The Qinghen Sect was plotted against and the sect was burned into ruins, flying everywhere like wings, becoming a topic of conversation for idle people after dinner. However, there is no joke in it, and there is much worry about backhand.

As the right path, Qinghen Sect is still like this. How can people with weak cultivation like them settle down in this surging river?

When the sect was destroyed, the Qing Jian Zhenren was furious and went out of the mountain in person, leaving Xie Yunlei to take charge of the sect, leading many elders to the former site of the Jian Pavilion.

Since Jiange escaped from the world more than ten years ago, the gate of Jiange has been vacant. People who have the ability to occupy do not covet, but no one dares to occupy the person who has the intention to covet. This has attracted countless monks to search for treasures, and many people have brought out valuable spiritual treasures.

In this regard, Gu Cultivation did not stop him and deliberately acted in a low-key manner, which was gradually forgotten.

The Jiange Mountain Gate still looked like a decadent look, with broken walls everywhere. A huge sect was almost dug three feet from the ground by people who came to search for treasures, and it was even more messy.

The body of Qing Jian Zhenren suddenly increased by nine feet, and the power of his spiritual consciousness surged out like a tide, spreading wildly in all directions.

Qiu Yansheng walked to Leng Xiao secretly and whispered: "Senior Brother, do you know why the sect leader and elders all left last night?"

"I don't know."

Hearing Leng Xiao spit out these two words, Qiu Yansheng suddenly said mysteriously: "Last night, Qing Jianzhen looked at a strange phenomenon from the south, so he summoned many elders to go with him. He just traveled overnight and found no clues."

Leng Xiao thought in his heart, what does the vision of the sky that can make the Qingjian Zhenren mobilize the crowd? With the Qingjian Zhenren's personality, there are not many things that can make him pay special attention to.

The Qingjian Zhenren walked and stopped, and the power of his spiritual consciousness spread all the way. Half an hour later, he suddenly looked fierce, his big hand opened, and a sword shadow suddenly shot out from his cuffs, falling towards an open space hundreds of feet away.

The ground seemed to be just a layer of empty shell. When the sword energy swept away, a huge gap was cracked. In the crack, a large area of ​​black insects suddenly crawled out. Even though it was hundreds of feet apart, it still made people's scalp numb.

The Qingjian Zhenren snorted coldly, and the Qingyao Sword shone brightly, and in an instant, he cut out thousands of swords, cutting a large piece of insects into debris. But the insects seemed to be slashed endlessly. No matter how many swords he fell, there were still insects gushing out like a tide.

He simply stepped up a few steps, held the Qingyao Sword in his hand, drew a full moon, and suddenly fell downwards towards the gap. In the gap, a palm stretched out for no reason and held the blade tightly.

The ground separated and a figure in black robe slowly floated on it.

"Dun Crow." Qing Jian Zhenren called out indifferently.

The crow glanced at Leng Xiao and others with sleepy eyes and sneered: "The leader of the Beiming Sect is here, I don't know what advice can I give you? It's not a gentleman to disturb people's dreams without discrimination."

A light flashed over the Qingyao sword, and the crow let go, and there were two sword marks on the palm of his palm, dripping blood.

"Treat a gentleman with the way of a gentleman and treat a villain with the way of a villain is the way of this person."

The Qingjian Zhenren did not hold back the long sword, and pointed directly at the crow. The crow smiled: "It seems that in the eyes of the Sect Master Beiming, I should be the second type of person."

"You are still a little bit self-aware."

Hunya suddenly laughed and said, "What the Master Beiming Sect said is extremely true. As the saying goes, those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are just as clever."

He looked at Qing Jian Zhenren in a sinister way. Qing Jian Zhenren felt something was wrong in his heart, and suddenly turned around. Behind him, a ravine cracked open on the ground, and the ravine became a ring, surrounding Leng Xiao and his group in the center. In the ravine, various insects drilled out, with different appearances and awe-inspiring.

Everyone's eyes were still on the ravines, and suddenly a man in the crowd roared shrillly, attracting everyone's eyes in an instant. This person is an old man with mediocre qualifications and average cultivation, which can be said to be at the bottom of the road.

The old man's facial features were twisted, his eyes were slanted up and down, which seemed extremely strange. His lips kept trembling and his body twitched. Liao Mian had already walked quickly to the old man before putting a pill beside his mouth. The old man suddenly stopped twitching, and the corners of his mouth loosened, and a green centipede emerged.

When the centipede appeared, she was lazy, and six or seven out of ten of her body was drilled out, and she suddenly rushed towards Liao Mian, and was slapped away by Liao Mian with her palm.

The old man had already fallen straight down. Someone who was close to him wanted to raise his hand to support him, but was stopped by Liao Mian. After the old man fell to the ground, even the flesh and blood bloomed, and centipedes, caterpillars, thin snakes and others emerged. The originally rough and dull skin turned into a purple color.

Liao Mian said in her ugly voice a little indifferently: "Elder Zhou and the Nascent Soul were poisoned together, and it is hard for the gods to save them."

Dunya kept looking at this scene and suddenly laughed, the laughter was very cold, very light, and very calm. The Qing Jian Zhenren had two thick eyebrows raised, the long sword pointed directly into a direction underground, and said word by word: "I hope you won't regret it later."

