Zhang Zhiyan's voice was clear and sweet, but in the ears of the eight people at this time, it was like an evil ghost seeking life. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a while.
All traces of that day have been wiped out, so it’s impossible to find them here...
"Master Immortal, we have never seen an Immortal Master from your noble family, we are wronged... We are usually good people..." Jin Huo knelt down and cried tremblingly.
"Shut up! The eight of you are glowing red in front of the killing curse. You must have killed people recently, especially you, who has killed the most. How dare you call yourself a good citizen?!" the young monk on the side shouted loudly.
Jin Huo knelt on the ground, his expression panicked, his eyes erratic, and he wanted to speak, but when the young monk pointed his finger, a blood hole suddenly appeared on Jin Huo's forehead, and he fell to the ground several times and died.
The boss, Jin Huo, died immediately.
The boss who once frightened Bai Qingzhou and said he could crush him to death with one hand was killed by the Immortal Master at will with just one finger.
This is the power of immortals.
"Don't lie!" the young monk warned.
The remaining seven people's faces were ashen, and they were filled with regret in their hearts. They were just greedy to return on the same day. If they had followed the rest of the people to escape, they would not have ended up today.
"Hurry up and tell me!"
Finally, under the questioning of the young monks from the Xuanyang Sect, the seven of them stumbled and told the truth.
When they learned that Zhang Dehai's body had been dumped in a ravine by these people, all three people in Xuanyang Clan showed angry expressions.
"Where is Qin Feng right now?!" Zhang Zhiyan asked angrily.
How do the remaining seven people know that Qin Feng has successfully practiced [Fire Sun Jue] at this time, so they can only answer that they don't know.
"A humble mortal actually caused our Xuanyang Sect to lose immortal cultivators. He should be killed!"
Zhang Zhiyan said coldly. Then she waved her hand, and a thin stream of spiritual energy passed through at high speed. The heads of the seven people were separated directly, and blood sprayed all over the ground!
Bai Qingzhou looked at it, his neck felt cold, and he was filled with fear. With a casual stroke, seven people were killed instantly.
When everyone in the village saw this scene, they were in an uproar. In an instant, they all knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy, mixed with the cries of various children.
"Master Immortal, this matter has nothing to do with us..."
"Master Immortal, I was robbed and brought up the mountain..."
"Woooooooo..."
Bai Qingzhou looked at the various behaviors of all living beings and felt extremely bitter in his heart.
After the crowd calmed down, Zhang Zhiyan said calmly: "The Xuanyang Sect is a well-known and upright sect, and they will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Only the first culprit will be killed in this matter, and the rest can disperse."
"Thank you, Master Immortal..."
After hearing this, everyone burst into tears of gratitude and jumped for joy. They all knelt down and kowtowed in thanks.
Bai Qingzhou was also happy in his heart that he was able to escape. He didn't kill anyone in the last fight, and today he had a chance to survive.
Before her joy could be revealed, she looked up and saw that Zhang Zhiyan was actually standing on the square piece of paper, flying towards her.
Bai Qingzhou suddenly became anxious, stood up, and ran back violently. He was now very afraid of Zhang Zhiyan.
Didn’t you say you let it go? Why did you come to me again...
Although Bai Qingzhou's speed is several times faster than ordinary people, the square piece of paper is faster. In a snap of his fingers, Bai Qingzhou is caught up. In panic, he is gently grabbed by Zhang Zhiyan and thrown directly on the square piece of paper.
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"Don't run." Zhang Zhiyan said coldly.
Bai Qingzhou was panicking, but seeing that she only spoke and did not take action, he did not dare to resist for a moment, so he could only obey the arrangement and did not dare to move.
"Tum!" "Tum!"
With two soft sounds, the two monks from the Xuanyang Sect jumped onto the square piece of paper.
"Where is the master's yard?" Zhang Zhiyan asked Bai Qingzhou.
Bai Qingzhou hurriedly pointed in a direction, and the piece of paper immediately flew towards that direction.
"Ji Heng, go down and find Uncle Zhang's Taoist robe and [Fire Sun Art]." Zhang Zhiyan ordered. The young monk responded and jumped down.
Seeing that they had no intention of taking action against him, Bai Qingzhou felt a little more at ease and couldn't help but think about ways to escape.
