Banished Immortal City, Rakshasa Hall.

The two people, one green and one purple, walked in the deep tunnel, and the long and narrow corridor was lit by candlelight. But the candlelight became darker as they went forward, as if they had entered the deepest and darkest lair.

"Your Rakshasa Hall is as damp and dark as my snake cave. I didn't expect that you are also shady little mice hiding in the dark." Green Snake's words were extremely mean. He sneered and carefully looked at the environment inside the Rakshasa Hall.

"We are killers, we can't hang the sign outside openly, right?" The man in purple wasn't angry at all, he just smiled lightly.

He is Zi Yihou, one of the Five Soul-Eating Young Masters. In no time, they had already rushed back from the Tianshan Sect.

"Killer?" Green Snake suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Zi Yihou, with a frightening light in its fierce snake eyes.

"If I guess correctly, do you know the disciple who was in the sky in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley before?"

When Zi Yihou heard this, he also stopped walking and looked down at the cracks on the ground.

"No, I don't know him."

Green Snake didn't seem to believe it. He raised his chin and looked at him meaningfully.

"Don't you know him? If I'm not wrong, your sword didn't cut off his heart muscle at all, and he won't die within half a day. Since you don't know him, why don't you just cut him cleanly with one knife?"

This sentence seemed to touch the sore spot of Zi Yihou. He suddenly raised his head, with murderous intent hidden in his cold eyes.

"It's not your turn to question what I did! What's more, if no one finds out, he is dead." The first half of Zi Yihou's words were vicious and vicious, but the second half seemed lacking in confidence.

Green Snake understood, and looked at the angry Zi Yihou but did not confront him tit for tat.

"I understand, don't worry, Rakshasa Hall and I are just cooperating. We will not care about anything that does not harm my interests." Green Snake smiled evilly.

"But if one day you endanger my interests, I will kill you too." He left these cold words and walked forward.

Zi Yihou was left alone, stunned in place, holding the eagle in his hand even more tightly, as if he wanted to crush it to pieces.

After hesitating for a while, he sighed slowly and put the wood carving into his sleeve.

Only then did he realize that all the way back, he had been holding the wooden sign tightly in his hand, like a child who was afraid that his most precious thing would be taken away by others.

"Zi Yihou? What are you doing here?" There were noisy footsteps behind him, and a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Thousand Protectors." Zi Yihou quickly turned around and bowed, only to see the Thousand-Armed Buddha covered in tatters.

The black robe on his body was torn and stained with dust, making him look like an old man who had just returned from picking up garbage. How often had Zi Yihou seen such a desolate Thousand-Armed Buddha? He pursed his lips to smile and quickly lowered his head.

"Why is Protector Qian so embarrassed? Did he encounter some difficult task?"

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Thousand-Armed Buddha's face turned red. He stretched out his hand and slapped Qianjian Cheng who was standing next to him, cursing in his mouth.

"It's not this stupid thing. I wish you could

Slap him to death and bring shame to your family."

Qian Jiancheng received this slap and did not reply, although he was very dissatisfied. It is obvious that you yourself can't even beat a disciple at the peak of Jinxian, and you still call me a disgrace.

"Why are you still standing here? Go back quickly, you won't be able to attend the meeting held by the hall master." Thousand-Armed Buddha glared at him.

Qian Jiancheng snorted coldly. He didn't bother to participate in this meeting anyway, so he turned around and left.

"Oh, to be honest, I received a signal from my silly junior brother two days ago, but I didn't expect that he actually sent it in Kunlun Ruins." Seeing Thousand Rooms City go away, Thousand-Hand Buddha complained to Ziyi Hou.

"Kunlun Ruins? Then why did you come back today?" Ziyi Hou narrowed his eyes, feeling particularly puzzled.

According to his cultivation level, it didn't even take him time to burn a stick of incense from Kunlun Ruins to Rakshasa Hall, but his trip actually took two days.

"Oh, I originally thought that they were just a few little kids and wouldn't disturb the people of the Tianshan Sect, but I didn't expect that Gu Qingling came out in the middle." The Thousand-Armed Buddha shook his head and sighed as he walked.

"Gu Qingling, are you the third disciple of the Tianqian Sect?" Zi Yihou followed the Thousand-Armed Buddha.

This time he went in among the new disciples, so he had naturally seen Gu Qingling, but he didn't know his strength.

How strong must someone be who can't even defeat the Black Fox? And he was only at the peak of Golden Immortal, enough to push the Thousand-Armed Buddha to this point.

"Yes, he is Mu Yunqi's disciple. He used the Heaven-Slaying God Technique to directly defeat my Thousand-faced Buddha. If he hadn't lost his true energy, I would have died there." Thousand-Hand Buddha was still frightened.

"But I'm not much better. I don't have much energy left in my body, so I have to walk back. Otherwise, how could I have walked for two days!" The Thousand-Armed Buddha became more and more angry as he spoke. He turned back to glare at Qianjian City without forgetting, but Found that he was no longer there.

Zi Yihou didn't say much, he just wrote it down silently in his heart.

"Have you two finished talking? Hurry up and open the door!" Green Snake was already waiting for them at the door, with a rather impatient look on his face.

