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Chapter 192: Poisoned

 The purple-clothed monk led Liang Yan on foot, heading towards the west of the Sword-casting Pavilion.

Liang Yan followed him and thought to himself: "If I remember correctly, this is the direction to the Conference Pavilion. It seems that something big happened. Is it really because the divine fire was stolen?"

He felt slightly uneasy in his heart. Although he did not obtain the divine fire in the end, once there were clues left behind, the matter would be inseparable from him.

"If Huang Potian leads a group of people to attack me, I will use all my means to protect myself in the face of the siege by these people. But Li Xiaosong is far away from here. I wonder if I can take her away with me."

He was thinking about it, his mind was quite confused, and suddenly he heard the man in front of him say: "This is it, Mr. Liang, please come in!"

Liang Yan retracted his thoughts and looked up.

"It is indeed the Council Chamber!"

He sighed secretly, slightly cupped his hands towards the purple-clothed monk in front of him and said, "Your Excellency, please lead the way."

After saying that, he raised his feet and walked forward, walking straight into the meeting room.

As soon as they entered the hall, they saw many monks sitting or standing, waiting here. Not only the monks from the three sects who came to help, but also many leading monks with high status in the Sword Forging Pavilion were also gathered here, with various cultivation levels.

Qi refining level six or above.

"Huang Potian is so powerful this time!" Liang Yan frowned slightly and glanced at the field. To his surprise, Li Xiaosong was also here.

"That's good. If there is a conflict later, it will be convenient for me to take her away." Liang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to Li Xiaosong's side.

"Eh? You're here too!" Li Xiaosong saw him coming, grinned and said, "I was just thinking about whether to wake you up. With so many people gathered here today, I think something big must happen in the Sword Building Pavilion.

"

After hearing this, Liang Yan felt a little guilty and replied casually: "Maybe the master of Pavilion Huang has some strategy and wants to discuss it with us."

"What kind of plan can a idiot like him have?" Li Xiaosong muttered, and then whispered: "I suspect it has something to do with the treasure you told me about last time. Maybe it has been stolen by others, and I'm going to take it one by one.

What about the interrogation?”

This girl, I can't help but lift any pot!

Liang Yan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I'm wronging you by asking you to become an immortal. I think you can become a divine detective in the world!"

"Hehe!" Li Xiaosong smiled slightly, his rogue eyes already looking around, obviously wanting to observe in secret and find out this so-called "thief".

Liang Yan ignored him and turned his eyes, only to see that Dugu Jiannan had also been invited here. He was dressed in a wide robe and stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him was the sword slave named Sun Buer, holding a stone in both hands.

The sword-making box was standing behind Dugu Jiannan with a dull look on his face.

Although Dugu Jiannan concealed himself well, Liang Yan still noticed his gaze and was secretly looking at the people around him. Apparently, the "grey sword cultivator" who fought with him in the ancestral hall tonight aroused Dugu Jiannan's attention.

vigilance.

He clearly knew that the Heaven-forging Divine Fire was on his body, but at this moment, in full view of everyone, Liang Yan was helpless against him.

"Hmph! You are in the light and I am in the dark. As long as there is no trouble tonight, there will always be a chance in the future." Liang Yan thought to himself.

At this moment, a person suddenly walked in from the door. He had a tall nose, thick lips, broad shoulders, and was wearing a fluffy yellow robe. He was the owner of this place, Huang Potian!

As soon as he entered the hall, he said loudly: "You are all gathered here in the middle of the night. Do you have something important to discuss?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall fell silent instantly, and many people looked confused.

After a long while, a person who seemed to be the leader of the Sword Making Pavilion came forward and saluted: "Pavilion Master, didn't you summon us?"

"What?! I have never given such an order!" Huang Potian also looked stunned.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly to a monk at the door: "Come here!"

Liang Yan turned around and saw that this person was the monk in purple who had brought him here before.

"Who gave you this order? Explain it clearly to me!" Huang Potian said sternly.

Upon hearing this, the purple-clothed monk walked up to Huang Potian, bowed his back, and said respectfully: "Report to the Pavilion Master, this is obviously your order!"

"Nonsense, a bunch of nonsense!" Huang Potian was furious and pointed at the purple-clothed monk's nose and cursed: "You have bad eyesight or bad ears. I haven't seen you at all tonight.

"

"Pavilion Master, be careful!"

A loud shout came, but Liang Yan exclaimed in surprise.

"What?" Huang Potian was slightly confused, and before he could reply, he saw the purple-clothed monk suddenly raise his head, his face was indescribably gloomy and twisted, and at the same time he opened his mouth and spat out several purple rays of light.

With such a close distance, Huang Potian could not avoid it! However, as a monk at the peak of Qi training, he was not at all confused even though he was attacked by surprise.

A wave of awe-inspiring righteousness was seen. Huang Potian waved his left hand to scatter the rushing purple light. At the same time, he gathered the spiritual power of his right hand and struck out with one palm. It was the Confucian physical technique "Collapse Mountain Strength"

!

The purple-clothed monk was hit hard by this palm, and it hit him in the forehead. Smoke erupted from his orifices instantly, and there was no trace of life left. However, his dead body did not fall backwards. Instead, his two arms stretched three feet strangely, from two to two feet.

Catch Huang Potian from an incredible angle.

Huang Potian's expression changed slightly, he pointed his toes down a little, and flew up into the sky, narrowly avoiding the two oncoming claws. At the same time, he made a hand gesture with his right hand and connected points toward the void below.

Several rays of blue spiritual light rushed downwards and instantly hit the purple-clothed monk, blasting his dead body into powder.

"what happened!"

Huang Potian fell to the ground again, his face as gloomy as water, and he murmured in his mouth, as if he was asking everyone or talking to himself.

"Look, what is that!"

Suddenly, someone pointed towards the ground. Everyone followed his gaze and saw that the purple light that the monk had ejected from his mouth was twisting and beating on the ground, as if it were a living thing.

"It's a Gu insect!" Bai Xuan exclaimed in the crowd.

"What! This man has been bewitched by someone else?" Huang Potian frowned slightly, looked around the crowd and said, "My Sword Forging Pavilion is now a piece of iron. How could the enemy have the opportunity to be bewitched? Could it be that there is a traitor inside?

"

"Master Huang Pavilion, I'm afraid he said it wrong." Liang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Do you still remember the last ghost soldier rebellion?"

Huang Potian's expression changed drastically when he heard that, and he was shocked: "Are you saying that the ghost soldiers who broke into the Sword Making Pavilion last time had Gu insects on them?"

"I'm afraid that's the case. I think this person is not the only one who fell into the bewitching spell." Liang Yan sighed softly.

As if to confirm what he said, dozens of monks poured in outside the Council Courtyard, all with red eyes and distorted expressions on their faces.


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