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Not long after, Ji Heng found the gray robe and [Fire Sun Jue] that had been taken away by Jin Huo.
After getting this set of clothes, Zhang Zhiyan showed a sad expression and sighed repeatedly.
"Do you know where Qin Feng went?" Ji Heng suddenly asked Bai Qingzhou.
Bai Qingzhou panicked and shook his head hurriedly: "I don't know."
Hearing this, Ji Heng raised his hands to the other two people and asked: "Senior Sister Zhang, Senior Brother Li, what should we do? Do we want to search for Qin Feng nearby?"
The young monk still looked indifferent and said nothing.
Zhang Zhiyan looked at Bai Qingzhou and said softly: "That's all, that person is quite vigilant and may have escaped long ago. Let's go back to the door and report this matter to the leader."
After a pause, he turned to Bai Qingzhou and asked: "According to what those people told me, you practiced [Fire Sun Jue] together a month ago, and just now Li Xian told me that you are already a cultivator?"
Bai Qingzhou nodded and said bitterly: "I have just been promoted successfully, and all the immortal masters are here..."
The three of them looked at each other and realized that this person had been promoted to the first level of Qi Refining in one month.
"We will take you back to the gate and follow the master's arrangements. Whether you live or die today, we will know when the time comes." Zhang Zhiyan said expressionlessly.
People under the eaves had to bow their heads, and Bai Qingzhou hurriedly said yes.
"Before that, take us to retrieve Uncle Zhang's body."
With Bai Qingzhou indicating the direction, the square piece of paper rose into the air, quickly rose up, and headed towards the hillside where the battle was fought that day.
Slowly moving away from the cottage, Bai Qingzhou had mixed feelings for a while. Because his mother hated the cottage, she had always been full of resentment towards the cottage during her childhood education. Over time, Bai Qingzhou also had a bad impression of the cottage. In the cottage, his only friend was Qin Feng.
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But after all, he has lived here for more than ten years. After leaving this time, he wonders if there will be a chance to come back. Now that his life is still in the control of others, Bai Qingzhou suddenly feels that his future is bleak and his heart is miserable.
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Following Bai Qingzhou's direction, several people came to the place where the body was dumped that day. Within a month, ordinary corpses were rotting, and a foul smell came from the ravine. However, Zhang Dehai's body was still intact, except for the arrow stuck in his face.
Yahe's naked body made the monk walk in an unseemly manner.
Young monk Ji Heng and young monk Li Xian put the gray robes they had brought back on the corpse again. After putting it on, they moved the corpse onto the square piece of paper. When Zhang Zhiyan saw the corpse, she burst into tears.
Ji Heng kept comforting him at the side, while Li Xian remained silent. After a long time, they calmed down and everyone flew towards Xuanyang Gate.
After flying for less than half an hour, Bai Qingzhou saw a large mountain shrouded in fairy mist. There were many peaks in the mountain, and a waterfall flowed down, forming a river and flowing eastward.
But there seems to be a thin film in the mountains, and the ethereal feeling is blurry, making it difficult to see clearly.
The piece of paper moved forward slowly, and Bai Qingzhou, who was sitting on the piece of paper, easily passed through the mist. The giant force that was famous in all the surrounding states and cities was unveiled.
Bai Qingzhou looked carefully and saw that the Xuanyang Gate was extremely vast, with a white jade staircase trail rising up. There were many farmlands beside the trail, and many people were busy here.
As the paper continued to fly, many pavilions and pavilions appeared, and buildings of various colors were distributed in various locations on the mountain. They were scattered and messy but not lacking in beauty.
"Hello, Senior Sister Zhang!" people often say hello when passing by.
After a while, several people landed in front of a main hall with the words "Qingxin Palace" written on it. The main hall was decorated with painted buildings and was magnificent in splendor and splendor.
"Senior Sister Zhang, Senior Brother Li, and Ji Heng, are you back?" A female monk guarding the gate stepped forward and asked excitedly.
The female monk is not that old, about twelve or thirteen years old. She has a bun, her eyes are lively, and her curious face is full of cuteness.
"Well, let's go and inform the boss." Zhang Zhiyan nodded.
