The white-browed old man is a ninth-level warrior. His strength has been promoted again and he will become an immortal. Several large acupoints on Situ Hao's body were sealed. Facing his attack, he could only bear it with his eyes closed.
But the moment he closed his eyes, the image of his father flashed through Situ Hao's mind. He was unable to find out his father's whereabouts until his death. This was the saddest thing for him.
"Uncle Third Master, wait!" Suddenly, an extremely urgent voice sounded.
Situ Hao opened his eyes and clearly saw the white-haired old man's raised right hand slowly lowering it. He was looking sideways at the place where the sound came from: "What do you have to say?"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, and he was also the head of the more than thirty disciples of the Cangling Sect who had arrived.
The middle-aged man hugged his fists respectfully to the old man: "Reporting to the uncle of the Third Master, Situ Hao is not suitable to be killed at the moment."
The white-browed old man frowned slightly: "Why?"
"The sect master has sent Junior Brother Xuanyuan and others to Fengyun Sword Sect in order to find out the magic skills he practiced from Situ Hao, and then burn them to avoid causing trouble. If he is killed here, and the magic skills he practices
The magic power is not in his possession, so the magic power will definitely be left behind again. Sooner or later, it will be obtained by others, and the magic power will still cause harm to the world." The middle-aged man said slowly.
The white-browed old man nodded slightly: "Well, you are right. Haha, anyway, I am no longer interested in worldly affairs, and I just happened to pass by here today. Then I will hand Situ Hao over to you and take him back to Cangling Sect to imprison him.
, and then slowly find out from his body the whereabouts of the magic skills he has practiced!"
"Yes, uncle of the third master." The middle-aged man said respectfully, clasping his fists and saluting.
As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Hao felt a figure flash in front of him, and the white-browed old man left at a speed as fast as lightning.
Situ Hao walked away from the gate of hell, and when he saw the white-browed old man leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief.
When a person dies, all hope is extinguished. As long as a person does not die, there is still hope for everything.
After the white-browed old man left, the middle-aged man stepped forward directly, took Situ Hao and flew on top of the long sword he was flying, and flew out with a group of Cangling Sect disciples.
After flying forward for about the time of a cup of tea, a group of towering buildings stretching for more than thirty miles appeared in the mountains ahead. Among the buildings, there were several groups of warriors practicing collectively in the large square.
Situ Hao understood that he was about to step into the Cangling Sect.
The Cangling Sect is indeed worthy of being a first-class sect in the Immortal Dao, and its momentum cannot be compared to the Fengyun Sword Sect.
More than thirty Cangling Sect disciples flew forward directly. After flying for a distance above the building complex, they flew to the ground and landed in front of a very majestic building.
After the middle-aged man handed Situ Hao over to another Cangling Sect disciple, he walked into the majestic building.
No one spoke, they just stood quietly in the square in front of the majestic building.
After a long time, the middle-aged man came out, and beside him was an old man with a flowing gray beard.
"Are you Situ Hao?" the green-bearded old man asked softly.
"Who are you?" Situ Hao did not answer the gray-bearded old man's question, but asked him in return.
The green-bearded old man was slightly startled: "I am Murong Tianfeng, the leader of Cangling Sect."
"I am Situ Hao."
The gray-bearded old man nodded slightly: "Situ Hao, hand over the weird magic skills you have practiced. As long as your cultivation is abolished, I will spare your death."
Situ Hao smiled faintly: "It's a pity that the ancient fragments I practiced are not on my body."
"Oh, where is where?"
"I hid it in the Fengyun Sword Sect." Whenever Situ Hao talked about the ancient fragments he was making up nonsense about, he would always say that he hid it in the Fengyun Sword Sect to confirm his tone.
"Then tell me where you hid the ancient fragments, and I will send someone to take them out and destroy them."
"That's my amulet. Even if I die, I won't tell you." Situ Hao said calmly.
A sinister look flashed across Murong Tianfeng's face, but in just a blink of an eye, he disappeared the look: "Don't worry, what I said always counts, as long as you honestly confess the magic skill
Hidden somewhere, I will never take your life."
"In the Immortal Demon Continent, for a person without strength, life is worse than death. You'd better give up. I won't tell you where the ancient fragments are hidden!" Situ Hao
He said in a cold voice.
Seeing Situ Hao's look so determined, Murong Tianfeng knew that it was impossible to get anything from him, so he immediately turned around and said to the middle-aged man: "Lock him into the wind cave and take good care of him."
"Yes, sect master." The middle-aged man replied, then stood up, led two Cangling Sect disciples, and escorted Situ Hao out to one side.