"Master Beiming, is he threatening me?" The crow tilted his head and glanced at Qing Jian Zhenren, and a short and fat figure suddenly rose behind him.

The elder of the Gu clan, Bu Dian.

Bu Dian looked up at the crowd and said, "What a group of young lambs. Is the Lord of Beiming bringing food to my worms?"

The face of Qing Jian Zhenren was a little gloomy, and the strength of Dun Crow was not weaker than that of him. If he added a Bu Dian, he had no chance of winning. He had enough to protect himself, but if he wanted to protect the safety of the elders under his sect, it would be a little difficult.

It was as he was thinking that a scream suddenly came from the crowd. The person who screamed was Liu Yao. Liu Yao's cultivation was also the last time, and he unconsciously started to tell. He had a rift with Liao Miansu and often retorted. At this moment, a look of horror appeared in his eyes. He didn't care about his face, but he just kept calling Liao Mian's name. His guttural voice suddenly became a little vague, and I wonder if there was a worm wandering in it.

Needless to say, Liao Mian had already come to Liu Yao, slapped the elixir in his hand into his mouth, and raised his finger and clicked it down at Liu Yao's various acupoints one after another.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, Liu Yao suddenly vomited out a stream of his cheeks. The spitting objects were black and fishy, ​​and there were living things twisting their bodies. He felt numb and chills. He stomped these insects with one foot, making the juice splash everywhere.

He wanted to thank him, but Liao Mian had already walked away, frowned and said disgusted: "You should be glad that you have not dirty your old clothes, otherwise you will still not be able to live today."

This time, Liu Yao did not refute surprisingly, but instead smiled relaxedly.

In the distance, Hun Ya and Bu Dian only thought they had a good show and enjoyed it. Hun Ya was still calm, Bu Dian laughed a little regretfully, his thick fingers twitched back and forth, and suddenly fell on a man. He said, "It really wiped out my interest, the next one!"

The man was selected by Bu Dian and was shocked, with a look of horror and fear flashing in his eyes. He didn't even look at the Qing Jian Zhenren, but only put a pair of hopeful eyes on Liao Mian.

"Elder Liao, save me! But there is still elixir, give me one!" the man begged.

Liao Mian was hard and soft-hearted, and was about to hand it out. The man looked happy, and Leng Xiao suddenly snatched the pill. The man then changed his face and looked at Leng Xiao with a ferocious look: "Elder Leng, what do you mean?"

Leng Xiao took advantage of the fact that before he could react, he patted the pills and slapped the pills into the mouth of the man. Seeing the man looking like he wanted to eat people, Leng Xiao said calmly: "The magic pill is not a market sugar bean after all, so it is better to leave it to those in need."

The man scolded sternly: "Leng Xiao! What you said is that Wu is not worthy of taking this pill, can he survive without being worthy of living?"

The person who had just been slapped into the pill by Leng Xiao was still confused and didn't know whether he should say anything. After all, the man asked him to swallow the pill, and he felt a little guilty, and he couldn't help but blame Leng Xiao.

At this moment, his stomach suddenly churned, and foreign objects surged up in his throat. He opened his mouth and vomited it. The thing he vomited was exactly like Liu Yao. The man's face turned pale, and he was very scared and looked at Leng Xiao with gratitude.

It turned out that the man had elixir taken away by Leng Xiao, and was shouting words like "It's so uncomfortable" and "I'm not long" and begging Liao Mian to give him another elixir.

Liao Mian looked carefully and immediately said impatiently: "You are in good health, what kind of elixir do you want?"

Leng Xiao Tanmo said: "How can you believe the enemy's words at will?"

Seeing that Bu Dian was about to designate another person, Qing Jian Zhenren snorted coldly, opened his mouth and shouted "Look at the sword", and Qing Yao Jian fell towards Bu Dian's thick and short fingers.

Bu Dian smiled and put away his eyes, narrowed his eyes. The Qingjian Zhenren looked like a move, and suddenly retreated three feet behind. The long sword slashed with the flow, and there were a lot of transparent insects under the sword that were cut off by him.

At the same time, the worms flew up all over the sky in the ravines, as small as dust, and could be said to be everywhere. For a moment, spiritual energy was raging, and a large number of worms fell and lost their voices.

An elderly elder suddenly exclaimed: "No, these Gu cultivators want to use this Jiange Mountain Gate as a place to raise Gu!"

If the worm is a plague, once it spreads, who can resist except those with high cultivation? Wouldn't the Southern Region cultivators be allowed to be slaughtered by the slaughter of the Gu cultivators?

The real person of Qingjian suddenly soared into the sky and slashed down with one sword. The sky was blue and the earth was white, covering up half of the color of the rising sun. The brim of the crow hat was low, and the expression was unclear, as if it was as indifferent as water. He raised his hand and held the sword in his hand as before.

The sword energy flashed, tearing his black robe for more than half, and he stood there indifferently. The two fought, and Bu Dian walked towards Leng Xiao and others, with a very meaningful look in his eyes.

"You are here from afar. Today, Bu will complete the friendship of the landlord and welcome you with great pleasure."

He slowly walked towards everyone, and his spiritual cultivation was undoubtedly revealed. However, under the Qinghen Sect, except Leng Xiao, who was the Xu Ying, was the most important person to the first infant.

Bu Dian's ten fingers intertwined, smiling. He had just reached ten feet in front of everyone and suddenly stopped.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
Chapter completed!