The head was completely unrecognizable and it was unclear whose head it belonged to.
They were silent for a while, and then Lu asked, "Could it be that person who sent it?"
It turns out that in the past few years that Hun Xiaotian has lived in the Valley, the incident of the resurrection of the dead has never stopped. Various mountains have investigated this matter, but they are still unknown. However, this incident also cleared Hun Xiaotian of that day.
The suspicion of killing the Lin family.
Recently, many decent disciples have returned to the Barbarian Territory, trying to find evidence that this matter is related to the Nine Clans.
Hun Xiaotian thought for a while and said, "Has there been any movement in the Four Mountains in the past few years?"
Zhou Pingsheng said: "In the past few years, Binggu and Xishu Jianshan have been cultivating and recuperating, but the Tianwang Sect has become more and more powerful. Many small sects and Qi Palace are now under the jurisdiction of the Tianwang Sect."
Lu Kouchuan added: "Now as far north as you can see, they are all the lands of the Heavenly King Sect."
Hun Xiaotian said: "The Heavenly King Sect is so strong, hasn't it come here to cause trouble in these years?"
Lu Kouchuan sighed and shook his head, "With Shi Tuo's vengeance, how could he not come looking for trouble?"
"It's just that you have been missing, and the ambitions of the Heavenly King Sect are not in this remote corner. Although it is somewhat targeted, it is not too much."
He added: "You have just come back, take some time to cultivate yourself, and we will talk about these things later."
Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Hun Xiaotian already guessed what must have happened and did not continue to ask further questions.
"Elder brother, I will also go to the Barbarian Territory in a few days."
Lukou nodded sarcastically.
…
Soldier Valley.
Opening the quiet window, the drizzle wet the incense table, and a few lilac knots fell on the letter paper, and the Juanxiu handwriting on it slowly became blurred.
Senior Sister Qin and Senior Brother Xiaotian have returned to the mountain, Lan Ying.
After sitting quietly for a long time, she slowly walked out of the secret realm and came to Zhiyue Pavilion. She rolled up her sleeves and lit a gilt lotus lamp. She pushed aside the duckweed with her bare hands and gently put it into the lake. The green waves swayed.
The lotus lantern slowly drifted into the distance.
Nanming Waterside Pavilion, with gold hairpins standing sideways.
She looked deeply into the distance, and before she knew it, the night had grown deeper.
"It's been seven years, how are you... now?"
…
Imprisoned in Wushan
Xuanyuan Temple
Hun Xiaotian stood in front of the nine tombstones, pushed aside the weeds on the front stone, and stared deeply for a moment. He poured a pot of strong wine in front of the tombstone. In the blink of an eye, the nine deities of the Barbarian Realm were already lying here.
eleven years.
He turned around and moved forward. Xuanyuan Temple was already in ruins. Its majestic scale made it easy to see its former glory.
As he walked forward and walked into the darkest depths of the hall, Hun Xiaotian stopped. A one-armed man turned his back to him. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
The appearance of the Wu Clan Black Bird changed drastically. In the black robe wrapped around his body, he frowned and said, "You are back!"
"Um!"
"Have you had enough time in Gentle Countryside?"
Hun Xiaotian frowned and said nothing.
"I've been waiting for you all these years."
"You shouldn't have killed so many innocent people!"
"innocent people?"
Black Waiter suddenly shouted: "Which of our nine tribes is not innocent?"
Hun Xiaotian was speechless.
"I have been waiting for you for so many years, and am I just waiting for your accusation?"
"At least those children and women... shouldn't be killed!"
"That's enough! Did they show any mercy when they killed my people?"
"Wouldn't it be better for you to go and seek refuge in Binggu? With all the glory and wealth, and the company of fairies, what are you doing here?"
Hun Xiaotian held up his arm, threw a bottle of wine in front of him, and said silently: "Before you kill the person you want to kill, I'm afraid you will die like this."
After saying this, he turned around and left. His guess was right. All of this was indeed done by the Black Warrior of the Wu Clan. When the Wu Clan was destroyed by the Heavenly King Sect, he knew what the Black Warrior wanted. He was deeply concerned about the death of the disciples of the Central Plains Cultivation Sect.
There was no mercy at all, but he couldn't bear the misfortune of some innocent creatures. The bloody evil in the barbarian realm was getting stronger and stronger, and he was afraid that he would really fall into the abyss.
Returning to the Barbarian Territory this time, Hun Xiaotian felt a strong sense of crisis. The land had changed, and some areas had become deeply dark. With his current strength, he did not dare to go and check. He did not know why there was such a situation.
A strong evil spirit appeared, and along the way, some beasts had mutated to a very terrifying level, as well as the Black Warrior. He didn't know what opportunities he had in the past few years. Common sense suggested that he should not be as strong as he is now. He couldn't help but
I also thought about Zhao Jiuduan. I don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse if I didn’t kill him back then.
After leaving Xuanyuan Temple, he looked back and stared. If they really got to that point, Hun Xiaozhen didn't know how to face him.
"The barbarians really can't afford to kill any more people."
He returned to the bamboo house where Feng Ning'er grew up together. The place was already dilapidated. A small bamboo man was lying in the corner, rotten, black, and muddy, but his smile was still bright. Hun Xiaotian saw things and missed people.
Feeling extremely sad, I cleaned it up and stuffed it into my pocket.
