Luo Yuheng did not get too entangled in the "power-on" and "network". After pondering for a while, he spoke slowly and said, "That catastrophe was more than 100,000 years ago. I don't know what happened. I just heard from the elders that it seemed to be a disaster for all the Immortal Sects. Anyway, since that time, there has been no Immortal Sect in the world..."

The Immortal Sect is in trouble.

Targeting the Immortal Sect?

saint?

Ye Xiu frowned. There were too few clues, and he didn't dare to conclude that these four continents were the world he knew well. After all, he was not familiar with the Juman Kingdom of Zhou Wu Dynasty or the Puppet Immortal Sect.

Want to know the world.

Luo Yuheng is the best tour guide!

Ye Xiu sighed silently and wanted to ask some other things. When he saw more than a dozen sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion broke into the gate of the Practice Hall and saw the corpse inside at a glance. Ye Xiu Luo Yuheng and the others were sitting on the roof. Before they could stop them, these people turned around and escaped.

Extremely decisive.

No moment of stay.

"They... discovered it." Luo Yuheng gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Xiudao with a serious expression.

Ye Xiu was also a little annoyed.

I had known it, I would have squatted down there. It was only half an hour before. I didn’t know if the people from the Demon Sword Pavilion had plundered this place? No, it was a waste.

Yan Bingyun can even think of it.

What's more, he?

A fairy sect knows what kind of old monster it will attract. If the Nascent Soul Realm is fine, it will only be a few slaps at most. If a strong man from the God Transformation and Tribulation Period comes, it will not be fun. His injuries have not yet healed completely, and it will be a bit troublesome to encounter such a strong man.

"It seems that we need to find a way to restore our cultivation as soon as possible..." Ye Xiu sighed, a little biting. With his current situation, it is difficult to reshape the witch soul, but it is not too difficult to recondensate the Nascent Soul. The only trouble is that it requires a large amount of resources!

With the background of Zhou Wu Dynasty, it is probably not enough to emptiate it!

“…”

Puppet Immortal Sect, outside the mountain gate.

Many disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion gathered here.

"Haha, it's worthy of being the remains of the Immortal Sect..." Yan Bingyun counted the treasure in front of him, which was as high as a hill. He was always cold and arrogant. At this moment, he couldn't help laughing: "God bless my Demon Sword Pavilion. This time the harvest is enough to make our Demon Sword Pavilion go up to a few levels. There is also a master, and it's just around the corner to break through to transform into a god."

"Congratulations to Senior Brother." Yan Yunshang licked his lips, smiled with his eyebrows and said, "From now on, no one can shake your position as the young master."

"Senior Sister, even if there is no gain here, no one can shake the position of Senior Brother in the Demon Sword Pavilion." Yan Chongwu curled his lips and retorted dissatisfiedly.

"You're talking too much." Yan Yunshang gave him a blank look. Just as he was about to speak, he saw more than a dozen sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion running over in panic. Before he could get close to Yan Bingyun, he wailed and said, "Senior Brother, no...no, something happened in the Immortal... Immortal Sect."

"What a panic? If you have a senior brother here to stay, what can happen? Could it be that there are immortals in the Immortal Sect and are alive now?" Yan Yunshang scolded with a cold face. These are all three generations of disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion. Before she was given the surname Yan, she was not burdened at all when she scolded her.

"No... it's not that the immortal has come alive." The sword cultivator in the lead shook his head vigorously and said with a pale face.

"Okay, please speak slowly, what happened." Yan Bingyun waved his hand, stopped Yan Yunshang, comforted him, and didn't care about the words of these disciples. The Immortal Sect didn't make any noise. Just as Yan Yunshang said, with him as the eldest brother here, what else could happen? It was probably because they were fussing.

The headed sword cultivator relaxed for a moment, became calm, his face was still pale, and he said, "Sword... the people brought by Senior Brother Jiandu are... dead, and no one is left."

"Senior Brother Jiandu is also dead. It seems that he must have... his neck was crushed."

Boom!

Hearing Yan Jian, he was dead.

The originally noisy sound also became quiet in an instant. Yan Yunshang and Yan Chongwu and others all looked like they were ghosts. You know, Yan Jian is not only like them, but also a second-generation disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion, but also the peak of the master.

It would be fine if the three generations of disciples died.

It's a sword...

He is a second-generation disciple, and he has a master at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Who is so bold to kill him?

"Who did it?" Yan Bingyun said with a gloomy face.

"We... don't know either." Jian Xiu shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "Senior Brother Jian Du's body is in the practice hall. We happened to pass by when we came back. We saw the corpse and did not dare to stay to investigate, so we came back to report the message to the eldest brother."

"Hmph, what a brave man, you dare to kill the people from my Demon Sword Pavilion." Yan Bingyun smiled and said, "When I catch you, I will not only destroy your entire family, but also your dynasty will not survive."

"Senior Brother, don't even think about this. Senior Brother Jiandu is at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. Who else can kill him besides Shi Zhanman Jiuli and that bitch?" Yan Yunshang curled his lips and sneered, saying, "Dare to oppose our Demon Sword Pavilion. In my opinion, it is better to destroy all these families, which is a reminder for others. Those who kill my Demon Sword Pavilion should think clearly about the consequences and whether they can bear it."

"I like to kill the barbarians." Yan Chongwu was eager to try and said, "Just leave those people from the giant barbarian country to me."

"Hmph, I hate that woman." Yan Yunshang sneered and said, "Let's leave Zhou Wuchao to his junior sister."

Yan Bingyun raised his eyelids, and did not blame these two junior brothers and sisters. To destroy one dynasty or two, it was almost the same for him. He stared at the direction of the Puppet Immortal Sect, and said in a stern tone: "Before destroying them, you must find the murderer first. This is the rule of our Demon Sword Pavilion. To take revenge, you must first find the master and then find others."

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Jiandu, since I am the eldest brother, I will never let you die in vain. I will definitely find the murderer for you first, and then use Zhou Wu Juman and Xiliang to bury you with."

"Chongwu, inform the junior brother inside to drive out the outsiders. All those who didn't get a cup of tea will be killed... no pardon."

Yan Chongwu nodded, took out a yellow sword talisman, and wrote a few words on it. In an instant, all the sword talismans on the sword cultivators lit up.

This is the communication tool of the Demon Sword Pavilion. The content of the sword talisman can be seen within 100,000 meters.

The entire Puppet Immortal Sect suddenly became in chaos.
Chapter completed!