"Who is this person?" The Thousand-Armed Buddha didn't know the hall master's plan yet, so he stared at this strange-looking man in green with his eyes wide open in surprise.

"He is a guest invited by the hall master." Zi Yihou responded calmly. He walked forward and pushed open the dark door.

The hall master on the main chair was already sitting there, and there was a crowd of people standing below.

There are familiar faces and there are unfamiliar faces.

Yu Linchen, who was dressed in red, rolled his eyes disdainfully when he saw Thousand-Armed Buddha pushing open the door.

A young man in a dark brown military uniform and a fluffy felt hat stood there with eyes like an eagle.

He is the yellow chicken of Rakshasa Hall, and he looks like a falcon. He is surrounded by seven people in black feathered clothes, who are all strangely shaped, ranging in height, short, fat and thin.

The only similarity is their eyes, which are all as red as blood.

"Oh, it turns out you losers are here too." Green Snake walked forward on his own, looking at the seven of them with eyes full of ridicule.

"Green Snake, don't be too arrogant! Don't think that we don't dare to touch you here!" The leader of the men in black looked at him fiercely.

"Yes, yes, roast the snake meat, it will smell delicious." The stuttering fat man said hesitantly.

"Hmph, I want to see who turns into a roasted snake first, or you who turn into dinner in my belly first!" Green Snake sneered.

"Okay, everyone, let's forget it for my sake." The man in black sitting on the chair said coldly.

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely intimidating. Green Snake and Black Wing Seven stopped talking and looked sideways at the high platform.

The leader of the Rakshasa Hall is half as powerful as the Taihe Immortal. No matter how arrogant they are, they have to give him a face.

"Who else hasn't come?" The man in black looked at the audience.

"Reporting to the Hall Master, except Bai Ge, the four guardians are still on duty. The rest of the guardians are here. The blue bone saucer of the Five Soul-Eating Sons has not arrived, so Bai Ruoli must have returned." Beside him, a man who looked like a bodyguard.

Kneel down and report.

"Report! Hall Master, the stone statue of Deputy Protector Bai Ruoli is broken!" Before the man finished reporting, a guard in black armor hurried in, holding a broken stone statue in his hand.

"Bai Ruoli was killed?" Yu Linchen raised his eyebrows, seemingly in disbelief.

"Yes, he went to Tiandu City to perform a mission. Logically speaking, except for the hidden forces in the imperial city, no one can hurt him!" Huang Ji also looked a little surprised.

The hall master on the seat was not shocked or shocked. He pointed his finger and a wisp of true energy slipped into his palm.

The scene of Hai Kongtang unfolded in front of him like a live scene, and Li Zongsheng's stubble-covered face looked huge in the air.

"Shushan, Li Zongsheng?" the hall master murmured softly.

"Forget it, he provoked others by himself, which can be regarded as asking for trouble. As long as the task is completed."

One of his generals was killed, and there was no hint of joy or sorrow in his voice, which was still very deep.

"The reason why I called you back this time is actually to do something big." The hall master's voice sounded quite mysterious.

Tianshan Sect, Kunlun Realm.

At dawn, the group of people anxiously felt the boundary of the Kunlun Realm. The leader was none other than Prince Han.

They rushed back overnight because of Ling Yunfeng's incident.

"Senior Brother Wang, why are you back so early? Didn't you go to Tiandu City to hand over? The procedure is so fast?" The disciple in Tsing Yi who was guarding the barrier entrance obviously knew them.

"By the way, where is Senior Brother Ling? He couldn't wait to go back after the handover? Hahaha, how anxious!" This disciple also knew that Ling Yunfeng was about to go down the mountain to return to his hometown. He didn't see him among the accompanying disciples, so he

Mentioned something.

"Monkey, you're so anxious, I'll kill everyone and go home." Prince Han was also furious. He opened the barrier, cursed at the two disciples, and left in a hurry.

Behind him were four disciples, who also trotted after him.

"Hey, was there one more person just now?" The five of them had just entered.

One of the Tsing Yi disciples suddenly remembered something.

"Is that many? No, weren't there also five of them when they went out?"

The disciple holding the sword looked into the distance, watching the five of them climb the stone steps to Yunshan Pavilion.

"Is it five?" The disciple counted the figures and found that there were indeed five people, but something felt wrong among them, but he couldn't explain it.

He shook his head and didn't want to worry about it anymore. He turned around and closed the barrier.

Wang Zihan felt the wind at his feet and ran wildly. Suddenly he remembered something and turned his head, frowning and looking at the three disciples in green clothes behind him.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The three disciples saw Prince Han suddenly stopped and stood still in a hurry, looking at each other.

They also looked behind them at the same time, but there was nothing but moss trees and squares.

"Is there someone missing?" Prince Han Ningmei pondered. When he first entered the barrier, he looked back and remembered that there were four disciples behind him, but now it seems that there are only three left.

"No, senior brother, we went down the mountain together as five people. Master Ling...Yunfeng didn't come back, so there should be four of us!" A disciple didn't know why senior brother Wang said this.

"It seems so." Wang Zihan tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

He thought it was because Ling Yunfei's defection had disturbed his thoughts and made him dizzy.
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