The foundation-building monk named Qian stood on the teleportation array. After a burst of white light, his figure disappeared. Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's heart moved.
The other party didn't use spiritual eyes to check his identity!
Maybe you can take the risk yourself.
Lin Xuan turned around and left. He came back half an hour later. He had changed into the clothes of Huolingmen. He took out the green liquid of red damask grass and took a sip. The spiritual power in his body circulated, and the devil's imitation technique was deployed. His body was covered by a ball of white.
The mist shrouded the sky, and after the white mist dispersed, Lin Xuan had a completely different appearance.
Lin Xuan was very well prepared for this trip to Xiyuejian, especially the information about the masters of the Huoling Sect's foundation building period. He copied them one by one into the jade tube slips and memorized them all.
The disguised appearance now is that of an elder named Chen.
"Uncle Chen."
"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded, also looking very proud.
"Uncle Master also wants to go to Xiyuejian to collect medicine."
"nonsense."
He rebuked impatiently, but several disciples in the spiritual stage had no doubt that this was where Lin Xuan was smart. Not only did he memorize the appearance of the monks in the foundation-building stage of Huoling Sect, but he also had a very clear understanding of their respective personalities.
, Elder Chen who changed this time is famous for being withdrawn and moody.
For such an uncle, how could the low-level disciples guarding the teleportation array dare to neglect him, let alone use spiritual eyes to check whether he was real or fake, which made this old man unhappy.
So Lin Xuan made a desperate bet and bet on the right treasure. Several spiritual monks respectfully brought him to the teleportation array, injected mana into the teleportation array, and the teleportation array lit up. In the white light, Lin Xuan disappeared without a trace.
After a period of spinning, the blurred scenery in front of Lin Xuan finally became clear again. Lin Xuan carefully looked around. He was in a small open space, surrounded by dense woods, which were lush and green, but also blocked the road.
He didn't know where he was in Xiyuejian, but it was obviously unwise to stay here. Lin Xuan's body swayed and disappeared into the vast jungle.
About half an hour later.
Another piece of white light appeared, but the light was much more brilliant than when Lin Xuan came, exuding astonishing fluctuations in spiritual power. After it dissipated, nearly a hundred monks were revealed.
The first few are extraordinary and are actually cultivators in the foundation-building stage.
The nearly 100 people behind them, although they are only at the agility stage, are all masters of the fifth level of skills and above. Each person's clothes are embroidered with a boiling flame. They are elite disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect.
Already.
"You go ahead and do as I told you in advance." The old man with a childish face and white hair wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe ordered.
"Yes, Master!"
The disciples bowed and saluted with extremely respectful expressions. This old man turned out to be the leader of Huoling Sect, Master Qingling.
Then all the disciples used their magical powers and turned into balls of light and shadow, disappearing into the woods. Most of these spiritual disciples actually had spiritual weapons. Even if they didn't, they also had precious talismans like flying talismans. From the equipment
, you can see their extraordinary qualities.
"Junior brothers, let us also set off. Except for the disciples of our sect, all the monks in Xiyuejian will be eradicated and no one will be left."
"Brother, is this a bit inappropriate?" A middle-aged man in his forties hesitated and said: "Although Xiyuejian has been closed by us, neutral casual cultivators can be allowed to do so as long as they pay enough crystal stones.
Enter, now rashly kill..."
"Yes, senior brother, it's just casual cultivators. Those sects that are allied with us, as well as the cultivating families that are attached to us, there are also many people collecting medicine in Xiyuejian. If they are all wiped out, we will become the target of public criticism.
!" Another cultivator in the foundation building stage also looked worried.
"Have you forgotten what Uncle Master said?" Master Qingling's face darkened: "That thing was born soon, several years earlier than expected, otherwise we would not have allowed monks outside our sect to enter at this time.
In Xiyuejian, in order to prevent the object from falling into the hands of others, or the news leaking, we have to kill all the monks inside. Don't worry, as long as we get the object, our sect will become the overlord of the Yanzhou cultivation world. Those who obey me will prosper.
, Those who rebel against me will perish, and there is no need to be afraid that other cultivators dare to take revenge for what happened today."
After hearing this, the worries on the faces of the other Foundation Establishment Stage monks gradually faded away. The uncle in charge of the door was the only Master of the Pill Condensation Stage in the sect. Today's events have been planned for decades.
I just didn't expect that the treasure would be born earlier than expected.
Liang Xiao is not a gentleman, neither poisonous nor a husband. Since it is the order of the uncle and the master, just follow the order. Several monks in the foundation building stage looked at each other, nodded, and turned into a few bright beams of light.
Disappeared into the woods.
Master Qing Ling did not move. Although he said it categorically in front of several junior brothers, in fact, there is still a lot of risk in this matter. If successful, the strength of our sect will rise to a level, overwhelm Piaoyun Valley, and dominate Yanzhou.
Naturally, the world of cultivation is no longer a problem. It can also expand outwards. However, if it fails, it will be criticized by thousands of people and become the target of public criticism. It will be besieged by countless cultivators...
Although the Huoling Sect is strong, it will only end up with the sect falling apart when the time comes.
Although it was my uncle's suggestion, as the leader, it was myself who made the final decision!
Should he shine on his family name and become a great master respected by future generations, or should he let the sect that has been passed down for thousands of years finally fall into his own hands?
Master Qing Ling stood on the spot, but his palms were covered in cold sweat. As a master in the late stage of foundation building and the leader of a sect, he was originally calm and calm, but this decision was too important, and Qing Ling was also extremely nervous.
After a while, the worry and confusion on his face gradually faded away, and he fired the bow without turning back. Now that he had made a decision, he must strive for the best result and kill all the cultivators outside the sect in Xiyue Stream.
Leaving no one behind, Master Qingling disappeared into the woods in a flash.