In the past, Hun Xiaotian's attitude towards Xishu Jianshan was mixed. Until Feng Ning'er's death, he had secretly vowed that one day he would conquer Xishu Jianshan.
In five years, the great joy in his body has settled down, like a curve of water pregnant with several spiritual beads. The spiritual power of the Emperor Soul Art has reached the eighth level bottleneck, and it only takes an opportunity to break through to the ninth level.
After leaving the Barbarian Territory, he headed north. Lu Ming once told him that there might be news about his mother in the Green Trail Wilderness in the far north. These days, for some unknown reason, some decent disciples also gathered in that direction.
…
There is a clan in the far north. The Piaomiao Sect is ranked among the six strongest clans by Xuanyao Ji. Of course, this ranking makes the northern cultivators very disdainful. They believe that the Piaomiao Sect is far more powerful than this.
The tribe is the Qingluan tribe. It is said that the women in this tribe are all born with water spirit and beauty. Moreover, unlike the graceful ladies in the Central Plains, the women in the north have a more bold and unrestrained temperament and are informal and are deeply favored and sought after by people in the Central Plains.
The Qingluan tribe uses the sacred bird as their totem and has a nepotistic relationship with Piaomiao Valley. They have always occupied the northern region. However, now they have an unprecedented crisis, which is from the unprecedentedly large Tianwang Sect.
Muhe City.
early morning.
The female moth woke up from the soft musk couch, raised her snow-white arms, stretched her waist, and stretched out a perfect and elegant curve. She kicked off the silk satin with her straight calves, arched her waist, and walked out of bed.
When she opened the window, she saw the vast green wilderness. The fresh air blew through her hair, making the beads jingle in her hair. She pursed her lips and looked at her palms, her thoughts becoming confused.
The female moth lowered her gaze, looked at her proud chest, and sighed softly. Now the Heavenly King Sect has arrived at the city, but the spiritual power she has cultivated will not have the slightest effect. This spiritual power will only make others easier.
"Miss, the Heavenly King Sect has entered the city."
Meng Changzhan's voice sounded outside the door. He was dressed in white feathers and stood there, looking a little anxious.
Some cultivators stopped in front of the city gate. Muhe City had already established a rule against flying in the air.
Several Piaomiao Sect disciples were guarding the city gate. Some foreign disciples entering the city had been stopped. A leader said:
"The sect master has ordered that Muhe City has been put under martial law. Please stay here, fellow Taoists."
A few days ago, the news spread like wildfire that a fairy bone would be born in the Green Trail Wilderness. The Central Plains was shaken, and many powerful people came to look for it.
A passage suddenly opened up in the crowd, and two disciples of the Heavenly King Sect in star-striped blue attire came out. The leader held his hands behind his back, with a strong spiritual aura, and said lightly:
"Ask Sun Buwei to come out and see me."
The disciples of Piaomiao Valley looked angry and said angrily: "You...how can you call the sect master by his first name?"
Hearing this, the man raised his foot and kicked him away, then swaggered into the city.
"I don't know how to praise."
The disciple struggled to get up and was seriously injured.
"Quick...quickly report to the lady."
Hun Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, why did the Tianwang Sect have such a strong person again? The crowd on the side was already talking about it.
"This is the 'Eight Scholars of the Earth King' of the Heavenly King Sect."
"Eight Kings of Earth?"
"Don't you know yet? Those eight people are dead soldiers trained by the leader of the Heavenly King Sect. It has now been revealed that their strength is in the Earth King realm, and they are called the 'Eight Soldiers of the Earth King'."
"This person...should be the third-ranked Shikan."
Hun Xiaotian nodded secretly, the four mountains in this world are indeed deeply rooted.
Not long after the crowd followed the two of them into the city, they were blocked by a column of Piaomiao Valley disciples. There was a carriage at the end of the column, with a beautiful young woman in a green water skirt sitting on it. There was a seat next to the carriage.
Hun Xiaotian’s familiar figure.
The woman's voice was sweet and sweet, as clear as a bell.
"Senior Brother Shi is coming to Muhe City in great numbers, and Junior Sister is welcome at a distance."
Shikan snorted coldly and stepped out. The strong spiritual power cracked the stone pavement in the street and opened a shocking deep ditch. All the disciples of Piaomiao Valley were shaken and staggered. There was a crisp sound and the strong wind blew through her hair.
With the bell on her bun, the woman's face immediately turned red and white.
"It's too much to bully someone."
The man next to her took action, and Meng Changzhan's figure turned into white feathers in the sky, and a spiritual vortex rolled towards the two of them.
Hun Xiaotian secretly said something bad, and the next moment, Meng Changzhan flew out with a pop. Shi Kan gently lowered his fist and smiled coldly.
"You... you..."
The woman clenched her teeth and stared at the two people.
Shikan Xiemei said: "There is a soft musk couch in the boudoir of Junior Sister Su Wennu Mo Mo. Why don't you invite my senior brother to come and sit on it?"
"You...you...shameless..."
Meng Changzhan gritted his teeth and pointed at the two of them, looking extremely angry.
"Senior Brother Meng." Female Moth shook her head at him.
She bowed to the two of them and said: "Nv Mo has neglected the two senior brothers. Please invite the two senior brothers to follow Nv Mo to the palace to have tea."
Shikan snorted coldly and walked forward. This chapter has been completed!