The female monk blinked her eyes and asked hopefully: "Senior Sister Zhang, is it fun for you to go to the mortal world this time? I really want to go, please take me there next time, okay?"
Zhang Zhiyan's face changed when she heard this, and she frowned and said: "Xiaohan, mortals are mixed together, and people's hearts are unpredictable. It's not fun at all. You are still young, and you are practicing in the mountains now.
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I can run around wherever I want.”
The female monk pouted and whispered: "Senior sister is a stingy person..."
Ji Heng smiled, touched Xiaohan's ball head, and said: "Xiaohan, be obedient. Go and inform the leader. Next time, senior brother Ji will take you to play."
Xiaohan pushed Ji Heng's hand away and said coquettishly: "Ji Heng! I started with you, you are not my senior brother, and don't touch my head."
Ji Heng said with a smile: "Hey, I'm older than you, so I'm your senior brother."
"Humph, that's not the case. I'll ignore you..."
After that, he turned around, opened the door and slipped in.
When Xiaohan walked away, Zhang Zhiyan suddenly said: "Junior Brother Li Xian, please loosen his bonds. There is no need to worry here."
Li Xian nodded, stretched out his hand, and the strange rope that had been tightly tied to Bai Qingzhou for a long time was loosened, and rushed into the sleeve in Li Xian's hand, disappearing without a trace.
Bai Qingzhou cast a grateful look at Zhang Zhiyan. The ghost rope made his whole arm sore.
"Ji Heng, watch him here and wait for his call."
"Yes!" Ji Heng replied seriously.
Not long after, Xiaohan ran out excitedly and said: "Senior Sister Zhang, the master wants you to come in."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyan and Li Xian entered the main hall.
Bai Qingzhou, Ji Heng, and Xiaohan were left outside the door.
"Ji Heng, where is the gift you promised to buy me?" Xiao Han asked Ji Heng.
"Oh, I don't have time to buy it this time." Ji Heng said helplessly, spreading his hands.
"Why?"
"Senior Sister Zhang always works vigorously and resolutely, while Senior Brother Li is taciturn. He has no time to go to the city. He comes back immediately after finishing things, and he even brought an outsider with him."
After saying that, Ji Heng pointed at Bai Qingzhou, who was uneasy next to him.
At this time, Xiaohan noticed the delicate and fair Bai Qingzhou, walked directly in front of Bai Qingzhou, looked up and down, and asked directly: "Who are you?"
Bai Qingzhou said awkwardly: "I...my name is Bai Qingzhou."
Xiaohan nodded and continued to ask: "What next?"
Who am I? A captured prisoner? An accomplice in the murder of the Xuanyangmen monks?
Bai Qingzhou didn't know how to answer for a while, so he hesitated.
"Xiaohan, maybe he is planning to be your junior brother." Ji Heng joked from the side.
"Ah? He looks older than me, how can he be my junior brother?" Xiaohan covered his mouth in surprise.
When Bai Qingzhou heard this, he hurriedly asked excitedly: "Master Ji Xian, how do you say this?"
Ji Heng smiled mysteriously and did not answer, but smiled at Xiaohan and asked: "Xiaohan, how long did it take you to practice [Fire Sun Art] to reach the first level?"
Xiaohan thought about it seriously and replied: "It seems to have taken more than three months."
"It took you more than three months, but he only spent one month."
"ah……"
Bai Qingzhou was shocked. Is it good to succeed in practicing for one month? Then Qin Feng...
Ji Heng looked at the surprised Bai Qingzhou and asked with a smile: "You have such a talent, why didn't you participate in the Immortal Climbing Conference before?"
The Ascension Conference is a conference held by the Xuanyang Sect every few years in the city to select qualified disciples. It tests the spiritual energy sensing ability, aptitude, character, etc. The qualified people will be selected to become registered disciples and ascend to heaven in one step.
"I have lived in a village since I was a child. I cannot go in and out of the village at will. I have never been to the city." Bai Qingzhou said with a bitter smile.
"I see..." Ji Heng nodded to express understanding.
Xiao Han looked at Bai Qingzhou curiously and asked: "You are better than me, why can you practice so fast?"
"I don't know either..."
Not long after, Li Xian came out of Qingxin Hall, nodded to Ji Heng and Bai Qingzhou with an indifferent expression, and then turned around and went in.