship their ancestors and cause trouble?" Ying Jianjian touched his chin with a rigorous expression.
"Framed the blame." Feng Qi said lightly.
"Hmm? I don't understand." Lin Er said with round eyes staring at Feng Ji.
Feng Ji rolled his eyes, as if he was unwilling to say more, and Bai Ling'er continued: "It's a very inferior frame-up. Do you remember the power used by those three people?"
"Feng Lei Kong." Lei Hu looked at everyone with a smile, as if he was more excited about the first answer.
"Which force can exert the power of space?" Bai Ling'er asked back.
"Saint..." Lei Hu shouted excitedly again, but it stopped abruptly just by shouting.
Everyone looked at each other for a long time and didn't continue talking...[
After a while, Leng Xiaoran suddenly said, "This matter is not so simple and it ends. Kunlun ancestor worship is just the beginning."
"That's right." Bai Ling'er stared at Leng Xiaoran with bright eyes, and then asked, "What do you want us?"
"Bai Ling'er Meng Meisha Yingfeng is a group of four people, Ying Jian Arrow Golden Gun Yan Hao Lei Hu is a group of four people, investigate this. Ye Lin, you secretly Hui tribe, observe all the movements in the tribe. I can follow this person in front of you." Leng Xiaoran said lightly.
"Are you alone?" Bai Ling'er asked with a little concern.
"Are you worried?" Meng Mei smiled with her chest in her arms.
"Where..." Bai Ling'er glanced at Meng Mei, her cheeks turned red, and then said lightly: "If you have anything, just send a message to thousands of miles." After that, she left with a white light on her body. Meng Mei pursed her red lips, looked at Leng Xiaoran, and then followed Bai Ling'er's footsteps.
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After everyone left, Leng Xiaoran flashed and followed the disciple.
The disciple was a little uneasy in his heart. He turned around and saw no movement, but he accelerated his pace. Leng Xiaoran also accelerated his pace. However, soon after, Leng Xiaoran frowned and looked at the figure in front of him, and his legs were already kicking up and rushing up the jungle trees around him.
"Did you find me?" Leng Xiaoran's body suddenly turned into a layer of light fog, flying in the forest without making any sound.
"Suosu" several times came, Leng Xiaoran stopped his body, while the figure of the disciple slowly disappeared into the dense forest in front of him.
"Well..." Leng Xiaoran thought for a moment, then revealed her true self, standing on a thick branch, staring at the three flying blades in front of her that were inserted on the main trunk of the tree.
His eyes were solemn and coldly for a long time, then he smiled without saying a word. He waved his hand gently on the three flying blades, as if a light mist was raised. However, the flying blade in front of him did not change at all, but Leng Xiaoran was stretching his legs forward.
He said lightly: "Such inferior formation also wants to stop me?" Although he said so, Leng Xiaoran's heart was even more confused, "Did he really discover my existence? Or..." Although he was still guessing in his heart, Leng Xiaoran's figure was getting faster and faster. Soon, why did the rapid flashing figure in front of him appear again?
"Hmph" a cold snorted as if the tip of his nose was there, and then the sound turned into light fog, which seemed like something in the mist in the forest.
Soon, the disciple's body stopped, as if waiting for something. Moreover, his expression was calm and he was not worried at all. Leng Xiaoran knew most of the time. The previous inferior formation was just a long-range warning and restriction.